Fallen Flag: Heaven Kneels, I Rise One Piece

The silence that followed was not peaceful.

It was the heavy, suffocating kind—the kind that settled in after screams were silenced too fast. Blood still steamed on the earth. Bits of bodies floated in the shallow water near the harbor, arms reaching toward nothing, eyes staring upward, glassy and empty.

Allen stood there.

Barefoot.

Covered in blood that wasn't his.

It clung to his arms, stained his cheeks, streaked through his snowy white hair like ribbons of crimson. The ocean breeze played with his clothes, now torn and drenched, but he didn't flinch. He didn't move.

He looked like a boy carved from myth. A statue left behind by a vengeful god.

Rika sobbed behind him. Her voice cracked, raw from too much crying. She hadn't let go of her sister's body even as the corpse cooled in her arms. Allen didn't turn around. He didn't speak.

He just stood there… because something inside him was still roaring.

"Hey… kid," croaked a dying voice.

Allen's eyes shifted—barely.

The pirate captain, the one whose crew had slaughtered this island, wasn't dead yet.

He was crawling.

No legs—boro had taken those.

Only half his jaw remained—Allen had done that with a whisper of divine might.

And yet, the bastard was still alive.

Still smirking.

"Heh… they'll come for you now…" he spat, blood bubbling up, painting the sand. "He'll come… the one who gave us this mark… the Dregg the Chainhound…"

Allen blinked.

And then the pirate's body shattered. Not from Allen.

But from the sheer pressure of the air around him collapsing—Haki. Not from Allen either.

A calm figure landed behind the dying man like a falling shadow.

The Guardian.

Allen didn't even turn to greet him.

"I didn't need help."

"You didn't," the Guardian said softly. "But you needed… to stop. You're not like them."

Allen finally turned his head. His golden eyes weren't glowing—they were dull now. Tired. But under the fatigue, something else lingered.

A question.

"Then what am I?"

The Guardian didn't answer.

He just reached forward and placed a single massive hand on Allen's shoulder. Warm. Comforting. Solid.

"You're the one who chooses what that answer becomes."

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Hours passed. The fires were out now.

Allen sat on the edge of the harbor. The water was red.

Beside him, Rika sat quietly. Her eyes were swollen, cheeks raw. Her lips trembled, but she didn't speak either.

She didn't need to.

Her hand was holding Allen's.

He didn't pull away.

Her small fingers clung to his blood-stained ones like they were a lifeline.

A gull landed near them. It squawked, ruffled its feathers, then flew off.

Somewhere behind them, the Guardian burned the last of the pirate corpses.

A funeral pyre for monsters.

The villagers would never come back.

Only silence remained now.

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Later that night…

Allen stood before the ruined village center. What was left of the temple stood behind him—a place Rika had once lit candles in.

She had fallen asleep in his arms now. Her head resting on his shoulder. Even in sleep, she looked like she was crying.

Allen looked down at her.

She had no one now. No mother. No father. No sister.

He exhaled through his nose.

Then gently laid his hand on her head.

"You're mine now."

The words were quiet, but the air stirred.

From now on… she wouldn't walk alone.

He bent down and whispered something in her ear. She stirred lightly but didn't wake.

The Guardian stepped forward. "Are you sure?"

Allen nodded. "She's my first crew member."

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Scene Change: – Walker Family POV

Laughter rang through the halls of the Walker household.

Not the elite kind. The real kind.

Hades D. Walker—once feared as King of Hell—was currently trying to escape a two-year-old girl's death grip.

"Serene! No biting! I am the darkness incarnate—"

"Darky Papa!!" she screamedping on him.

Serena giggled from the kitchen. "He started it, telling her bedtime horror stories again. You deserve the bruises, love."

"I told her about the Devil King of the East Blue. Educational!"

------Scene Changes to Allen------

The storm had faded, but the sea still whispered secrets only the wind could carry. In the eerie silence, the bodies of the pirates laid still, dragged into a heap by Allen's bare hands. His breathing was steady now, but the ground still remembered the wrath he unleashed.

Above them, a single crow circled. Not just any bird—it was a trained messenger, its leg carrying a small black seal engraved with a jagged skull.

A message... sent.

Far away, deep in the South Blue, a hulking man sat aboard a monstrous ship cloaked in torn black sails and rusted chains. The deck reeked of dried blood and salt. A blade taller than a man rested against the mast.

The pirate known as Dregg the Chainhound opened his eyes.

One of his men knelt beside him, trembling.

"Captain... the last signal from the boys just came in."

Dregg didn't speak. He stood, his chains rattling like the growl of an old beast waking up.

"They were just meant to hunt a village mutt... Now they're all dead?"

The kneeling man didn't dare answer.

Dregg looked toward the horizon, eyes burning. "I raised those dogs from pups. They were monsters. And they were slaughtered like pigs."

He cracked his knuckles.

"Prepare the ship. We're heading to that island."

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Meanwhile, back on the island, Allen washed the blood from his face by a quiet stream. His eyes reflected the sky, but they weren't filled with peace—they were empty, distant. Not because he regretted what he did. But because deep inside... something had awakened.

For a moment, he whispered to the wind, "...So it's not over."

The silence answered him.

But deep within the trees, someone had been watching. A single figure—hooded, trembling, not in fear of Allen, but of what had been done. An old man, one of the island's hidden watchers. He had seen many warriors. But this boy? This child?

He ran back to the village.

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And just like that, the legend would begin to spread.

A coastal town hears of an entire pirate crew wiped out in one night. A sailor swears he saw black fire tear through the forest. A merchant speaks of a boy standing alone above a pile of bodies.

Whispers. Rumors. Tales told in the corners of taverns.

All saying the same thing:

> "Some kid… killed the Chainhound's dogs."

--------- Some time later the next day-----------

The scent of dew still clung to the grass when the first whispers spread across the village like wildfire. Old men paused mid-chew, bread hanging from their mouths. Fishermen coming back from dawn runs froze in place as a runner from the docks shouted the words that made everyone's stomach twist:

> "A ship's been spotted on the horizon—black sails. It's Dregg the Chainhound."

Chairs scraped. Mothers pulled their children closer. Men who once fought in old pirate skirmishes paled at the name. Dregg wasn't some wandering thug or dog trainer like Boro—he was a ruthless, chained beast of a captain, the kind who left smoking towns and broken fleets behind him. Word was, even Marines didn't like crossing him unless they had backup.

"The dog was just a scout," muttered one of the village elders, voice hoarse with dread. "The hound himself is coming now…"

"They'll burn the whole island looking for vengeance," another whispered. "That boy... that kid killed Chainhound dogs the pirates."

Allen's name was now being murmured with a mix of awe and anxiety. Some looked at the horizon. Others looked toward the house at the edge of the cliff — where Allen lived.

Whispers turned to murmurs, then to outright panic. "He's just a boy—how could he have taken them all out?"

"He's not normal," someone muttered, clutching their chest. "Didn't you see him standing on that corpse, like... like some kind of mythical being?"

"I heard he didn't even bleed."

"I heard he smiled when they barked."

"Stop!" an elder snapped, slamming his cane into the ground. "He saved us, damn it. That boy — Allen — he stood between us and slaughter. If Dregg is coming for him, then maybe... just maybe he's ready."

They didn't know it yet — not really — that the flame rising in Allen's chest was nothing like the pirates they feared. That if Dregg thought he'd walk onto this island and avenge his mutts, he was walking into a trap laid by fate itself.

Allen wasn't afraid. No, the boy was waiting.

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