Fallen Flag: Heaven Kneels, I Rise One Piece

Previous Day

Smoke still clung to the edges of the sky.

The foreign island burned, its fields reduced to ash, its villages torn apart by the slaughter of the Chainhound pirates. The wounded cried out beneath makeshift tents, while the dead were buried in long lines beneath silent, mourning trees. Yet, among this ruin, a boy with bloodied hands and a broken smile gripped a small wooden charm.

Allen knelt before him, clutching the child's trembling fingers. "Don't try to speak—"

But the boy did.

"I saw you," the child whispered, his voice a rasp. "You came down from the sky... like a star."

Allen's vision blurred. "You're going to be okay—just hang on—"

But the boy weakly shook his head. "Take it... my charm. It's lucky."

He reached into the folds of his torn tunic and pulled out a small carving — a crude wooden wolf, edges worn by years of childish hands.

"For the... White Wolf," the boy whispered.

Then his breath stopped.

Allen didn't speak. Couldn't. He stared at the charm in his hand, fingers tightening around it as his wings flickered with restrained power. Not a single wound marred his body. The enemy hadn't touched him. But that didn't matter.

Because he hadn't made it in time.

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Current Time

Waves parted like blades.

The Chainhound's flagship, Ravenmaw, loomed on the horizon — its sails torn and stitched with bone, the scent of rot and rust trailing it like a curse.

Allen stood at the edge of the cliff, wings folded behind his back, eyes glowing faintly.

Villagers watched from afar. Survivors, wrapped in bandages and sorrow, whispered prayers and warnings. Some pointed at Allen, their voices trembling with both awe and fear.

"It's really him... the boy with fire wings..."

"Will he fight again?"

"Does he even have the strength left?"

Behind Allen, Veyr approached — a towering figure cloaked in shades of dusk. He didn't speak at first. Just stood behind the boy he'd vowed to guide.

"You're still blaming yourself?" Veyr asked finally, voice low, not cruel — simply ancient.

Allen didn't answer right away. His hand remained clenched around the charm.

"If I was faster... he'd be alive. If I was stronger..."

Veyr knelt beside him. Not above him. Beside him.

"That boy died looking at hope," the guardian said. "Not terror. He smiled at the end, Allen. Because he saw you coming."

Allen's lips quivered. His voice cracked. "I didn't even know his name."

"You don't need to," Veyr said. "Just remember the way he looked at you."

Allen held the charm tighter.

"I will."

Veyr rose beside him. "The world will hear of a boy today. Not just any boy. A firestorm with a name."

Allen didn't look back. "Dregg the Chainhound will pay for every scream. Every corpse. Every child."

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Aboard the Ravenmaw

Dregg grinned as he spotted the figure standing alone on the cliff.

"That him?" one of his lieutenants asked. "The pup who tore apart our vanguard?"

Dregg cracked his neck. "Let's see if the puppy still bites after burying a few bodies."

He didn't know the fury he was sailing into.

Moments Later

The ground shook.

Allen leapt.

His wings roared, trailing darkness and light. The villagers watched him soar — not as a child, but as something else entirely.

A force.

A reckoning.

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Above the Sea

Allen hovered, glaring at the Ravenmaw. His presence cut through the ocean wind like a divine blade.

He raised his hand.

The charm was still wrapped around his wrist — tied there with a thread of Haki-infused flame.

"For every soul you crushed..." he whispered, voice shaking with fury.

"For the boy who gave me hope..."

A single heartbeat passed.

Then the sky screamed.

Allen descended like a meteor.

The battle had begun.

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Dregg saw the incoming force and roared, swinging a jagged anchor wrapped in chains ablaze with black smoke. His crew howled from the decks behind him. Cannons roared, black powder flaring to life. But nothing slowed Allen down.

He didn't dodge.

He didn't block.

He tore *through*.

His body shimmered mid-air, light blurring with shadows. One wing burned white, like a fallen star. The other pulsed dark, like a tear in reality. His eyes split, one gold, one crimson.

Celestial.

Devilish.

Not a form he understood. Not one he *chose*.

But the wrath answered. And the world trembled.

He struck the deck with cataclysmic force. The Ravenmaw split at the center, its mast snapping like a toothpick. Wood, metal, and bone launched into the sky.

"RAAAAGH!" Dregg charged through the dust, steam hissing off his skin. He wrapped the chain around Allen's arm—but the moment it touched him, it caught fire.

Not normal flame.

Judgment flame.

Allen turned to face him. Eyes narrowed.

"You chained others like animals. You dragged children behind your wake. Now feel what they felt."

The chains exploded.

Dregg staggered back, arms singed to the bone. But Allen was already above him again.

"Burn."

Allen's wings unfurled fully. Twelve-pointed light formed behind him like a halo of broken blades. The sea below hissed as his aura pressed down.

He clenched his fist.

Aether answered.

A column of light and darkness struck the Ravenmaw from above. The ship didn't just crack—it *ceased*. Gone. Ash. Waves collapsed into themselves.

Boros and Verys stood unscathed on the nearby cliff, the heat washing over them like a gentle breeze.

"He's angry," Boros said calmly.

"Good," Verys replied, eyes burning. "Let them see what happens when you anger a monster"

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Allen floated in the air. Smoke curled around him. Below, the ocean churned with black and gold fire. The only sign of Dregg was a molten scrap of chain sinking into the depths.

The villagers watched from afar, frozen.

Allen's voice carried across the wind, not loud, but clear:

"Remember this name."

He turned his head slightly, halo still flickering behind him.

"Allen D. Walker."

The sea burned. The world shifted.

And a legend was born.

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