He... and he was a male, had been born to a prostitute and who his mother claimed was one of the lords, he didn't believe her for he knew by law the Lords would have taken him and he would grown grown up in the army like any other 'bastard' child.

He had a name, it was Al'tar, but he'd almost forgotten it due to being called kid, brat and hey you since his mother died due to a drug laden customer. He'd been on the streets since then.

Al'tar thought he might be seven, but he'd been on the streets for four or five years and it was hard to tell. To tell the truth he was lonely. He was a street brat and would probably die on the streets, scraping and crawling and begging for food.

Then he'd seen the mirror, rather plain in design, its edges carved like leaves as any local things were.. something about there national symbol... whatever. Except that unlike other mirrors, this ones glass shone a beautiful purple.

He stole it while the merchant was bargaining with a customer, knowing that this could be his break.. a break where he could live without dried skin and broken fingernails... a chance to maybe to actually live.

The messy haired boy hadn't expected this, a being appearing from the mirror a beautiful purple glow to his form.

He wanted to scream demon! Monster! Many words but one look at that rather expressive skeleton face he knew this was no demon.

"Are you a genie in the mirror!" he asked, if he was a genie he'd be off the streets finally.

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"Woah..." Palette said as he landed in the new timeline, for a moment he'd felt a head rush.. was that how humans felt when there blood rushed to there head?

He steadied himself, and took a look around. Sand sand and more sand... and oh look a desert city. Sighing he pulled his blue jacket more around him and pulled his hood down to cover his face, then adjusted his scarf to cover most of his face. While a shard of Goths soul was in this world, eh had no idea if monsters existed in this world.

He briefly held up a glowing orb filled what looked almost like shard of glowing sand, looks like he was quite near.

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If Goth had been in his physical body, he was sure he'd have a migraine from all the questions the human child had asked him... a human that still hadn't introduced themselves.

Suddenly he blinked, a smile crept onto his face. He could feel Palette, he'd felt his friend through the shards his friend carried but he was finally going to see him face to face for the first time in years.

"Eh.. what are you looking at... that's only a wall," the kid said annoyed.

"I felt a friend of mine, hes on the way here," Goth said happily.

"No... your mine, I won't let him take you away!" the yelled angrily, the kid grabbed the mirror from the floor where he'd placed it. He then ran out the door, Goth yelped as he was forced back into the mirror with no way to interact with the outside world.

'Please no!' Goth thought.

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"The shards moving," Palette whispered, as the orb indicated the location of the latest shard. He sighed and started running, doing his best to avoid crashing into people in this human only city.

He saw started faces and yell, along with quite a few swears in his direction. His brown boots crunched on the gravel and pounded dirt roads, he could only hope this wasn't like some of 'those worlds.'

His eyes widened as he saw a small figure rush up a partially collapsed outer wall of the city that was being repaired, but what got his attention was a small object in his hands that glowed a familiar colour.

The chase was on.

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"No, no... Noooo," Al'tar cried to himself as he fled the city, it was his mirror and he wasn't allowing anyone to take it from him.

He tripped briefly and tumbled into the packed sand just outside the city, he caught sight of a strangely garbed person running in his direction.

"Gold eyes?" Al'tar asked himself, he must be imagining someone with the eyes of the gods... and he swore as he realized that the bit of face he could see wasn't pale skin but skull.. this was Goths friend.

He stumbled to his feet clutching his mirror to his chest, slowly he pulled out his knife.. a knife he'd used before.

"Woah kid, lets put the knife down," the disguised skeleton said.

"You can't have him, its mine," Al'tar yelled.

"Kid, no one owns anyone. I just want to take him home... everyone misses Goth," The skeleton said.\\

"If I can't have him, then you have to go away," Al'tar said and rushed at the skeleton.

The monster dodged his strikes easily making him angry, why couldn't he hit it. he'd made others bleed before.

"Please stop," a voice yelled, Al'tar winced realizing the spectral Goth had appeared now that the mirror wasn't moving so much.

"Goth..." the monster said sounding as if he'd cry.

"Palette.." Goth whispered, Al'tar snarled... why did the Gods hate him so much. Swearing he dropped the mirror on the ground and walked away, he knew a loosing battle when he saw one.

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Palette hadn't expected for the human child to just give up. To drop what was apparently a mirror holding the shard. Carefully he picked it up, his eyed never leaving the rather see through Goth.

"You got so big," Goth said his eye sockets wide, his one eye light staring at him in shock. "What happened o your eyed, your stats are gone and your eye lights are molten gold!"

"Ah... I got badly hurt years ago, a local on that world healed me but my eyed changed like this," Palette said a bit embarrassed.

"I like the jacket," Goth said finally, taking in the long blue jacket, the black t-shirt under it. The brown pants and boots, brown and gold gloved and finally the golden looking knee armour.

"Believe it or not Geno helped pick it," Palette grinned, he reached a hand forward and felt his bone fingers tingle as they passed through Goth instead of something solid.

"Your way too tall! Your even taller then your parents," Goth protested.

"I know," Palette said a bit smugly.

"I'll... never grow up at this rate," Goth said sadly.

"Hey... we both knew our body would mature super slow... kind of a given with your dad as Death," Palette said.

The mirror shattered into a million pieces and Goth faded away, Palette gasped in shock and quickly began to look for the soul shard.

"Looking for This?" a voice sneered, started he spun around and stared. Standing there was a child version of himself but warped, he looked like he was Nightmares kid instead of Dreams. In his hand was a familiar shard, and an orb.

He quickly confirmed that yes it was his orb carrying the soul fragments.

"You know, my Goth is gone.. dusted for real unlike your Goth. I think that I'll take him, if I can't have my Goth no one else can have there's," Nightmare!Palette laughed, and kicked something on the sand. Palette felt sick realizing it was a dead body... the kids body.

"You better hurry, after all I have a good start at grabbing Goths.. gotta catch em' all after all," Nightmare!Palette laughed. And then was just gone.

"What the heck," Palette said.

"Oh no," he said, he had to get back quick and warn the others, before this alternate of his stole the crystal containing Goth's body.