A/N: Whew, yet another story I got around to add. This is actually one of the few I am actively working on at the moment and I hope to finish it soon. I am already getting WAY too attached to the character. The story is written from the viewpoint of Jellal Fernandes and hopefully I have not gone at made him too out of character. I just have a certain impression of this character.
Spoiler alert: Be aware that this story contains spoilers up until chapter 254 in the manga. From there on, it is all my own imagination and takes a different turn. So if you have no idea who Acnologia is or how the battle on Tenrou Island concludes, I suggest you turn around and go read the chapters up until because they are EPIC.
Being alone in this cold, dark place with no comfort was, without a doubt, among the worst things I had been put through in my 19-year long life. Yes, even worse than back when I was possessed. Worse than when I was a slave.
Over time, I have begun to remember these events from my past. Every night, these dark, cruel memories creep up on me like demons in the shadow. And here it is always night. It never ends. I now understand my punishment fully and I have no intention of escaping it, not even if they should decide to end my life.
However, this does not mean that I am not afraid. I am. The council meant it when they said that I would never see a living thing nor see the light of day ever again. I have long since lost track of time in this prison of mine. A month may have passed. Maybe only a week has gone by or even as much as a year.
My world consists solely of blackness. I have been deprived of all of my senses. When I look around, I see nothing but darkness. When I try to scream, the only answer is silence. When I try to touch my face, it is not there. It is a soundless black void of nothingness.
I do not fear this place, far from it. What I fear is myself or rather, losing myself. It is only a matter of time before I give in to the darkness again. Before I lose myself completely. The only thing that has kept me sane in all this time is the memories of a place outside this void and the people in it.
Erza. Natsu. Fairy Tail.
But there have been times where even these recollections of mine seemed too far out of my mind's reach. It was in this depth of despair that someone spoke to me. It was quite different from the voice of the Black Wizard, Zeref, whose orders I had carried out in the Tower of Heaven.
There was no hate left in this voice. Not a trace of anger and no hostility. Only sadness. Sadness and a glimmer of hope.
The voice told me to not give up. To not give into the darkness and lose myself once more. Someday soon, I would find myself being truly free.
Little did I know what this meant. I could never have seen the long chain of happenings that occurred after I heard this voice for the first time coming my way.