Hello, my lovelies! It's been a while since I've been on here, but don't worry I plan on updating all of my stories and adding this one as an apology. Hope you like it. I'll Answer all of your reviews at the end of each chapter. This one's short but only the beginning.
Prolouge
It wasn't supposed to be this way. Oh no, this town once prospered on magic. Magic was a beautiful thing, the townspeople thought. All it took was one bad day, one bad event... and now here in my small town, magic is shunned. It's more than shunned; it's feared, hated, and dangerous to behold. The town's mayor and wealthy business owner, my own father, made it the way it is now. He destroyed my utopia.
All because my mother died.
She was a magic user herself. In fact, we come from a long line of magic users. Anna Heartfilla for example, she fought in the Great Demon War beside Mavis, herself. My mother always told me how beautiful magic is, how it was the most ancient art and would always prosper. My father ruined that.
A magic user attacked the town, attacked me, and my mother was quick to call on our beloved spirits to help us... It wasn't enough. Well it was, she did beat the man but lost her life in the process. I inherited her keys, and father forgot the feeling of her love. He became blind with rage and spent two years campaigning and becoming mayor. Then he cursed the name of magic and turned the town against all wizards. Until finally, once a year, one is killed in the name of our 'beloved' town.
They say the sacrifice is a great honor, but in truth, it's a way to justify murder. Now there were only a handful of wizards left. Most ran, but now even that is almost impossible. No one can leave, and no one questions it except for us wizards.
Where do I fit in all this you may ask? Father keeps my magic under lock and key, no one knew except for the other wizards I grew up with until today. We have a small guild if you can call it that. The town hates that I enjoy the company of magic and have no qualms about saying so. I have no cares of their opinions, not after watching year after year another one of my friends being thrown off of Devil's Cliff.
Devil's Cliff is the resting site for a demon so fierce that a dragon had tried to tame it. It worked until Zeref himself corrupted him. They say between his dragon abilities and his demon ones, no one could stop him. He was going to end the world until a group of Fairy Tail wizards locked him away. They say if you go listen in the cave, you'll hear his roars of anger and feel his breath on your neck. The demon is real, but he's more than likely dead. He really was defeated in the Great Demon's War.
My father thought this was poetic justice. Throw the impure to the impure. It was sickening. I can't begin to think of the horror those poor wizards have faced. There is no way they could survive the fall... but if some did... I can't fathom it. My mother died when I was seven. I'm eighteen now and have witnessed ten people fall to their deaths, ten of my friends be thrown into a tomb... and tomorrow will be eleven... I will be the eleventh.
