The Heartless One
Prologue
The One Who Hates Liars
~ Emotions are things one person feels in response to certain occasions ~
A man was running deeper and deeper into the forest, jumping and ducking through every obstacle. He stayed focus on his mission: warn the others from what was coming towards them.
He was very much delighted when he saw a few familiar land marks that told him he was near, and almost cried out in joy when he had seen the castle's flag.
But then, he was halted when a huge weight crushed him from behind.
"Now where are you going, young one?" a voice so called it reminded the man of when he was attacked by an Ice Magician.
"N-nowhere," he stuttered in fear, too afraid to look at the source of the voice. But he had no choice when the woman who was pursuing him and making his mission harder went in front of him and made him stare into those cold, cold eyes.
"Is that so? Well, I truly believe that you are lying," the woman said as he pointed at the huge castle-like infrastructure with a flag, a mark of a Dark Guild.
"And you know what my opinion about people who lies, my dearest young child?" the woman said as if she was an old woman, where in fact, she looked a lot younger than him.
"N-no," the man gulped before he regretted that he even answered. The woman's eyes remained passive when out of nowhere, his body felt like it was burning and then...Nothing.
"I see them as liars, and I definitely hate liars. I hate them so much that I'd kill them in one instant," she whispered, the coldness of her voice seeping into the mages body as he began convulsing uncontrollably as pain entered on each cell and nerves he possesses.
"Stop them! Stop them I beg of you, please make them stop!" the man screamed as the pupils of his eyes rolled on the back of his head and not long after, he seemed to have stopped.
And the woman walked away, leaving the man who was once alive into a corpse for the animals to easily feed on.
Everyone was surprised when the door opened and revealed a petite young woman with eyes that seemed to peer on anyone's soul.
"Are you members of this Guild named as Frozen Tundra?" the woman said, bringing out what seemed like a request marked with three S marks.
"N-no," the first man who spoke began convulsing before he dropped onto the floor, his body shaking uncontrollably. When the body stopped moving, a man rushed to his side, only to find out that his comrade had died.
"Who are you?" the man asked, his eyes angered and challenging but at the same time, there were fear hidden behind them.
"I don't answer questions from the one I was assigned to eliminate," the woman said and before anyone could even react, the man, too began convulsing and then, no more.
"Who else has a question?" the woman asked as she challenged everyone who didn't respond. When no one spoke, all mages began convulsing as well, their pupils rolling behind their eyes before they all stopped breathing.
"Show yourself before I decided to kill you slowly and painfully rather than a quick and almost painless death," the woman said and not long, a man appeared from the shadow, looking rather enraged at what happened to his minions.
"Not before I kill you! Shadow Strike!" the man called out and from the shadow that was casted on in front of the strange and vicious woman appeared a hand made of shadows, wielding a sharp looking sword that stabbed the woman in the heart.
The man laughed at his successful attempt of ambushing the woman with his magic but before he could even smile, the woman didn't fall to the ground lifeless and instead, she put a hand at her chest and removed the sword as if it wasn't much of a big deal.
"Young man, I truly admire your effort to ambush me and if it was another mage, then you would have survived but I am completely different from other mages," the woman said as she stared at the sword and traced its blades with her hand, her look never changing from that passively cold persona.
"You see little and young man, you never stood a chance," the female mage said as the man began to feel his body burning and visions of his childhood quickly passing through him up until this one, single memory he had.
That of when he was tortured in the City's Jails mercilessly.
"Now let my nightmares soothe you to death," and with a sly smirk, an agonizing scream echoed throughout the forest one whole day and when it stopped, a woman clad in a robe was seen walking in a nearby town, her eyes were cold as the frozen tundra in the north, her voice as dead as the dragons from the past.
However, anyone who sees her knew, or at least had the idea, of who she was. Everyone who sees her stroll through towns with wagons filled with what seemed like requests, piles of them, stamped with an all-too-familliar figure which was embedded as well. A figure known throughout all of Fiore.
It was the insignia of an infamous Guild known for its notoriousness and for its power. A guild that most people desire to defeat to gain its title. A Guild filled with powerful mages that never spares their enemies.
"I'm coming home, Fai-ry-Tail," the woman whispered as she continued her long, long walk back to her home, as she pulled a wagon filled of treasures of every kind using her fragile-looking pale hands known to have killed millions.
She was on her path home now, after being gone for years because of the missions which was requested by her Master, the Guild's Master to be precise.
Little does she know that her Guild is in a huge ruckus, made by the infamous Lightning Dragon Slayer, and one of the few people who knew her true identity. Little does this seemingly sharp beauty knew what destiny awaits her tragic life.
What her purpose is, who she really was and what her personality is behind her huge façade of nonchalance.
The scariest member of Fairy Tail is going back in Magnolia. The one mage in Fairy Tail that bears a name that can reach to another continent and still instill fear in the heart of every criminal or mages living in it.
The one who was rumored to not have a beating heart and to never die.
The one who everyone called…
The Heartless One.