A/N: I am so excited for this story right here. (: I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I will enjoy writing it.
Notes: After the prologue, the story is set after an AU Tenrou Arc. I'll explain more next chapter.
Dub watchers: I do use a little bit of Japanese; this little note will be here for you guys in chapters when I do so you know what I'm saying. (: (Though you might be confused about other stuff in this fic anyway, since it runs past the epsiodes that have been dubbed...) In this chapter, all I use is 'oniichan' and '-nii,' both are honorifics for adressing an older brother.
Disclaimer: If you honestly think I own Fairy Tail or anything from it then there is something seriously wrong with you. I do, on the other hand, own the plot and Loriel.
Prologue – And So the End Begins
Approx. Year X380
Loriel sighed, placing her quill back into the inkpot. "Oniichan, what are you thinking?" She stood from her desk, brushing a strand of raven hair from her eyes. She went out from her room, out from her family's home, out to the back garden that, while once beautiful, was now desolate. One lone tree grew at its center; there she found her brother.
He sat in the dirt at the base of the tree, casually leaning against the trunk, staring up at the bleak, cloudy sky. "I was wondering when you were going to join me in this wonderful weather, Loriel," he spoke in a dreamy voice. "Isn't it lovely out today?"
Loriel shuddered in the chill breeze. "I didn't come out to make small talk with you, Zeref-nii. I –." She stopped, took a deep breath, gathered her courage. "I want you to stop this."
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Stop what?"
"You know what. I want you to stop making magic into fearful things. Magic is supposed to be beautiful!"
Zeref scoffed. "That is the beauty of magic: I can make it do whatever I want!"
"So you use it to terrorize innocent people? People who, often times, have no use of magic? And those who do, their magic is very limited and undeveloped so they have no way of protecting themselves! We should be helping them instead!"
"And why should I help people who cannot help themselves?" he retorted stiffly. "You spend all your time writing books full of silly spells and techniques while we could be ruling over the world with our power!"
Loriel clenched her fists at her sides, a white magic circle appearing under her feet. "Then you leave me no choice, Zeref-nii. I cannot allow this to continue further!"
"You intend to destroy me, your own older brother, Loriel?" Zeref asked, his eyebrow rising again in question. "You don't have the guts to kill me."
Her hands unclenched, a forceful wind beginning to whip around her form. "If you don't believe me, then I shall just have to prove you wrong."
Zeref stood up. "Do you forget so easily, sister?" he scoffed. "We are equal in skill and ability, but while my magic is actually capable of destroying, yours is not."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Well, then, I guess you'll get to see the true power of my magic first-hand won't you? Don't count me out so carelessly, Zeref!"
"So informal!" A black magic circle appeared under his feet. "Let's get this over and done with then; I have work to do!"
Light and dark clashed in blinding light, attack after attack, defense then offense then defense again – the repeated pattern – neither mage backing down in the slightest. But then it happened.
Zeref drove her to the ground, pinning her underneath him with his hands on her shoulders. He grinned – an evil sight to behold. "See, Loriel? You can never defeat magic that wreaks havoc!"
"Is that so?" she whispered. "Have you yet won, Zeref? I am still here; you have not won yet!"
He brought his knee up to pin her arm to the ground in order to free his right hand. In his hand a black blade started to form. "That is true, but for how much longer?"
Loriel smiled. "You will never win, Oniichan. Someday, your immortality will fail you; someday, your own descendent will defeat you with the magic I created!"
"Impossible! I never intend to marry!"
"No? Perhaps not. But I know for a fact that you've had a mistress or two."
Zeref growled. "It will never be possible for anyone to defeat me with your magic; it's weak, and I am far too strong!"
"You're cocky!"
"Enough of this banter! Goodbye, sister!"
As the black blade came down, Loriel uttered her final words to the world in a language that the world would soon forget.
"હું તમને ડાર્ક આઇસ સોંપવું, મારા વંશજ, ત્યાં સુધી સમય આવીશ!"
(Huṁ tamanē ḍārka ā'isa sōmpavuṁ, mārā vanśaja, tyāṁ sudhī samaya āvīśa!)
A/N: Ah, I'm so mean in not telling you what she said. (: I will say this though, it is a real laugage. (And I can't tell you what it says yet because that would ruin the plot; you'll find out later, I promise!)
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