Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail nor any of the consequent material, which all belong to Hiro Mashima. My OC -hence the name OC, belongs to me. This disclaimer applies for the whole of the FanFiction and will not be reiterated in the next chapter.
The Nirvit mountains were a beautiful place to be. The sun shone on the horizon, smearing hues of reds, pinks and oranges through the evening's sky. A sweet, frisk breeze was in the winds, bringing the scents of the forest to the rock fortress. The leaves of the trees could be seen shining golden in this late autumn. A blanket of crispy gold was on the floor, silent carpet for those who knew how to move. The sight was idyllic with the dark figures of the mountains against the fading sky. The place would have been Nirvana, had it not been for the noise. Endless silence, pierced by the buzzing of flies on rotting flesh.
Rezef had left the mountains of her guild a few days back. Her family would be expecting her return this very evening, for tomorrow was an important day. Tomorrow, her brother and sister were getting married. She had just been into town that day, checking on those who needed to be checked upon, fulfilling a few tasks and using her skills to make sure none would cause trouble tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a day of festivity, a day of happiness. Her father would be leading the ceremony and she had just obtained the wedding rings. None of the concerned knew what their rings looked like, and she would be the one to carry them the following day, a special demand from her sister. Her brother would ensure the fireworks were ready to be launched, whilst her best friend would take care of the amusement. He had come up with a way to create fantastically close to reality illusions not too long ago, and all were looking forward to what he had to give. Lastly, her other brother would be smoothing out the place they lived in, making sure they had a clear and risk-free area to dance and have fun in afterwards. Rezef had never looked forward so much to an event before.
She raised her face to the sky, taking in the beautiful hues across the sky and closed her eyes. She imagined the colours splattered on her home's sky, the black mountains against the evening's sky and wished herself to be home. She could hear the birds chirping in the background, as her family and she sat around a campfire at night. She could sense the breeze on her skin; smell the odour of mint her best friend carried around with him. When Rezef opened her eyes, she stood amongst her belongings, at home. She quickly looked around the little cave she had come to cherish, spotting her friend's personal belongings in a corner. Untidy, as always. With a small smile on her lips, she walked over to the furthest corner of the cave and bent down to tidy a little. A scent wafted in, the scent of burnt flesh and death. Rezef shot back up, before running out of the cave.
She hated not knowing what was going on.
The first one she found was her sister. Her beautiful sister. The current of the river had washed her body away, into the lake that bathed the feet of the mountain. From where she was, she could see the camp of the Cait Shetler, a merry bonfire burning in the centre of the main plaza and illuminating the faces of smiling people. Cheers erupted as one rose his cup.
Rezef felt hatred stir in her guts. She hated them. Hated their merriness, hated their happiness and above all, she hated the way they could just laugh when, less than a kilometre away, laid a dead woman. She hated humans.
Ever so gently, Rezef brushed a strand out of Angel's face. Her fingers were smeared with red, Angel's body burnt in the fires of the Urano Metria. The soft feathers had turned to crisp, the white tainted black. There was no hope left. She laid dead, in the muddy banks of the lake, amongst the torn feathers of her life.
Rezef rose, pulling the bloodied and battered corpse onto her back and jogged to the camp. If she could not save them, she would give them the most grandiose of the eternal houses ever to have been made.
She found Racer, or rather what was left of him. A smoking skeleton in the middle of an ash field. His racing goggles were still on his charred skull, alongside his leather jackets. The only things, along his bones, to have survived the explosion. Everything around him had been blown up, he had been the epicentre of the dreaded explosion. What could have caused him to take his life? What mischief could the opponent have pulled on Racer to force him to die? Molten ice lingered in the side of the skeleton. Magical ice to have survived the intense heat of the explosion. There were at least two then, one attacking Angel and another Racer. Could there have been... More? She ran to the stone structure protruding in the forest, her heart beating fast with fear. If the Dragon Nirvana had been awoken, what else could have befallen her family?
She first caught sight of Cuberios. The winged snake was hard to miss, having caused damage to the surrounding area when she had fallen out of the heavens. Dread filled her body, as she knew Cobra would have never let any harm befall neither Angel nor Cuberios with him alive. When she found his body, however, she could not contain the rage bubbling inside her. It was poignant, strong, fierce and hateful. It burned her from the inside; made her very being ache from the acid it was carried. She took brought both of their bodies back to the cave where Racer and Angel laid already. Hot Eye had been led away, his memories still present in the landslide he had caused allowed her to see this much. She could see them, the fairies that had killed her family. Her family. She still missed two of the bodies, her task was not fulfilled. Turning a hate filled gaze towards the little bonfire below, she beat her way back down the rock slope to the giant skeleton of the Dragon of Balance.
Her footsteps echoed on the dying stone as around her the shadows moved. They were trying to comfort her, trying to give her a warmth they themselves lacked. Rezef was not bothered by the lack of light, nor was she by the humid stench of the stone. They were crying tears of blood for their dragon. She let her hand brush against the cold, smooth surface before following the bend of the tunnel. Suddenly, the narrow passage widened until she stood in a circular stone chamber. The ceiling rose to the very height of the Nirvana, her gaze one instant captured by the charming beauty of the great dragon. Until the crystalline sound of glass resonated under her feet. She lowered her gaze.
In front of her stood what would have been the Lacryma of the dragon. The shards of glass were gritting under her shoes as she slowly took a step forward. Her hand stroked the broken base of the crystal ball, her fingers cut by the sharpness of the edge. She smiled. There was an atmosphere of eerie in the chamber. As if the souls of the victims of Nirvana had inhabited its deepest parts ever since their death. Other passages were opened on both side of the ball. All the lacrymas were connected with one another, and if Zero was not in this room, he would be in one of the five others. And so, slowly, Rezef made her way around the dragon in search of her father.
The last one she found was her brother, best friend and partner in crime. His body came into view when she turned around the corner, and as soon as she caught sight of him, she was running. She dropped the little countenance she had tried to keep together when she let herself fall by his side, her hand grabbing his face.
His eyes tried to open, as a small, tired smile grazed his lips.
"_I was waiting."
"_Midnight..." it had been a murmur, a whisper. Her hands were smoothing his brow, pushing strands of hair away from his face. She did not need to look to know there was no use. Yet, she made a move to bandage his stomach, hopping to stall a little longer. His hand stopped her.
"_let me... go to sleep." His voice was raspy, drained and thirsty. She brought some water to his lips, which he drank with avidity. A newfound light sparked in his eyes.
"_Rez..." he had all her attention. He inhaled once, tried to finish his sentence before realising his effort were vain. He tiredly motioned for her to bend down, and very delicately, he placed a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, sis."
And he was dead.
She had brought back his battered and broken body to the camp. One night, she had mourned their death. At the light of the new day, she had set to the task. She had washed their bodies, prepared them for the afterlife in the fashion she had once been taught. Her pale hands had washed their clothes, cleaned and protected their bodies with odorific plants to keep the flesh intact a little longer. She then had dressed them in their best clothes, had slipped the rings on both Angel's and Cobra's fingers and had laid them to sleep in their cold, dark home. Eternal rest.
She was now standing in front of the Nirvana. The dragon had been tended to as well, instead of leaving it where it collapsed. A building was rising from where once stood the high tower. It was made out of shadows, the blackest of blacks and protected by many charms. None would be able to penetrate their sanctuary and disturb their peace.
There was no moon that night, and as Rezef turned on her heels to leave the monument she caught sight of the bonfire by the lake. Rage filled her, as all thoughts seemed to depart from her body. Hatred, blacker than black, deeper than the deepest pits. She was hunting. The Light Team was her prey.
Oh yes. Nox was on a roll.
NB: This FanFiction is 20 Chapters long, and despite it being already written, finished and wrapped up, I would appreciate to have feedback. Constructive criticism is always and forever welcome, but flames shall be drenched in sarcasm, if any be.
Secondly, English not being my mother tongue, I would appreciate people pointing out mistakes in form or language.
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