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Loss
Mon Amour,
I Don't Know where you are or even if you are safe where you are at, but all I ask is that you come home safe and sound.
I never got the chance to tell you before you left, but Mon Ciel-
You're going to be a Father soon.
I know we never actually discussed the future and what may happen, but please, Mon Amour-
Come Home to meet this child of yours. They need you just as much as I do; if not more.
I don't know how I'll get through these months alone, but I promise to do so if not to see you again but to do so for our child.
Only the sight of you back in my arms will stop these tears from Falling.
I can't face another day alone;
Please Mon Amour,
Come Back to us.
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"Amaya Saisei, you better not be heading outside in this weather." A Stern voice stopped the wild haired child in her tracks.
"But, Mamen…. It's a rainstorm!" Amaya pointed out joyously. There was little else she loved more than a rainstorm of any kind. Especially if she could be out in it, wanting to dance and jump in puddles and generally making a scene out in the downpour.
Her mother on the other hand was not having any of it. Mamen was a generally sternly polite woman of sophisticated grace and charm. All who met her thought the woman an image of elegance and upstanding.
None of those words would or could or ever has been used to describe her five-year-old daughter.
"Exactly my point, Daughter." Mamen replied, closing the book in her hand to catch the storm filled eyes of her daughter. "There is a rainstorm outside, and you are a proper young lady who shall not go play in it."
"But Maman," Amaya slumped, a whine entering her voice as she tried to plead her case the only logical way her five-year-old brain knew how. "I don't want to do any more studying. I wanna jump in rain puddles."
"And I said you shall not go play outside, my daughter. There is plenty of other things a young lady like yourself can go do. You could go read a book or draw or paint."
Amaya wrinkled her noise, not one for sitting around inside when there were perfectly good rain puddles to go splash in, outdoors Amaya did the only logical thing a five year would do in her situation. That of throwing a tantum. "But I don't want to sit inside and do boor-ring stuff. I wanna go outside and dance!"
"How about a story then?" Mamen resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose and relieve the headache she knew was about to form. This happened every time it rained; Amaya wouldn't want to stay inside where it was safe and warm.
Amaya paused, her head tilted as she considered the idea. "What kind?"
"I'll leave that up to your choice, Daughter." Mamen nudged her towards the back of the house and away from the storm outside.
"Anything?" Amaya faced her mother curiously.
"Within reason. Now go pick one." Mamen amended, as her daughter took off down the halls, already knowing which story she'd be telling.
"Alright! I know the one!" Amaya declared over her shoulder.
Mamen stared after her rather rowdy offspring fondly. "Oh, how very much like your father you are at times, my daughter." She murmured, heading back into the cozy study to finish her book.
And thus, Dear Reader, the life of Amaya would continue like normal until her mother would die unexpectedly, leaving her daughter all alone in the world. Her father- would remain lost to the world and his family for several more years. Amaya's happiness would be taken away as well. So, the girl who had nothing left in her town set out to the one place there was left- FairyTail; a guild her mother only spoke of in her stories.
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Amaya grabbed the only things she felt were important to her. Her mother's jade carved hair comb and a thick pile of fading letters bound together with a ribbon along with a sack of jewels. She put them all into a leather backpack, on top of several changes of clothes and grabbed a snack for later; her way out the door. There was nothing left in this house except for the plot of gravestones out back.
"Well, Mrs. Morell, I guess this is it." Amaya stared up at the grey-haired housekeeper sadly. Amaya's curly hair was tamed into a tight braid for once.
"You be careful, young lady. You'll become a fine mage one day, I'm sure of it." Mrs. Morell smiled sadly down at her charge for the last time, placing a train ticket in Amaya's hand and stepping backwards on the platform. "Goodbye, dear."
"Bye." Amaya smiled, brilliant blue eyes cloudy with unshed tears as she turned away.
The trip to Magnolia would be a couple hour long but no one would bother the small child curled up by a window.
Outside the window the landscape sped past- Trees and Mountains and farmland would give way to the occasional town and then clusters of towns and villages. Amaya would watch the sun glint off the railroad tracks, pulling her ever closer to her new Moirai; A World of Magic.
But for the young girl in the moment- Amaya was all alone in a very big new frightening world. A World without her ever present sternly loving mother. And she did not know how to feel about that at all. After all, Amaya was only six after all.
Amaya would arrive in Magnolia on the evening train. A thick heavy somber air would cover the sky, hiding the full moon that night. Everyone who saw the weather would hustle indoors, wondering when downpour would begin.
But it wouldn't rain for several days, until it did at the end of the week- almost drowning everyone in sight for several hours as the entire sky would seem to mourn the loss of something very important.
I beg of you, Dear Reader stop reading now. This story is full of loss and hardship as you follow the story of one, Amaya. Orphaned before she could ever meet her father. A Daughter who would never feel the love of a parent any more. A girl left behind by her mother in death as her heart gave out on her. A hatchling without a nest or a Dragon to go home to at night.
Such is this tale.