Sorrow Stained Tail of A Blood Mage
(DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL! THIS IS A NON PROFIT FANFICTION:
also as a note this is set several years in the future and in no way actually connects directly to any of the current characters. All characters in the story while based on the realm of the manga/anime Fairy tail which I repeat i do not own, the characters are all original)
Chapter 1: Sunset Rising
Several years have passed since the time of Natsu, Grey and windy. Erza has now become nothing more than a grand legend in the fairy tail history. This is the new age of Fairy Tail. This is the stories of the generations to come.
Wooden joints of a chair's leg creak dangerously as a tall well-built but aged man tilts it back as he lets out an elongated sigh. His eyes remain closed and he has a greying five o'clock shadow across his face. Noticing quickly that he is drifting into sleep he jerks forward landing the chair back on all fours yet again and his faded hair falls in front of his eyes.
"I'm getting to old for this ….." the man complains as he stands swiftly and as several dangerous pops and cracks emanate from his lumbar.
Reaching for a small cup on the table before him he takes a hearty swig of what smells very much like honey mead. Over his back he garnishes a fine cloak of obviously high quality that's pitch black except for a bright green Fairy Tail emblem that spans across the back.
Wiping the mead from his chin he leans back letting out a sigh. A small girl looking the age of 16 but very tiny appears next to him with a youthful bound.
"Master!" She cried. "Master, I want to take another mission master! But I need a team to take on a SS class mission and none of the other S class mages will go." She sits down on the floor, almost pouting.
Putting his palm over his eyelids, the aging master feels a great weight of exhaustion. Sensing his troubles, a new man answers her instead.
"Well, that's mighty strange isn't it? We have nine S class mages and not a one can help you? That I doubt." His voice is smooth and could almost be described as silky. This man also shows the signs of aging though not as badly as the master. He has brilliant red eyes that pierce into your very soul with a mystical quality about them. He himself is very tall with his long black hair slicked straight back. His deathly pale skin is a creamy white.
He gets up and moves gracefully and quite silently across the room to pat the girls golden blond hair and her blue innocent eyes suddenly become mature and agitated.
"Hey, I'm trying to be cute here and get a mission by myself. Don't ruin things, Alexavior!" She knocks his hand away, while Alexavior merely looks amused at the situation.
"For a 22 year old, you do look young. Are you trying to take advantage of your youthful appearance, Ariena? Master Hannibal is not one to be persuaded by giant eyes."
Alexavior speaks with confidence and an air of superiority. Not the arrogant kind but the kind an adult has when speaking to a child. Infuriated and enraged by Alexavior's taunts, Ariena storms downstairs to join the bar fights and drink her height in rum barrels.
Alexavior shakes his head with a 'tsk tsk' motion, while Hannibal seems to have missed the entire thing and leans forward rubbing his temples.
"You know what?" Hannibal speaks in a rough voice. "I do believe I'm getting old." He leans forward resting his elbows on the table in front of him, looking over at Alexavior who chuckles to himself.
"Nonsense. You're only about 50 or so. I mean look at me I'm over a hundred."
"You and I both know the differences in our blood. A creature of the night such as you isn't capable of the unfair rate of aging we humans boast." Hannibal butts in. Alexavior raises his hands in defeat.
"True enough. Though I don't drink human blood that often anymore so my immortality has all but faded, it seems. The years mock me more and more each passing day." Alexavior takes a seat next to Hannibal and drops a few black droplets from a vial into some mead and it turns a lush red color. "Cheers." He raises his cup and then takes a sip.
"Where are the others?" Hannibal asks still too tired to put emotion into it.
"Tom is in his workshop as always, Jack is off on his lonesome in the woods somewhere. Its midwinter, you know, and he loves to stay in the cold by himself. Such a cheerful fellow." Sarcasm rings heavy in his voice. "Then Fang and Felix have taken a mission and won't be back for about a month if I had to guess. Ken, Laura, and Zeek are on their way back from their long mission and will arrive within the hour." He leans back quite proud of himself.
"You know I love that ability of yours to be able to sense blood of people. It really is the most convenient thing." Hannibal cracks a smile, but it quickly fades as Alexavior jerks his head to the front of the guild as the doors of it suddenly burst open with a crashing noise.