Oh hey! So, it turns out I'm not dead. At least I think I'm not. Anyways enough of that for right now. I know I promised you a rewrite as soon as original legends finished up. But I grew anxious and wanted to get this out to you all now. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, I only own my OCs.
Enjoy chapter 1!
It is common knowledge that all conflict begins with some sort of a disagreement between two or more parties. That eventually one side will have enough and seek violence upon the other. Such a cycle will continue throughout history until eventually there will be nothing left, the origins of the original conflict lost to history, as the embattled parties lose sight of the original purpose behind the war in the first place.
At least, that's what I was told. From what I understand of it all, it all comes to one basic fact of life. As long as there are two people left in the world, someone will want the other dead. Such a sad thing it is but is there anything that can be done to stop it? Most sources point towards a nonexistent solution. That no matter what anyone tries to do, Hatred and anger will always persist throughout our lives. But here I am rambling on about things that make a minuscule impact of the overall picture of life.
So that asks the question, what is the purpose of living then? If everyone will experience hatred and anger throughout their lives, why bother allowing yourself to feel those emotions in the first place? The answer is relatively simple if you think about it, all of the joys and wonders that life has to offer more than makes up for any potential hardship encounter throughout one's life. Happiness and love shining so bright that any negative emotions are cast aside at that moment. So, enjoy life while you can, because you'll never know when each particular day will be your last.
~Except from Serandiel's journal
(X765, Unknown location)
"You're a disgrace Ura. How could you betray us like that?" These words weren't new for the Medicine angel. Ever since the other angels had found demonic energies within Ura. She had received nothing but scorn and hatred from her fellow angels. Even those below her in station started to mock her and throw insults her way.
"I can't believe I ever looked up to you Ura, I don't know what our superiors see in you. For all I care, you are nothing but trash that deserves to be thrown away." Such insults would continue, each one hurting the angel more than the last. However, she was determined to carry this child all the way to term. For ancient prophecy states that there will be a being capable of using both angelic and demonic magic. Such a being will end the conflict spanning countless millennia.
"It doesn't matter what everyone tells us Serandiel." She says to her unborn child. "you are destined to do great things. I could not be prouder to be your mother. I only wish that I would be able to raise you the way I always wanted to. To be there for each of your personal achievements. If only things were different, then maybe I could have had those things." A soft smile graced her lips as thoughts of what her child would come to be entered her mind. All of the adventures he would have and the friends he would make. This left her crying as Ura knew that she would not be a part of her son's life.
Her state of mind didn't last long as she was quickly summoned by her superiors to return and be judged for her crime of treason against the angelic realm. To many of her peers, she should have been banished from the heavens for even considering nothing less than the total destruction of the demonic realm, much less bringing forth a child with a demon. Such an act was considered heresy and to most, meant an instant death, without revival.
Ura's case was different, however, as her realm had no one who came remotely close to her skill in treating injuries. Many angels would have died due to their injuries in battle if not for her intervention. For Angels while having capabilities for revival, absolutely cannot be revived if the damage was demonic in origin. The same drawback also happens for their opponents. For they are each other's counter, leading to their eternal stalemate.
Arriving at the site of her trial, Ura could already feel a sense of foreboding. As if she was about to lose something dear to her. Naturally, she feared for her child's life, for what they might do to her unborn son. Although her fears were great, she could do nothing except take whatever judgment would befall her for her actions. A judgment she would happily accept if it meant her child would be unharmed.
The chambers in which her trial would take place were very ornate in design. Numerous golden pillars lined the room, as a fountain separated the defendant for the panel.
"Lady Ura, I believe there is no need for why you are brought before us today." One of the panel elders began. "But for formality's sake, I shall inform everyone here. Ura, you stand before this panel charged with treason of the highest degree. Not only have you consulted with our most hated enemy, you have the audacity to even conceive a child with one of them. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" The panel all cast their gazes upon the angel, interested in hearing what she would say to defend herself.
"I have nothing to say in my defense. If given the choice again, I would make it in a heartbeat. This pointless war is costing us more than what it's worth. I did what I did in hopes of seeing it come to its long overdue end." With clarity in her voice, she stared into the eyes of those who would judge her. Her determination proudly shown within her body language.
"At least you are confident with your decision Ura. Although your power is well respected among your peers, your treason is something which can't be overlooked. While we do not wish to punish you, we have no choice for fear of an uprising. As such Ura, we hereby sentence you to remove your child from this realm. For the rest of your existence, you are banned from seeing him. This sentence will take effect immediately once your child is born." While happy that Serandiel will live, Ura felt disappointment at the fact she would be unable to see her child even though she had figured as such in advance.
"I understand and accept your judgment. As a mother, you have my deepest thanks for allowing Serandiel to live." With a small smile, the guards take her away back to her home. Where she is under house arrest until her child is born.
After a few weeks and a quick labor, lady Ura gave birth to her child. After a few days of rest, she then immediately follows through on the judgment handed to her. Travelling to Earthland, she leaves her child in front of the Fairy Tail guild hall, Tears flowing as she does this.
"Despite my early misgivings in having you Serandiel, I could not do anything but appreciate all of the smiles you have given me so far. My wish to you is that you do give the same smiles you have given me to the one who will come to care for you. Serandiel my son, remember that I will always love you." Setting her child down in a crib forged of angelic light. Ura held back her tears long enough to get one last look at her son. She couldn't help but smile at how peacefully he was sleeping despite the circumstances of his birth, and the problems that arose because of it.
(X765, Magnolia)
The sunrise in magnolia is beautiful, the golden rays of the morning sun illuminating the city with a glowing radiance akin to the corona of a solar eclipse. Each morning is similar to this, and to Makarov Dryer, it is a sight he will never grow tired of seeing.
Life as a guild master is tiring but with forty years of experience behind him, the aging guildmaster has found enjoyment is seeing the guild grow. Today would have been no different, except during his normal stroll to open the Guildhall in the morning. He found a crib in front of his guild. Under normal circumstances, such an event wouldn't occur as no parent would willingly leave their child in front of such a place.
Looking into the crib, he confirmed his fears as he saw a practically newborn child. Sleeping soundly unaware of their current predicament. This saddened the aging guild master but also filled him with a resolve to raise the child as one of his own. To treat the child as he would any other person under his care.
Upon looking further in the crib, Makarov noticed a letter addressed to no one in particular.
"Hmm? Now what have we here?" he asked to himself as he took the letter and began to read it.
To whoever receives this letter,
Words cannot express my gratitude to you for taking it upon your self to raise this child as your own. If events had played out differently, I would have raised this child myself. But due to my nature and of those around me, I cannot possibly raise him as I would have liked to. But enough about my current situation, more about the child in front of you.
His name is Serandiel and he was born from an Angel and a Demon. He is a hybrid capable of wielding both of our powers when needed. If his potential seems high, it is because he was born to two very powerful beings, Myself and a Demon who matches if not surpasses me in power. While his magic may be powerful, it is also highly volatile. Especially the demonic magic he may come to possess. I ask that you help him gain control of his power so that he does not accidentally cause too much damage.
As a personal favor, I would greatly appreciate it if you would inform him about his true heritage once he is old enough to properly handle such information. As I fear that if he were to learn this information at such a young age, it would cause him to become traumatized at such a young age that it would be nearly impossible for him to recover. Let him know that despite outward appearances his parents will always love him and look out for him. Even through the best and worst parts of his life.
Signed,
Ura, Angel of medicine, Serandiel's mother.
As he finished reading the letter, Makarov couldn't help but cry at the unfortunate fate that had befallen this child. Being abandoned by your parents for reason outside of your control is something that no child should have to experience.
"Serandiel, you have my word that I will treat you like one of my own children. This Ura would be proud of the man I promise to raise to as." Taking the crib in his arms, he walks into the Guildhall, determination on his face to give this child the life he deserves. Even if it was going to cost him everything he has to do so. Perhaps it would give his grandson someone he can act like a big brother to. To set on the right path, but also to give the young child a role model to look up to.
Looking at the sleeping child within his arms, Makarov felt a sense of serenity wash over him. Almost as if there were no worries in the world and all was at ease. Serandiel then opened his eyes, gazing upon his new home for the first time with irises of nearly pure gold.
As most of the guild filtered in for the day's activities, many couldn't help but notice the young child in their master's arms. None more so than Laxus, who felt that he could finally have someone he could care for.
"His name is Serandiel Laxus, and I would appreciate it if you could be a big brother to him." As Makarov Gazed upon his smiling grandson, he could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy. That Laxus might finally have someone to reign in his more rebellious side.
"Serandiel huh? I like that name." With a genuine smile, Laxus took the child from his grandfather's arms. The child's arms wrapping around his neck, almost as if he was giving a hug.
This action caused many of the members to squeal in joy at the sight. Unknowingly they all had agreed that a light had graced their guild. A light that would only shine brighter as time went on and would never be put out. gazing in the direction of the morning sun, they all agreed that Fairy Tail would only grow stronger as time went on.