"I wasn't always like this. There was a time, long ago, when I actually felt happiness. Currently that same emotion eludes me. It's just an idea now, as well as memories of a better time."
Hello one and all, and welcome to The Chronicles of Jason Greywar. This a story set in the fictional Fairy Tail universe, created by Hiro Mashima (disclaimer notice). This story is actually set 200 years after Natsu's era, and follows the journey of a young man who has lost his purpose in life, and struggles everyday to find a reason to continue. It's dark, so if you're not into that I understand and you may take your leave. There will be light hearted moments.
Anyway, enough blabber. I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
My name is Jason Greywar. I am twenty-three years old. I am also an orphan. My mother died when I was seven, murdered by my crime boss father. For the first seven years of my miserable life, I had actually lived in happiness with someone I grew to love. My mother meant everything to me.
Unfortunately, my father found out about my existence. See, my parents were never happily married, far from it. My father, Taiyu Tag, was the infamous leader of the Gredian Mafia in the county of Greed, located within the country of Sin. Twenty-four years ago, this man invaded my home town of Shame Village, where his gang of mobsters slaughtered many of the townsfolk. In fact, there was only one survivor, and her life wasn't spared intentionally.
The survivor's name was Jessica Greywar, my mother. Taiyu Tag had found himself captivated by her beauty, and therefore decided he would have a little fun with her before he finished his arbitrary killing spree. I won't go into detail on what happened next, but the result was the worst thing that could ever happen, my birth.
My mother had been able to escape from Taiyu as soon as he was finished with her. She was always a fighter.
Nine months after this incident, I was born. Like I said, the next seven years were the best of my life. My mother and I didn't have much, but all we needed was each other. Love got me through each and every day, despite our poor conditions.
We lived on the outskirts of the Pergrande Kingdom, just passed the border of Sin, where we spent every night sleeping in a small shelter that was really only meant for a single inhabitant. Still, as long as I had my mother, I had the world.
But nothing is meant to last. One fateful day, a mobster slammed the door to our home open. At this point, the Grecian Mafia had grown very large and controlled a majority of the underground Lost Arts trade in Sin. Taiyu Tag had eyes and ears everywhere.
This is how my father learned of my existence. The result of his newfound knowledge was what changed my life forever. My father wanted possession of me so that he could groom me into being his successor. However, when he forced his way into our home, he was disappointed to see that his son was a sensitive, frail, and weak little boy who solely relied upon love to make it through each day.
His disappointment quickly turned into anger, and he yanked my arm, pulling me alongside him as he tried to take me away. My mother, with tears streaming down her face, lunged at the crime lord to save me. I wish she hadn't.
Taiyu immediately ordered his goons to kill her. The last I saw of my mother was a bloody corpse. I couldn't even cry from the sight. I just stared at her in shock and disbelief. I wanted to believe that I was just having a bad nightmare. To his day I still wish to believe my entire existence is just a nightmare. I'm not that lucky.
With my mother gone, Taiyu was able to drag me away without resistance. Well, that's what was supposed to happen. From out of the sky, a bright light shot down, and then began to slam into each and every one of the mobsters. Finally, the light headed towards my direction, swooping down and snatching me up like an angel.
My savior was no angel, however. He was an old hermit named Yas Fernandes, but I knew him as Master Yas. He was a descendent of Jellal Fernandes, the creator of Crime Sorciere and at one point in time considered one of the greatest wizards on the planet. Of course, at the time, I didn't know any of this. I didn't even know magic existed.
The old man took me to his temple at the top of Mount Myar in the outskirts of the Pergrande Kingdom. It was there that I met six-year old Nicolaus Flux and eight year old Riker Dracon. These two would later become the closest thing I've ever had to brothers.
Master Yas was far past his physical prime, but he had a lot to teach us about magic. Each one of us were able to learn a form of Heavenly Magic through Master Yas' teachings. Truth be told, I may have been able to find solace in having a new family in those times if not for my intense obsession with becoming strong enough to exterminate my father and his mafia.
But again, I was never meant to be happy. After nine years of tough training with a wizard who was once a Wizard Saint, I was ready to find, and kill my father. To be honest I was prepared to leave my new family without warning, but I never ended up getting the chance.
My father found me before I found him. Once again, the door to my home was broken down by mobsters, but something was different this time. From the get go, I could feel that something about my opponents was off. Master Yas, Nick, Riker and I fought off and defeated most of the mobsters with relative ease, when, suddenly, they began to use magic.
Apparently, they had used their control over the underground Lost Arts trade in Sin to power themselves up. I was only sixteen at the time, but I was still able to defend myself from the inexperienced wizards.
Then, he appeared. His long, grim face was something. I could never forget. He put one hand up, signaling from his goons to halt. He slowly approached me, while my new family jumped in front of me to defend me from whatever he was about to do.
Unfazed, my father kept walking forward. Following his lead, I walked passed my master and brothers, moving them aside as I prepared to meet the target of my hatred that had been held within my being for the past nine years halfway.
When our faces were only inches apart, he finally made a move. He cracked a smile. It flared my rage, but I was able to hold back just enough so that he could speak.
He told me that he was no longer disappointed in me, that I had grown into a man that could finally succeed him. In return, I told him I wanted nothing more than to end his life with my own hands.
I charged at him, but that's when he revealed that he had learned a form of magic so powerful, it could change the very laws of the universe. In a demonstration of this magic, he destroyed the entire temple in one spell, and with that same spell, he had defeated me.
For the second time in my life, I was saved by Master Yas. The old hermit fought my father so that Riker, Nick and I could escape. We ended up getting away, never to find out what fate our master had met.
The three of us had moved farther inside the borders of the Pergrande Kingdom, where my father would no longer be able to reach us. We learned quickly that Taiyu Tag overwhelmed Master Yas, but with no way of reaching us without alerting the Pergrande Kingdom powerful military, my father returned to Sin. He didn't want the trouble of going to war with the most powerful country in Ishgar over little ole' me.
My encounter with my father had only further fueled my obsession to kill him. After my brothers and I built a shelter for ourselves, I quickly began formulating a plan to defeat my father.
The first step of this plan was getting involved in the crime world in Sin. Everyday, unbeknownst to Nick and Riker, I would travel to Sin, my identity hidden by a hooded cloak, where I would inquire different people about book teaching Lost Magic. Eventually, I found a man who said he could get me such a book, for the right price.
After a good session of torture, the man finally agreed to give me the item without charge. This book would become my new obsession for two years, and would begin the downward spiral of my life that has lead me to where I am today.
The book that I had acquired taught me the art of Chaos magic, the same magic that my father had learned. The nature of this magic was very unstable, but it was immensely powerful. Its use was dangerous, but the only purpose of my life was to kill my father, I didn't care what happened to me after that.
After the two years went by, I was finally ready to exact my revenge. Pleading with me not to go down the dark road of vengeance, both Nick and Riker made it clear that the only way I would be able to go kill my father was to get passed them first.
With my newfound abilities, I was able to defeat my brothers, whose hearts were not in the fight. I left them heartbroken, devastated by my betrayal. They couldn't believe that such a miserable thing like revenge would cause me to go far enough as to hurt the only people that meant anything to me anymore. They just didn't understand.
And so, acquiring a plain, red mask, I set on to Sin once more, where I would become the masked vigilante known Crimson Angel. Gangsters in Sin would wet their pants at the mere whisper of my name, as I had gained a reputation for ruthless killing of any mobster without bias.
The Gredian mafia was broken down after less than a year of my pursuit. My father had become enraged, obsessed with finding Crimson Angel and making him pay. On my nineteenth birthday, I decided to treat myself by paying daddy dearest a visit.
Finally, Taiyu Tag was able to come face to face with the biggest thorn in his side. He was excited to finally find Crimson Angel, confident that with his abilities, he would kill the masked vigilante.
I can't really describe the feeling I got from seeing the surprised look on his face when I countered his Chaos magic with my own Chaos magic. He was caught completely off guard. Being the much more experienced wizard, it was no effort for me to defeat him and knock him on his ass.
As he lay beaten on the floor, I walked over to him. The look in his eyes screamed of terror, and I reveled in it. It gave me sick delight to watch him squirm. As he pathetically begged for his life, I took off my mask, wanting him to know that I was the one that would take his existence from him.
Upon seeing my face, he began to laugh maniacally. He started shouting about how I was a killer just like him, and that we would make a perfect team together. My only response was, "You don't get any last words," as I pierced his heart with my Heavenly Projectile Magic.
That's the story of how I became an orphan. That was five years ago. I've lost all connection to Nick and Riker, they don't acknowledge me as their brother anymore. In fact, the last time I talked to either of them was when I betrayed them.
I don't really have a purpose in life anymore, I just continue to will myself through every day. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't just have been better if my father had managed to defeat me.
Since four years ago, I've been living in the country of Fiore. I work for an independent guild named Crime Sorciere, the guild of my master's ancestor. I've had a special eye on a guild named Fairy Tail. They say that Master Yas was once a part of this guild.
Anyway, I've told you my past. Now it's time to focus on the present. I have just recently heard about a job request by a Wizard Saint, the ninth ranked Saint. Normally, this would be of no concern to me. The only thing is, this Wizard Saint is famous for being one of the three protégés of the legendary wizard, Yas Fernandes. His name is Nicolaus Flux.
And so, that concludes our prologue. I hope to have a new chapter in at least twice a week, my ultimate goal being every 3 days, but I can't promise this. If you liked what you've read so far, even though it was short and there wasn't much substance, leave a review! I'd love to know what you guys think! Cya in three days!