Hi, all! First fanfic time. Read, enjoy, and review with extreme predjudice. This is the prolouge where we will be meeting the OC that I spent ages working on, Calem! I'll answer questions some of the original stuff if you ask, as some of it is original and therefore isn't just a wiki away.
Enjoy Altered and Unbalanced readers, hopefully this will be a good one.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Fairy Tail nor any character within this story except for Calem.
Calem opened his eyes, he had just fallen asleep, hoping to get some rest for once. But he knew that wouldnt be the case when he saw himself strolling along lazily up the rocky mountain pass in the dead of night.
'Oh no,' he thought, 'not this again.'
Calem remembered the day perfectly, every detail. He could envision the clouded sky of that cold, autumn night, feel the nip of the slight wind chill at his nose, the calm feeling that settled within him after dark, the time when the moon and stars came out, lighting up the world for all to see. It was the best night in a while, but not for him.
Calem figured he would stop by his parents, as just because he was out fulfilling the duty of his clan didn't mean he had to be a total stranger. Ans it was all the same, like it had been ripped straight from his mind. The mountain view in the distance, the path amist the rubble, the eerie feeling in his gut, all just the same. All except for the unsual quiet, which at the time he blamed on the lateness of the hour. But Calem knew the happenings of this dream, this reality that plagued his soul with sadness, which both fueled his magic and resolve and sapped at his mental health, and no amount of excuses could change it.
He would get mad sometimes, mad at the fact that he was seeing this, them, HIM, again for the umpteeth time. But usually, he was just sad. Depressed that he was too late. Today was the usual, as Calem rounded the bend that led to his clan's small village, and there they were. Eight bodies of his family, his friends, his treasured ones. Just like always, he would search the bodies for the two that mattered most, his parents, and like always, they wouldn't be amongst the initial chaos. Seeing all of their faces, eyes wide open, but souls missing, he remembered all of it, all in his dreams, and they forced him to revisit, to remember his pain, to deal with it like a lingering cold. But that didn't mean he wanted to.
Calem felt his chest involuntarily exhale, shamefully relieved at the indentities of the bodies, but his mind knew the truth, and his naive dream-self would too, in time.
Calem saw his body start to run, and he felt what he felt that night all over again. The panic settling in, wishing with all his heart that they were ok, . Like he didn't know what was coming, like the ending would be different. His mind countered these feelings. 'You can't change the past' he thought. But it didn't stop him from hoping, even if that hope was to be routinely crushed.
Per usual, as he rounded the bend his body froze in place and his heart sunk into sadness as he saw the falling corpse of his father, his mother already on the ground, no feeling of soul, magic power, or any life at all from his parents. They were dead, and no matter how far he walked nothing would change that. It was as it was.
But it still made him sad.
This day depressed Calem, ate away at his insides like a virus. His secret that nobody would know, nobody should know. And it was their killer that made his sadness turn to anger, but within that anger, pure uncontrolled fear.
Calem remembered feeling nothing but darkness from their killer, which had become more familiar each time he revisted this moment. It was a kind of darkness that was far too old and far too great for a normal dark wizard. From what Calem remembered, the wizard looked harmless. He seemed older, his hair longer and graying with a posture that was slightly slouched, dressed in basic robes. Despite this, he feared him. Feared the back of this wizard's head. He feared the slight smile he saw before he began to run. He feared what this wizard was capable of, how he was able to kill as easily as he did.
Calem followed his body, feeling the sadness, the rage, the depression, the frustration, all exactly the same as it was the first time. But the greatest of all was the fear. And as he watched his past begin to fade, he remembered what scared him the most about the aging demon he saw that remembered night.
There was no blood.