Jiemma glared at his guild. His little members stood in front of him afraid. He loved his guild. He really couldn't bear to look at the weak one he'd allowed in on sympathies. It was year X790, he wanted to win those fucking games.
"Rufus, Orga, Sting, Rogue, Lyra." He ordered. "Step forward." Four of the five he named did as told. The fifth wasn't there. Fuck it Lyra, you should be here. You are making me look weak and uncontrolling. He thought angrily. I will skin you.
Sting didn't say anything before Master but he was doubtful about this Lyra. He's heard many things about her, and though he was new to the guild and hadn't met all the members yet, he wasn't sure she was a good candidate for the Grand Magic Games. But after what happened to the last person who objected to Master, Sting wouldn't either.
"You will be this year's candidates for the Grand Magic Games. You have two weeks before the Games commence, and this would be a good time to get to know one another." Jiemma ordered. Everyone in the Guild knew that he wasn't making a suggestion.
"But I will warn you. If you fail you won't need to come back to Saberto-" He was unceremoniously cut off by the Guild door opening.
A girl walked through, a bag of Jewel swung over her shoulder. She was humming a tune. The Guild hall became silent, her shoes click-clacked on the tile floor of the hall, her humming the only other sound. The guild turned to look at her. She walked up to Jiemma a look of pure happiness on her face, something not seen often at Sabertooth. She dropped her bag of Jewel at his feet (the Master took a tax form his members). She turned to the group of four male mages, and the entire guild (who were at home) staring at her. She whistled astounded. She turned to Jiemma curiously.
"Who died?" She asked mockingly.
Jiemma scowled. "Lyra," He growled.
"Yes Master J?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.
Sting almost scoffed. This was Lyra? He glanced her up and down. She wore a leather jacket that covered her arms up to her wrists. She had leather gloves on her hands, almost no skin showed there. Her black shirt wasn't high collared but wasn't low either. In the space between the base of her neck, and the collar-line was her pink guild mark. She had tight black pants and black boots scuffed and covered in mud and dirt. She was about his age, he guessed.
"You will be going to the Grand Magic Games, this is the rest of your team." He pointed to the four mages.
She raised an eyebrow and glanced them over, a hand running through her short pink hair. She twisted the one blue streak in it. Rogue noticed and vaguely thought that her hair reminded him of Sting's, considering it was about the same length.
"Well, the boys don't look like much," she said nodding to the Twin Dragon Slayers. "But at least I know the other two. We might even win this one." She said with a tone of amusement in her voice.
Jiemma's scowl deepened. "You will win. I will not tolerate any more losses."
"Course not Master J." Lyra turned to her new team. "I can work with this." She muttered to herself. She then glanced back at Jiemma and smiled. Jiemma didn't smile, he couldn't. He didn't know how she could, none of the guild knew how, but she did.
"Dismissed." The Master ordered. No one thought of moving until he stood and left. Then they all exhaled together.
Then Lyra smiled back at them. "Hey guys." She sang chipper as ever. "I'm back."