It was a beautiful and relatively normal morning for Fairy Tail's blonde celestial mage, Lucy Heartfilla, as she walked along the canal's edge on the way to magical light guild, Fairy Tail. The sun was out on this late morning. A reprieve from the constant thunder storms for the last few days.
Anyway, Lucy was soaking in the warm sunlight as it caused the water to glitter in its reflection. The blonde smiled as she walked and was about to jump down back onto the street, when she saw something strange floating under the bridge. Frowning a little, she walked up to the top of the small bridge and leaned over the edge, just as a body came slowly floating out from under.
Lucy let out a squeak as she instantly summoned her faithful maid to retrieve the female looking body. If the big chest, wide hips and small waist had to say anything about her sex. The woman was laid down on the bridge as Lucy crouched down and poked her in the cheek to see if she was alive or not. Lucy really hoped she was.
A weak groan emitted the woman, causing Lucy to release a relived sigh. She turned to her maid, with a smile.
"Punishment, Princess?" She asked in her normal monotone and the blonde shook her head.
"No. Thank you for your help, you can go back." The maid spirit disappeared in a shower of golden glitter. Lucy turned back to the woman as she made her when back to the land of the living. While she did this, Lucy finally took in the appearance the woman.
Sun darken tan skin stretched over an angular face, inky black hair in a matted fishtail braid, lashes so long they brushed her skin. She was fairly tall, scratch that, she was probably almost tall as Laxus. And it could just be her clothing, but looked like she wasn't just tall. Her frame was sturdy and built with slender, sinewy muscles.
Which brings the blonde to the brunette's odd clothing. The best way she could describe it was ninja pirate. Kind of. There were heavy bandages wrapped from her wrists to her shoulder, where wide bands of patterned silver held them in place. Her deep maroon cotton shirt was sleeveless and form fitting under a heavy black cloak, that was held together by a silver brooch with the same pattern from her arm bands engraved in it. Her shirt was tucked into a dark walnut brown loose fitting pair of worn cotton breeches. Which were tucked into a pair of black leather heeled boots. Around her waist were two sashes of maroon and silver silk tied off to the side. Along with a crossing leather belt, a couple of small, draw string leather pouches on either hip.
The woman groaned again, this time stronger in sound, as her face scrunched up against the light of the sun. Lucy raised her hand and placed it, so that its shadow fell over her closed eyes. Which, with proper shading, fluttered open. Revealing this dark, beautiful blue purple color, reminding the blonde of tanzanite, or maybe a black opal. Either way they were incredible as they focused slowly on her face. Her face scrunching up in confusion.
Her dark hand raised up and long slender fingers brushed Lucy's cheek as it darkened to a bright pink. It was absolutely silent between the two before the taller's eyes widen and bolted up to a sitting position, only to fall back down as a sudden wave of intense exhaustion and hunger hit her. Her stomach throbbing in time with her heart.
"Are you okay?" Lucy asked as she kneeled over the stranger. The woman cracked open an eye, relief evident in them purple blue orbs.
"Fiore." She breathed to herself, and Lucy caught the way she rolled the 'r'. Her voice was thick with an accent, that she couldn't quite place. It was right there on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite place it. The stranger looked up to the blonde, opening both eyes. "Food, please." The 's' was almost a 'z', and the woman breathed the 'd'. Lucy nodded, smiling kindly as she helped her to her feet, or as much as she could, seeing as the stranger has a height advantage over her of almost a foot.
"Where are you from?" Lucy asked as they had their way to the infamous destructive guild Fairy Tail. The woman, glanced from where she was heavily concentrating on where her feet landed, to the small blonde. She thought about the proper words in the blonde's language.
"Enca." It took Lucy a moment to understand, because the constants were slurred and rolled together, that this women came from the island kingdom on the other side of Ishgar. Then it took another moment for her to comprehend that this woman came from the other side of Ishgar. Some several hundred thousand miles away.
"Seriously!" Lucy exclaimed, causing the woman to wince at the harsh, high-pitched sound that had just emitted from the blonde half carrying her to some place that holds food.
"Sui, madam. Please quiet." Now her accent made sense. It was a rich, deep blend of French, Spanish and a little bit of Russian. Such an odd combination, it became its own language for the secluded island nation. Enchian, named after the Encians.
"Where is it that we head to?" She asks and Lucy looks away, trying to find a way to tell her that they were going the loudest possible building in Magnolia.
"Well, you see, we're going to Fairy Tail. Which is a light guild, and-" Lucy was about to start rambling her head off when the woman half groan, half chuckled. It sent a deep, vibration through her shoulder and chest. Humming through her skeleton as they continued on. By now the guild was within earshot. Which meant still a couple more blocks to go. Lucy groaned softly as she readjusted her heavy, long limbed cargo.
"Fairy Tail, eh? Devraitobe bytser amusselo (Should be fun)." Hearing her speak her native language, made Lucy realize just how deep the woman's voice can go. And also, she has no idea what her name is. So she asks. "Ah, mone inomya (my name)." She sighs, bringing a shaking hand through her long tangled bangs, before letting it drop onto Lucy's shoulder as they trudged on. "N'Keiyah de Ashimavia Xanthous iz Streex Vlote, Enca." The woman chuckled at the pained confusion that drew the blonde's brows together as she tried to comprehend the name and correct pronunciation.
"You may call me Ashima." Ashima took mercy on poor Lucy's brain with the foreign name. Lucy looked up the taller with relief and gratitude.
"Nice to meet you Ashima, I'm Lucy of Fairy Tail." Ashima's eyes zeroed in on the pink emblem on Lucy's right hand as she sowed it off, along with a brilliant smile, that warmed Ashima up against the constant chill, since her clothes are soaked through.
"So you do know about Fairy Tail? Are we known even that far across Ishgar?" While Lucy may have muttered the second part, Ashima still heard her very clearly.
"Sui, news travels faster to us then the tides." She tells and Lucy nods. Enca, since an island nation, is known for the finest ports in all of Ishgar, with only the best and most effective boats and capable crews among them. Being a captain of a successful boat, is one of the highest honors you may present to your family.
But they are also renown for their international postage system. With the help of special birds only found in Enca and their keepers. Which reminds Lucy...
"Do you have any magic?" She asks, knowing that only certain family lines in Enca, have magic flowing through their veins. Ashima smiles after a moment of translation. Nodding, glancing up to the blonde, then out to the road ahead; after this bend, they would be in view of Fairy Tail.
"I was blessed with the Gift of Embodiment." After a moment of mental translation, Ashima continued. "I believe you Fiorians call it, Takeover?" She glanced down at the blonde for conferment and received a nod. Ashima smiled and continued on her task of keeping her feet on the straightest path as possible.
"Takeover that's cool. We have three takeover mages at Fairy Tail." Lucy informed, causing Ashima's dark purple blue eyes to sparkle in excitement. "What kind of takeover do you use?" The blonde inquired, making Ashima's smile to turn shy.
"Los maes legeros (the light ones)." Lucy looks up Ashima for a translation. "Angels." Lucy gasped as her mind whirled. Well Mira has demon souls in her and her siblings have the souls of different beasts and animals inside them. Seems plausible. But to have actual angel souls living inside someone is crazy to think about.
"To be more clear, fallen angels, for only those that have sinned, may the mortal soul take on." She explained as Lucy's brows disappeared into her hairline. Fallen angels?
"Which ones do you have?" Lucy asked as they came upon the great door of Fairy Tail, just beyond it, lay pure chaos. There was another brawl, from the sound of it. Lucy rolled her eyes and groaned at her reality. She loves her family to death, but they were a bit destructive, even when they don't mean to be. And especially when they mean to be.
"That is for me to know only." Ashima answered a strained look hidden behind a teasing smile. Lucy rolled her eyes as she kicked opened the door with a little difficulty, revealing a guild wide brawl. But Natsu quickly caught the scent of his best friend/partner and quickly poked his pink head out of the huge dust ball.
"Hi Luce! Who's that?" He asked his brows drawn together in confusion before Gajeel sucker punched him right in the stomach. Drawing him back into the brawl before he could receive his answer. Lucy smiled up at Ashima in apology, only to find that there was increasing pressure being put onto her shoulders and that the stranger was a deathly pale under her dark tan. Her eyes were dangerously drooping and unfocused as a bead of sweat was rolling down the side of her face.
The taller's breathing was uneven as she tried to shift her feet, only to have her knees buckle from under her. The sudden extra 200 pounds were too much for Lucy, causing them to go crumbling down to the ground. Ashima's limbs, limp and sprawled, as Lucy groaned loudly, wiggling out from under the practically dead weight. The loud thump of the impact was lost in the chaos of the brawl to most, but luckily not to dragon slayers.
Wendy came around the fighting, worry swimming in her wide mocha eyes, which grew ever wider at the scene before. The bluette rushed over to help her friend, pushing the brunette up enough to allow the blonde to crawl free as the brunette's vision swirled and blurred. The edges dotted with black spots as Ashima struggled to keep her eyes open.
The harsh sound of fighting grating on her sensitive ears, making her swollen head pound in time with her heartbeat. She could feel the small thump in her finer tips and working down to her toes. Her skin hot and far to tender and overwhelmed. Her soaked clothes not helping her.
Suddenly someone was pulling up her shirt and small hands were pressing, like feathers, across her aching skin. But it wasn't until she applied more pressure that pain shoot through her system so quick it was like lightning. Forcing her into a sitting position as her hand shot out, long fingers wrapping around a dainty neck.
The pale flesh instantly beginning to darken with blooming bruises as her other hand whipped back, her hidden blade springing into place as it seeked to be buried in her captive's heart. But before she blade could meet its mark, she was crudely being dragged away, cursing and screaming filling her head as her body went limp, her head rolling backwards as a fist connected with her cheek. Sending her tumbling head first into the dark abyss of slumber.
Ashima woke sometime later to feeling like her entire stomach area felt like one big, horrible bruise, and bile quickly rising up in her throat. Tanzanite eyes flew open when she found that she couldn't move her limbs and she was only a few seconds from vomiting all over herself. Ashima quickly closed her eyes against the harsh light and bite down on her tongue as saliva filled her mouth.
"Lucy, Honey, she's waking up." A sweet, concerned voice called out above her as the tall woman tried to keep whatever bile was in her stomach to stay there. Swallowing thickly, as a tremor wracked through her long body, another one quickly following expanding from the base of her skull to her fingers and toes. Leaving the small hairs on her arms and neck standing on edge and her chilled skin tingling.
"Ashima? Are you okay?" The brunette heard Lucy's voice, but couldn't find the strength to open her eyes, only to turn her head in the direction from which her voice came. Weakly pulling at her restrainments to act out the question she couldn't voice.
"While Wendy, one of our healers, was treating you, you tried to kill her. Twice. After the second time we had to restrain you, for both of your sakes." Lucy explained as she sat down on the edge of the bed Ashima was magically bound to. They were in the infirmary; and while Ashima had acted out of basically muscle memory and instincts from being badly hurt, it left a sour taste in the mouths of the Fairies. Especially since it was the smallest slayer who's life was nearly taken. Twice.
Lucy waves her hand, and the binds disappeared, allowing Ashima to instantly lean over the bed and empty the bile that was no longer sitting in her stomach. Lucy grimaced as Ashima warily rubbed her burning throat, leaning back into the bed with a cringed grimace.
"My apologies." Ashima grasped out weakly, her eyes straining to stay open. Her blinks becoming longer from bone deep exhaustion. So how she managed to reopen her eyes again and again was beyond her knowledge. Along with the other person in the room. Who was it? Their aura felt female and mostly human. Expect for the several demon souls that where chained to hers. It took Ashima a moment to connect the dots that this was a takeover mage and another to add meaning to it.
The tall brunette managed to open her eyes, lazily looking around the room to find Lucy and a white haired woman right behind her. A familiar hand on the blonde's shoulder as the blonde intertwined their fingers and leaned back into her body. Ashima stared at them with a blank look, processing the scene before her with a cotton-filled head, before nodding once as she eyes slipped closed and fell instantly into the awaiting arms of sleep.
When her eyes opened again, the tiniest old man sat awaiting her arrival to reality on a chair next to her cot. She stared at him with glazed over dark purple blue eyes for a long several moments as she shifted from deep sleep to awareness. It was a much slower process then normal, but then again she normally doesn't need to prepare her brain for speaking another language. Even with all the traveling she has done for the past two years. She was mostly on her own, with occasionally bumping into other ''travelers'' or asking for a room at an inn so that she could properly bathe herself. But that was it and as she stared at this tiny old man, his aura released waves of comfort to her.
Releasing a sigh, Ashima looked away from him as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, her long legs coming up and crossing themselves in front of her as she slowly, warily, repositioned the pillows to accommodate her long back. While Ashima was unhurriedly completing her small tasks, Makarov had an odd stray thought; how was his grandson doing? Well it wasn't all that odd. He thought of his exiled grandson, Laxus, during his down time. But it was odd that they appeared while meeting with the young traveler. Maybe it was the size similarities. He as yet to see Ashima drawn up to full height, but he had no doubt that it rivaled Laxus'.
"Who are you?" She asked, her voice thick with the Encian accent and raspy from lack of water. She cringed at sound she emitted and and swallowed awkwardly. But Makarov was surprised to find how deep it was. It was smooth, musical tenor, enriched by the accent of her native language.
"I am the third guild master of Fairy Tail, Makarov Dreyar." The tiny man introduces himself as he stands up on the chair, meeting her dark purple blue gaze head on. "Who might you be and why are you so far way from home?" He asks, while Ashima did not flinch or react outwardly, her eyes became distant, as she watches the old man through an analytical, narrowed gaze.
"My plain name is Ashima N'Keiyah." She started slowly, carefully picking her words as she licked her lips. Trying to return some moisture to her mouth and lips. "I can to find a safe place to be my myself." She explains, not revealing anything more. Watching as Makarov's aura of honey yellow dulled in sorrow for herself, then brightened with understanding and determination.
"You can find that here at Fairy Tail. Should you stay." He offers as he sits down, crossing his short, thin legs. "May I ask what kind of magic you have. Lucy mentioned you had a kind of takeover magic." He prompts as Ashima looks out the window. The late afternoon light pouring in, highlighting the little bits of dust as they float through the mostly empty room.
"In your terms it is Takeover: Fallen Soul." At the small pulse of confusion from Makarov, Ashima explains. "Souls fallen from grace and God's good will." Makarov didn't respond right away. Instead he leaned back as he digested this new information. Turning her carefully constructed sentences over in his head and finding depth in her slowed, accented speech.
"How old are you?" Makarov asks suddenly, causing Ashima to turn her head towards him, confusion and distrust dancing in those dark purple blue depths. The old man looked beyond her, out the window she had just been staring out of, the sounds of a rambunctious guild below filling the quiet between them.
"I will be turning 21 years of age at the beginning of winter." She answered slowly, watching the serene, thoughtful old man through narrowed eyes. Makarov hummed in acknowledgment of her respond as he thought, mulling over options and courses of action in his mind.
Ashima gave him a thorough once over, before looking down at her dark, scarred hands as they lay in her lap, before joining the old man in looking out the window. The light slowly starting to fade as the late summer evening began to pull the sun down towards the horizon. Looking out over the lake that lay not far beyond the backyard of Fairy Tail.
Sighing and leaning back against the wall, Ashima's hands flexed and twitched against her thighs as sleep started to make her eyes heavy once again. Having been lulled by the peaceful, thoughtful quiet that surrounded her into a light doze.
But she was snapped out of it when the door to the infirmary was opened crudely by the white haired demon barer. A tray of steaming food in her delicate hands, a warm smile on her face as she sets up the tray on top of Ashima's legs, her dark eyes watching her movements closely. And when she looked even closer she saw a warm red rose aura around the woman, tendrils of black and charcoal hiding beneath the surface. Those demon souls a clash dark warring greys and silvers mixed in with her hidden aura. The presence of a former personality.
Ashima gave the woman a thankful smile, then bowed her head over her food as she pressed her closed right hand over her heart, then kissed her forefinger, before digging into the food as if there was no tomorrow; with more manners though. Without five minutes, Ashima had polished off the entire meal for two, and looked to the white haired woman with a shy smile. "May I have more?" She asked and the woman giggled as Makarov focused on the interaction. It seems Ashima is more comfortable around women then men.
Ashima was not allowed to leave the infirmary for the next week as her body recovered from serve internal bleeding, internal bruising and a servely bruised kidney. During her emission, she had few, but frequent guests. Wendy was the most frequent, seeing as she was the main healer on hand. But because of her earlier actions, the small slayer was a shy around the older, that is until Ashima bowed her head low and sincerely apologized for her actions while her head was clouded with pain and exhaustion. Wendy, of course, accepted them, quickly growing close afterwards.
Ashima's second most frequent visitor was Miss Lucy, the kind mage that had saved her from the canal. They often talked about Fiore and Enca and their differences. Like with Enca, their power is split among the three royal families, each with a bold prime color. The red family is N'Keiyah, the leaders of the military. The yellow family is T'Lirou, the diplomatic leaders. And the blue family is D'Awna, the head healers. Of both land and people. When Lucy found out about the royal families and backtracked in her memory to recall Ashima's last name, she was astounded. The woman she had saved was a princess!
"I am no princess. I left that life behind for another." Lucy instantly sympathized with her, understanding her situation with an intimacy. Ashima discretely watched as the blonde's sky blue aura flared and brightened before dulling and pulling in close to her, then slowly relaxed. Becoming a small, soft pulse of calm and kindness that beat in time with her steady heart beat. Ashima basked in it, leaning her head back, her eyes falling closed as a smile pulled on the corner of her lip. Before falling as she succumbed to sleep.
Mira would come up with food during meal times with Makarov, he would stay behind and eat his own meal with her in a companied silence. Sometimes they would talk about the process of getting her a legal citizenship in Fiore so that she could become a Fairy Tail member. Other times they would talk. Talk about the guild and the members it holds. What stupid stunts they have pulled and the kind of property damage they created.
At hearing how much paperwork the old man has to do on his own, Ashima offered her help, once she was given release by Wendy. Makarov nearly sobbed in relief and graciously accepted the help. But that brought up another issue that needed to be dealt with: where was Ashima going to be staying once she was released from her cot in the infirmary?
Ashima explained that she could live on the edge of the forest that lay just outside of Magnolia's eastern border. Makarov flat out refused her proposal, even with all the logical reasoning the taller gave to the elder. His only response was that he could not, in good conscious, allow a guest of Fairy Tail to sleep out in the woods. Not when they could arrange for her to stay with one of them. Ashima wanted to protest, but when his aura flashed a dangerous pale yellow, she swallowed her pride and nodded in agreement.
That didn't stop her from being extremely picky over where she was to stay though. It took them almost an hour to get her to finally just agree to stay with him. He had an extra room from when Laxus had still lived with him. Which hasn't been many years.
"Tell you what, you can work for room and board. Does that help? You can keep the house in running order, and help me with the paperwork." He compromised, his lip twitching both up and down as Ashima crossed her arms and nodded her satisfaction. Makarov sighed in relief as his small shoulders drooped in release on the tension that kept them creeping closer to her ears.
That is how Ashima's early mornings and late nights began. They started with a run along the border of Magnolia and a shower at the guild, where it was just opening when she arrived. Breakfast ready made by Mira when she finished her shower. Afterwards she would start on the mountains of paperwork that were stacked on the floors and desks. An hour in, Makarov would stumble into their shared office, where he found a large stack of paperwork was ready to be looked over and signed before being filed or sent off.
They would work hard and Ashima would keep him on track until lunch. Where they would break for food and a rest. Well Ashima's rest included another run around Magnolia and a series of stretches to loosen the knots that gathered from being hunched over for so long. Then it was right back to the grind for the royal, not quite for the old man as he lingered around the main hall for another hour before reluctantly returning to tortuous and hellish paperwork. It was much like that for the rest of the day and into the late hours of the night that they worked. Until they were barely able to see clearly did they work, before leaving as Mira closed up the guild for the night. The process repeated itself over and over.
Ashima found herself comforted by the daily routines, reminding her of her responiblies that were no longer hers to maintain. The mental toll sunk deep into her muscles and bones as she helped work through the slowly shrinking mountains of paper until some 2 odd months had passed and Ashima had walked into the office and found no paper work that needed to be done. She actually stopped short at the site, stuck inside the door frame for a moment as the realization sunk into her.
There was no more paperwork that needed to filled out.
But the mountains of paper had hidden the dirtiest floors Ashima ever witnessed.
Ashima nearly gagged as the smell of the uncleaned floors and mold hit her for the first time. This will not stand. Ashima steeled herself and marched herself back down the stairs and over to Mira as she cleaned glasses and wiped at the already sparkling bar top.
"Mira, I require, every cleaning supply you have." Ashima requested, causing Mira to raise a brow in interest, eyeing her thoughtfully, before handing over her prized cleaning set. Ashima nodded her thanks, her mouth set in a determined line as her eyes hardened. Mentally preparing herself as she marched back up those stairs, cleaning items in her long arms, and into a war zone.
An hour later, when Makarov opened the door to his office, expecting to find Ashima at her desk hard at work with a stack of documents ready for an overlook, he found the opposite. Ashima was curled up in a ball on the leather couch in front of their desks, the office spotless and paperless with cleaning supplies on her polished and shining desk. Tears sprang to his eyes as joy nearly overwhelmed him. Looking over to the slumbering woman, Makarov decided to go ahead with his plan. Closing the door behind him as he walked down to the bar, a soft smile on his weathered, old face.
Ashima did not stumble down the stairs. No, she jumped right over there, landing like a great cat on her feet sinking into a deep crouch before bursting out the doors, knocking over several people as she dashed out, horror glittering in her dark eyes as she raced towards her shared house. Hastily putting her traveling clothes back on as she wrapped her black cloak around her shoulders as the early autumn air began to cool from evening. Jumping out the back window of Makarov's house, Ashima disappears deeps into the woods, never looking back once.
Meanwhile back at the guild, Fairy Tail's members looked to each other in confusion, having never seen such a response from the stoic foreigner. But they didn't have to wait long before they found out the reason for her abrupt leaving. Only the dragon slayers could smell the scent of fear that clung to Ashima as she bolted.
Suddenly the guild door blasted open revealing Lahar with his Rune Knights and a foreigner that stood a foot over him, his own company of fighters behind him. He looked like a male version of Ashima. Long, inky black hair pulled back into a fishtail braid, tan darkened skin stretched over an angular face, very tall with rich, lean muscles and the same slanted, hooded eyes. The same shade of dark purple blue tanzanite.
"Where is Ashima N'Keiyah?" His accent was the same Ashima's - Encian. His voice was deeper, but not by much, instead it rumbled and boomed. Silencing the entire guild, like a lightning strike, in an instant. Causing Makarov to raise a curious brow as the men flooded the open floor space.
"Master Dreyar, this is Kane N'Keiyah, Ashimavia's twin brother. He is here to take her back to Enca." Murmurers exploded in the main hall at Captain Lahar's declaration. Kane and his men spread out through the guild, their footsteps silent on the hard wood.
"By force it seems." Makarov comments as he watches the men wrapped in dark crimson and black move, bodies tense as if ready for a sudden attack from the tall woman. Which reminds the old man. He has never seen Ashima fight. Not once in the two months she has been here. No matter how hard Natsu tried to get her to fight him. She never gave way and never fought. Except for when she had just been brought in and barely clinging to life. But that wasn't actual fighting, that was instincts.
"It will be the only way to get her to come." Came the snide retort from Kane as he stood on the second floor overlooking everyone, before walking away and towards the infirmary. It was empty and so was his reserves of patience. That and his stomach. But that could be dealt with later. Right now he had to find his problematic older sister. She is always leaving behind messes he has to clean up. Like running away after their parents announce her betrothal, and consequential coming out as a lover to the fairer sex.
Kane ran a hand over his face, rubbing his closed eyes and giving a long, heavy sigh. Leaning heavily against the door frame of the infirmary, and staying there for a moment, before one of his men, Mokai, came up to him, the shorter man was his main tracker and it seems he picked up a trail. Kane took a deep breathe centering himself, before following after Mokai, the rest following his lead out of the run down light guild that Ashima allowed herself to be apart of. Instead of being at home, helping their older brother run the military as their parents settle into retirement.
Kane snarled to himself as they leave Magnolia. He would find Ashima and knock some sense into her head, if it's the last thing he does. Her being gay be damned. This is about being responsible for the family and the clan. They can figure out her betrothal later. They just need her home.
Lahar and his men stayed at Fairy Tail and searched Magnolia while Kane with his fighters and trackers searched late into the day for the running princess the surrounding areas of Magnolia. All the while Ashima was making a wide arch back to the lake behind Fairy Tail. Creeping along the shadows casted by the fattening moon on the rocky cliffs, climbing up them was all too easy and slipping past the Rune Knights was child's play.
Sneaking into the guild and up to the rafts was way too easy. To the point where it had the brunette paranoid and extra careful. She took a moment to scan the rafters for any auras, and found none, so carefully she tiptoed along the heavy, sturdy beams and placed herself over the leader, Lahar, as was identifiable by his different apparel and his pine green aura, kept tightly bound himself. Unlike with some people, whose vivid crimson aura was spilling around them in much the same way their magic spills around their hands as their fire eats at the air.
Ashima shakes away her thoughts and focuses as she steps off the beam, landing on Lahar and knocking him out instantly as the Rune Knights came running at the sound of a loud thud. They didn't get a chance to defend themselves as Ashima was knocking out one with a swift roundhouse kick to the temple before spinning quickly and delivering a butterfly fly and knocking out another two knights, while knocking another on their ass. Then landing on the fallen knight, leaving him gasping and panting for breathe as Ashima jumped off of him and over three incoming knights. Leaving them to trip over themselves and their gasping companion.
The last standing knight came charging at the brunette from did a corkscrew twist right over him. But instead of just landing, she used the momentum to send her her foot up between the man's legs. A loud screech echoing through the silent guild as the kick landed, the knight falling to the ground in a sobbing ball. Ashima released a deep breath and stalked over to the slowly reawakening Captain, rudely grabbing him by the collar and lifting him high into the air as his eyes snap open.
The brunette brought the smaller close to her, a sneer pulling on her dusty rose lips. "Leave." She growled, a chill running down everyone's spines as Lahar froze for a long moment, before somehow finding the courage to open his mouth and speak against the foreigner. "Now." His mouth clicked shut as Ashima dropped him, sending him scrabbling over to his soldiers, hastily getting them out of the building, the ice cold glare burning a hole into the Captain's head as they retreated.
"I was never here, you do not know me." Ashima told and was about to leave back out the back door, before a blonde slid in her way. A fierce glare in those caramel eyes as she looked up to the brunette. Arms crossing and stubbornly refusing to move out of her way.
The taller growled deep in her chest that caused the blonde to pause long enough for her to push her way pass her. Yet a scaled and clawed hand gripped her wrist. Mira's satan soul causing her to stop, the white-haired woman's strength outmatching hers, despite her desperate attempts of freedom. Freedom of which she can no longer have here in Fairy Tail.
"Ashima, don't you dare leave." Mira's deepened voice caused the taller to pause in her struggles. Looking up from her trapped wrist to Mira's sapphire blue eyes. A dark silver mixed with her rose red aura, causing gooseflesh to raise as the cold from her hand steeped into her skin. Chilling her to the bone, worming itself up her arm.
"You will be dogged by my brother and his soldiers, until my trail leads away from here. You have been enough for me. Let me do this for you." Mira switched back to herself, releasing Ashima with a small frown as Lucy began to protest behind her, trying to move beyond her girlfriend, only to find that the older was holding her back as Ashima turned on her heel and became one with shadows. A forgotten farewell hung in the air as Ashima disappeared as suddenly as she appeared.
Minutes passed in silence, until Makarov broke everyone out of their stupors. Turning to the three dragon-raised slayers, he gave his orders, his lips pulled into a tight line. Seriousness and worry dripping from his words. "Find her and bring her back."
Ashima was barely seven miles away when she noticed two parties following her.
One were the slayers the others, her people. This was going to be one hell of a fight.