Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of the characters
He looked up to see the preparations for the festival.
There would have been a time when he would have been as excited as everyone else. Travelers and artists from all over the world would bring goods and treasures to show and sell, and the citizens would celebrate good harvests and new fortunes. Hundreds of years ago it had started as a small affairs, bring in more and more well wishers to make it one of the largest festivals in the country.
Areon was established as the new location for the Magic Council. The large, old buildings, and the geographic location made Areon and good hub for travel. Stone buildings and hills made the town itself an impregnable fortress. If the town was ever attacked, it would be impossible for an invading force to make it into the city.
Almost impossible.
He turned down the alleyway, listening to the laughter of the children behind him. His heart squeezed at the thought - his own son, would he have lived, would have been the same age. He could almost picture his son playing in the town square with his friends, his mother nearby shopping.
It was difficult, but they would all be necessary sacrifices for what he needed to do. There was no way around it. There was nothing that would distract him from his plans now, he would do whatever he had to do to.
Stepping towards the end of the alley, he raised a hand and drew the script on the wall. It was an ancient script, no one would know what it was, they would just assume that it was some sort of child's prank. The indigo cast a soft glow before it sank into the mortar of the building. It was a small amount of progress but it was still progress. The Magic Council would pay for everything that they did, and everyone would know the same pain that he had watching everything that he held dear be taken away.
They would all pay. He would destroy them all.