A lot of this was inspired by the Descendants prequel novel, Isle of the Lost.
I don't own Fairy Tail, Isle of the Lost, or Descendants!
Once upon a time, during a time of peace for all of Fiore, there were two large islands, split by a single strip of sea.
One, commonly called the Land of the Pixies, due to the single guild that lived there.
The other, sometimes called the Isle of the Leftovers, or perhaps the Isle of Evil.
Those who populate the Land of the Pixies call it nothing more than the Isle of the Lost, Ushinawareta shima.
The world calls it the Isle of the Lost.
This island cannot be farmed, and by far cannot be used for livestock. There are no ways to obtain food here.
The Land of the Pixies oh-so-graciously donates its trashed food to the Isle of the Lost.
These two islands are home to two rival guilds; One, a Legal Guild known as Pixie Tail, filled with fans of Fairy Tail. The other, a Dark Guild lead by an Etherious known as Nyx, Evil's Core.
These two guilds have been at war for a long time.
Longer than a training period after losing a parent.
Longer than the time a friend is in a different world.
Even longer than the time strong mages can stay protected by their first guildmaster.
It has been going on for ten years.
Maybe ten years isn't a long time; after all, demons live for centuries, as does the cursed.
But for the children of those who first created these guilds, war is all they know.
And for the population of Evil's Core, the losing side, a party was just what they wanted to raise their spirits.
Or whatever a party could be, on an island that lives on nothing but leftovers and war.
In any event, however, it was a party.
A birthday party, for the daughter of the strongest mage in the Evil's Core guild.
Weeks before, invitations had been left on every doorstep…
Every doorstep…
Except for one.
One malicious little half-demon.
Whether her invitation had been lost in the wind or simply not addressed in that sloppy, yet elegant handwriting wasn't known.
The outcome, however, was the same.
Above the party, looking down from the balcony, was a small girl of six. She had small horns colored a midnight purple, and straight, purple hair that flowed past her shoulders, ending just under her shoulderblades.
There she saw the tiny mage, sitting upon a rickety old throne, the prettiest of the island. The other islanders seemed the happiest they had been since the war began.
The small demon growled, her emerald eyes glistening with jealousy and rage.
"Hmm? Ebony?" footsteps came up from behind her, "What is this?" questioned Ebony's mother, Nyx, the guildmaster and ruler of the island.
"It's a birthday party." Ebony said, bitterness filling her voice, "And I wasn't invited."
"Oh, we can't have that, can we?" Nyx cackled. The Etherious despised parties.
They made humans happy.
Nyx stepped forward, and raised her voice.
"You! Anahi and your daughter!
You are hereby excommunicated from Evil's Core, and sentenced to house arrest!" exclaimed Nyx. The entire island could hear it.
Anahi scooped up her small daughter, and ran. The others cleared the streets, afraid to be the next to be exiled.
And little Ebony watched this happen, grinning to herself.
After all… Happiness wouldn't be allowed.
If you were happy in something other than being a dark guild headed by one of Zeref's creations…
Then you weren't Evil to the Core, now were you?
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