It has been so long I have a thousand different ideas but no idea how to actually write them which is sort of awkward I just finished the last chapter and was pretty wtf but it might be nice for the series to have a bit of a new start since it was getting sort of fucking ridiculous and the only reason I read it really anymore is because Erza is still the most attractive thing ever and I guess Jellal is pretty sweet too. Oh. And Laxus is a babe. Here's hoping new main character Romeo might be a little more rounded than NAKAMA-loving Natsu.
I feel... really bad for everyone who was left behind.
LOSS
Stone walls rattle as his eyes snap open, pupils constricted, irises deformed by the sheer amount of magical power behind them. His gaolers quiver, unprepared for such an onslaught, as stones start to fall.
Half of Era shakes alongside his grief. Prisoners above him are left to their own devices, their captors already fleeing for their lives. His hands glow gold, his mouth bleeds and his heart screams; a sound so horrifying and piercing it brings uncontrollable tears to everybody who hears it. Through pain and inhibited coordination a webbed, slimy hand reaches for the defences on the cell door, tries to chant the proper incantations. One level of protection, two, three – nothing stops it – nothing stops him, violent and passionate and desperate most of all. The air around him is a cutting force, like a wall of elemental razors. It expands out larger as his scream surges on, and the amphibians flee for their lives too late. There's nothing they can do, because he was a saint, and they underestimated his guilt and goodwill. Until now he's been compliant, civil, if detached-
But now – Now he can't feel her anymore, and it isn't like she's dead – it's worse - she's just... gone.
Wild, his magic melts everything it touches. His skin burns and peels with heat, then heals with its natural restorative properties. Not a single rune or spell meant to drain his magic affects him. The markings are meaningless against his strength, like a single drop of water on a bonfire. He burns, and Era burns with him.
-Then all is quiet.
He stops, as if he has been winded, choked, gutted, and the arcane surge behind his eyes fades. He stares out blindly, at the roof above him, breakable stone, and mortar, and why did he let himself waste away inside when She was out there and She was being hurt and he could have at least done something-
His heart stops. Everything stops. He feels for their connection inside his head – his heart – his entire body. He blocks out everything but thoughts of her – their tie, link, bond – and can't find it. Time starts again. His heart pulses, and with that pulse there is a shockwave so great even Era's maximum security prison is powerless against it. His grief bursts in a great pillar of harsh, destructive light, a tower that pierces the Heavens and destroys everything in its path.
Thousands are killed; the criminal and the righteous, the guilty and the innocent, the young and the old.
And when the authorities arrive on the scene they find nothing. The name Jellal Fernandes does not crop up among the dead. They find no body, no clothes, no teeth in the rubble.
Because now he's gone.
He's gone to find her.
LOSS
I fully believe that the only thing keeping Jellal in gaol is his own guilt. He could flip out and escape at any time. Like Hancock.
Jellal is Hancock.