Prologue:
"Dad, dad!"
A six year old girl came sprinting into the living room. Her midnight blue hair flowed after her as if she was standing in the wind. Her dark sapphire eyes held excitement, but at the same time a hint of sadness. Another girl came running in after her. She's twelve, and although she feels that she's too old for these stories, she can't help but feel the excitement her sister was feeling. Even without her powers, she was able to tell how excited her younger sister was. Her ebony hair stayed down, and her amethyst eyes were shining brightly with happiness. There was some sadness too, knowing full well that she wasn't truly part of the family. But her adoptive parents gladly took her in, and that was enough to keep her happy.
They soon reached the living room. On the couch sat a man staring at the door expectantly. He ran his fingers through his blue-blackish hair. On his left ring finger was a silver wedding ring. It glinted as the lamp's light fell on it. How much longer will she be gone? The question kept on ringing through his mind over and over again. He was snapped out of his trance when the two girls sat on either side of him.
"Tell us a story!" one of them exclaimed.
He started to panic. His wife usually told stories, so he didn't know what to tell them. His dark eyes darted across the room frantically in search of something interesting. His eyes then landed on a photo of him and his wife a few years back. She was smiling without a care in the world, and her cheeks were flushed with happiness. A tinge of nostalgia coursed through him, and he smiled a sad smile. Then, a light bulb went off in his head.
"Let me tell you the story of the Moon Goddess,"
8 Years Ago:
It was a normal night in the guild. Tables and chairs flew everywhere. In the middle there was a huge crowd. Punches flew left and right, and nearly everyone was in it. No one tried to stop, and the person who started it stood in the eye of the storm. His salmon pink hair poking out in different angles, and he's arguing about something trivial once again. Flames were erupting from his clenched fists as he swung a punch at another guild member.
"Should we try to stop Natsu?" asked a blonde mage. Her chocolate eyes were filled with worry.
"Nah," replied the redhead next her. Her eyes darkened as she remembered what today was. She was filled with sadness, worry, guilt, and some hope. She knows that it's foolish to have hope, but it couldn't hurt right? She was snapped out of her trance by someone shouting.
"Gray-sama, Juvia wants to go on a mission with you!" the petite blue mage pouted.
The ice mage was just about to give an angry retort when the guild doors opened with a loud bang. Everyone's head turned towards the source of the sound. Whispers broke out after a moment of silence.
"Lunar Queen!"
"Ocean Princess"
"Dragon Siren"
"Ruler of the Sea"
"Siren Empress"
"Moon Goddess"
The girl's titles spouted out of the member's mouths, but she didn't acknowledge them in the slightest. In fact, she didn't seem to notice them at all. Her breath came in short pants, and her left hand was resting on the doorframe while the other rested on her knee. Her hair covered her face. The ebony sapphire locks had specks of dried blood and dirt. The clothes she was wearing were smeared in blood and shredded.
The redhead and salmonette stared at her, eyes wide in pure shock though everyone else was looking at her with awe. The two mages never thought she would come back, never thought that she was alive. The ice mage was finally able to loosen the blue haired mage's grip. Since he was closest to the door, he was going to ask if the young woman was alright. Abruptly, the girl's eyes shot up and looked directly to the guild. Her obsidian irises held a mixture of happiness, sadness, and regret. Then, she spoke.
"G-g-gomenasai!" With that, her body lurched forward, and she was about to thud to the floor. But she felt a strong pair of arms catch her, and the last thing she saw before blacking out was the worried dark blue irises of her savior, the ice mage.