I own nothing from Fairy Tail or any of the official characters. I only own the OCs and story. Sorry for not updating, I've had my exams and I lost my writing ambition. I'm back and with better English.
~ Mj
Lucy Dragneel's Pov
Our story ended with the defeat of Zeref and the joining of our hands the one magic we released wiped the contradictory curse off the face of our mortal world and brought forth salvation to us all. Natsu no longer a demon and plain human, Mavis and Zeref once more aging but now together, considered 'dead' by the Magic Council. We lost many and were scarred deeper than we care to admit and seeing the memories that we would rather like to forget and lock away to the deepest cavern or cave available. The guild has changed dramatically than the one that we once had. The guild hall now stands twice as big as the one before it. The guild too increasing in size, for the new members and our kids this is a story of Fairy Tail's next generation of cause. Magnolia now is a culture bustling town of written culture, since I released my first book almost twenty years ago now, wow that much time has passed. Anyway I am rambling, this story is our typical Natsu and the gang kicking an enemy's ass this is a story of loss and hurt, but in turn learning the valuable lessons of life that we all learn eventually but this challenge that these young wizards faced was greater than any punishment that we would ever wish upon our children. The things they lost and all the anguish that they bared was a strain that us parents never thought that we would ever have to go through. We believed with the evil that Zeref had cast now gone the world for our children to grow up in would be safe, but we were wrong. So very wrong.
This story I will tell is the story of my son, Lindan Dragneel and the girl with golden hair. Our story however does not begin in the usual small town were two wizards happen to run into each other in search of their goals or dreams this story starts in a small village in the mountainous centre of Fiore seven years ago.
The storm had not seized that day. The villagers sat in the hall, the thunder clapped, loud, sending a boom into hall's echoing walls. The chandeliers swung back and forth from the vibrating waves of noise. A thousand stallions seemed the stampede throughout the sky in a torrent of thunder. The rain had soaked the villagers through to the bone. They sat in the hall to determine the solution towards the dark presence that was surrounding the hill were the Gardenia household sat undisturbed by anything. The dark energy was like nothing like they had seen even considering the village's dark and unspoken history. The dark energy had since taken the form no more than three days ago. It had become a dark green and black sickly coloured miasma that had begun to seep into the town and caused a chilling illness to begin to spread. The horrid cloud of pollution had a scent that it cause even the strongest man to start to ball tears and run and hide in corner and beg for the scent of roses. The scent of such sickly carrion that burnt the nose of many, it could only be described as hell fire had submerged the town in the endless blackness of such a deep hatred and evil. It would rot anyone's soul to the core.
The miasma had begun as something unnoticed by people believing it to be just some aftermath of the Gardenia household's magic as they were the only wizards within the village. But the miasma had only increased as time went by then and only then did the village men start to believe that something was out of the norm. What made the situation most eerie was the screaming that had been heard coming from the hill where the Gardenia house sat. It was scream that had chilled the spins of everyone in the small town. Erica village had been a terrifying settlement that night the scream of a child so young could be heard and it was the night that blood went cold and turned to stone from the sheer terror that the sound had cast, anyone would have thought it was some kind of black magic. The other factor that had caused the disturbing situation to get worse was the fact that the Gardenia family had been found in the village square, death cold and ashen grey in complexion. They had yet to awaken but they looked as if their very souls had been sucked out. All of them where there but their youngest child and only daughter Saffron Gardenia, a young girl with the gift of beauty on her side. She bared long golden locks and the most emerald leaf green eyes that shone like a thousand stars. But she was missing from the collection of breathing skeletons that were currently in the village infirmary.
What else was missing from the assembly of the villagers were the visitors that the village had received only month ago. They had appeared at the village gates dressed in standard travel clothing and had little to no money and were starving to the stomach. They had claimed to be wizards and the villagers had sent them to live with the Gardenia's because the villagers as hospitable as they could be were workers of the land, farmers and agricultural geniuses not wizard folk. The Gardenia's had accepted them with open arms as they often helped those who were in need. They gave them a roof over their heads until they could begin their travels once more. These guests had repaid the town with work on the land, earning their keep however they had not seen any interest in leaving as of yet even though a month had passed. They had also grown quite accustomed to young Saffron and often helped her in magic practice. However though how kind they appeared to be, they never spoke of anything of their travels and glared at those who were curious to ask about it; a strange atmosphere radiated from them, an off feeling that the villagers could not shake.
The villagers continued to discuss the trouble that was brewing on the village hill. Sipping down their mead and beer slowly savouring the dry but refreshing taste as it calmed their nerves of the fallacy weather that suited the situation so well. When the unnerving silence was met with the slumped, cluttered step of a crippled walk. All villagers turned to the disturbing noise coming from the stairs. A figure slumped and propped against the wall, a face contorted with pain. The villagers turned from fierce faced to that of panic and worry. "Cole!" a villager cried as the Gardenia's eldest and only son came from the infirmary in such a weak condition to face the crowd of villagers. They hurried over a carried him to a near table and layer him down. A flurry of questions came but all Cole answered was a disturbing and a chilling warning in a lifeless croak "It's coming. Save my sister please. The monster… its coming."
The villagers panicked and kept on repeating the same question to a now passed out cold Cole "What monster?" all their faces bore panic caused by the horrific warning "This monster!" a cold and evil voice quaked. All eyes turned to see Tobias one of the villager's guests standing in the door way the doors open wide like the gates of hell had opened to show the full fury that was darkness of the abyss. His hair had become a dark shade of black and was soaked to his forehead by the relentless rain. His eyes were pools of blood that cast a fathomless despaired feeling pierced daggers dripped in blood into the hearts of everyone around the hall. The off feeling that he bathed was stronger than ever as it seemed to make up his whole being. This couldn't really be the same person could it? A growl came from the doorway as a figure small and crouched scurried after it's master. It wasn't like anything that the villagers had seen before. It had a wooden bone structure growing and sprouting around pale skin that was disappearing underneath the barked bone structure. The face was concealed, so whoever was host to this growing parasite couldn't be seen. The mask was a wooden skull that had two dead branch like horns protruding from the head and twisting round into points. The nose area was no existent apart from two slits for nostrils and the mouth appeared nearly human part from the twisting fangs. It breathed heavily as if in great exhaustion or pain. Upon its forehead was a black stone that pulsated purple in waves of such anguish. But its most disturbing feature was its glowing green eyes, emerald green but I glowed with a disgusting and haunting glow. It opened its mouth once more and out streamed a wave of miasma green and sickly, a platoon of death. Tobias raised his pale and chiselled arm, a guild mark flashed before the villager's eyes, a skull eyed area and three winding questionable slime trails it glowed a horrid red glow of blood much like his eyes.
"Kill them and bring forth salvation to the Discord's birth guild. Lord Albero Morton Discordian of the undead." The monster seemed to smile, pleased with the request given to an ancient being, a discordian as itself. The monster moved quickly golden matted hair whistling behind it. The villagers could only scream, their death coming so quickly, it was an instant. Their souls though would not see heaven nor hell as they soon became food for the beast as it continued to slash with its long clawed talons and bathing in the blood of those around it. The last thing every man saw was glowing emerald leaf green eyes, every woman saw the swing of matted golden hair, and every child saw the human in pain that the beast possessed as its host. Those who were lucky enough to flee the door ran into the sky's blood as it continued the soak the ground staining it in a dark black pool. The villagers could see the beast's shadow silhouetted by the lightning scratches as it tore into people as if they were paper sending fountains of blood like a painting of human entrails. The laughed Tobias caused was truly evil.
Cole on the table rolled off and landed upon a mass of sliced and frozen feared bodies each one of them forever bearing the look of fear as they faced their instant death. He fell in a pool of blood and it soaked through his clothes camouflaging him within the mass pile of bodies. He came too, still too weak to move but he quickly wished that he had remained unconscious seeing the monster that he had warned of, now tearing his friends and family apart. He felt his eyes began well with tears seeing familiar monster in front of him of the person he loved so dearly be the host body to this horrific thing. The beast was satisfied with the chorus screams and the gutting squelch of inwards as it bathed its long fingers into the bodies of its victims. Tobias suddenly stopped looking so amused when the second visitor and his companion came through the door. She was dressed in long cult like robes her guild mark centred on her chest. She had long red hair that was braided in bangs each side framing her face as the rest flew down her back. She had panic written in her eyes the hazel bone eyes bled purple tattoos beneath them in triangles, almost like markings. "A grand druid, at the gates he broke the barrier as if were nothing." She panted tired from her sprint. Tobias hissed and clicked his tongue. He bit on his thumb to determine what point of call was next considering now that the Discordian had a body it would not run and would continue to feed on human souls until it had it full form and could destroy the human it currently possessed. Tobias knew he would, even with his powers, retain some sort of injury to the discordian as it bore such strong magic even in this form.
He breathed out and turned to his comrade. "We leave now!" he rushed as they both turned tail and began to flee when they came onto contact with the druid. His white robes were long and his staff was very large, a winding oak tree carved into it. His hood golden lined and olive leaves green fell down his robes. The druid's wrinkled face was full of wisdom, mirrored by his long beard that was nearly the length of his body. A turquoise unsmoothed stone with an ancient rune carved into it clattered on his staff. Both dark wizards glared at the druid but continued upon their path. The druid only sighed shaking his head and continued to walk forward towards the bloody hall, three steps two feet one staff.
The beast hesitated from a swing as it sensed the mass magic power surrounding the druid. It hurried outside and came face to face with an old foe. It instantly charged and fell quickly to a loud clasp of lightning. He dawn was a bloody sky, no bird song, no chickens beckoning the morning's wake up and no yawning of villagers. A shaky Cole rose from the blanket of dead bodies, still alive and hesitantly moved out of the bloody hall. He was dressed in the deep red of others. He and other survivors of the massacre hesitantly approached the sleeping figure. There was no growling, no slashing, no glowing emerald leaf green eyes but instead a sleeping girl. Her clothes were rags and bloodied, her brown locks spread over the ground. Her emerald leaf green eyes dimmed to a thousand red dwarfs, there sat the young girl, the missing girl, the monster. Saffron Gardenia. And there she sat with choker welded around her neck of an unsmoothed turquoise gem with an ancient rune written upon it. A seal. To keep in the monster. The village also sealed itself off to, all to keep in the monster. All until she ran away to meet in a small port town on the coast of Fiore where my story began 30 years ago.
Now a new male in search of something dear, a talking blue cat and an ambitious wizard begin their story a little differently but nearly the same. This is a story is of love and loss.
Let us begin
~Lucy Dragneel X814