Prologue Part 2: Seventeen Years Ago
To say the least, a kingdom without magic was hard. Running a kingdom without magic was harder, that's what rulers had found out. Fiore hadn't had even a trace of magic in ten years, and everyone knew that royalty was nothing without magic, just deception. Just violence. Just empty promises until one was overthrown. Prince Zeref knew all of this, knew how hard, how unsuccessful ruling Fiore had been. He couldn't do it, at least, that's what he thought. Things were different now, what could he change? The prince, set to be crowned the next week, had no ideas, no plans to better his kingdom.
But on September 23rd, magic reappeared in Fiore.
It wasn't for long, maybe twenty seconds.
It wasn't controllable, in fact, Zeref was even a little scared.
It wasn't seen by the kingdom, just the prince.
How did he know it was magic, and Fiore's magic, at that? He could feel it, taste it on his tongue. It was like a breath of fresh air, like the drowsiness had been shaken from his mind. That day, Zeref didn't acquire great powers or meet a mythical creature once home to the kingdom. He didn't gain magic for himself or his people.
He received only a prophecy.
The kingdom, the people didn't know. He was about to be king, and what sort of king would bring false hope to his people? He let it sit, let it simmer in the back of his mind until it could be understood. But would it ever make sense?
"Six children, each two moons apart,
Golden in mind and clear of heart.
A monstrous, twisted, abnormal mind,
In seventeen years, the six shall find.
Tragedy, horror, trauma, fright,
One must endure to end this night.
Most pure, most loyal, loved by all,
She will be the one to fall.
He is much more than Satan's spawn,
But will you yourselves become his pawns?"