Before we begin the first chapter, I want to clarify two things really quickly; first, when writing the prologue, I couldn't decide between 3rd person limited and 3rd person limited, and what I ended up doing was sort of a mix of the two. But I want the actual book itself to be told from 3rd person, because I feel that sort of style fits Macbeth's character better than 1st person would. So I didn't want people to start wondering why the writing styles of the chapters and the prologue are so different. Second, I need to put in a small disclaimer in regards to the type of magic used by both of my OCs (yes, there will be two, read on) I got Alsie (the main OC who will end up with Macbeth)'s magic from this website ( www. / clubs / fairy-tail / forum /post/ 159869 / title/ create-own-magic ), and as for the second OC's magic, I once again had to ask the friend who helped me with the title for help, so credit for that goes to her, even though we spent, like, an hour brainstorming in text messages before she finally came up with one I really like and felt fit the character. A the credit for Alsie's magic goes completely to the user who posted that comment in the thread. I can't remember their username. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
It was exactly one month after hearing of Fairy Tail's disbandment that they ran across her. The Crime Sorciere guild was camping in the forest outside of the village they'd stopped a small dark guild from raiding. It was late, and already most of the other members had gone to sleep for the night, leaving just Macbeth, Erik, and Jellal awake, sitting together in silence around the fire.
This was quite normal for their group; after all, none of them were exactly the joking type. But another part of the reason they were all so silent that night was that all of them, especially Macbeth, had a strong feeling that something was going to happen. Whether it be good or bad, none of them could say for sure, but whatever the case it certainly made them alert.
As it turned out, they didn't have to wait long for their feelings to be confirmed. Around a half hour after the others had fallen asleep, a loud shout came from a few miles to the west of their small campsite. Immediately, all three of the men still awake were on their feet, while the noise roused the others from their sleep.
"W-What was that?" Sorano asked groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"I'm not sure." Jellal said. "Erik, Macbeth, the three of us will go check it out."
They nodded and set off after their blue-haired leader. It wasn't hard to track where the sound had come from, because immediately after the first shout came several more. It sounded like two people being attacked by some sort of monsters, which of course only made the three of them run faster in order to help.
It was obvious when they had reached the source of the sound, because bright flashes of light alongside the shouting alluded to the two people being mages. It was too dark to make out any of their individual features, but Macbeth could clearly see that it was a male and female duo, both facing off against a monster that looked like a lion, only four times the size of a normal lion.
"A Nemean lion!" Jellal announced loudly, drawing the attention of the two mages. "Aim for its' eyes or mouth! It's fur is impenetrable!"
The male mage laughed. "Good to know!" He thrust out one arm and shouted, "Lose; sight!"
A flash of dark red light shot from his outstretched hand and hit the Nemean lion directly in its mouth as it roared in anger. Immediately, it quieted, and began staggering around, as if it had suddenly been struck blind.
"What the hell kind of magic is that?" Erik mused at Macbeth's side while Jellal rushed towards the two mages to offer his assistance. He was able to kill the monster using a direct strike to both of its eyes.
Once everything had settled down, Macbeth and Erik joined them closer to the spot where the giant lion had fallen. Jellal was speaking to the two mages. "-an independent guild." He was saying as they reached them. "You can come with us, if you want. It will be safer for you to travel in a group rather than by yourselves."
"Oh, thank you so much!" The female exclaimed. Her voice sent tingles racing down Macbeth's spine; he'd heard it before. He knew he had, except that was impossible.
"No thanks." The male countered his partner's exclamation. "We don't need any help."
"But, Damon-" Her familiar voice tried to counter him, but he grabbed onto her arm, and from what they could see in the darkness, rather roughly.
"We don't need their help." He said sternly. "Let's go."
The male turned them both around and started to head in the other direction, but Macbeth couldn't possibly just let them go after hearing that voice. He had to see, he had to know; if it really was her, he couldn't let her get away from him.
"Wait!" He called, prompting both of the unidentified mages to look back over their shoulder at them. He jogged towards them, summoning a ball of magic in his hand for light.
"I told you, we don't need your help-" The male started, but Macbeth wasn't paying him any attention. Every fraction of his focus was on the girl standing next to him. He couldn't believe his eyes, and he was tempted to reach over and pass his hand through her, just to see if she was really there.
She seemed to recognize him at the same time he recognized her. Her breath audibly caught in her throat and she pulled away from the male's grip to take a step forward. In the dim light of his magic, he could easily make out the mesmerizing blue-green eyes, and the short, choppy chestnut colored hair. There was no mistaking it; it was her.
"Alsie?" He breathed.
"Macbeth!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. Macbeth wanted to cry; for ten years, he had believed her to be dead. And now here she was, standing right in front of him.
"Do you know her?" Jellal asked from behind him. Alsie pulled away from the embrace and stood in front of him with that familiar bright smile plastered across her face.
"Of course we know each other!" She said. "Back in the Tower of Heaven, Macbeth and I used to be in the same cell."
Jellal made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat. While the reaction made sense to Macbeth and Erik, it seemed to confuse Alsie and her companion. Macbeth ignored them for the time being, resisting the urge to reach out and run his fingers through her hair, the way she used to do with him. "I-" He swallowed back the lump in his throat. "I thought you were dead." He admitted.
"Me too." She replied. "After you left, things only got worse, and when I finally got out of there, the first thing I did was look for you. But nobody knew anything, so I just assumed you were dead."
"Alsie, let's go." Her male companion cut into their short-lived reunion, his voice wavering somewhere between impatience and anger.
"Damon, we should go with them." She said, turning back to face him. "It will make things so much easier if we were traveling with more numbers."
He was silent for a whole minute before finally giving in with a huff. "Fine." Immediately, Alsie let out a small squeal of happiness, going over to hug him around the waist, since he was at least three heads taller than her. Alsie had always been extremely short, much to her chagrin.
"Thank you!" She exclaimed. He grumbled something in reply as she let go of him, giving Macbeth another one of her signature bright smiles.
"If you're going to be joining us," Jellal said. "Then we should introduce ourselves. This is Erik, you've clearly already met Macbeth, and my name is...Jellal."
"Je...llal?" Alsie's smile faded, and she took a step back. "As in-"
"Yes, I'm the same Jellal from the Tower of Heaven, but things have changed." He assured her. "I promise I won't do anything I would have back then."
Alsie faced Macbeth, her eyes asking the burning question of whether or not she could trust his words. Macbeth gave a nod, assuring her that it was okay to trust Jellal. Immediately, she perked back up with a smile.
"Well, I'm happy for you." She said. "My name is Alsie."
"And I'm Damon." Her companion finished, stepping up and throwing his arm over her shoulder. "Her boyfriend."
And just like that, all the joy at finding her crumbled and fell away in a single and fell away in a single instant.
Very quickly, I want to give a thank you to RenInWonderlandd for the review! It was what made me want to write this, so the chapter is up now instead of later because of you! You're welcome, and thanks again for the nice review. Reviews always inspire me to write, so you know what to do if you want and update! Review, review, review!
