A few months had passed since Iris had heard her name on the TV; it hadn't seemed real until people that normally would just walk past her on the streets stopped to wish her luck. After all the excitement had passed she had looked for someone to train her, it was probably one of the hardest things she had to do, specially since very few people in Canale were wizards and even they didn't understand her magic.
Three months ago
"Hi, you must be Makarov." Iris approached a man in his late eighties, he wore a long topcoat and tight black pants he was very short Iris noticed. Iris had been told, by her sweet, elderly boss to come here, she had spoken of him very kindly saying that he used to be a great Wizard, but had retired due to his old age. "My name is Iris I was told that you're a retired wizard, and that you could possibly teach me to be able to control my magic."
The man glanced up at Iris with annoyed face. "Huh." He sighed heavily, he seemed to dislike the fact that she was in his presence. He starred at her with an annoyed expression. "You must be the girl who was picked to fight in the tournaments, well I gotta be honest with you I don't teach weak wizard wannabes, so a little pretty girl like you, might want to find someone that is a little more you know soft and mushy." The man turned around and started to pretend that she wasn't there. What did he just call me, Iris thought. Iris was furious; he didn't even know her and he had the animosity to call her weak.
"I don't know who you think you are to judge someone you've never even met, but let me just tell you this, I know several 'little pretty things' that could beat your old, incompetent, egotistic butt down to a better size, and one of them is my ten year old little sister." Iris was shocked my her own words she wasn't usually this rude but she was already in a bad mood since her search had just came to an end with her last possible magic teacher, and this man was being a jerk. "I'm sorry, I've just been so angry, I've looked everywhere but I just can't manage to find a teacher, if you don't want to teach me then I'll just be on my way." Iris began to leave, but stopped when she heard the man speak.
"Wait." He paused and faced her "I like your spirit!" The old man said with a wide grin.
That was how Iris found her magic teacher, she remembered how rude she had been to him as she watched the trees go by out of the train window. He didn't even mind he really was a great man, Iris had trained with him for three months and improved tremendously, she learned to magnify her magic and a few new tricks that he had said she was ready for. Makarov had also taught her how to fight with and without magic, hours upon hours straight, of hand-to-hand combat it was tough and painful, but it got her in shape as she knew that it would pay off in her fights. Iris grazed her finger over a bruise that still remained on her arm, Iris had tried a new spell that was to powerful and she had fainted on the hard concrete leaving a gigantic bruise across her forearm where she had tried to block her fall. She hadn't tried it again as it seemed to be out of her range of power. Iris remembered when Makarov had first observed her abilities.
"Alright if you want me to train you then I'll have to see what I am working with, show me what you can do." Makarov rolled up his sleeves and stood there patiently.
"You want me to fight you? I can't-" Iris began.
"I might be old, but I am not useless."
Iris didn't respond she really didn't want to fight someone so small and old, but if he wanted her to she would. Iris brought her hands out in front of her, as she concentrated, she felt the tingling of energy as it flowed through her body. With a quick move Iris rubbed her hands past each other sending a volt of electricity through the air, it went straight for Makarov and then deflected off of him like light on a mirror, he smiled.
"Your gonna have to do better than that if you want to beat me, you know my grand son used Lightning Magic." Iris couldn't help but smirk at this statement he didn't know what magic she used. Iris looked at the light in the room it had dimmed she also noticed a glass of water that was on a desk across the room.
Iris ran toward him moving her hands in the same motion as before, Makarov prepared to deflect it like her last attack, but as soon as she was in range Iris switched her stance and he was soaked with water. She took this opportunity while Makarov was distracted to send a shock through his body as she brought her palm down on his shoulder. He was surprised at first by Iris's water attack but not by the one following.
"I was wrong you are a magic median, very rare, but you haven't even begun to tap your power's potential. Lucky for you I knew a man with your same abilities he was extremely powerful I fought him once and I can vouch for his abilities, I'll teach you what I know, and a little more some. I do have a request though you don't tell anyone about me, for as much as everybody is concerned I don't exist." Iris thought about his strange request, why didn't he want people to know of him, isn't it the opposite. If you taught someone something then wouldn't you want the world to know of your work?
"Deal, but what is a magic median?" Iris asked curious of the word used to describe her magic.
"Well a magic median is a source of power and bending for certain people, you can manipulate elements that are near you and use them to assist you in battle. Your power is controlled by emotion, the more you feel the more power you unleash. With your magic you have to understand the danger, as your emotions build up, anger, revenge, sadness your power increases also. Without the proper training your power could get out off control and end in destruction or even death." Iris cringed at the thought of hurting someone, especially someone she cared about.
"Median magic is an ancient magic, it is hard to learn and use very few people know how to use it or understand what is really is. Your powers are even more rare because you were born with them unlike most who are brought to their breaking point and acquire them. With the right training you can be an extremely powerful wizard, but the training process is painful and very difficult. Do you want to learn how to use your powers?" Makarov looked very serious as he waited for an answer.
"Yes I do, more than anything in the world, I would be honored if you could teach me Senpai." Iris bowed her head.
Makarov crossed the room and stood in front of a giant oak bookshelf. He climbed a nearby ladder and pulled out two gigantic books. "Your training will start as soon as you can recite every single word in this book for memory." He said, as he dropped the heavy book into Iris's arms. "The titles in Latin 'Antiqua Autem Inflectantur'. This book has everything you need to know about your magic, there are still many spells that you need to learn."
"Its written in ancient Latin-" Iris stated. As soon as she said this Makarov handed her a pair of bright red glasses.
"These are magic glasses they will allow you to decipher the language, also give this to that sister of yours, she will need it to help her learn her magic."
"Hazel can't do magic." Iris questioned.
"Maybe but give it to her anyway." And with that last sentence Iris went home eager to finish the book and start training.
"Iris look!" Hazel exclaimed from the seat across from her. Iris looked over to where she was pointing to see the kingdom. It was magnificent, great walls of white stone spread across the city of small village houses, great hills and the towering castle with its gothic architecture.
"Its beautiful." Iris said as they approached.
"Imagine living here!" Chess eyes were wide as he looked over the city.
When the train came to a stop they all jumped out.
"We have to go check into the hotel before we do any sightseeing, now where is the hotel?" Iris spoke to no one in particular as she traced her finger over a small paper map Hazel had found on the ground. "So if we are here then we have to follow this green line, ok seems easy enough, are you guys-" When Iris looked up both of the kids were gone.
"You've got to be kidding me, Chess?! Hazel?!" Iris walked through the train station but there wasn't a sign of either of her siblings. She ventured out into the city asking people if they saw two children.
"I'm sorry to bother you mam, but have you seen two kids a little girl with blond hair big blue eyes and a boy with brown hair." Iris asked an older woman.
"Oh yes why I have, there were two children running about, I think I saw them go towards that fountain over there."
Iris ran over to the fountain and looked around, her heart stopped when she saw Chess, and Hazel standing near a bench, then she noticed that they were talking to man, he was tall with golden blond hair, he didn't look creepy but still, Iris hurried over.
"Chess, Hazel why did you run off?" Iris kneeled down to face the two children.
"Sorry sis we thought you were behind us but when we turned around you weren't there, so we asked for directions." Hazel said apologetically.
"You don't go around asking strangers for direction, for all you know he could've been a pedophile or something." When Iris stood up the man was still standing there, he was about her age.
"I'm not a pedophile." The man said. He was actually quite handsome, his bright, grey eyes starred at Iris with astonishment. Iris laughed.
"I'm sorry I didn't think you heard that, thank you for trying to help them." Iris wiped away a tear from laughing.
"No problem I guess, I really didn't help." A smile spread across his face showing his pearly white teeth.
"Well thanks for not being a pedophile." Iris joked. She grabbed Hazel and Chess's shoulders and pushed them forward. "It was nice meeting you." Iris said as she started toward the hotel.
The man stood there and watched as the girl left, she was really pretty he thought as he made his way toward a group of guys.
"Damien, who was that girl you were flirting with." A guy with red hair said, the black highlights spiking out in all areas of his head.
"Directions." Damien said avoiding the subject.
"Well she was hot, you should have got her number." The group of four guys now joined into the conversation.
"Drazo, I didn't even know her name I'm not going to ask her for her number."
"Another girl." The one with purple hair asked with a smug expression.
"Shut up Elijah." Damien knew he wouldn't, but it was still fun to say, in response Elijah ruffled Damien's golden hair.
"My little boy is growing up so fast." Elijah turned his head and put his hand up to his chest.
"Were the same age you moron!" Damien said angrily, Elijah smiled.
"Hey master probably wants us back." The other boy said, he was different from the others; he was more mature and serious. His appearance was also different, he had longish black hair and was tan.
"Lets go back to Fairy Tail then." Drazo said as everybody began to walk back to their guild.
"We finally made it good thing to because it's getting dark." Hazel said as they walked into the hotel.
"I'm hungry." Chess held his stomach.
"Lets check in first and then we can get a bite to eat." At this statement both kids got excited, they almost never when out to eat.
"Hi, my name is Iris Blacksteam we have reservations." Iris said politely to the woman at the desk.
"Let me just check, oh yes." She grabbed a set of keys off the hook and handed it to Iris. "Here you are, your room number is '102' please enjoy!" Iris, Chess, and Hazel took the elevator up to floor three and found their room. She slid the key into the lock and twisted in result the door clicked and then opened. The room was spacious, there were two cushiony beds a dining table and a closet bathroom. Chess found a mini fridge filled with goodies, while Hazel plopped on the bed. Iris put the bags down, and starred in amazement, it was nicest place they had ever stayed. After a few minutes of relaxation they began to get ready to go get food. Iris French braided Hazel's hair, making it look super cute with a few blue flowers that she had found on the way to their hotel. Hazel wore a blue dress with ruffled sleeves, the dress matched her greenish blue eyes. Iris wore black leggings with a pair of old white converse, and an oversized sweater, her hair fell in big loose curls at the ends as it always did. Chess lazily put on a white T-shirt along with black shorts. As Iris rummaged through her small bag she found a white envelope. Iris sat on the bed and opened it up and read.
Dear Iris,
I am wishing you luck from Canale, I thought you this might give you a special charm for your fight tomorrow.
An old yellow piece of paper was folded up in the envelope tied up with a piece of string. Iris unfolded the paper.
Dear my sweet darling,
If you are reading this then you have met Makarov, I gave him this letter to give to you when he thought you would need it the most. I am so sorry for leaving you I know how much it will hurt. Iris I love you so much! I love all of you so much! I don't want you, Chess, Hazel to remember me this weak and ill, instead remember the times when we laughed, remember the times we had fun, cherish those memories for that is all I can give you, memories.
Iris's eyes began to water, a tear rolled off her cheek and landed on the letter.
I have left you each a present but don't give Chess and Hazel theirs until they are old enough. I know you'll try to find your father, just know that he is a great man, and will love all of you so much! Please take care of our family the best you can. I am so sorry that this burden is put upon your shoulders for you to carry alone, but one day I hope you can find the life you deserve. I can't even tell you how sorry I am. I can't express how much I love you, please know that I will watch over you and protect you in every way possible. There is just not enough time to tell you everything you need to know, everything I still need to teach you. There is only enough left for me to say goodbye, for hope we will all meet together again in heaven. Goodbye Iris, my beautiful darling, I will love you forever.
With love,
Lucy Heartfillia.
Chess and Hazel were arguing about something, and didn't notice Iris as she read the paper. A proper goodbye, Iris thought. It was just like her mother to write something so beautiful, and heartfelt. Iris waited until the tears stopped flowing and then dried the remaining ones with her sleeve. She reached further into the bag to find a necklace; it was a sterling silver necklace with a two-carat diamond in the center. Iris wondered why her sentimental mother would give her something so expensive and meaningless, until she saw a piece of paper attached.
~ This talisman allows the wearer to obtain the seventh sense. During the seventh sense, everything around you slows down. This gives you the ability to look around and choose the best move to block or hit your opponent. This way I can protect you when I am not there, use your gift wisely ~
The handwriting was Iris's mothers, she could tell by the neat cursive.
"Hey Iris you ready yet." Chess said impatiently.
"Yes." Iris said hooking her necklace on. "I'm ready."
They walked out of the building and looked around for a place to eat. They found a local bar and Iris ordered two burgers, a salad and some water. Iris didn't really want to eat something healthy, but Makarov had her on a diet so she would be ready to fight.
"This is so good!" Chess said enthusiastically, as he scarfed the burger down with one bite. Hazel took small bites until there was nothing left.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" The waiter asked.
"Do you guys want dessert?" Iris asked the kids. She was trying to give them the best time she could, the trip was like a vacation for them.
"Yes please!" They both cheered. As the kids ate their dessert Iris looked around the room, several guys were starring at her. Iris had been told my many people that she was pretty, but she never really cared about looks, her mother was beautiful she knew that, but she never thought of herself that way. Specially, since she was taught as a little girl that beauty wasn't everything it wasn't you that was pretty it was your soul that was either ugly or beautiful. Iris liked to imagine people's souls when she met them what would it look like? Would it be ugly or beautiful, dark or light, good or evil? Iris imagining a soul more than judging somebody by his or her appearance, it was just so much more fun.