The Children of Fairy Tail
Chapter 4: The Prophesy
Previously
I'm tired of this lying. I'm tired of this damned, stupid thing where people think it's noble to lie, when the truth is really that they can't admit that they just won't bring themselves to be honest.
I tell her she has to talk about it. I'll tell her no one means any harm, but I won't believe it, and she won't believe me. Why? Because we all mean each other harm, but we'll never admit it. Not until someone really, truly cares.
Disclaimer: Well…..I think I don't own Fairy Tail…I think…jk ;)
Author's Note:
Still a little suspense going on…:P One more chapter and we'll transition into Part 2! Yay. :)
Oh, and I'm reallysorry about the wait. I let some very forgetful (aherm) person borrow my laptop, so I didn't have access to the doc I was working on… But it doesn't matter, cuz now I do! XD
Edit: UGH! Now it's gone AGAIN! Damn it. Well, I have limited access to the internet, so it might take a while to write this, (AND I'll be gone on vacation for the week), but I've at least got the doc. (Sigh)
Oh. That's just great. No internet. WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO? Ugh... You guys might not care, but I hate it when I update late... So thanks for being so darn understanding. :D
Oh, yeah. And Neil is soooo adorable! (If I do say so myself. XD 3
Wow. That is the most scatter-brained author's note I have ever seen.
Part One: The Choice
Chapter 4: The Prophesy
Leila
I stared at the piece of paper, uncomprehending. What did it mean? This message… and this feeling, deep in my chest? Was it… hope? Perhaps it was the hope that I had forgotten to feel for a very, very long time.
Neil
I had a lot to think about. She'd given me a lot to think about.
More than anything in the world… Something I would never, ever, ever admit out loud…
I liked her. I mean, more than like, I mean, crazy, I mean insanely….
Oh, God.
I don't even have the guts to think it.
I. Like—
No, don't say it like that. Just spit the whole thing out, dammit!
But I can't.
Why?
I don't know!
"Agh!" I yelled out loud, tearing my hands through my hair. It was a nice day, if I wasn't thinking about that while sitting on my bed and looking out the window.
This was… soconfusing. Well…. Not confusing, just… Oh, I don't know!
Which is why I had to think about it. Had to think about stuff that didn't make any sense on such a day where there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Well, except for that one peeking from the very corner of the window, which also (you'd never guess this, eh?) looked a lot like Leila's face.
I rubbed my temple. My head hurt.
Finally, I gave up, rested my chin on my hand, elbow resting on my knee resting on the edge of my bed, (which is not as awkward as it sounds), and groaned.
~Flashback~
"You know what?" she demanded hotly, "I have a question."
"What is it?"
She pulled out a slip of paper, asking venomously, "Did you know about this?"
I gasped. "Is that…?"
She studied my face. "Is that what?"
It was a… poem. But it wasn't just any poem, it was a prophesy. Prophesies held hidden magic, which only the fated persons written within could discover. I caught only a few words, but they were enough.
Wielder of fire spirits… Child of fire and spirit…
It was talking about her.
~End Flashback~
The truth was, I had never even seen that prophesy before. But man, did I wish I had. It was probably a quest that had been chosen for Leila before she was ever born.
Leila didn't believe it. She whisked the paper away before I could snatch it, and… well, let's just say that was the end of the discussion….
Mostly because I was really sore…
But I just couldn't help wondering about it. There had to be something upsetting in that prophesy, or she wouldn't be acting like this.
Would she? She was really upset….
I remembered thinking that maybe I could help her. I remembered her finally give in and agree to talk to me. I remembered when she'd managed to shoo me out by calling me a pervert…. What did she even call me that for? Getting sidetracked, but whatever….
A dark thought passed through my mind, silent as a snake, but my immediate internal reaction was as loud as a herd of elephants: NO!
"Think of something else…" I murmured, trying to get the not-so-clean image out of my head. "Anything else…"
Agh! Leila's right… I really am a pervert….
Shut the hell up! I told myself. You can't think like that!
Calm down. Breathe. Okay, back to business.
I have see it. I have to see that prophesy.
So I went to Leila's house. Even if it meant stealing the prophesy, I still had to find out what was in it.
If I knew what awaited me there, I would have gone ten times faster.
Her house. Her bedroom. Her desk. The prophesy. Her. She—
Something was wrong.
Her bed wasn't made. Her room was a disaster. Her closet was so filled with clothes that the door wouldn't close. Her dresser was so filled with anything but clothes that the drawers were inches from closing. Her bookshelf was cluttered with books she never read. Her desk was the only thing that looked organized. But what was I doing? Nothing was different.
No, that's a lie. To me, the difference was obvious.
It was the atmosphere.
She's not quiet. She has a presence that I can sense, an aura that only follows wherever she is.
It's gone. She's not here.
Damn it! Then where is she?
I stood there, letting the silence scream like a drunken, crazed banshee, letting the wind roar in my ears like the whisper of a thousand wings.
Then I felt something as subtle as a shadow extending darkness across the earth; ever so slowly, an ugly, gnarled hand covered my soul, in the essence and form of a feeling.
It was panic.
I almost didn't notice the Paper. At the moment, I felt worried and empty. I was shocked, and filled with panic. Because it didn't make sense.
"Damn it!"
Variations of the phrase where is she resounded in my head, like the great, huge Grand Organ playing in a church. Then I saw it, on top of that disorientingly – organized desk.
The Prophesy.
I didn't forget the urgency which gnawed at the edge of my mind, but I was distracted. This would probably be my only chance to see it. Leila probably wouldn't even let me look at it.
I began to read.
Those of you who dare lay eyes upon the fate of those whose own fate does not thus intertwine, be warned,
And for those who do, likewise.
For this scroll sets before mankind the secrets of souls, and exposes the tale of lies.
Dear children of Fairy Tail, beware,
For this is your story; your fate.
Here unfolds the tale which tells of eternal sleep, of death, and loss.
Here tells the story of hurt, of pain, strife, and love.
Dear children of Fairy Tail, your fate may not be kind, but knowledge is only valuable if you are willing to accept it,
And clarity is interpreted by teller, and not that of the beholder.
For the generation before your time has disappeared,
And the child of fire and spirit shall be the first to join them.
It was then that it clicked: I knew where she was.
Author's Note:
Not saying anything else, although dogammit it's TEMPING. DX
Next chapter is the last one! :D
…
Just kidding!
It is the last chapter for Part 1, though. :)
And no, the prophesy isn't over yet. ;)
Preview
Next on the Children of Fairy Tail...
Chapter 5: Shadows of Light
The shadows became more defined. Instead of a world of mostly light and a few shadows, I was looking at a world full of darkness with shadows of light.