Welcome to chapter 7! Things are starting to show signs of darkening as the leader of the moon wolf guild is surfaced.
The next few days were pretty exciting ones, Lucy had gotten the news from her doctor that she could have her bandages removed. Once Levy had come back from her mission, she had come with Lucy to the doctors home to have them off. The stitches could also be removed, the scarring now were a very deep pink colour, and only slightly tender to the touch, which the doctor was pleased with.
Lucy apparently still needed her crutches for another week, but he was delighted that she could walk small amounts without them. He called her a fast healer, also that she was extremely happy that the scars weren't deeper. Operations would have had to follow those types of injuries. He gave her some ointments to use for the scars, so that they at least lost some of their vibrancy. Lucy thanked him, and with Levy they went to the guild, where their second piece of exciting news came from.
Magnolia was holding an annual Halloween Party, this year the town was allowing Fairy Tail to host the parade that would go through the entire town and celebrate the occasion. Lucy was so excited that she instantly applied to paint some of the festival boats. Makarov was pleased to see her so excited about it, giving her good shoulder a pat. The Guild master had always enjoyed seeing the happy faces of his children around the guild hall, happy to see the most contagious one being back on the scene made it a lot better.
Makarov went on to tell everyone that Fairy Tail will hold a party within the guild on the same night as the festival. It will involve party games, alcohol, food and fun. Sort of like a well done to them all working so hard on getting the festival done and dusted. That was the third piece of good news to Lucy's ears that day. Levy grinned and asked, "So like a slumber party without the sleeping in the same place?"
"Exactly like that," Makarov smiled cheerfully.
Jet and Droy then both jumped in, Jet starting the conversation that everyone could hear. "If you want a slumber party, Levy I could spend the night with you."
"Yeah, or you could come with me!" Droy pitched in.
Levy rolled her eyes, "Not a chance, guys."
The boys looked disheartened, but were distracted by Makarov also including the annual Fairy Tail picnic at South Gate Park. Which will be celebrated in two weeks time, the event would be full of food and fair games. Everyone seemed somewhat excited by it, some more than others. Gajeel rolled his eyes, making a grumbling comment saying that it was a stupid idea of a picnic. Levy blushed and asked if he wasn't coming. He raised a brow at her, "Never said I wasn't." He even gave a very small smile to the blue haired mage.
Makarov grinned to his guild, "This year, we have two new mages to help us prepare for the picnic and festival. The Purple Angels, Kiarely and Zachary have proven themselves by taking the job for protecting the North of Livix's walls, a six day ride away."
Lucy gasped, "For how long?" She asked.
"They will finish their job in a couple of more days, and come back in another six after that. Livix is a dangerous place, I commend them for doing it." Makarov said proudly.
Lucy sighed in relief, then remembered something, "Where Luca!?"
Makarov chuckled, "Living with Mirajane for the time being, he's been a very helpful fellow in the guild while...well you've been away."
Lucy sighed deeply, "He's okay..."
Mirajane chuckled, "Of course, you're his godmother. I'll take you to see him, if you'd like?"
Lucy nodded, "Thank you, Mira."
Makarov did a short nod, then went on to conclude that the next meeting he would have with all of them they would talk about the New Years Picnic. They would need to talk about fireworks and so on at that time. After that, Makarov said that they could go and do as they please. Lucy walked to Mirajane, joined by Lisanna they all walked to Mirajane's home.
Mirajane's home was small but comfortable, a small kitchen, a small bathroom, and two rooms that could fit a double bed and some draws within it. Whilst staying with Mirajane, Lisanna had been sharing with her big sister. Lucy frowned a little, thinking in her head that maybe she should look after her godson for a while.
Luca was playing with a puzzle, almost finished the whole thing and thinking hard to himself. It wasn't until Lucy spoke that he realised that people were there, he ran into Lucy's arms, she hugged him tight. "Miss Wucy, why did you go away for so long?"
Lucy smiled to herself, "I was being treated for warrior wounds, Luca."
Luca looked at her amazed, and then excitedly asked to see her wounds. She showed him the scars on her calf and arm. He traced them very soothingly, muttering how they looked like lightning bolts, then proclaiming that Lucy was a lightning warrior of the Celestial world. Mira and Lisanna laughed, Lucy hugged him again. She'd missed him, remembering what it was like when she had to leave her home town. Leaving him behind, back when he was there.
She remembered how he had kicked and screamed, saying that he didn't want Lucy to go. Since Lucy had come to Kiarely's home the day before she left, the purple haired twins and their bright white haired mother and their little son were the only one's who knew. Lucy smiled, Katherine was a lovely woman. She had hugged Lucy goodbye that day, saying that she was a strong minded woman. Katherine had always had faith in the young mage, always foretelling her that one day her Lion heart would prevail to overcome the darkness of evil.
Lucy knew that only recently had Katherine passed away as well, her pretty face that was identical to her twin children's was always coming back and forth to her. She had written to Katherine many times, she always got a pressed flower back, nothing else. A message apparently that meant that Lucy had to do her research. After all, Katherine was a florist, flowers had meaning, and each time, she hid a message within her flowers. Which Lucy always respected enough to find out what she wanted to say.
Being pulled back into reality by Luca poking her, Lucy was instructed to help Luca finish his puzzle. Mira made him some supper, Lucy said that she wasn't too hungry. Instead she vouched for some fruit and tea. After Luca had finished his puzzle, he and Lucy with Mirajane by their side when for a walk through South Gate Park. The day was cool but sunny, and the leaves on most trees were floating in the breeze.
Luca laughed happily, running around and trying to catch as many leaves as possible. Making Mira do it as well, Lucy had to count the leaves in the end to find out who the winner was. Mira won by two leaves, which made Luca want a rematch. Mira chuckled, looking a little tired, she still went and collected more leaves, this time she allowed Luca to win. Meaning the seven year old was happy, and then they decided to go home.
Outside her house, Lucy asked Mira to talk. Luca was told to go upstairs for some dinner so that they were alone. Lucy sighed, "Thank you Mira, for looking after him, I know he can be a bit of a handful."
"All seven year olds are," Mira said soundly. "But I don't mind, honestly. He's been pretty helpful around the guild. Cleaning, and helping the guys with puzzles to keep them entertained. He's been a cute addition to Fairy Tail."
Lucy smiled happily, "That's really great."
"But?" Mira smiled back, knowingly.
Lucy sighed again, this time a little heavier. "I think I should take responsibility for Luca, he is my godchild, and I can walk now. A week more, I don't need my crutches. Maybe I could just take him to my home tomorrow, I mean, if that's okay with you?"
Mira chuckled, "You're his godmother, Lucy!" She hugged her, "I'm happy you're okay, and I'm sure Luca would love to get to know you again."
"You don't feel like I am pushing you out of a job?" Lucy asked reprehensibly.
Mira giggled, "No, of course not. I was honestly looking after him until either his mother came uncle came back, or you got well enough to take over. As much as I have fallen for that little boys charms, I don't think I'm ready to be a mother for real yet." She looked up at her home, "besides, I'm already a mother to so many at the guild, my soul and mind."
Lucy smiled at her friend, she sighed realising how late it was getting. "I'll see you tomorrow then, Mira."
Mira nodded, "I'll bring him by the guild in the morning, you can take him home after you finish up there."
Lucy felt extremely overwhelmed. The young mage was going to be able to look after her godson for the first time in over a year. She will be able to cuddle him, read to him, make him cookies, go for walks. She was excited for it, she had craved it for sometime now.
As she walked home on her usual route, she decided to try her walk on the slightly elevated path. The boat men called for her to be careful, but she knew she had total control. She felt her leg working again, it was growing muscle once more. She was waiting for it to be fully healed so she and Luca could run about Magnolia all day. She was happier now than she had been for the past few weeks, which was probably the biggest sigh of relief on her part. She was starting to lose a lot of hope till today, it was lucky that thing that it had started so well from the moment she'd stepped foot in that doctors office. Hope was refilling her life, she was waiting for the outcome.
That night, over a cup of tea, the young mage wrote some of her novel. Writing a letter to her mother, explaining happily about seeing her friends again, that she was also healing to her best advantage, and that Luca was coming to stay with her. She felt sleepy around nine at night, finally changing into some clothes with much more ease than before. She then brushed her hair throughly before snuggling into bed and slowly falling asleep with dreams that made the young mage smile.
Over a long stretch of water, and an even longer stretch of sandy beaches, laid a camp site. The camp site was large, ranging over a couple of miles around the jungle that circulated the island the camp site was on. Hundreds of men and woman were stationed there, they were drinking amongst themselves, talking by the large campfire. The individuals wore armor made of black iron, the rarest of iron in all the world. The black iron wearers also all had guild marks somewhere on their person, a mark that was the shape of a wolf on top of a moon.
The guild were a miserable looking pair, mean faced and occasionally within the hundreds you could hear arguments starting. The differences between their souls and the Fairy Tail Guilds souls were very viewable. These people had everything to fight for, power was all they needed. It was greed that fueled them, their souls dark by the pasts that led them to the guild to begin with.
Several guards circulated the guilds temporary camp site, they were some the strongest of the guild, showing no signs of letting anyone who was proved to be an outsider, inside. They wore Black Iron armor, and tunics that were as black as coal. The tunics were blessed, as they had magic circles sewn onto them. Fire, ice and spiritual magic circles, enough power to stop most mages that dared to cross their paths. This type of magic was usually forbade, as without the tunics the guards wouldn't have those magical gifts. It was magical trickery, which to the magic council wasn't allowed. If anyone could withheld these gifts, then they were in more danger than ever.
The rest of the guards were within the circle outside the base camp, in the main tent in a meeting with the council members of the Moon Wolf Guild. They all wore hooded tunics, all with powerful spells on them. Their armor was a stronger equipped metal, even stronger than Black Iron. It wasn't as rare, but it was sure strong. The metal was unnamable. Its strength was too high and mighty to be named any name that may be too weak for it. People were scared that if the gods heard that anyone named this metal a weak name, that the person who'd name it would die.
The armor had a blue shine to it, and was the only colour within the tent of the council members. Black sheets were all around it, the blue from the metal was almost welcomed.
The fire glowed and flickered in the middle of the council circle, the main in all black with a golden trimmed tunic's head was bowed towards it. All council members waited patiently for his prayers to be finished to the Goddess, Caine. The Wolf of strength and war. Caine was said to be purely a wolf, the same height as a six foot man, eyes as red as the rare blood river, and her teeth were as sharp as the pointiest blade possible. The wolf was said to be able to talk to her followers, sharing her knowledge on the battle field if she favoured their win. She also was a Goddess who would show herself to anyone who she wished to be their apprentice. The lead council member who was praying, was this said apprentice. Everyone followed him for the chance to be in the strength radar of Caine.
The leaders prayers were long, every night he did the same thing, pray every little hope to the Goddess, hoping she would deeply satisfy his hunger for power. To be the man of the world, the man's name that everyone's voices would shudder to speak. He wanted that more than anything in the world. He never lost hope, even if they lost a few members on the way, he would always make it up to his people in his recognizable power. He was a lightning mage, one of the best. He could also use Alchemy, which he only used to the most powerful of opponents.
One of the guards in the blue shined armor was called Sven, his eyes were kept on his master as he prayed. Sven's skin was almost as black as the sheets around the room, and his eyes were as amber as the flames in front of him. People feared him, he was the private guard of their leader. The strongest man apart from the master in the guild, his magic was feared across the guild and soon the world.
Sven was patient as the leader finally finished his prayers, looking up from the flames to his second. "Sven, bring the daily news to the council, if you please."
"Yes, sir." Sven mumbled, he got the scroll from his breastplate, unrolling it and reading it out loud to the other council members. "As of today, the leaders daughter is with us. She will need round the clock protection, as she is a mute, her power is the only natural way she can communicate. Letting her touch your face is the only way she can use her power at this moment, due to her age, her magic isn't as powerful as it will be in the future."
The council listened, one member raised his hand. Sven nodded to him, he spoke. "May I pray-tell, what her mother thinks of her being here?"
Sven looked to the leader, who nodded, Sven answered. "The wench has nothing to do with her, the leader took her from the mother for her own protection, she is the reason of the son's illness after all. Since the son is now weak and cannot be used, the daughter of our leader is our only hope."
"What if she comes after her?" The same member queried.
Sven grumbled, "The leader has told me if she indeed comes to collect her daughter, then she shall be killed, no question about it. You see her, shoot her, kill her any way you wish. She is nothing more than a spec of dirt in the plan ahead."
There was a silence in the tent for a while. The leader chuckled to himself, everyone looked to him in speculation. They waited for his moment of private humour to subside before one member asked him to share his joke, if it weren't too private. The leader looked up, his mouth was the only thing visible of his face.
"The wench mother is not necessarily useless, she is proving her worth right now. She is getting what I want, she is risking everything for her daughter. That in itself is commendable of course, but the stupidity of the wench will soon show herself to the God of Death soon enough." The leader cleared his gasping throat, his voice sounded like a dark hiss. "She believes of course she will win, when in reality, I cannot just give up, my daughter at all. She is a strong item to my plan, an object of immortal bonding."
Sven nodded, "The wench will never again lay a hand on the prized possession that is your daughter, sir."
The leader bowed his head again, "Indeed, but she is not the prized possession I have in mind." He chuckled, "My Princess is that prize, a prize that should be easy enough to withhold." He looked up again, "But nether the less, we must plan, she is a strong little wizard herself. After all, she almost tore my voice-box out when she was only eleven years old." He chuckled, "Such strength that I cannot wait to savour when inside of her for an eternity of our immortality!" He laughed out loud, the council looking to him, some worried, some happy to see his power flowing.
Another council member nodded, "Yes, she is a strong wizard. A wizard with such increasing strength. I saw it for myself on the Kiba-Lain path, between Eroslee. Such strength, such power that is only good for our master and nothing more."
"It is the way, it is the prophecy!" Another said, praising his leader forcefully.
The leader grinned, "Ah, I can almost not wait to see her. I almost feel like sending everyone to get her right now. How interesting that would be. Then again, I will not. My plan is smooth, no faults within it. I can wait another few months for my Princess to come home to me."
Sven hated to ask, but he looked to his master and asked it anyway. "What if those friends of hers try to stop you, or if she refuses?"
The leader growled, "Then I will kill all of her friends, she will have no one to stay behind for. I will not stop till she is in my grasp!" He yelled, "and if anyone fails me, even you Sven, I will kill you and not stop to let you beg me not too."
Sven looked to the floor, "Yes, sir. Understandable, sir."
A council member that hadn't spoken yet, piped up a little. "May I suggest a plan of movement to the council?"
Sven looked to the still chuckling leader, "Yes, you may Iga."
The female council member smiled from under her hood, her odd dark sense of beauty radiated the room. She had gold eyes, white hair, and the palest of skin. Her eyes were circled with black makeup, and her lips were stained with blood red lipstick. She spoke in a tone of power, a tone that no one could truly trust, but they did anyway. "I suggest that we send people to spy on the little 'Princess'. If she is indeed the prize possession of our beloved leader, then we need to know where she is at all times."
The leader hummed in approval, "Yes, do that Iga. You shall give three of your men to follow her, call for Erving, Kibley and Caleb." He chuckled, "I suppose they shall do."
Iga nodded, "Yes, sir."
The leader suddenly said to the council members, "Call for my daughter, I wish to see her face. You may other wise leave, apart from you Sven."
Lloyd nodded, a council member with gold hair and silver eyes. "I will get her."
The leader waited till everyone left, he chuckled lightly. "So close, I can almost smell her beautiful scent!"
Sven nodded, "She will make a beautiful Queen beside yourself, my future King." He then added, "Your children will be even more powerful than the several you already have, like Iga."
The leader laughed, "Iga only wishes she is as strong as my little Elanie." He looked to Sven, "Tell me, has she said anything to the guards? Does she need anything?"
"No, she said she needs nothing from us. She just wishes for her mother."
The leader growled, "I wish she wouldn't ask for such mundane things." He sighed, "My son, oh how I wish he was as strong as her. Boys are so much easier to manipulate." He chuckled again, his voice hissing. "At least, my son would have been."
"I'm sure Luca could show some use, still after his diagnosis." Sven said helpfully.
The leader rolled his eyes, "He's disabled and a kind hearted pest! How could he possibly show use!?"
Sven thought for a moment, "I hear he has shown strength on his travels with his mother, she sent letters to you that you wished for me to personally reply too. He shows great signs of his Alchemy, of his Lightning usages alongside other electricity type magic. I'm sure he could help, somehow."
The leader sighed in defeat, "I will think about sparing him, though I regret the idea of even doing that."
"Sir," Lloyd's voice caught their attention. "I give you, your daughter, Elanie."
Elanie stood as any three year old would, her eyes the same crystal blue as her mothers. Her skin the same tanned colour, but her hair, her hair was as brown as her fathers.
"Leave us, Lloyd." Sven said, he smiled to the young girl. "Hello Elanie, nice to see that you're getting comfortable here."
"The child doesn't need courtesies!" The leader growled, "Elanie, tell me something."
Yes? His child spoke within his mind, with her hand raised to his face. She could only just reach his mind without touching him, it was a sign of getting stronger at least.
"Do you think you could show me the world again? My world, with your powers, all I want is to see it before I sleep."
Anything for my father, Elanie said softly. She touched her father's face, showing him images of the world he would have if the plan went the right way. She disliked every second, the images were foul and full of death. She was even told to show the dead body of her mother. She almost felt like crying. Crying though never served Elanie justice. She just stared at her future dead in the eyes, she may not like it, but she had no other choice. Her father was her law, she had to follow.
Kiarely awoke with a jolt, pictures flew through her mind of death and foulness. She rolled her head to the side and threw up, her brother coming to her aid. "Sister..." He said softly, "Again?"
Kiarely sobbed, "She's showing me it again, she is warning me. Warning me of the hate he will bring, she is trying to make me see sense. I can't just let her die, I have to save her, Zacky!"
Zachary nodded, "We will sister, we will save her." He sighed, she fell asleep again. He went back to his post and looked at the view of dimly lit villages ahead of him. "We will save our family, I promise."
Thanks for reading! Review! I was so happy for my third one to pop up yesterday! Thank you for the 560 readers!
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