A/N: As you all know this is the final letter. It ends as the week begins. How fitting. So I hope you guys have enjoyed this trip through the years of the Tenro Teams disappearance. If I get enough support I might write a bonus letter, but for now here it is, the final letter.
Disclamer: FairyTail is not mine.
My darling daughter,
I'm so sorry about my outburst last year. The voices of thousands of people drilled a hole in my heart only anger could fill. I had to let out that anger and delusion so that I could see clearly. And I finaly do. You are still alive; though not many believe it. Most of FairyTail doubts that you'll return. That boy Romeo hasn't smiled once in seven years, and that plant man, Droy, stress eats his grief away. The air in the guild is depressed. Most of the time they sit there, just crying. I've walked in just to join them multiple times. Especially since I won't live to see your return.
My heart has failed me Lucy I...
*a mixture of blood and spittle stains are seen on the page. A few tear stains as well.*
I fear that I might see Layla again before I'm reunited with you. My dear, dear girl...
*more blood and spit mixture is seen, as well as more tears.*
I... I love you so,so much. My heart has ached for your safety for so long that it has kept me from seeing you safe. What a devilish thing irony is.
Although I will not be able...
*More blood and spittle, but blood is mostly seen. You can tell that he was in great pain by the amount.*
Although I will not be able to see you arive home a childhood friend will. She does not go by the same name no more, and she has grown quite a bit, but I hope you'll recognize her and remember. Remember all the fun we had together. You, her, your mother, and I. Way back before Layla died. Back when things wher...
*nothing but blood and tears stain the page for a good inch.*
I'm sorry. Im being told to lie down and rest. To stop writing. I don't care about my health no more! This is more important! Oh sorry I wrote what I was saying. Anyway I hope you welcome her back into your life with open arms when you return.
My sweet, sweet little girl. Please do not be too sad. It is your birthday of course! You have... seven whole presents to unwrap... all carefully picked out... by me. All just for you! So have the happiest of birthdays. Even though I won't be around to celebrate any of it. I celebrate now enough for a whole life time of birthdays. So enjoy them all.
And remember Lucy I love you so very...
(the letter ends abruptly here. There is no other words written)
Fresh tears stain the page as a blonde woman clutches it in her hands. She hugs it against her chest. All the while a pink-haired mage looks on. Felling her sadness he puts an arm around her shoulder. She turns to his chest sobbing. He wraps his arms around her. They sit there together as she clutches his vest in one hand and the letter in another.
"He's gone." She sobbed quietly. The pink-haired mage just nodded, and squeezed her tighter against him. Fighting depretly not to cry with her. He pulled her off of him after an hour of them sitting there. He shot her a sad smile while holding her at arms length.
Whiping her tears away he whispered kindly, "We wouldn't want these presents to go to waist now would we? Eh Luce?" Nodding her head she smiled reluctantly and headed to the oldest one. Slowly unwrapping the paper around it.
