Hello my lovely readers! Glad you can stop by for the next chapter! I apologize for the wait, and I hope you stick around until the very end! Please enjoy the chapter... please... o u o ... I have to warn you this is quite OOC... :\ Sting is never really shown to have a "love" side to him and I simply just had to make one up... perhaps many of you might disagree of how he acts when it comes to infatuation... but please enjoy the story!
"It is 5,000 jewels per night."
"That's fine."
"Your room is #124 on the second floor. Please, enjoy your stay."
Was once to be the dusk, is now the dead of night. This whole time, I was just laying or sitting on this run down, used, perfumed ridden motel bed. My eyes would shift from staring at the wooden door to the window that was purposely left open. I did not care that the cold night hair would drop the temperature inside this room, I just wanted to make sure that it was... I don't know... Why am I feeling this way? How come I think of him like this? Out of all people... why him... why, why, why... Why should I even wait for him? I shouldn't even expect him... I... I really do like him, huh? But... that's silly of me. He's arrogant, rude, full of himself, and extremely egotistic. Though... he seems to care a bit... and witnessing that scene back there, I just fell apart for awhile. Is that how an infatuation is? ... Is that how Zeref felt toward Mavis-dono? Obviously, those two did not end up being together considering that I have no blood relation from him... It hurts. I'm falling and I don't have a parachute... I-
Creek. The sound of the wooden, creaky door opening broke my train of thought. Good thing to... I needed something to snap me out of it. I got up from my sulky looking position, however, my head was still turned away from the door. I didn't really want to look at anymore... strange... even though deep inside, I really, really wanted to talk to someone, anyone...
"What are you doing here, Lector?" I said without turning my head away from the window. I got out of the bed and proceeded to close it, but I didn't leave from there. I kept staring outside through the small space the curtains left. It was cold, my hands were already beginning to freeze.
"What's a person like you doing in a dump like this? This place is only for the trash that can't afford a better place," he crossed his arms and walked over to the bed. He sat onto of it where I was laying down and took a whiff. "This place is sickening, come back."
"That didn't answer my first question... you just simply answered it with a question."
"Well, Sting-kun wanted me to come get you."
"Did he..."
"Now you answer my question. You have our savings don't cha? At least use it for something more... something with more taste..."
"Well, you just answered it for me," I turned back and I caught myself with a soft smile. The room was dark so the little reddish exceed wouldn't be able to detect it. I walked closer to him and picked him off of the bed. "I wanted to return it so, I didn't want to spend so much of it. I thought it would have been a way to get back at Sting for letting get into the whole situation back there, but if we're going to win the games, I'm sure the bragging rights are worth it."
"Pfft, we'll see about that. Sabertooth has super strong people!"
I sighed and I couldn't help but burst out a little smile at him. Escaping from my hands, Lector hopped onto my shoulder
"Come on, let's go back."
"Back? ... Back there? Your place? The place where... Sting is?" I rolled my eyes and groaned his name in disgust.
"Yeah, where else would I tell us to go? Well... I could tell you to go off a cliff."
"Shush... let's not go through that again," I glared at him. "Well.. isn't there a... er... a guest over?"
"Guest? What guest?"
"Yeah... you know, that girl...?" I cringed at how we had to dive into this conversation. Lector still didn't look like he knew what I was talking about. I sighed."That girl that was with.. him... you know... she was like.. on top of him? And... yeah..."
"Oh, she's nothing to Sting-kun," my eye brow raised at the simplicity of the response. Nothing? That's it? ... just nothing? I would be lying if I said that I didn't care who she was to Sting... "She is just a little random girly friend that Sting-kun found and just invited her back to our place. Sting-kun may be the best at everything but he does have a few weaknesses. One of them is you."
"Me?"
"The only reason why Sting-kun invited her over was because he was getting lonely. After you left, Sting-kun missed you and well..," he sighed. "He needed to find someone fast. It isn't because he wanted to replace you... he just needed to find someone to distract him."
"And... he told you all of this?" the room began to stink more and I decided to start heading out. I paid the lady in front, and started walking towards their place.
"Not exactly, but no one knows Sting better than I do!" Lector pointed to himself as he praised his 'knowledge'. Not sure whether or not that particular piece of information was something to be proud of, but I couldn't really argue against that. To Lector, Sting was his pride and joy which may or may not be a good thing considering that he might have too much confidence in him. A little anime sweat just dropped behind my head.
"I appreciate your time coming here, Lector," I sincerely thanked as I patted his little head between his ears. I gave off a smile and Lector pouted at my gesture. It is rare for us to be this affectionate towards each other, so having the moment was nice, even if it would probably be just for a few short moments.
"I know.. Clarion-kun."
"Finish the night?"
"Uh.. yeah... don't worry about it."
"Who was that girl back there?" Sting was about to reassure her that it was nothing, however, the woman began to go off again. "Who does she think she is? Honestly... what a total mood killer..."
She sighed and wrapped her arms around Sting as she laid her body on top of his. He lifted his right hand up to place his palm on her lower back, but he hesitated, and decided against it. Their faces were super close and that woman popped out her chest forward at him in order to make it obvious that she wants something done to them. Sting didn't really get the picture and just stared past her face and at the door that was still left unlocked. She began to kiss along his head, but noticed that Sting was not reacting to it at all. He seemed dazed, tired, and really not in the mood for something like this. Don't get him wrong, there has been plenty of times when he usually invites a girl home for the night or so and never see her again or remember her name. However, this sort of time was different.
"Hey.. wait...," he pulled her hands off of him and kept his grip on her shoulders. "Can't we just... uh... Can't we just talk?"
"Huuuuhhhh?" she furrowed her eye brows, giving off a rather irritated look. She backed off a little, causing Sting to let his hands fall, and crossed her arms. "YOU'RE the one that invited ME over to your place. I KNOW that you did not just want to talk. Look, you're lucky that you have a high end reputation and I decided not to ask anything in return for the night I'm giving you. That girl back there looked like she just got a broken heart from seeing us together, I wanted to make sure that incident didn't change your mind or anything... but clearly I can see that it did."
"I... don't know what you're talkin' about. What's your problem?" Sting slouched back with his arms laid back and resting his head. Sting's expression showed as if he would rather not talk about this certain topic. A sweat dripped down his face and he refused to have eye contact with her. She grew impatient with his behavior and proceeded to climb off of him. He did not lift a finger at all and allowed her to remove herself from the position. She sighed and grabbed her coat and clothed herself from the cold night. Sting didn't try to stop her, instead he just watched her from the corner of his eye.
"If you two were still together, they why invite me? Isn't that a bit sketchy for you to do? She's probably all crying and what not because you betrayed her," she lectured with an overly inappropriate use of hand motion and gestures.
"Its not like that, we aren't together."
"Oh really now? Then what is it? Did you two recently break up? Did you two take some sort of break from each other? Did you two decide to wait it out before becoming official? Are you two friends with benefits and one or both of you just end up falling in love with each other?"
"God damn...," Sting's voice was getting annoyed. He shifted his lazy position to a sitting one with his weight leaning forward. His elbows were slouched on his knees with his hands covering his eyes. "We were never even together. We were never a couple. I invited you here just to fill this empty feeling when she left. She isn't from here... and she had to go back to who knows where she's from. We said our goodbyes at the beginning of the week... and I didn't expect her to come back because the we were just suppose to see each other when the games begin."
She sighed and turned her back onto Sting, opening the door in front of her.
"Who would have known that someone of the likes of you, the famous White Dragon of the most powerful guild, Sabertooth, and also high ranked as the "Mage you want to have as a boyfriend"... would become someone that you would never dream of imagining? You're no fun, Sting-kun... call me again when you have stopped being such a soft guy. Girls like you better when you have that cool confidence of yours," and with that she slammed the door behind her and was on her way. Sting didn't say a word and didn't bother to go after her or anything. After a few moments, Sting walked up to the door and locked it and returned back to his couch.
"A softy huh...? That's no good...," he said to himself as he stared at the time and noticed that it was quite late. He remained standing there, his eyes wandering around room. He looked at the couch, the coffee table, the decor, the ceiling...
Click, the sound of an key unlocking was heard followed by the sound of an opening door. He turned his head away from looking at the ceiling to the door. Coming inside was his usual companion, Lector, however, he also had a familiar guest with him. As I walked into the den with Lector on my shoulder, the atmosphere soon grew colder and awkward. There was at least a few moments of just staring at each other, it was just weird. Lector didn't say a word despite how talkative he is and just kept glaring at Sting and I.
"Uh... hey," I broke the silence. My voice was noticeably coarse which made it embarrassing to speak. I scratched the back of my head and avoided having eye contact with him.
"Hi," he replied.
"Wasn't there... a guest here?" Lector, noticing the situation and the conversation should be only meant between us, jumped down from my shoulder and went to the guest room. Sting was not speaking a word and grew impatient with him. "Well?"
"Oh, uh... she left," he said while mindless walking around.
"Did she?"
"Yeah...," his head was now looking down at the floor. The unusual tension of awkwardness between us was difficult to talk to him. I felt like shivering, it was kind of troublesome. He shifted his position again and started facing right towards me. "So... why did you come here? I thought we weren't going to see each other until the games started?"
"I wanted to ask you a favor," I admitted. Now that I think about it, he was always the one I have to ask favors for. I hated having to owe people… especially because I hate feeling indebted to people. Due to that, I always have a fierce of habit of returning people the favors to be even. However, when I'm with him, its either or. Sometimes I do want to repay him for the things he has done for me, but sometimes I feel like I don't owe him anything because he doesn't deserve anything… at least in my opinion he doesn't because he is just a total brat.
"I see… well, I'd be glad to help you… but can it wait til the mornin'? If ya hadn't noticed, it's late.. there's only for a few more hours until sunrise. So I suppose we won't even wake up until the early afternoon," he said as he looked out the window. "Need a place to crash again? Don't go back to that crap place, stay here."
"Who told you that?"
"I have my ways of knowing where my money has been spent," he smirked which reminded me that I still had their savings tucked away. I threw his jewels on the couch much to my chagrin that he was practically laughing at me the whole time. "Thanks. Otherwise, I would've taken some other kind of payment."
"You're stupid," I said as I proceeded to the guest room.
"Wait," he stopped me before I could grab a hold of the knob. "Lector is probably sleeping in there, don't wake him up."
"Fine, I'll just sleep on the couch, got a blanket or pillow or something?"
"Not exactly... I was just hoping you'd just... come to bed with me," he got up close to my face and winked with that usual, sly smile of his. This was the sort of Sting that I was used to... not necessarily meaning that I like Sting being all cocky and all that shit that he comes with... but at least its his usual self and not that awkward one earlier... If Sting is being his usual self, that gives me a good enough reason to be my usual self around him. I let my hand stretch it nice and straight, giving it such a relieving feel, and slap it against Sting's cheek following up with a good ol' sigh of annoyance.
"How about this... I sleep on the bed and I... place my little foot on that little, cheeky face of yours, shove it off the bad, let you land on the floor beside the bed, and keep it that way for the rest of the night?"
"Oh? Then that means I can have you for the other nights-"
"Just stop," I suddenly cut him off from whatever he was going to say after that sentence. "I just plan on staying for the night, the favor I had in mind isn't something that should take days or weeks... especially since the Grand Magic Games are really coming up soon and training time will come to an end. Well, at least, I hope it doesn't take that long..."
"Alright, alright, fine... its just funny...," he said as he turned away from my direction, but I could tell from noticing the corner of his lips that he was smiling.
"What's so funny?"
"Our relationship... I don't even know what we are to each other," he turned back to me.
"Don't say it like its a funny thing... sometimes I wonder that too... What am I to you? I hate how we're like this... one moment we can easily go back to our senseless bickering, then the next we're starting to question this again... but I also hate how you take it so lightly, when I'm taking it more seriously than you are. Am I not that important? If anything, I can be just like that girly friend you had over here... what makes me any different? We're like strangers."
"Not completely... that girl back there was a stranger. To me a stranger is someone that I don't ask their name for, and if they just told me, I would just forget it... that girl, I just gave her an invitation to my place and that is that... I will not remember her," a serious tone in his voice gradually grew bolder and bolder. I part of me does believe him, however, a big chunk of my trust is always doubtful towards him.
"I'm not much any different... I'm just a person that invited myself here and excuse myself out. You may remember me, but why? Why me? What's so different about me than her? You probably just say the same intentions for me with her-"
"Just cut that crap you're thinkin' of. You're right, we are strangers. You're right from the start. I can't understand you, and you can't understand me. Fine, treat me like some kind of bachelor or whatever, I can just treat you like trash as well. Just tell me your favor, right here, right now, so you can just leave right after. By the time we're done with this bullshit, you can just go back."
I bit my lip and fought against a stream of tears.
"Hit me."
He flicked my forehead.
"Not like that you stupid, fucking idiot!" I yelled as I slapped off his hand away from my head. He smirked a little and gestured me to calm my voice down. "Use some sort of attack using your magic, White Magic... I don't know... don't you have some sort of roar attack?"
"My Magic? Forget it, what the hell would that do to you? I'll just end up hurting you and blame it on me and it'll be a very hard issue to deal with considering that some members from the guild that turned out to be trashy idiots did something to you."
"I won't do anything like that to you... but fine, if you don't trust me... can you at least like... concentrate White Magic into a ball?"
He sighed, "Like this?" And made a perfect sphere of Magic, White Magic to be exact. It looked beautiful, bright, glowing, and looked as if it was full of life. "Hey, hey, hey... don't have any dirty tricks or-"
With one quick move, I held the ball of White Magic for a split second then quickly shoved it into my mouth and forced myself to gulp it down. Now, I can see why this is so simple for Dragon and God Slayers to do... when it is their own element. Despite how beautiful that piece of White Magic was... even for a split second it tasted utterly disgusting. I suppose since Black and White Magic are complete opposites, my body would naturally try everything to reject the foreign Magic from coming inside my body. If Makarov or Mavis-dono was here right now, they would obviously go against everything I'm trying to accomplish... or trying to know whether or not it is possible to be accomplished in the first place. I felt like choking, my hands were gripping at my neck where I tried to get this fucking White Magic to come meet with my Black Magic. I couldn't keep my eyes open because of the pain and how I couldn't open my mouth or I'll risk having to go through this again. Through a little small peek through one of my eyes, I could see that Sting was yelling for me, but I couldn't hear a single word he is saying. I suppose that it really is just two things in life that were not meant to be together.
However, just like the Yin and Yang, Black Magic and White Magic do not exist to be opposing forces. Death cannot exist without life and therefore, these two Magics bring each other their meaning. Despite how contrary the two seem to be, they balance each other, and I have to force my body, my Magic to realize that. Like the Yin, my body consumed with Black Magic will have the white dot of White Magic.
Slowly, I see Sting's face grow more and more worried, but at the same time, my vision grows more and more blurry until.. it is completely black.
"Clarion?" Lucifer's eyes opened wide.
(Note: POV changed due to Clarion's unconsciousness)
Holding her close, Sting was doing everything he could to make sure he doesn't lose her. At this point, he had no idea what was going on. Weird girl, making a weird request, doing the weirdest thing, and reacting the weirdest way.
"Don't touch her," a stranger's voice, sounding excruciatingly grim, was suddenly heard in the room as a shadow appeared above Sting and an unresponsive Clarion. This tone of voice was heard so bewitchingly full of anger that it sent chills down Sting's spine, but he detected a sense of familiarity. Looking up, he sees a tall figure, fists balled, and a serious, devious look.
"You..." Lucifer, wearing his usual formal attire slightly messy, his white shaggy hair covering part of his face allowing his own eye pierce through with a golden stare. Looking into his evil glare would make you feel as though you would turn into a lifeless statue of gold. His teeth started to clench, revealing the fangs of a devil. After realizing that Sting was making the devil of lust grow more impatient, he quickly carried her over to his bed.
The interior of the bedroom looked bigger than what you would think. The exterior of the housing complex would make you assume that each room was apartment sized. However, this is the beloved member of the well-renowned Sabertooth guild which would require his ego to live in a comfortable, but stylish manner. His place was more of a condo rather than a small apartment. He loved people, especially people to always praise him, and people to kiss the dirt he walked on. Sting Eucliffe, as his name can imply, wanted his identity tattooed into the minds of others for he never wanted to be forgotten as the White Dragon Slayer.
Until he met Clarion Ferez that is. Every single second he stares at her, he feels someone new. She was definitely not like the girls he was use to. Almost every night, he would bring a new girl home to mess around with and allow the hormones of other girls to do their dirty work on him. Clarion, with her wavy hair and blank stare, would always be able to make Sting stutter with his personality. She fascinated him. His cocky and egotistic attitude would begin to shatter whenever he wanted to be with her and when he realizes how much a woman can mean to him, his thoughts scramble. Because no other person saw Sting for who he really is. Other people see him as attractive, charming, cool... whereas Clarion sees him for him: arrogant, conceited, boastful... etc. However, she can still learn to accept him for the crappy character he is and be patient enough to take the time to shift him into a better person. She is the only person that would be able to change Sting.
This current scene was a like at a hospital. Sting pulled up a chair next to Clarion's side and didn't let his gaze be taken away from her. He kept watching her as the silence between Lucifer and Sting became as dead as an empty patch of decay. Lucifer did not say a work as he adjusted the sheets on top of Clarion and monitored her breathing, temperature, and heart beat. When Lucifer began to lean up against the wall, Sting decided to speak.
"H-Hey... so, will she be okay?" Sting asked as he reached for her with his hand to place a feel on her cheek.
"Don't touch her," Sting instantly snapped back with a disappointing look.
"Well?" he raised his voice because of his growing impatience. Lucifer was not himself at this moment. He was cold as he can ever be as a devil. He was not his playful, fun-loving, and joking self. The darkest desires began consuming him inside as he was developing an urge to permanently remove Sting's ability to talk. Sting's impatience gave in and slammed the wall with his fist to get Lucifer's attention. "Well?! Tell me! How is she doing?!"
Lucifer slightly raised his head, without changing his cold expression. Sting refused to become hesitant in front of this person.
"I don't give a damn if you're her guardian... or spirit... or whatever! You're a guy that is supposed to take care of her, right? Right?! Then tell me how she is doing! Will she be okay?! Is there anything at all that I can do?! I'll do anything!"
"She's ill."
"That's it? That's all you can tell me? That's all you can say?! Ill?! Ill with what?! What the hell is going on?!"
"She ate your Magic just now, no?"
"She did...," Sting calmed down a bit after picturing such an event. He turned his position and leaned against the wall, facing his back to Lucifer. "What kind of stupid stunt was that? Just Dragon and God Slayers can do such a daring move."
"That's true...," Sting lifted his head. "Clarion-chan is a Slayer..."
"What?" Sting grew sweat dripping down is neck. "Dragon Slayer? God Slayer?!"
"God Slayer...," Lucifer revealed. Despite how many cruel things he wanted to do to Sting, Lucifer understood the circumstances. The fact that Clarion swallowed his Magic means that she has some use for him. Devilishly speaking, Lucifer understood that Sting was Clarion's tool for her own gain. However, humanely speaking, Clarion not only needs Sting to balance herself... but she also needs him to feel whole. Sting wanted to know more about Clarion, but Lucifer remained quiet with clenched fists. "I rather that Clarion-chan tell you herself if she's willing to tell you... You should be able to understand that swallowing an element deviant to your own as a Slayer causes grave side-effects. But... she should be fine. She should just rest until she can support herself."
With that said, Lucifer locked himself without letting Sting say another word to him. As devils should be... they should be locked away from the world anyways. Sting stared into space a few minutes until he noticed that Clarion was breathing harder. In theory, a God Slayer eating a different Dragon Slayer element would not be so bad as eating one within your own Magic. But who knows really? The fact that Clarion ate her entire opposite would suggest something. Sting remembered the time when he ate Rogue's shadow once for the hell of it. He was out of commission for at least a week, which would be impossible for Clarion to make it on the first day. He replaced the wet towel on her forehead and noticed her forearm again. The bandage was slipping and he could see dark green markings on her arm.
"It wouldn't matter... It wouldn't matter... It's okay... she doesn't mind...," Sting repeatedly thought to himself. He stared at her the whole time with his left hand softly caressing her cheek and his right hand slowly slipping off the bandages. He closed his eyes and moved them to her arm. He forced his eyes to open up quickly as possible, he was looking at the top of her mark. It was not a typical guild mark... but Sting finally saw the familiar winged creature with flowing feathers. "Fairy... Tail?"
He looked up back at Clarion's face with a surprised look. She was a member of Fairy Tail, a Fairy Tail Mage, in the same guild as the person that Sting always wanted to defeat and formerly looked up to... Natsu Dragneel. He backed off for a moment to soak in the information he finally learned. He felt ecstatic that being with her, he was getting closer to Natsu, but at the same time he felt guilty that he took advantage of Clarion's state to learn the truth.
"What... happened?" I said groggily as I tried to get my body sitting up. My head was pounding as I held it in my hand. (And... she's back!)
"H-Hey! You shouldn't be sitting up! Rest you idiot!" Sting grabbed a hold of my shoulders and pulled them back down on the bed. I felt a breeze on a place that I never really felt in a long time... I looked at my arm and I see brightly shown, my Fairy Glitter guild mark.
"You..."
"I'm sorry, I wish I didn't. Not when you were out like that, I was just-"
"Don't, its fine. Geez," I said getting back up again.
"Don't you ever listen? I said rest!"
"I'm fine! Stop worrying!"
"How could you possibly be fine?! Eating another element not of your eye keeps you in bed for days, weeks! It's only been a few hours!"
"The hell if I know! You should be the one sleeping! You've been up all night haven't you?"
"I was taking care of you after you stupidly ate my Magic!"
"I had to!"
"Why?!"
"... reasons," I said as I looked away from Sting and proceeded to get out of bed. The vertigo was gone and I was feeling fine. I was a little groggy still, but I guess that's what happens when you've had a bad nap. I touched the necklace that Zeref had given to me. I always believed it had special properties and maybe this necklace sped up my recovery. Then again, God Slayers are on another scale of Magic.. so maybe eating a Dragon Slayer Magic wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. "Thank you. I should get going."
"Why do you always do this?" he said while staring at me walking towards the door.
"What?"
"Come back to me, then leave just like that."
"The games are in 5 days... I'm sorry if I left the impression that I always come and go... but when the games start, it wouldn't be that way. We will be in the same area, the same spot, at the same event, I won't be going anywhere."
"You better not...," he pulled me into a hug.
"You reek..."
"Shut up, I'm being smooth," I laughed at him as he said that. He broke the hug and leaned closer to my face. I didn't know what he had in mind, but the next thing I knew. I felt something warm, firm, moist on my lips... The feeling lasted a few seconds and I felt my face feel warmer and warmer.
I punched him.
"Stupid Sting!" I yelled at him.
"Heyyyy... you're blushing," he wiped off the punch as if he was use to it by now. He smiled and I immediately walked out, but he followed behind. "Its just how a handsome, strong Dragon like me, claims their mate."
"Shut up."
And yet, I didn't say no... what does that make us now? The whole train ride back, I just kept thinking about how our futures will be. This isn't like a Romeo and Juliet story right? To hell it better be right. There's nothing wrong with being together, right? Our guild affiliation doesn't matter to us, right? It can work... right? Of course it can, it shouldn't matter if we are incompatible or different or fight all the time... if two people love each other and accept each other, it's enough. I guess... I would say that Sting and I love each other. I will admit that I have no idea what love truly is, and Sting sure doesn't know what it is either. But I guess we can learn what it is together... maybe we can learn to understand each other like we couldn't before. Who knows...
As I got off the train, I went to the beach, since I don't know.. I kinda like it there. As I walked over, I noticed a sulking atmosphere.
"Clarion?" Lucy was the first to notice me.
"What's going on with you guys?" I asked them.
"It's an embarrassing story... but we couldn't bring up our Magic...," they admitted. I couldn't even imagine how they can pull that off that I just didn't ask. "How did your training go?"
Now that I realized it... I spend most of the time sulking, being out of commission... The most training I ever done was just sparring with Sabertooth and the little exercises with Mavis-dono and Makarov... Soon enough, I was sitting next to them sulking about the lack of training. Erza became absolutely monstrously outraged by this and demanded that we all go to hell to do our training. No sleep. Non-stop training. No rejections whatsoever. But a bird comically landing on her head kind of ended the fiery passion she just demonstrated. The bird had a note that was designated for Fairy Tail and it asked to meet up to a secret location. It seemed really sketchy to me and I voted to not go since it might be a trap. But since none of us had nothing to lose, and if it were goons, we would probably beat the shit out of them anyways... we went anyways.
We walked through a messy forest and the directions led us to a broken bridge. The group began to feel like going back, but the bridge suddenly repaired itself. It looked familiar... a familiar Magic... we walked over the bridge and were confront by three cloaked figures.
"Thank you for coming...," one of them said as they pulled down their hoods to reveal their identities. All of our eyes widened in shock as we realize who those three were. Meredy and Ultear... and that man I recognize, was Jellal. "... Fairy Tail."
They were now an independent guild, Crime Sorciere, that is focused on taking down Dark Guilds. The couldn't be a legal guild because they were Dark Mages that have committed crimes. They are all fugitives, but they committed their lives to taking away the evil in the country. They were amazing how they ended up 7 years later. Ultear, I use to not like her, but seeing how much she has changed, I can forgive her for being such a bitch back then. And Meredy... I never had a problem with her, but she has grown up into a beautiful woman. Her childhood was deprived ever since Ultear destroyed it, but she has grown a smile. They all seem okay with their lives and that is something I am proud of them for. After the introductions, they explained that an evil Magic has been lurking around the Grand Magic Games and they want us to help investigate it since we were the only ones they trust. It seemed kind of weird to do that, but we agreed since Ultear gave us the opportunity to boost our Magic. Cheating? Probably, but whatever it takes to get Fairy Tail back on top.
She tried to explain to us this 'Second Origin' thing but none of us really understood except for that fact that it is suppose to make us stronger and raise our Magic capabilities. I was especially stoked for this because this is probably going to help me control my Black Magic with the aided help of that White Magic and finally get to know more than 1 Black Magic spell.
The progress...
"HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK," I kept cursing. The markings all over our bodies gave us absolutely pain and torture. Ultear looked like she was enjoying this, damn what a sadist. But we all understood that this was all for getting stronger to compete in the games, we had to get stronger no matter the costs and this will help us gain that goal. ERZA, on the other hand, felt no pain at all and went through the Second Origin process with ease and pain free. What a monster...
But now, I can be the strong Mage I can be... I can be stronger to protect the ones I love... I looked down at my ring of locks and held them close to me. I can soon protect my devils as they have protect me all these years. I can repay it back all.
Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! Please don't criticize the fact that I made Clarion go through the 'boost' progress instead of training, but I think it was the only way. I wanted her to see her former comrades anyways hehe. Thank you all for the reviews/favorites/follows! They really mean a lot to me to see them! Please stick around again for the next chapter! Thank you my lovely readers!