'Can you remember anything?" Makarov asked the sitting girl.
"No just my name" Maiden shook her head.
"Are you sure?" Maiden crossed his arms.
"Mm hm" Maiden nodded.
After the fight, Maiden was taken to the hospital ward to get checked by Porlyusica. There was nothing wrong with her that the pink haired Mage could see, which relieved Makarov. But the power that the young girl had displayed still chilled his bones, each wave of energy feeling as though a brick wall had hit him. All the other members probably didn't sense it, but they weren't able to detect magic like him. In all his years, Makarov never knew something like this existed. He knew what magic was used, but question is how she got in. Which is why he was questioning her right now. Now where they were in the hospital ward with Maiden sitting in a wooden chair and Makarov and Porlyusica standing in front of her.
"Warren come on in" Makarov called.
Not even a few seconds later, the deeply tanned boy came in. He smiled slightly at the master as he closed the door behind him. Like an obedient puppy, he went to Makarov's side. Makarov had caught Warren just in time, when we saw the young lad checking the request board. Who knows when the next time they would see Warren, he was known for covering at least ten requests at once. So getting the boy to push off leaving for a few years, Makarov was happy that get what he was about to do over with. Maiden watched as Warren walked over to Makarov sheepishly, and the master smiling slightly. This sent Maiden slightly suspicious and on guard. Warren was a tall guy, a bit lanky, but still big and tall enough to overpower her.
"Warren do you think you can get access into Maiden's mind and unlock her memories?" Makarov asked the younger boy.
"I've never tried before but I can try" Warren rubbed the back of his neck hesitant.
"Okay, I want you to try on Maiden, dig anything up that might help find out who she is and if she has a family" Makarov ordered.
"Yes Master" Warren nodded.
Maiden tensed up. Warren would be hacking into her mind and her memories. There were something's in her mind that she didn't want him to see. All the beatings, rapes, attacks that were forced upon her, Maiden didn't want Warren to see something as horrific as that. Plus, for him to hack into her mind, he had to touch her. Maiden was still getting used to the touching factor that went on around in the guild. How everyone jumped on each other, hugged each other, dog piled, and displayed touchy feely affection. But the thought of finding out who her real family was and how she ended up with Raphael, she wanted to know. Raphael had always told her that he had found her in the forest only a blink away from death before he took her in and nursed her. That she had been abandoned in the middle of the forest and he had no idea why she was there. Every time Maiden tried to remember, nothing came up.
"Okay, are you ready?" Warren asked standing behind the chair.
Maiden hesitantly nodded. Warren sighed clearing his mind before he could start. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath before bringing his fingertips up on Maiden's temples. Makarov and Porlyusica noticed instantly, at touch, Warren's deep tagged breath and Maiden's limped form. Warren's eyebrows furrowed tightly in the middle of his forehead, lips pressing into a tight line. Maiden's body was limp, her arms and hands weak in her lap, chin tilted towards her chest. But her eyebrows kept twitching slightly, her eyelids squinting tightly.
Warren was trying to dig past the most recent memories, as fast as he could. But even when he was zooming past all the images, he could still her everything. And even see a few flashes.
A big woman at least six foot and loaded with muscles. She was bending down over a cornered Maiden, who was ankle chained to a dungeon wall. Maiden looked down at the flor as the women out her hands on either side of her. It was dark in the dungeon with very little light, except for that which came through the crack under the door.
"It's okay, I'm gentle with my prey" the women purred right in Maiden's ear.
"It's my birthday and I feel like having you as a gift"
"My wife's too sensitive, she says she can't handle how rough I am, let's see if you can"
A big hand streaked the air to come in contact with Maiden's cheek. This act causing tiny Maiden to land on a red velvet floor crying out in pain. Raphael sat on the edge of his big round bed, chest nude as lap covered by his black fur blanket. A scowl was printed on his face as he leaned back on his hands on the bed. Maiden sniffled, holding her cheek as her dirty hair covered her face.
"You fucking slut, I know you're fucking the other members!" He yelled making Maiden flinch at his loud voice.
"Now get the fuck over here on you knees!" He ordered her.
"Raphael doesn't have to know, we'll keep it a secret"
Warren pushed on, passing all he could. Outside, Makarov could see sweat start to form on Warren's face. Small grunts could be heard now and then as Warren worked. A whimper or two was heard from Maiden while Warren dug through her memories. Inside, Warren wasn't sure if he'd be able to find anything that would help define who Maiden was and was going to pull back.
"Grandpa hurry up!"
A gasp was heard from Warren. He could hear a childish giggle. Push. Just a little more, Warren told himself as he tried grasping onto that one memory.
"Eclair, wait grandpas old"
"No you're not! Haha grandpa"
Warren gasped, his thick lips slackening into an 'o' form. Makarov and Porlyusica snapped their attention seeing Warren throw his head back all of a sudden. Maiden's head twitched to the side and then to the other side while her fingers slightly curl and uncurled.
It was a little girl, about six years old with long brown hair with that deep red tint to it going down to her waist. The little girl wore a pastel yellow dress with little leather sandals that had white daisies at the toes. The yellow of the dress wet really well with the girl big light brown eyes. The little girl was running through a field of small flowers before turning back around with a giggle.
An elderly man stood a few paces behind her. He was tall with thick grey streaked brown hair upon his head. His skin was deeply tanned and slightly leathery, like he worked a lot in the sun. His eyes were a light brown, matching that of the little girl. He wore a plain white t-shirt and black pants, both showing the youth in his aged body.
"Slow down Eclair honey, grandpas old" he chuckled leaning over his knees.
"Grandpa your not old, I've seen you lug hundred pound bags of grain, but you can't follow me?" The little girl, Eclair, sasses.
"Okay okay" the old man chuckled.
The girl laughed before bolting ahead. Her little legs pumped back and forth letting her little body run forward. A screech of laughter floated from her lips, bounding over the small bumps of the open field. But then she stopped, letting herself collapse onto the grass with a grin. A wide toothy smile was on her lips.
"Oh maiden my fair maiden where did you go?" The elder man asked with a chuckle.
"Grandpa, I'm right here" she sat up from her place.
"Oh there you are, I was afraid my little maiden was lost" he grinned standing over her.
"Grandpa, I'm tired" Eclair pouted, now about seven years old.
"Come on, just a few more" he instructed.
Eclair huffed her cheeks out in a exasperated pout. But she spread her legs shoulder width apart and put her hands relaxed at her sides. The elder man raised an eyebrow while throwing a small ball up and down in his hand. He could tell she was completely relaxed, none of her fingers or body parts moving. Then he threw his arm back, holding the ball, and threw it foreword. At that instant, Eclair's eyes snapped open and threw her hands to the side. A ball of energy formed between her two palms before using her right hand to throw the ball of energy foreword. The ball of energy want that strong, but it stopped the ball from coming at her.
"Good, now again" he said taking a ball from his pocket.
"You can't keep her from us!"
The young girl, Eclair, was pushed into a room, tears in her eyes from all the yelling. The old man closed the door behind her, and braced himself against the door, almost like another wall of protection. In front of him stood a women and a man. The woman had long ratted stringy deep red crimson hair with wide blue eyes. Her skin was pale, having a green tint to her hollow face. The man next to her was not nearly as tall the elderly man, but still tall. His hair was greasy and dirty, but that dark brown color was still visible. His long bangs fell into his light brown eyes, almost shielding his vision completely. Just like the woman, his skin was a light green pale tint. The both of them had on ratted, wrong out clothes with many holes in them.
"Give me my daughter!" The woman yelled.
"She is not your daughter! You've never been there for her like a mother should have!" He yelled back.
"You have no right to keep her from us!" The man yelled.
"Yes I do, especially when you guys are doing what you do now! You sold you house for drugs! There is no way I'm allowing Eclair to be with you, she is my granddaughter!" He yelled, his fist coming to punch the wall next to him.
"What did you do!?" He yelled.
The elderly man was on his knees, his ankles and wrists tied behind him. Blood trickled from his corner lip and from a gash on his forehead. A man in all black stood behind him making sure that he didn't move. A man with short spiked red hair stood in front of him, wearing a long black trench coat and leather pants. His lips were pulled back into a devilish smirk, slightly pointed teeth showing. The man and women from before stood behind him.
"Found her!" A man yelled.
"AHHHHHH no! Grandpa help me!" A young voice screeched.
"Eclair no! No! Leave her alone! Please she's only 7 years old!" The grandpa yelled desperate.
"Shut your face geezer!" The man behind him yelled, hitting him over the head with the handle of his sword.
"Let me go!" Eclair yelled.
She was thrown over one of the men's shoulders. With what she could muster, a small ball of energy formed in her hands before she shot it into his neck. The man winced dropping her to the floor. Eclair grunted as she was dropped to the floor, and before she could scramble to her feet, another man came and picked her up by her elbows.
"A seven year old magic user hmmm? That ups the price" the spiked red head man grinned rubbing his chin.
The man and women perked up at the sound. The red headed man reached into his pocket and drew a random amount of bills before chucking it at them. The two giggled with glee at having more drug money, and quickly the two left the scene.
"Come on, bag her up and let's go" the red headed man sighed getting off the chair.
"No, no, don't please" the grandpa drowsily pleaded.
"Grandpa!" Eclair yelled.
They filed out if the small cabin one by one and into a wagon. Two men wrapped thick rope around Eclair, despite her struggled out if their grips. The red headed man looked around the cabin before setting sights on a candle. A wicked grin plagued his lips as his arm stretched out to knock the candle, that was across the room, on the floor. Flames danced across the floor, quickly catching onto everything.
"No! Grandpa! Grandpa!" Eclair yelled seeing the flames from the windows.
The wagon rolled on, a man holding Eclair down with a boot to her back. Her childish eyes looked out the back wagon, the fires wild flames still visible miles away. Still visible even as they past a sign that said 'Welcome to Inoria'.
"GRANDPAAA!"
I am a dickbag of an author, I'm so sorry for the long update. I won't make excuses, Attack on Titan took over my life as of lately. To be even more specific, JeanMarco and Eruri took over all my free time. These fucking ships kill me, tears out my heart and throws it under a train. I still love Fairy Tail, just loving Attack on Titan a little more right now. I'll try to update again soon, if not then you have permission to call me a dickbag
