Hello everybody. I'm astonished by how popular this story has gotten after only one chapter. I mean it has already got 39 followers already. Thank you so much for the support and your reviews.

A while ago, I set up a poll on whether Lisanna should be in this story or should she come in during the Edolas Arc. However, only one person voted that she should be in this story before the poll ended. So, if you didn't like the idea of Lisanna coming in too early, then I'm sorry but my hands are tied I'm afraid. Thank you to the person who voted.

Also, since I hadn't updated in a while (due to my other stories) and the fact that I updated two chapters of 'The Puzzling Adventures Of Edgar Cipher' I decided to write two chapters for this story as well.

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Scottish Gaelic wasn't actually my first choice. I was hoping to use Welsh, but I couldn't find a reliable translator, so I went for the next best thing. In terms of whether he will have trouble speaking it, the Phobos Clan do teach their youth the language of Fiore the same way young people today get taught French or Spanish (assuming you're a native English speaker) so Night Terror (the boy) does know some of the language already. But people tend to pick up languages quicker if they are living among native speakers, so I'm pretty sure he would have gotten the hang of it after seven years. Although, he may have some trouble with slang.

Again, I will go into much more detail in the story, but the masks play an essential role in the Phobos community. Historically, masks have been used for religious ceremonies or festive occasions as a symbol of the separation between human and myth. The reason I chose masks is because when humans are scared, they will naturally look for familiarisation or normality like another human. This is why ancient humans based their societies on communities in case a predator attack. The masks prevent people seeing the Phobos as just another human and therefore more become more frightened of them. I will definitely explain in greater detail in the story.

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Chapter 2: Last of His Kind

Pine Wood Town, South of Mt Hakobe

Seven Years Later

Midnight was approaching and the residents of the sleepy town of Pine Wood were beginning to fall asleep.

Henry McCarty looked down from the forest hill that overlooked the town, seeing the lights in the houses go out one by one. Henry rubbed his hairless chin in excitement and nervousness. His slightly crooked eyes eagerly watched the final speck of a house light flicker and die as the owners went to sleep.

His grinned, showing his crooked teeth, as he turned to his fellow bandits.

"That's the last of th-"

"Keep you voice down, kid," one of the older more experienced bandits shushed him as he leaned on a tree, "you want to wake up the damn the town."

Henry gulped and shook his head frantically.

"Ah give the kid a break, Butch," another bandit called out, stopping temporarily his knife sharpening, "he's nervous that's all."

Henry's face grew red in anger and in embarrassment.

"I ain't nervous. And stop calling me kid," Henry demanded, making sure to keep his voice low.

The other eight bandits just laughed at him at his expense.

"Alright, that's enough you lot," the leader of the bandits demanded as he exited his tent.

The leader is known as John Hardin. He was tall and built like an ox. A jagged scar ran down across his face and he wore an eye patch over his right eye. Henry had never seen him without a sinister smirk, displaying his pointed teeth to the world.

"Since the mayor has failed to provide us with the Jewels we've kindly asked for, we're going to take rest from his precious townspeople. Take everything from them. Money, jewellery, women, everything," John ordered, earning cries and whoops from the rest of blood-thirsty bandits.

"Now, kid," John said pointing a sword at Henry, "since this is your first raid, you're on look out."

"But Boss," Henry tried to protest, but a dirty look from John changed his mind.

"Any other complaints!?" John shouted at his men.

The bandits shook their rapidly, not wanting to anger their boss.

"Good," John said raising his sword in the air, "LET'S GET SOM-"

That was when something grabbed leader of the bandits and pulled him into the darkness of the pine forest.

The bandits shouted in surprise and drew their weapons. Henry took out his small knife and held it with two hands in front of him, pointing at the darkness.

Henry felt a feeling creep into his heart. He was afraid, more afraid than he has ever been in his life. Terror choked him, he felt like he couldn't breathe or think. All he knew was something was out there. And it was coming for them.

The rest of the bandits shouted at the dark, demanded to release their boss. But there was no sound. No movement. Just the dark and void.

Butch was the next one to go.

A black tendril pulled him up and into the trees faster then Henry could see. He could hear his scream echo through the forest before it abruptly stopped.

Next to go was a skinny, man with a rat like face.

Something grabbed his leg and dragged him across the hard ground, screaming in terror as he entered the abyss.

One by one, the bandits were pulled into the void until Henry was the only one left. He waved his knife back and forth, trying to slash at the darkness or the thing that was taking them. The only light provided to him was the weak flame of the lantern and pale glow of the moon.

Fear had taken him over. He was alone, defenceless and there's something out there.

It was with a great amount of strength that he managed to breath out a couple of words.

"W-w-w-who's there?" he demanded weakly.

Nothing but silence answered him.

"I-I-I-I said who's there?"

Again nothing, but silence.

He took a deep breath, controlling his emotions.

"COME OUT AND FIGHT ME YOU COWAR-"

Something strong and ice cold wrapped around his wrists and ankles and pulled them slightly apart. His knife dropped out of his hand and onto the ground. Another thing wrapped around his neck lightly, making sure he wouldn't turn his head. Henry was now panicking; the feelings of terror and fear were becoming too much as tears came to his eyes.

In a deep, cool voice, the thing spoke into his ear.

"Now, now. There's no need for name calling," the voice told him, sending shivers down his spine.

"W-w-what d-d-did y-y-you…" Henry tried to ask.

"Your fellow bandits are safe. No harm will come to them, I assure you," the voice promised, "However, you should be more concerned about yourself and not those miscreants."

"I-I've g-g-got a kn-ife," Henry threatened, hoping the thing would believe him.

"You have a knife. Congratulations," the voice said in a tone that Henry could only assume was humour filled, "Are you referring to this knife," the voice said as a black tendril lifted his small, blunt knife from off the ground to show him, "are you hoping to scare me by threatening to open my letters," he monotonously joked as the black tendril wrapped around the knife and compressed into a ball which dropped to the ground.

Henry gulped.

"W-w-w-who a-a-a-are y-you?" Henry stuttered.

The voice chuckled.

"Forgive my laughter. I get that question all the time. Some call me the horror, others the void, but you, dear sir, shall call me your guidance councillor."

Henry frowned in slight confusion, "Okay."

"Good. A couple of questions first. What is your name?"

Henry answered him.

"Well, Mr. McCarty, what were you going to do with that knife?"

"It w-w-was for…p-p-protection," Henry answered hesitantly.

"Protection," the thing sighed.

"Y-yes."

"Against a small town of farmers and weavers?"

"…yes."

"I see. You use a knife to protect you from the farmers and weavers of this idle town. Scared that a farmer would threaten you with a sharp piece of wheat."

"W-what no!"

"Or were you nervous that a weaver will give you a nasty carpet burn," the thing coldly mocked.

Henry could feel the thing wrapped around his neck tighten slightly, making him gulp.

"I sincerely hope you weren't going to use that knife for more malice reasons, Mr. McCarty. Otherwise, I'll give you more things to be scared of then wheat and carpet burns," the thing threatened darkly.

Silence fell once again in the forest. The only thing Henry could hear was the beating of his heart as he prayed that the thing would let him go.

"However, Mr. McCarty," the thing calmly said, "since you are new to this criminal activity. I am going to release you."

Henry began to breathe again, tears staring to fall from his eyes.

"But, since I am also your guidance councillor, I will give you some advice," the thing told him.

"Go to a city far, far away from here, pick up a trade, get a job, find a nice girl, get married, have children, live a fulfilling life and never return to this place ever again. Do you understand me, Mr. McCarty?"

"Yes…yes, I'm sorry," Henry begged.

"And if I ever find you committing a crime ever again…well you'll see, wouldn't you?"

The thing released him, and Henry fell to the ground. He rubbed his sore throat, getting the ability to breathe again. He didn't dare look back at the thing behind him, but he knew it was still there.

"Oh, and Mr. McCarty," the thing said, "when you run, make sure you don't look back," the thing advised.

Henry gulped as he shakily got onto his legs.

He ran.

And never looked back.

Night Terror sighed from under his dark hood as he watched Henry run away.

It's a shame to see somebody so young throw away their life away like that.

He looked around the abandoned camp and spotted the lit lantern. Carefully, he controlled a tendril of darkness towards the lantern and snuffed the light out.

He turned his head towards Pine Wood Town.

He needed to tell the mayor that he dealt with the bandits. After that, he can finally return to Fairy Tail.

He thought he deserved a break.

Fairy Tail Guild

Magnolia, a thriving merchant city first founded in the ancient era. It holds many attractions like the cathedral, the canals, the quaint scenic houses, but above all Magnolia houses the most powerful guild in Fiore: Fairy Tail.

The guild is situated in a three story building on the edge of the city and boast some of the best (or notorious) mages in the land. Members like the Fairy Queen Erza Scarlet, the Demon and Sorcerer's Weekly model Mirajane Strauss, the Salamander Natsu Dragneel and many more are some of the strongest mages in Fiore.

Recently Fairy Tail had just welcomed a new member called Lucy Heartfilia. She had blond haired tied in a side ponytail and brown eyes. She wore a white and blue shirt, a blue skirt and a belt with a set of keys on them. Lucy was a seventeen year old Celestial Spirit Mage who had been eager to join the guild for quite some time. It took a while for her to settle into the eccentric lifestyle of the mages like the frequent fighting, the strange members…the frequent fighting. However, underneath the chaos, she saw a guild who believed heavily in their morals, in helping those in need and comradery. It has only been a couple days, but already she is beginning to feel at home.

Currently, Lucy was sitting at the bar looking through a magazine after an exhausting day. Macao Conbolt, another member of Fairy Tail, had been defeated by a race of gorilla-like animals known as Vulcans. Natsu, Lucy and Happy, the blue flying cat, went to retrieve Macao from Mt Hakobe to stop his son, Romeo, from worrying.

After an ordeal like that, Lucy decided to take it easy for a bit.

"So, how are you liking Fairy Tail, Lucy," Mirajane asked kindly as tended the bar.

Mirajane was a beautiful nineteen year old girl with long white hair and blue eyes. She wore a long red dress and had the hair covering her forehead tied up in a small tuft. She worked as a waitress and bartender along with her younger sister Lisanna.

Lucy looked up from a magazine with a tired smile.

"Despite the fighting and the Vulcans, it's been great. I can't believe I'm actually here," she replied happily.

"You've wanted to be part of the guild for a long time, haven't you?" Mirajane asked as cleaned a glass.

"Yep," Lucy said as she looked around the guild hall, observing the mages drinking or relaxing "It is everything I expected. Everybody's been so welcoming."

"Well, you haven't met everybody. Some of the members are currently on jobs," Mirajane explained, catching Lucy's attention.

"Really, who's missing?"

"Well, there's Erza, the Thunder Legion and err…" Mirajane began to say before she whispered the last name.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, "Sorry, what was the last one?"

The blond haired teenager watched as Mirajane became unusually bashful. She avoided eye contact, her cheeks were flushed, and a gentle smile spread across her face.

"Err…well…" Mirajane stuttered, causing Lucy to become confused.

"Sorry Lucy," Lisanna apologised as she walked up behind the bar.

Lissanna was a petite teenager about the same age as Lucy and a Take Over mage. Like her sister, Mirajane, she had blue eyes and her hair was white but cut much shorter.

"She gets really shy whenever she talks about her boyfriend," Lisanna teased, making Mirajane give her an annoyed look.

"Be quiet, Lisanna. He isn't my boyfriend," she denied with a embarrassed pout.

Lucy looked awkwardly between the two sisters, "Am I missing something?"

Mirajane waved her hands in front of her frantically.

"Nothing," she dismissed adamantly, before she went back to cleaning glasses as if nothing just happened, "Are you hoping to go another job tomorrow," she asked brightly.

'She recovered fast,' Lucy thought in shock.

"Err… I don't know. I think I'm going to see what Natsu and Happy are doi…" Lucy trailed off as she saw what the Fire Dragon Slayer was currently doing.

The pink haired mage was challenging a spikey, black haired teen named Grey Fullbuster to a hand standing competition. They stood across from each other while a crowd cheered and made bets.

Natsu was a muscular teen with spikey, pink hair. He is known for his destructive tendencies and his short temper. However, deep down, he was fiercely loyal to his friends.

"Come on, Natsu. You can do this," Happy, the flying cat, encouraged from a nearby table.

"Give up, Grey! You can't win against me!" Natsu shouted at his competitor, grinning to show his sharp teeth.

"Not a chance, Flame Brain! I'm going to defeat you!" Grey shouted back, gritting his teeth in determination.

Grey was an Ice Maker mage and was just as competitive as Natsu, although he has a much cooler persona. He also had a bad habit of stripping at random moments which is why he was currently topless.

Despite their determination it was clear from the shaking that they won't last very long. But they both refuse to lose to the other.

"You're not doing it right," Elfman Strauss said, "let me show you how a real man does a handstand," he proclaimed before doing it himself next to them.

Elfman was a Take Over mage and the brother of Mirajane and Lisanna. Like his siblings he had white hair and blue eyes. He was tall, muscular and was determined to prove how much of a man he was to everybody.

Elfman wasn't nearly as elegant as the other two at doing handstands. The force created by him positioning himself shook the floor, making Natsu and Grey wobble and fall next to each other at the same time. The impact of the fire and ice mages hitting the floor made Elfman unbalanced and start to fall on top of the mages. Natsu and Grey only saw the wide back of Elfman before he crushed the two mages. As Natsu and Grey began screaming at Elfman to get off them, the crowd cheered in amusement.

Lucy watched the scene with a deadpanned face.

"Boys are so stupid," she muttered as Mirajane and Lisanna chuckled.

She then felt a chill roll down her spine.

'That's weird,' she thought in confusion, 'it's not even dark out.'

Mirajane noticed Lucy shiver and looked out the guild hall door. She saw how deathly quiet it had become. No birds singing, no excited chatter from the residents, just nothing.

Mirajane smiled brightly and her cheeks flushed.

"I'll be back in a moment," she said to Lisanna as she walked to the kitchen behind the bar.

Lisanna giggled at her sister's dazed expression, "It would seem he's back," she said out loud.

"Who's ba-" Lucy began to ask before she heard a sound from outside the guild.

It sounded like the clacking of horses' hooves.

She noticed how the entire guild members were unusually silent. The members were still doing their activities, but they moved slowly and didn't raise their voices above a whisper. Natsu even seemed tamed as just sat calmly at a table.

The hooves were getting closer.

Lucy started to get worried. She didn't know why. Was it the members strange behaviour, the silence, the fact that she was kept in the dark?

The hooves were getting closer.

'Why am I panicking? I shouldn't panic, right? Maybe there is something wrong? Do I have to do something? Is something coming from us?' questions began flood her mind as she started to breath heavily.

The sound of hooves stopped.

She turned towards the door and she began to visibly shake.

Outside the door was a black horse.

She assumed it was a horse. It was equine shaped, but it didn't act like a horse. It was too still, too… unalive. Everything about it, from the mane to the hooves, was an intense colour of black like the night. It was so dark that the light in the hall seemed to dim.

However, it was its rider that frightened Lucy the most.

It was tall and wore a long, hooded, black robe that concealed its face in darkness. It elegantly dismounted the horse which seemed an opposite feat in such a long garment. The figure nodded at the horse and, to Lucy's shock, it melted into the shadows leaving no trace that it actually existed.

The figure walked deftly and slowly into the guild hall, its dark robe only brushing the floor. The wooden floorboards didn't creak not groan as the figure walked over them as Lucy would expect, but stayed silent, not daring to make a sound.

As it silently passed by, the guild members kept their heads down, pretending it wasn't there. It continued to make its way through the hall before it abruptly stopped. It turned its body towards Lucy slowly.

Lucy found that she couldn't breathe. Her eyes were wide, her body became rigid her heart was beating too fast.

She was terrified. More terrified than she has ever been in her life.

The figure reared back his head and she could see only darkness where his face should have been. Around its neck was a silver gorget which had Fairy Tail's symbol engraved on it. She couldn't think or do anything, but just stare back in fear at the dark figure.

The figure looked around the hall and nodded sharply.

Almost instantly, the fear left.

She found she could breathe again, and she became more relaxed. It was almost someone had just flicked a switch and now everything was back to normal. Even the guild members started to get up and talk loudly as if nothing had happened.

Everything was back to normal.

Lucy glanced back to the figure and saw that it had moved to a table in the corner of the guild. He was sat, looking out over the members, watching them start another fight.

The figure turned to Lucy again and nodded slowly before looking over the guild members again.

Lucy was more confused than ever.

"That's his way of apologising," Lisanna said, making Lucy jump, "The first time is the worst, but you'll get used to it."

Lucy raised a curious eye brown, "Who is he? And what just happened?"

"Well, I don't know what exactly happened," Lisanna admitted, "it has something to with his Fear magic, but his name is Night Terror."

"Night Terror?" Lucy repeated as she glanced back at the figure.

He was now joined by Master Makarov at the table. They seemed to be discussing something, but it was too quiet for her to hear.

"Well, that's what he is referred to. Nobody knows his real name…or what he looks like…or anything about him," Lisanna explained.

Lucy kept repeating the name in her mind. She swore she heard it before.

Her eyes widened in realisation.

"Wait a minute, Night Terror! As in a member of the Phobos Clan!?" she exclaimed before coughing in embarrassment at her outburst.

"Yes," Lisanna confirmed, slightly curious, "have you heard of them?"

Lucy slumped in her barstool, "I've read a few history books that mention them, but they don't give a lot of details. All I know is that they specialise in fear magic and they all seemed to disappear a few years ago," she turned to glance at Night Terror again, "I wonder if I can ask him about it?"

Lisanna smiled uneasily, "Well, that might be hard, he's a little…unsociable," she told her.

They watched as Night Terror nodded his head in Lucy's direction, making Makarov turn around and look. Makarov sighed and turned to face Night Terror.

"Ask her yourself. I'm not your messenger," Makarov said loudly as jump down from his chair and walked away.

Night Terror watched him walk away before he went back to looking over the guild.

Lisanna hummed, "The only members of the guild who's had a conversation with him is the Master and-" but before she could finish Mirajane exited the kitchen with a tray holding a tea set. The set included a floral decorated teapot with matching cups and a small milk jug. She hummed happily as she made her way towards Night Terror and placed the tray on his table.

"Hello, Night," Mirajane greeted cheerily, "how did the job go?"

Night Terror turned to her and nodded.

"It went very well. Thank you for asking, Miss Mirajane," the cold, monotone voice of Night Terror replied, "how is everything here?"

Mirajane smiled brightly, "Oh, you know the usual," she answered swaying slightly, "The tea today is Darjeeling, I hope you like it."

"Thank you. I'm sure it will be lovely," Night Terror thanked making Mirajane squeak in joy and walk away in a slight daze.

Lucy looked at the scene in confusion while Lisanna looked amused.

"Err…what?" Lucy tried to ask as Mirajane walked back behind the bar.

Lisanna smirked at her old sister, "Well done, sis, you managed two whole sentences this time," she teased.

Mirajane glared at her young sister causing her to giggle.

"So, Mirajane," Lucy said catching her attention, "how do you know Night Terror?"

"Well, he has been at the guild for about seven years now," Mirajane answered, "and I know he was part of the Phobos Clan."

"He was part of the Phobos Clan? What happened to them?" Lucy asked as she Night Terror lift his arm from his robe and lightly poured himself a cup of tea. His arm was surrounded by silver armour ending with a sharp metal claw for hands.

Mirajane frowned in sadness, "From what I know the Clan was wiped out in a disaster or an attack, leaving Night as the only survivor. Master Makarov introduced him to the guild, and he has been ever since."

Lucy frowned, "Wiped out?"

Mirajane nodded solemnly, "Night wouldn't say what happened. Master reckons he's still traumatised by the event," she sighed, "It's actually quite sad. All the guild members have had hard lives or tragedies happen to them but at least they are with their own people. Night's people have perished, his home is gone, he's in a different culture, he can't even have a conversation in his native language. It must be so lonely being the last of his kind."

They watched Night Terror sadly as he lifted the cup to his hood and drunk from it. Seeing a dark fear mage who only too recently reduced the guild to whispers, now drinking from a floral patterned cup was a strange sight.

Lucy frowned. She was only just curious of Night Terror because of his fear, but now looking at him, she couldn't help but feel sorry the lonely Phobos.

With a determined look, Lucy stood up from her barstool.

"I'm going to talk to him," she told the Strauss sisters.

Mirajane and Lisanna looked at each in slight concern.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Lisanna asked.

Mirajane nodded, "It takes a while to get used to his magic. It can be quite overwhelming."

Lucy smiled confidently, "I'm sure I can handle it," she declared before walking over to him.

The Strauss sisters watched Lucy leave, not expecting somebody willing to talk to Night Terror in a short period of time. Lisanna giggled catching her sister's attention.

"What's so funny," Mirajane.

Lisanna showed her a teasing grin, "Oh nothing. You just have to be careful that she doesn't steal Night away from you."

Mirajane pouted in anger, "It's not like that," she denied turning her head away in annoyance.

She glanced in Night Terror's direction and saw that he has offered her a seat at the table. She turned back to Lisanna with a worried expression.

"She won't actually steal him, will she?" she nervously asked.

Lisanna just rolled her eyes.

Night Terror placed his teacup onto his saucer and looked out onto the guild. He had claimed this table years ago as it had the perfect view of the entire hall. He saw that everybody was safe and happy and hummed in relief. If they were happy, he was happy.

He told Mhaighstir Makarov about the bandits and how he handed them to the authorities. They were fine although a bit shaken up. They'll definitely be having nightmares for a couple of days…weeks… maybe months.

He only wished he'd been aware of the new member. He didn't have make a good first impression (although it was quite hard for him to give off any other sort of impression). He did try to ask Mhaighstir for her name, but he just told him to ask her himself.

'I should really apologise to her,' Night Terror thought, feeling bad for accidently scaring her, 'I must have better control.'

"Hi, my name is Lucy," a preppy voice caught his attention.

Night Terror slowly looked up to meet the teenager he scared earlier giving him a welcoming smile. He was quite surprised that she has the confidence to walk up to him.

Night Terror stood up to his fall height, easily towering over the teenager who gave an uneasy look at the height difference.

He nodded his head, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lucy," he greeted in his dark, emotionless voice, "I must apologise for scaring you. I was unaware of a new member."

Lucy shook of her uneasy look and smiled again.

"It's fine," she waved off.

A moment of silence fell between the two.

Lucy was trying to think of what to say to him. She was much more confident earlier, but now that he shadowed her, Lucy couldn't help but intimidated.

Night Terror was trying his best to communicate as well. He wasn't the best at speaking to people, especially ones he didn't want to scare away. He glanced at the chair on his table and motioned his hand towards it.

"Would you care to sit with me, Miss Lucy," he asked politely.

Lucy nodded and took the seat across from him.

From seemingly nowhere, a floral patterned teacup appeared on the table in front of Lucy. Using his clawed hand, he poured tea into her cup and nudged the milk jug towards her.

"I must say, not many are brave enough to approach me, Miss Lucy. Your curiosity must outweigh your internal instincts," he said as he sat down and poured himself another cup of tea.

Lucy looked up at him, "Thanks, I guess. I actually was wondering if I can ask you some questions?"

"Of course."

"Great! What happened when you walked in? It looked like nobody was paying attention to you," Lucy asked with a tilt of her head.

Night Terror hummed, "That will be my Dall Ri Eagal or Blind to Fear. It is a technique Phobos can use in populated places so we can move around freely without frightening people or drawing attention."

"Wow! So, you like invisible?" Lucy asked taking a sip of her tea.

"No," Night Terror plainly said, "people can still see us. The Dall Ri Eagal just makes the person not want to see us."

Lucy furrowed her brow in confusion, "How does that work?"

Night Terror ponded for a moment, trying his best to word his explanation.

"Well…have you ever seen a scary film?"

Lucy nodded her head.

"Whenever an intense or frightening part comes, have you ever held you hands over your eyes?"

Lucy nodded again, although much sheepishly.

"The Dall Ri Eagal is similar. It influences the person to turn away from the Phobos and pretend we weren't there, because how can you be scared of something if you don't know if it's there. We become unnoticeable a part of the background," he leaned back in his chair, "Of course, there are some drawbacks. It doesn't really work well in enclosed spaces as you probably observed as I walked in. People become too influenced and start acting over cautious. It also doesn't work if the person knows we are there in the first place," he explained.

'Huh, kind of like the charm spell that Bora creep was using back in Hargeon,' Lucy thought, recounting her run in with that guy posing as the Salamander.

"Forgive me for being so frank, Miss Lucy," Night Terror said, bringing Lucy out of her thoughts, "but why are you talking to me? Most new members tend to not acknowledge my presence or feel the need to be hostile to me."

Lucy frowned slightly at what he said.

"Well…err…" she stuttered; she didn't want to seem like she was forced to talk to him, "I was just…curious. I've read a lot about the Phobos Clan, but they don't go into my detail."

"I see," Night Terror said.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Nobody has really taken an interest in the Phobos Clan. Most people still think they are a myth.

'I guess we are a myth now,' he thought gravelly.

'Damn it, Lucy! He probably doesn't want to talk about it,' the blond teen scolded herself.

"Sorry for bothering you," Lucy apologised, preparing to get up from her chair, "I'll just g-"

"You are not bothering me," Night Terror interrupted, "please ask any question you desire. But I hope you understand that I can't answer all of them. There is a reason why the Phobos have remained a secret for millennia."

A brief look of surprise crossed Lucy's face before she took her seat.

"Ok, um… where to start," she mumbled to herself.

She watched Night Terror take another sip of his tea. Not only noting that he daintily lifted his little finger…claw…whatever as he took a sip, but also how the tea seemed to enter the darkness of his hood rather then any mouth. That's when she remembered something from her history book.

"So, you're a Night Terror, right?" she asked.

"That is correct. In my language we call ourselves Dorchades."

"Dor-chae-des?" Lucy tried to pronounce.

"No, no. Dò-rò-che-des. You have to hiss the -ch bit," Night Terror explained.

(A.N For those who care, the word is phonetically spelt like this: dɔrɔxədəs. The syllables are split up like this: dɔ-rɔ-xə-dəs. The -ch is pronounced like in the word Loch. It's very hard to explain without speaking to you.)

"Sorry," Lucy apologised sheepishly, "well, I read that you wear masks. Why is that and shouldn't you have a one?"

Lucy wished she didn't ask that.

Night Terror's lowered his head slightly. If she didn't know any better, he seemed…upset.

"Indeed, we do wear masks. They are important when practising our fear magic as they hold as symbolic and practical role," he answered, "They are symbolic in the way that it demonstrates our devotion and sacrifice to our cause. As we wear our masks, we separate ourselves from what makes us human and become the embodiments of fear. They also symbolise the effects of fear. Just like the Great Fears hid the faces in shame, we too must remember that fear has devastating consequences if used wrongly."

Lucy nodded in interest, "And it has practical uses?"

"Yes. When people are scared, they look for familiarity in order to make sense of their surroundings. If we did not wear the masks, the Olc will be less scared of us since we look like another human. And since we need to be as frightening as possible for our fear magic to work effectively, we don our Aodach."

"Sorry, what were those two words?" Lucy inquired.

"Olc is our word for those who commit evil deeds, while Aodach means our clothing," he explained, making Lucy nod in understanding, "As you can probably tell this, becomes problematic when we encounter the Neo-chiontach, our word for the innocent people. Since we are encouraged to be careful with our fear magic around the Neo-chiontach, we try other ways of showing we are not a threat."

"Oh, I see, so that's why you are using this floral-patterned tea set. So, guild members will be less intimidated of you," Lucy said in realising, looking at her own cup.

"Actually, I just like this tea set. I think it's pretty," he corrected, taking another sip from his cup as Lucy sweat dropped.

As to why I don't wear my Masg Dorchadas, Mask of the Night Terror," Night Terror sighed sadly, "I…I was not deemed ready to become a Night Terror by the Mhaighstir, sorry I mean master. Before I could complete my training…the disaster happened," he explained keeping his head lowered.

Lucy sat in silence. It was obvious he was still grieving the lost of his Clan. She didn't want to ask him about it as it was really none of her business.

Before she could say anything, Night Terror's head snapped upwards surprising her. He seemed to be looking out of the guild and into Magnolia. She heard him give out a low growl before he muttered something in Timourin.

Night Terror stood up abruptly and look down at her.

"My apologies, Miss Lucy, but I need to leave. We have to save our conversation for another time," he apologised, nodding his head at Lucy.

"It's fine, thanks for the talk," she said as he began to leave.

Night Terror stopped suddenly and looked back at her. He lifted his arm out of his robe and presented her with a book in his armoured hand. The book was about the size of a normal hardback book, bound in brown leather and it didn't have a title. She took the book and looked at it curiously.

"I have been translating some of my texts I recovered from the Phobos into your language, hoping that someday I will pass on its knowledge. Please read at your leisure. It should cover some of the topics about the Phobos Clan you would like to know. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask."

And with that Night Terror took off. Once outside, he called up his shadow horse and rode away.

Lucy, who watched him leave, turned to the book in her hands. She loved reading and since this was information hardly anybody knew about, she was more than eager to learn it. Flicking to the first page, Lucy began to keenly read the story of the Five Brothers.

Meanwhile at the bar, Mirajane watched the exchange with a hollow smile on her face.

'Oh, he gave her a present. That's nice. And they only met a couple of minutes ago. That's also nice' she thought in fake pleasant tone as a satanic aura radiated from her.

A member of the guild made the mistake of walking up to her, "Hey Mira, can I-"

"Not now," she growled demonically at the guild member, sharply turning her head towards him.

The guild member gulped as he saw her furious expression and wisely backed away.

Mirajane turned away again, her face now returned to her fake smile, but the deadly aura remained.

Another person at the bar had been watching the conversation with an annoyed scowl. Turning away from the reading Lucy, she drank her beer in one gulp to calm her anger growing inside her.

Streets of Magnolia

The day was coming to an end and night was beginning to roll in.

Night Terror walked down the streets of Magnolia using his Dall Ri Eagal to blend into the crowd. He sensed the fear of a Neo-chiontach just outside the town and he had to deal with it quickly.

As a Night Terror, he could sense the types of fear of living creatures. Fear can form two categories: external fears (i.e your instincts, flight or fight, common sense or anything that requires immediate attention) and internal fears (i.e phobias, trauma, things that have scarred people in their life).

Night Terror sensed a sudden spike in the external fear category. Surprise, loss, and fear for life. These often indicate a robbery taking place which meant he had quickly ride off. After he had dealt with the robbers, Night Terror decided to walk back to Magnolia.

'It was rather nice for somebody to talk to me, especially someone very new. Her courage must be a sign of great power," he thought to himself, passing by the little shops starting to close for the night.

'I should probably thank her, but how?' he pondered.

He stopped to look around the shops, 'Maybe a present.'

His eyes landed on a particular shop which still looked to be open. Night Terror smiled from under his hood.

'Perfect.'

Fairy Tail

The guild members were beginning to filter out for the night.

Lucy was still sat at the table reading the book Night Terror gave her. It was a book of small stories which have been all handwritten with some drawings.

Lucy read about how the Phobos Clan came to be, how a Faceless One invented the Death Scream, how a Beast was able to stop a war family feud by turning herself into a raven and, interestingly enough, a recipe on how to make the best beef stew.

The blond teen absorbed all this knowledge hungrily. She had so many questions that she couldn't wait to ask Night Terror the next time she saw him.

"Good night, Lucy. See you tomorrow," the voice of Natsu called out to her.

She jumped at the voice, noticing how the guild was almost empty. She saw Natsu and Happy walking out the door, going back home for the night and ran after them.

"Wait a minute!" she called out as she caught up to them.

"Yeah, what's up?" Natsu asked.

Lucy clutched the book in her hands, "I was wondering if you know anything about Night Terror?"

"Who?" Natsu asked in confusion.

"The guild member," she clarified.

Natsu gave her a blank look.

"Tall, wears a black robe, been at the guild for seven years."

Natsu still looked at her with a blank look.

"I think she means that scary guy who sits in the corner all day?" Happy piped up cheerly.

"Oh, right him," Natsu said in realisation, causing Lucy to sigh, "what about him?"

Lucy frowned in concern, "I just want to know your opinion on him?"

Natsu and Happy thought for a moment, "Well, he's not very powerful," Natsu answered, "I don't think he's an S Class or anything. He's…alright I suppose."

"I don't know what I was expecting," Lucy groaned as the mages and cat walked along the canal.

"Maybe, he's actually an evil mage who's biding his time to take over the guild," Happy suggested jokingly.

"And if he was, we'll just show him how we do things in Fairy Tail!" Natsu shouted energetically, slamming his fist into his open palm causing small flames to shoot out.

"I really doubt that," Lucy sighed.

"I don't know, Lucy. He looks pretty evil," Happy commented, "I can only imagine the creepy stuff he is doing right now."

Ms. Dean's Gift Emporium

"Excuse me, madam," a dark voice caught the shop owner's attention.

Ms. Dean looked up from her till to address the customer.

"Yes, how can I-" she trailed off as she took in the sight of Night Terror.

The middle age shop owner shivered and stared wide eyed in fear of the robed customer.

"I was wondering if I can get your opinion?" Night Terror continued, ignoring her shocked expressions.

Ms. Dean nodded her head slowly.

"Which of these cards would be suited for a work colleague," he revealed his left armoured arm to show he was holding a white thank you card with images of kittens playing on it between his clawed fingers, "the one that just says, 'Thank You' on it…" he then revealed his right hand to show a blue thank you card with a bouquet of flowers on it, "or the one that says 'Thanks A Bunch'. Personally, I prefer the kitten one, but I feel the title is too plain. What do you think?"

Ms. Dean stared at Night Terror for a full minute, trying to see if he was joking or not. Night Terror just waited patiently for her answer.

"If you get the kitten one, you can write your own personal message in it," she replied in a slight daze.

Night Terror looked down at the kitten card and nodded.

"Excellent, I will take this one, please. You have a wonderful shop, Ms. Dean," Night Terror said placing the card he wanted to buy on the counter.

Ms. Dean nodded frantically, still visibly shaking in nervousness.

"T-t-thank y-you," Ms. Dean stuttered as she rang up the thank you card.

So sorry that this took so long. I been trying to write this chapter for three days now as I kept rewriting parts.

This chapter was inspired by TheWhiteTitan's story 'The Demon Fox of Fairy Tail' (because I am very lazy writer) but I obviously put my own spin into it.

Also Night Terror speaks in bold to highlight the dark, deep voice. I wanted to experiment with it, but if you think its hard to read or doesn't look good, please P.M and I will edit it.

I hope you enjoyed it. We delved into the life of Night Terror and his role in the guild. I even explained some parts of the Phobos Clan, like the masks. I hope to expand the Phobos mythology in the next chapter.

Thanks for the support :)

Next Time: Lucy's goes on a job with Night Terror.