There was no hint of what had once been in the room END had burned, the air was still thick from such a violent heat. Lucy stood in the centre, sat down on the ashen ground and let herself take in the chaos. This is what she'd spared the world from, mindless and cruel destruction.
It was oddly peaceful, the room violently bare of any life, she'd thought it would leave her in despair, but Lucy had not known what the room once stored so could not grieve for its loss in a way that meant anything true.
It was also all END could do. This was as far as his power stretched here.
Some of the ashes shifted, swirling in mini hurricanes as Lucy sighed, should she repair the room, or leave it be? Would END just destroy whatever she attempted to do in aid of the room or did he not care? Lucy did not want to find out.
It was their first day… here, and she'd already had two threats to her life and a room burnt down. They didn't call her lucky Lucy for nothing.
A moment's more reflection on a very stressful day Lucy pushed herself up with her hand, using her other forearm to propel herself forwards and onto her feet, cringing at all the ash on her hand and clothes. She hoped the bathtubs were good.
The bathroom was the size of a ballroom. Fountains for taps with arches and marble pillars. Lucy couldn't believe it. Had she died and gone to heaven? Was it a dream? Not wanting to wait around in case it was, in fact, a dream and she would soon awaken Lucy set about turning the first tap she saw, which then, in turn, caused the other taps to turn as well.
Hot steamy water flooded the bathroom around her, Lucy supposed there were no climate worries here, otherwise a bathroom for such water waste would not be designed.
Bubbles formed a snowy cover over the water, leading Lucy to believe that some of those tops had been pumping soaps instead.
Dipping the tip of her toe in to check the temperature, afraid of dive-bombing into scalding water. When Lucy deemed it safe she slowly sank herself into the water. Let the foam was the ashes away, she couldn't help the sigh that left her lips, looking up she saw that the ceiling was made entirely of glass, the stars viewable glimmering like flecks of gold in the inky black sky.
The constellations were different from the ones at home. She should have been excited to learn new ones, surely a books somewhere would have something on them. Even if they were just a construct for her and END. But the more she considered it, the less sure she was that this had been made with only her and END in mind.
After all, why would the stars agree to such a request? Let me keep my ex-boyfriend stored away from society because I'm still not over him, so I can't kill him. Yeah, no. It was a very bratish request in the grand scheme of things. The stars liked her, but she doubted it went that far. Lucy was unsure if even her spirits would have trended such waters for her.
Floating in the swimming pool of water Lucy aimlessly traced the stars with her eyes, where were they? Really.
How were Levy and Erza and Plue and Loke and the women she bought her perfumes from and just about every single person Lucy had ever spoken to? She'd never get to know how they were. Makarov could have keeled over and died, she would never know.
Stop it Lucy, you mustn't think like that. She scolded herself. She doubted he was dead and for the rest of her life lucy would assume everyone was getting their happy ever afters.
They deserved that at least.
END was in bed, sprawled between white sheets and twisting and turning in his sleep. Pink hair matted to his forehead in sweat, he looked so small now. Even with his wings and horns, his skin was young and his face was soft.
He was back to that day. And even the sweltering heats of hell was not a candle's flame towards that day.
'Igneel' he murmured urgently, '…save him' another twisted turn for beneath the covers, tangling his limbs more, 'please' END tried to move against the covers, but they only strained him further, fueling his panic, the temperature of the room began to rise, 'no, NO' childlike, and sorrowed, tears rolling gently off his chin.
The wallpaper began to bubble and peel, curing in tears around the wall. If END didn't wake up soon the world would find out if demons would burn.
Hands sealed in welts of fabric END pushed himself up, awake and disoriented and terrified.
It had been a while since he'd had dreams such as these. The air tasted thick on his tongue. The heat didn't bother him, but it was mildly uncomfortable. His clothes felt stuff from the sweat and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat.
Many centuries had passed since igneels death, many more since zerfs and the first set of dragonic and demond wars. He hadn't expected to be thrust into such times after so long. It felt as if time had crumbled.
Whatever it was, it most definitely had something to do with lucys return to his life, and he didn't like it one bit.
She was the destroyer of time, all those centuries of burning such times for nought at the mere sight of her.
What was he to do?
so its been a while. change of plans, I have exams. lots. for the next 7 weeks. then schools over for me until I start my a-levels in September. SO on this weeks break i'll be writing a tad more.
its another short chapter, I know, but with exams this is just so SO much easier.
what do you think of this story so far? how can I improve ? i really really want to hear your thoughts.