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First of all- Happy Easter to everyone! Hope you have lots of fun today one way or another!
Second- I would like to say a MASSIVE Thank you to everyone, who has given this story a try! As I wrote in my profile, this is my first stroy after 4 years, so it's not very great but I think it's coming along...somehow...
Anyways, here is another chapter after a lot of trials (more than half got deleted, when I wanted to save because my internet connection disappeared- always copy your text!) and I hope that you'll enjoy it!
Evergreen watched the retreating shores of Fiore Kingdom, burning every detail of it in her mind, starting from the tall buildings and fisherman preparing their nets, ending with families, who had come to the pier to wave goodbyes to their loved ones. She didn't know why her heart raced as the shore thinned until it disappeared behind the horizon, leaving her alone with the wide blue and everything that she felt. The moment, Evergreen lost sight of the land, her emotions swirled out of control, coursing through her thoughts, her veins, the very core of her heart. Her fear and anxiety of the unknown felt so raw, she felt sick. Bickslow was just in time to catch the falling woman as her knees gave out. The Seith mage observed as his companion was drawing short, ragged breaths.
-Hey, Eva.- he said gently, trying to coax her back to reality, since Evergreen's senses were dulled by fear. Suddenly a warm breeze covered them both and Bickslow glanced over his shoulder to see Amelia standing just a few steps away. A shocked Freed was trying on his knees watching the woman as her eyes glowed a soft purple, the breeze slowly blowing strands of her long hair, covering her face, but not the eyes. At that moment, it was all Bickslow could see- her eyes. He felt as if the soft gaze would peer into every corner of his soul, pulling him, inviting him, wrapping him in emotions and soft feelings he couldn't even name. A sharp sting on his right cheek made him snap out of his trance.
-Bickslow, are you alright?- Evergreen asked worried, making the Seith mage wince. Why did she had to be so loud sometimes? He rubbed his head, which felt like made from iron. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Bickslow wondered, if Gajeel felt this heavy headed all the time.
-Yeah, I'm fine. Man, what happened?- he asked, realizing that he was, in fact, sprawled on the ground, with Freed holding him up.
-I'm so sorry, I didn't think it would affect so much.- Amelia said, kneeling next to him.
-Yeah, I didn't think your magic is so potent either.- he answered while slowly sitting up.
-That's only because of my soul weapon. It always get's a little too excited and attempts to reach everyone around. As a fellow soul mage, it's no wonder it affected you stronger.- Amelia calmly explained, although her eyes kept scanning the Seith mage with worry, as if, he would turn into air any second.
-That so? Wait, did you just said that you have a Soul weapon? Isn't that like a super rare ability? Hell, I don't even know how to create one!-the Seith said shocked.
-What is a Soul weapon?-Evergreen asked as confused as Freed, which came as a surprise since the man was close to Levy, when it came to knowledge.
-Why are you surprised? I told you that I have one the very first day we met.-Amelia replied surprised that they haven't remembered that.
The Thunder God Legion exchanged confused glances and shrugged. They really couldn't remember the piece of information.
-I told you after Erza asked me about my offensive magic.- Amelia replied with irritation in her voice. Were really all Fairy Tail mages so dense?
-O, I remember now! You did mention that, but I didn't pay attention since I didn't know what it is.- Evergreen said and the other two nodded in agreement. The soul mage could only sight. While she loved her friends, sometimes they could drive even a Zen Master up the wall.
-Right, well, let me explain to you than, what is a Soul weapon and why it is so hard to get one.-
-I've heard that the Soul weapons have a mind of their own and pick an owner themselves.- Bickslow stated.
-Yes and no. While it is true that they have a mind of their own, it is not true that they choose a owner. A Soul weapon can only be obtained by creating one by splitting a shard of your own soul. It is a long and painful process. you need to have an excellent concentration since one mistake can cripple your soul, mind and body. It took me two years to achieve it in a cave on top of the mountains of Nama.-
-So, the Soul weapon is actually a part of your soul? That's creepy!- Evergreen said, hugging herself to suppress the shivers.
-Why did you do it? There has to be a reason why would someone would take such measures, knowing the risks.- Freed asked.
-Always the sharp one! I did it to save my small sister.- Amelia answered with a gentle smile. For a moment she thought, she heard crickets chirping. Her smile didn't fade as Amelia watched the Thunder God Tribe change expressions, when they realized what she just had said.
-EH?- three shouts were heard across the ship.
-You have a small sister? What the hell, why didn't you tell us?- Bickslow almsot shouted her face. In a second, the trio shot a hundred questions towards Amelia. All it took was to release her magic power, the not-so-calm side of it, for the trio to calm down.
-She decided to travel the world a little more. We contact through lacrima sometimes and maybe we will meet her in Minstrel since, last we spoke, Nicole told me that she is Bosco.-
One by one the four of them asked their questions about the Soul weapon and her little sister, gradually moving to other topics, about the Thunder God tribe themselves, about the war and, somewhere, the conversation had moved to Laxus, the banned Fairy Tail member, about whom Amelia didn't know anything. She allowed the trio to talk and simply relaxed against the ships railing, listening at the sounds of the sea and her friend barter. She even ignored her stalker, who still hadn't given up and was carefully observing them from his safe hideout, behind fishing crates. Well, at least, he thought that it was safe, until deep, brown eyes gazed at his direction. The man was covered in cold sweat as small, purplish linings run through her iris. She saw him, or rather, saw his soul squirming under the hard gaze. Understanding the warning, Doranbolt scooted away from his hideout and teleported from the ship, thankful that she had finally given him a reason to leave.
-You ok, Soul? Where are ya' gazing at?-Bickslow asked, tongue hanging out as usual. It really was a mystery how he was able to talk with his tongue constantly licking air.
-O, just a bug, but it's ok, it seems it has left. Anyway, I think we should get some rest, there will be not much time, when we will arrive at Minstrel.- she answered and got up. The Thunder God tribe only now noticed that the sun had long since set and the sky was wrapped in a starry dress, with the moon shining brightly and not even a single cloud as far as the eye could reach.
-You go, I will stay a bit longer.- Freed said with a sad expression. Amelia had realized earlier how much Laxus meant to him and gave him a gentle smile, since sympathy was all she had to give. With a soft goodnight, she entered her room and dropped in the hard bed. There was no point of changing since her mind was turning wheels about the possibilities in Minstrel.
When the morning came, the four Fairy Tail mages stood tall at the front of the ship, watching with determination the approaching coast.
-Let's get those bastards Fairy Tail style!- Bickslow shouted and his companions grinned. They had decided to show their enemy that no one makes light of Fairy Tail!