~.'Luxas'.~

At first I didn't realize that I had opened my eyes. It was almost totally dark in the room I woke up in. Sitting up I waved a hand in front of my face and I caught a glimpse of light on my fingers. It was coming from behind me. I looked behind me towards the light. I sat corrected: I was in a hall. With no other choices I got up and followed the light. As I walked I hoped that Aiyana didn't do anything else stupid.

~.'Aiyana'.~

I cautiously entered the main cavern. A gorgeous chandelier lit up the empty space. The walls were the second thing I noticed; they were not the same gray stone as the rest of the place. They were white and completely smooth. The only other object in the cavern were cans of paint. Definitely weird. I pushed on; I was determined to find the other two people here and give them hell.

When I reached the center of the cavern two things happened. The first was one of the walls was suddenly covered with a mural. The other was Luxas boldly strolling into the cavern. Well at least I knew who one of the two people were. With how angry I still was I chose to tactfully ignore him. I looked at the mural instead. I walked closer to it and realized that I had seen the blond haired boy, who was repeated everywhere on the wall, before. But where? I looked at the scenes.

The first one was of a small boy riding in a parade. Not one of the blurry faces looked sad or disinterested. The colors were bright and playful. The next scene had warm colors and the same happy people that were in the parade were in what looked like a tavern.

The rest of the scenes steadily grew darker in color and I couldn't tell what was going on. The murky pictures showed that the blond boy was older and had lost the happy glow of the first two pictures. As I followed the story in the mural I saw the boy grow up and become a….a strong mage? The boy was a lightning mage... no he was a dragon slayer. These murals depicted Laxus's life. I vaguely understood what the man, who was now obviously his father, had done to him. I looked back to that section before continuing.

Next I saw the events of Fantasia. No one at the guild really talked about it. I only realized what was being depicted when I saw Laxus fighting Natsu and Gajeel. He's betrayal was suddenly more real to me than the whispers of the guild members ever was.

What the whispers of my guild mates never mentioned was his redemption arc. I saw how much he struggled in the second to last mural. The last mural was of him sitting in the guild surrounded by the Thunder Tribe and talking to Natsu. His face was a mask of annoyance, but underneath it was genuine happiness.

I turned to look at Laxus who now stood next to me. It was his turn to ignore me: he was looking across the room at another mural. This mural took up more than one wall. Surprisingly it took me a moment to realize that it was my life being depicted this time.

It started with a scene I didn't recognize: a battle between dragons and mages. It was the battle that my parents had died in. My father had been a dragon slayer and my mother a healer. She was there purely as back up. They had been horribly outnumbered and she was forced to use her meager attack spells to hold off the advance. Only two dragons on our side made it back barely alive.

My parents had already sent me to live with my mother's extended family so I was well taken care of. The next scene was of the first time I used magic. I was 10 in the year X470.

The roof had been leaking pretty bad for awhile now and we had finally snapped and had decided to fix it. They had all told me to be careful, and I was, but my hands were small and weak at that age.

I fell off the roof and in my panic I screamed, "Elementum aeris invocabo! Virtute cede!"

I landed softly on the ground. In a matter of minutes I was surrounded by my adoptive family having questions flung at me from all sides. Then the matriarch of my family shoved her way through the small crowd of adults and teens. All of my family was older than me.

"What happened child?" she calmly asked.

"I fell, and, and I don't know," I said. She looked at me with a look in her eye that I didn't understand.

"Well if you're not hurt why don't you go get a drink. Why don't we all take a break and go get a drink?" she said with a smile as she looked at all of us.

This picture blended into the next and showed what happened later that day, I was collecting wood and I got curious. I tried saying what I screamed earlier, "Elementum aeris invocabo. Virtute cede." A wind picked up out of no where and pulled green leaves off the tall oak trees. Dust swirled around with the leaves and stung my eyes. Wincing I scrunched my eyes and squinted.

After the wind died down I stood in awe of the person in front of me. He was tall and lean with beautiful gold hair that was constantly ruffled by a nonexistent wind. He wore a lose long tunic in a pale cream. I had never seen such a color before; it was gorgeous. This was the first time I met the spirit of Air.

Of course the mural did not have little text bubbles. But my memory supplied the left out words.

The void was depicted as one color black. Each time I was sent to the void was just a black panel. If you looked close enough you could almost make out faint shapes in the blackness. Next was the Arena. At the bottom the year "X686" was written.

In the beginning I didn't know enough magic to rely only on that. Luckily enough for me we were taught like gladiators. Some basic training then we were thrown to the wolves. I was depicted wielding a battle ax and then magic to become champion two years later when I was twelve.

Back to the void. By now I had mastered my magic. I spent this time in the void mostly sleeping. The scene of me getting my guild mark was labeled X688. I looked 12.

I spent two happy years in the guild. The mural showed me on a mission with my old partner Hadwin. One more year in the void and I was back. 11 months in the dark and I spent three happy years with the guild. My fight with Mavis was shown and then there was my last visit to the void.

The last scene was of me meeting the new guild members. The date at the bottom was X791. I looked over it all again. Here was my life laid out before me. Hundreds of years displayed on two walls.

"Is that really you?" Laxus voice broke the silence.

"Yes. Did your father really do that to you?" I asked. He didn't say anything for a long while, but I heard the soft, "Yes.