Standing in the hall of fame

And the world's gonna know your name

'Cause you burn with the brightest flame

And the world's gonna know your name

And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame

I walk down the street that leads to the station. Doranbolt told me the best course of action is to take the train to Era. As I walk down the streets, more people begin to mumblings about me and pointing at me. Literally people straight up in my face talking bad about me. Man, some people have no shame.

I mean, yeah, I'm getting used to it by now, but this is going a little overboard. What I'm wearing really is no help either. At least I don't look as crazy as I did before. Doranbolt told me that if I'm going to the Magic Consul, I need to look presentable. After a much needed bath and hair brushing, he gave me some clothes. Where he got them or how is outside my knowledge, and I have no desire to find out.

I wear a blue tank top with a white jacket over it. My shorts is the same lighter blue color as the shirt and reach just over my knees I have a black belt on with it that has a white trimming. I have black knee high boots that complete the outfit. Though I prefer black and white this was the closest thing he had and I wasn't complaining

My icey blue, crystal prism earring still in my left ear. My hair let down, now it reaches mid thigh. I never plan to cut my hair only when it touched the ground in a high ponytail. (A/N: Her figure is like Celia, but is a bit shorter, But just a cm taller than Wendy). I make sure my bangs still cover my right eye, the black one. People already think I look like a freak, showing them my pale blue one,- which is an extreme contrast from my black, left one. If they saw both, they'd go bat shit crazy.

I finally reach the train station after what seems like forever. I put my hand in my pocket, fingering the jewels Doranbolt gave me. I step onto the platform and walked towards the ticket station, receiving a few glares in the process.

"Hello, can I have a ticket to Era," I ask the blue hair man behind the desk. His usual, greeting smile is gone the moment he lays eyes on my. He talks a step back in shock and forces a very frightened looking smile.

"U-um, yes. H-here you go," he says as he hand me the tickets with his shaking hands. Sometime I wonder why they don't like me, or are scared of me. Is it because of my unnatural appearance or because they just don't like people that don't look like them.

If that is true, then why don't they treat people with pink or green or red hair differently, why only me? So what my hair is divided perfectly, or my right eye is so pale it looks like I'm blind; I'm still human. Okay, okay, I'm not human, though I do look like them. I was pulled out of my thought when I felt something hit my head.

I turn around with my poker face only to see a boy who seems to be about fifteen with brown hair and wide, honey eyes staring at me. Once we make eye contact, he looks away. One of his arms are stretched out in front of a girl, no more than seven, who was on the verge of tears.

"Why did you do that, do you want to be cursed?" the boy says to the shaking girl.

"B-B-But she looks like a witch. We need to get r-r-rid of her," the girl stutter to boy.

I wonder why? I turn back to the counter dude and take my ticket, placing the money on the counter and a quick 'thank you' A man says that the train is about to leave, so I hurried to catch it.

I rush to the train, taking a seat on the empty train compartment; seeing as though it was left for me. ' Why?' is the only thing in my thoughts

' Why do they treat me so differently, I don't want to become used to this type of treatment. I'll find a way for them to appreciate me more. That it. I'll find a job that I can do and get some more people to like me, even though I don't like the idea, it the only choice.'

I fish in the small book bag Doranbolt gave me- he was really willing to help me, I'm going need to pay him back- and get out a box of pocky and music play. I play the next song on the device, stick in my earbuds, and eat the snack.

The feeling of someone poking me wakes me from my light slumber. I open my eyes to see a little girl sitting next to me. She give me a cheeky grin and says, "I like you hair, miss."

I blink at the girl, trying to wake myself up from the dream I must be having. There's only a handful of people that would willingly come near me, much less converse with me. Now suddenly this little girl, maybe about six, is complimenting my hair.

"Uh, thank you," I reply once I notice that I'm no longer sleeping. "I like your cowgirl hat." Her purple eyes seem to sparkle at the complement. She touches the orange hat that's atop of her dark green hair, which is in a braid down her back.

"Thank you," she replied. "Mama and Papa gave it to me on my birthday."

"That's nice," I says and she nods and begins to look around the cart. I also inspect the vacant cart. I listen closely, but the only ones on the train are us two.

"Let's go now, the train has stopped," I say getting off the seat and taking the girl's hand in mine. "Where are you parents, they were with you, right?"

"Mhmm."

"Why aren't you with them then?"

"I wanted to explore!"

I shake my head at the little girl. Did she really want to get lost or kidnapped? We walk out of the train and into the bustling area of the station. People walking to and from places, trying to get to their desired destination.

"Let's play a game," I suggest to the girl. "When you spot either your mom or dad, you point them out to me and call out to them"

"Okay!" she exclaims and starts to look at the people, searching for her parents. The determined look on her face makes me giggle a bit. I also search the crowd for anyone that may resemble the girl.

A group of men walk with each other, all of them screaming 'wild'. There's a white-haired man walking beside a pink-haired lady as she talks about the benefits of love. A women in a frilly pink dress holding a large wooden box ask people for directions. Even with so many people around, none of them give off any hint of resembles to the little girl.

"Attention travelers," a voice says from over the intercom. "We have a report for a lost child. Repeat, a lost child. Her name is Asuka Connell and is five years old. She is wearing a orange cowgirl hat and pink shirt…"

My gaze falls into the girl and look her over. Sure enough, she fits the description to a t.

"Are you Asuka?" I ask her.

"Yup!" she says joyfully. "But I'm five and a half."

"If you find this child," the voice continues, "please return her to her parents at the information desk."

I begin to walk in the direction of the information desk and Asuka follows. She skips along side me, almost like this is a trip and she's perfectly fine with a stranger. She talks to me about how her parents are the best shooters in all of Fiore and how she can hit a target straight in the middle without looking. "Mama and Papa are so cool," she says. "We're in a guild, too. We belong to Fa-"

"Asuka!" a voice calls out, interrupting the girl. I look up to see a woman with long green hair and a similar hat to the girl's. She rushes towards us and steals the girl from my hand. "Asuka, baby, we were so worried."

I look at the lady, who I assume is Asuka's mother, embrace the child in a loving a hug. A men with a poncho and black hair walks in our direction calmly with a smile and sigh of relief. "You think you can just run off and leave your ol' man behind?" he playfully questions Asuka. He pushes the hat further down on her head, blinding the child.

"Thank you for taking care of Asuka and returning her to us," the father says to me without the slightest bit of hesitation. I'm surprised they seem so carefree about me being with her daughter, but they're probably going to ask her later if I hurted her.

"No problem, if it wasn't for her I would have still been on the train," I say with a shrug.

"Mama, Papa," the girl says once she's freed from her mother's hold. "Isn't Onee-chan's hair pretty?" The question makes me bite my lip at the two adults inspect me closely. I wait for their faces to morph into fright or disgust.

But they don't. They both smile at me warmly. "Her hair is quite nice," the greenette says and the dad nods in agreement. "Anywho, thank ya for returning our darlin' Asuka back, sorry is she was a hassle."

I wave my hand in dismissal. "No, no problem at all. You're welcome." I try to give them a convincing smile. "I'll be off now."

They wave, say thank you one last time, before turning around and going the other direction. As I walk away I hear the man say, "This is why you need to take her to the bathroom, Bisca," before leaving earshot.

I sigh as I make my way towards the exit. I envy Asuka, having such loving parents. I never did meet my mother, which an odd thing for most. Even though one's mother is usually the first person they see, I have no clear memory of her. My father left me about two years ago. I do have many memories of him, both good and bad. He was a loving father, although he was someone people would find unfitting to raise a child. For my father was none other than the fallen angel Lucifer.

Since he was both angel and devil, I began the living incarnation of his power. I represent both side with not only my appearance, but my powers. He taught me Holy Angel magic and Devil's Darkness, although I try to use the former when I need. He left me long before I mastered Devil's Darkness, so I try not to use it. It brings out a whole new part of me that I would rather stay hidden.

I sigh and try to focus on the here and now before my thought completely engulf me.I make my way through the crowded streets, back alleys, up the mountain rail, and to the front doors of the Magic Consul Headquarter. I'm stopped by two guards, both holding large spears and wearing deadly glares.

"What business do you have here, little girl?" the one to the left says. He has blonde hair and very thick eyebrows

"I'm here to see Lahar," I state firmly.

The one to the right chuckles at me and makes a 'shoo' guter. "Run along girly, you have no business with him. Beside, you can't just come here without a reason."

"I have a reason, one that doesn't need to be given to two lowly guards given gate duty because they aren't strong enough to hold their own in the line of defense." If I learned anything from my days on the street with Iris, it's that people will always respond to insults. You just need to know how far to go with them; which is the easy part. The hard part is dealing with their reaction and get what you want.

"Why you little brat!" the one to the right shouts, thrusting his spear in my direction, which I easily dodge. He swings it towards me, but I gracefully jump out of the way.

"She's a little girl, can't you stop her?" his partner says. "I don't want to hurt you. Just go back down the path and bring an adult with you."

"But I don't have one that I can rely on," I say. "I need to speak with Lahar, like today, as in, now."

"If you don't have an appointment, you can't go in. If you try to, you're trespassing; if so, then I'm going to defend the HQ. Just because you're a little girl, doesn't mean I will go easy on you." He transforms his large spear into a sword with a look of boredom.

I raise my eyebrow and proceed to enter the building. He swing his sword at me and I gracefully jump afar from the blade. The duo proceed on taking me with er blades, but I dodge each one, still not even breaking a sweat.

Getting bored with me jumping, I stay still. I wait for the man with the spear to come a me. I jump onto the blade, making it sink into the ground. I jump off the weapon and kick the man in the face. He falls to the ground with a thud. His partner, complete shocked, doesn't notice me coming for him next.

"Fist of Holy Light!" I scream, my right fist glowing with a blinding light. I smash my fist into the man's jaw, and he fall to the ground along die his partner. I hear footsteps coming from the hall beyond the the doors. A moment later a man and about a dozen others come barging out of the building.

"What the hell is going on here?" the man in front says. He wears a pair of oval glasses and his hair is in a weird bun/ponytail. His purple eyes fall on me and his face become very confused.

"Lahar?" I ask the man. They all seem to be mentally questioning why to guards are on the ground and a girl is standing confronting them asking for their upperlink.

"Yes, and what business do you have with me?"

"I'm here to talk to you about something. I was sent by-" and look back and the guards. "I don't know if I should be saying any of this in front of them."

"State your business, I don't have time to be standing out here while a child picks fights with the guards."

I take a deep breath and continue. "I had a run in with a 'retired' member of the Magic Consul, Doranbolt Gryder. He tol-"

"Doranbolt?" Lahar question, as if he doesn't believe the words I say.

"Yeah, him." I bend over and open the bag I placed at my feet. Some of the guards shift, as if preparing to fight. Lahar outstretches his arm, signalling for them to stay still.

I take out an aqua, sphere shaped lacrima and walk over to the Lahar. I hold out the stone to him.

"Lahar," a soldier says behind him. "You can't pos-"

"Silence," Lahar says.

He take the lacrima from me and and taps it. Without a second of delay, Doranbolt voice can be heard. "Hey, Lahar, it's me. Uh… how do I even say anything after all this time. Well..this isn't about us, it's about this girl named Rin, who gave you this message. She is looking for a job and I sent her here. She may look small and dainty, but she is strong, so don't underestimate her. Help her out, she really needs it. Well, that's it I guess. I owe you a drink sometime, just get me on my good day."

Everyone is silent for some time after the recording finishes. After what seems like an entry Lahar looks up from the lacrima and says, "So you want a job from the Council?"

I walk into the town where I'm suppose to met the person that sent the Magic Consul the request Lahar gave to me. I arrive at town it to tell you the truth it looks like a ghost town. No, that's rude to all ghost town across Fiore. At least those towns are completely empty. This place, how ever, has dead body here and there along with what I think is blood and bones scattered across the ground.

Yes, when they said he was a psychopath who torturing innocent people, I thought I can use this to my advantage to win some hearts, but I am starting to doubt my ability.

"Fufufufu," I hear a person say. I stop and start focusing on the sound. 'Behind ,' I think as I turn around at lightning speed, lifting my foot to kick the side of the figure coming towards me. He almost completely dodged me, but my foot is still able to find its way to his side

"Fufufu, not bad for a little girl," old man says as he starts taking a strange stance. He is bald with beard dyed in blood. His grey eyes are bloodshot and his toothy smile reveals nothing but chipped and yellow teeth. His clothes are ragged and stained with blood. "Shroot" He says.

At once I move out of the way, going back instead of right or left. The spot where I once was standing was now covered in vines stained red. I know this type of magic, I've read about it before.

"Holy Light Ray," I say to him. A white beam shot out towards him. I don't see if it had taken effect when I suddenly feel a blade run over my stomach.

"H-how" I say weakly. He has a triumph smirk on his face.

"Oh it simple my dear," he says with fake sympathy, " it is really simple. I just took advantage of my opponent being a kid. Really they send soldiers, knights, mages, the best of the best, then a child, I wonder if they are taking me lightly. Oh well, I'll just have to kill you so they can send better," he says with a wicked smile plastered on his face.

I take the chance to jump back but stagger a bit and hold onto my stomach. ' This isn't good, it will start to take control,' I think as I look for an opening or a way out.

"Shroot," he says

Suddenly I can't move. I look down to my feet to see vines stained red holding them down as they stayed attached to the earth. I could easily turn into a shadow, but the consequences of him escaping and hurting people would backfire on my part.

I bend over and turn the ground black that has blanketed my feet into rubble. With my feet know free, I run to attack him, ignoring the raw pain flaring from my abdomin. "Wing of the Angel!" I shout. A cross my arms and two blades of light go hurtling towards the man.

They were too fast for him and he is knocked down from the attack. He rolls some meters back with a groan. He pushes himself off the ground and looks at me with a smirk. "I guess you're not completely useless. I will like to hear you scream before I kill you though. And I'm going to have fun doing it!"

Right. jump. punch. sidekick. We started with hand to hand combat. At least I thought we did before he started using a weapon that had sliced my abdomin.

I cough up blood, the blow from his last attack truly beginning to take its full effect. I can't keep this up any longer, I'm going to have to change my attacks. Even if it means losing control.

I stubble to my feet and I'm a bit wobbly once I'm fully standing. The man laughs at my weakness, but I give him little attention. I take a deep breath and focusing on my surroundings.

I can hear the earth below me and the winds above me. "What, are you giving up, heh and here I thought you would put up a good fight. Guess I was wrong I'll hurry up and finish this so I could go and have more fun, " I hear him say.

"Holy Angel's Voice." Rings of enlarging light leave my mouth heading towards the man. I can see my hair as it flies along with it.

He looks astonished before he calms down and smirks. "Vines of defense" he says a wall of vine climb out of the ground and starts to wrap around themselves in a shield.

"Holy Light Ray," I say to him as a ray of white shining light flies straight toward him. He let his guard down before he left his wall weak. He was directly hit, and I was glad things were in my favor, again.

"Double," I hear him whisper, I swear I must thank these super hearing ears of mine. I was making sure to stay aware of what was happening. All of a sudden there were two of him.

"Huh?" I say slightly confused and, quite frankly, scared. I mean he looked like really bad before but now he looks like he has only taken half damage. "Ha! you thought you can take me out with that puny spell, think again little girl. I can't be killed that quickly," he says like he just won the battle.

Let me out…..let me out….let me...kill..him. I could hear the voice deep inside of me asking to be let out. She wants to get rid of him the harsh way, but I refuse. I want to quickly kill him or dispose of him, but she wants to torture him in the most agonizing ways possible.

Kill. kill. Let me kill the son of a bitch...kill..scream. Beg. Let me out..Let me kill! I'm fighting to keep her in, but on the outside you might think I'm trembling from the sight of them old men in front of me. I really don't want to, but I can't let her out, but I don't want to, but…..no I can't. I feel my limbs tingling with numbness and my mind getting fuzzy. I try to fight the inevitable transformation.

But it's too late.

"This is going to be easy I just need to-" I blocked whatever he had to say as I feel her escape. The thing that terrifies me about letting her take control, is I'm still seeing what is happening but I'm not doing it. My soul is going to be tinted by the death of another person by my own hands, yet I have no control.

Huh… She doing it again. Her tactics she uses on weakling. She increases her shadow so she looks as if she was testing his will. He started to visibly shake up. I couldn't help but smirk as I witness his cowering body under her/my presence.

Her/My devil wing sprouting from her back, and tail growing which just made me look even more terrifying. I swear if I had control over my body, I would have been laughing hysterically at his face. He looks like he is going to shit himself shitless.

Her/my bat like wings lift her high off the ground with only two strong. She stares down the the quivering man with a deep from. "Devil's Orbs," she says in a voice that if far more menacing than my own. Orange size, black orbs of magic from around her. One by one, the launch towards the man.

The man tries to escape the hurling magic by crawling on his hands on knees. He only go so far before one of her flying, dark masses hits him. He howls in pain when he is thrown by the impact. He lands on his back a few meters away.

He lands on his back and covers his face with his trembling hands. She looks down at him with no mercy as she read her final attack.

"Demon….erase….begin….vanish…..help…...sleep...forever," he muttering a few words in a quivering voice as he takes something out of his back pocket with. I try to warn her of the spell he's casting.

The demon is too arrogant to pay the trembling wizard any attention. "You think a pity spell will harm me, you pathetic human?" she questions with a smirk.

She launches her large mass or darkness at the man as a light shoots from the object he was holding simultaneously. The darkness engulfs the man with his final scream fading into the night. The only thing that escapes is a shred of the original beam of light. The beam hits her.

The small ray of light was far more powerful than it looked, and the devil staggered out of the sky and hit the ground.

I wake up some time later, my devil left me long ago. The bat-like wings are gone and my tail has shorten back into its usual form. I have bruise and scratches covering my body and the clothes Doranbolt gave me are torn. None of this bothers me as much as a mark on me.

There is a dark mark on my left side where the ray hit me, it shaped like a crescent moon. That spell, it sounded weird, like he was cursing me with the 'oh so powerful eternal sleep'...oh how wrong was I.

(Four month later)

I walk the streets of Magnolia, finding a place to rest for the evening. I came here to do one thing, to final join a guild. I never liked the idea of surrounding myself around too many people, but it can't be helped anymore. I need support now more than ever. I've been trying to make it on my own like I've been doing for months now, but it's more difficult than ever with the curse. No matter how much I train, once the curse is activated I am not able to do anything.

I place my hand over my side where my crescent moon mark is. After the battle with that man, I thought everything would be fine. I had enough money to last me about three months and more traveling experience. I didn't give the mark a thought until I was back at the magic consul headquarters.

I was discussing my pay with Lahar when the mark shined a light blue. I didn't remember anything after that. I woke up some time later on a bed and Lahar was by my side in a chair. He explained that the mark on my side was from a curse the psycho wizard casted on me. Usually, it would put the victim in an eternal sleep. This wasn't the case for me since I nullified most of the ray with my own magic. I was left with a condition where I would fall into a deep sleep at random times for no cestant length of time.

At first I thought I could handle this by myself. Whenever the mark glew, it meant I had about sixty seconds before I passed out. By Lahar recommendation, I bought a magic tool that could support me during this time. I bought a white black choker necklaces that would create a cloud-like bed when ever I was under the sleeping spell.

Even though I did keep this up for a few months or so, it wasn't the best. I passed out before in random alleys, shops, and streets. Most of the time someone would call an officer and I would be excorded somewhere. A few times I was pickpocket from, but never truly hurt. The one event that made me make the discussion of finally joining a guild was when I was kidnapped. I easily escaped, but it left an uneasiness that I could never shake off.

I came here to join the guild I heard about for some time, Twilight Orger. It's been a very strong guild and I heard it had high paying request. When I got there, though, I was immediately shunned. I wasn't even able to see the guild master, some random member just gave me the boot. He told me this guild wasn't one for babysitting little girls, or freaks . I left and began searching for a place to spend the night.

It is hard for me to being in this town, it holds too many emotional memories. This is where I first met Iris long ago. She was an orphan and we met during the cherry blossom festival when we were both around ten. She found me crying alone as groups of people walk pass me.

I told her I couldn't find my dad and that I didn't have anyone. She took my hand and lead me to the beautiful scenery of the multiply color flowers. I forgot my worries as she held my hand and talked about the flowers like they were the most interesting things in the whole world.

I stayed with her from then on. She lived in an abandoned house and seemed way more mature for being ten, plus she was several months younger than me. She taught me the ropes of living on the street and how to survive. Although we were nothing more than bothersome kids to others, we were the world to each other.

I shake my head, trying to forget the memories before my emotions turn me into a sobbing mess in the middle of the street. I dug my hand into my black jeans to feel my music player in my pocket, the metal relaxing me.

It has been over a year since losing Iris, but she still plugged my thoughts everyday. I don't want to forget her, but the memories can become too much at times. Maybe I should look for another guild, but I have to wait. When I was at Twilight Ogre, I heard people talking about their plan for the Grand Magic Games.

After asking around, which is an extremely difficult task for me, I learned about the games. Almost all the guilds will be participating, so most of them wouldn't be accepting new members of jobs. I guess I picked the worse time possible to go guild hunting. Maybe I can find some odd jobs until then.

omake

I was truly depressed, no, even depressed can't even describe me now. I was just called a witch, again. I couldn't take it anymore, so I run into an abandoned alley. There i see my worst enemy…a kitten. I can't take it anymore and squeal and ran up to the kitten and started petting it and hugging it and rubbing it until I had an idea.

I grab the kittens front paws before singing. "Cat. I'm a kitty cat… and i dance dance dance. and i dance dance dance." I say putting the kitten into random positions. By the end of our 'dance' i had seen that the kitten had little swirls in it poor eyes.

So i ever so slowly put the kitten on the ground and ran away before it could do any damage screaming. "YOLO" putting my finger into a 'v' sign as in victory, as i ran away from my glory/death.