So, I've been doing YouTube for 2 years now, and I have more followers on this one story than I do subscribers on my channel. Depressing, kind of. Anyway, I feel really bad 'cause I started writing this back in May. Do you guys see how little time I have now? Anyway, it's summer break now, so I hope to be able to update more now. But who knows if it will turn out as planned.

One thing you guys will need to know for this chapter is what an oxymoron is. I'll try to explain, but Google can do better. It's when you put to opposite words together to create an effect. Boy, all that Shakespeare is paying off. It's like: "cold fire," or "warm snow." Anyway, you'll see why later.

Without anything else to say here, enjoy!

Stars Were Meant For Light; Chapter 15: Chicken and Oranges

Mira's P.O.V

"We're back!"

I turned my head to face the doors as they were kicked opened, smiling at Natsu's antics. There was something about him opening the door that filled the air with more excitement than when anyone else opened the door.

Probably because he started the tradition of kicking open those two doors.

"Ow!"

He also started the tradition of being hit in the head by Erza when kicking open the doors.

"How many times must I tell you: those are doors, not something else that can be replaced easily." She lectured, as Natsu began to slowly pass out.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, before darkness overcame his vision completely. He must've seen a few stars for sure.

"Welcome back, guys!" I happily greeted.

"Thank you, Mirajane." Erza replied, approaching the bar. "Do tell me," She began, "Have you seen Lucy? We stopped by her apartment to tell her we were back, but she wasn't there."

I smiled, "She left on a mission yesterday, while you guys were gone. She was supposed to be back by now, but the master asked Cana to use her magic to find her location. She found Lucy, and the master sent a message for her. Something about a small mission."

Erza blinked. "I see. Do you have any idea when she will return?"

"Personally, no."

Lucy's P.O.V

I had just gotten off the carriage from Fa'nil to Hubb. I paid the carriage man, and was off. It was near eight at night, and I wanted to finish the mission as soon as possible.

So after grabbing a something small to eat and drink – some chicken with some orange juice, which was meant to help keep me awake, but has ended up being spilt all over me, ruining me skirt – I headed for the woods, where the supposed mage is hiding. Gramps never specified, but on my way to the town, I had asked the carriage driver a few questions.

He said he had heard that a thief who used magic hides in the woods, and that he is very powerful. But no matter – I wasn't about to back down from a mission specifically for me.

After some time, I heard an explosion to my left. I looked to where the noise had come from, and saw smoke rising.

This is it, I told myself. That has to be the mage.

The question, though: who are they fighting?

Sting's P.O.V

It had been almost three hours since I began searching for the thief. After following his scent with the cloth the old lady gave me, I found myself near Hubb.

The scent, which had increasingly got stronger, gave me the feeling that I was close to finding the thief – very close. Soon, another scent hit my nose, a scent from at least a mile away.

A strange scent. One of oranges and chicken.

My stomach grumbled. Great, I thought, Now I'm hungry as well. I'm gonna find that thief, and once I'm done with him, find where I can get some food.

After groaning over how long this search was taking, something hit me – literally. Something hard. I heard laughter.

I got up from the ground, and looked at what hit me. It had to have been something very hard.

What I saw was something very far from hard. It was cotton.

"Oh, were you expecting something else? Like, I don't know, a couple o' bricks?"

Looking up, I saw a man wearing a robe, with a hood covering his face. He matched the scent I was following completely.

"I was, actually." I replied. "Are you expecting an easy-to-win fight? 'Cause that's what I'm expecting."

He laughed again. He looked me in the eye. "I know who you are."

"Doesn't everyone?" I questioned.

"You're going to regret using that cocky tone with me, Sting Eucliffe." He put his hand out in front of him. "My oxymorn magic will be the end of you."

I laughed, "Oxymorn? What in the name kind of magic is that?" I continued laughing. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry." He said. "I really should tell you the name of the person who will kill you. That way you can tell this story in Heaven – or, in your case, Hell. I'm Hijazeen."

"You? Kill me? It would be the other way around, but then I'd get a bad rep. So, nobody's gonna die, just you're going to get extremely injured."

Even with his eyes covered by the shadows from his hood, I saw one of them twitch.

"Cold fire!" He yelled into the night sky.

"White dragon: holy breath!" I screamed.

There was a huge explosion when our attacks collided – a light so blinding that you'd expect the area to heat up, but it cooled down.

The smoke cleared, and I saw that the man was unscathed, but the surrounding terrain was not that lucky. Trees were broken, bushes burned, holes in the ground. There was so much damage.

Maybe this guy isn't all talk, I thought to myself.

"Impressive." I said. "But you're still going to lose."

As per usual, he laughed again, "You took the words right out of my mouth." He looked me in the eyes, "It's a shame you won't be able to do that anymore after this."

"Huh?"

He put his hand in front of his body again, "Suffocating air!"

At first nothing happened. Then, the air around me seemed to suddenly cease existing. My eyes widened, and the breath that I had apparently been holding was exhaled. As I went to inhale I was shocked – I couldn't breathe. Or, more so, there was nothing to inhale, causing my lack of breathing.

I began suffocating. The world starting spinning, and my vision slowly began to darken. The only thing I could hear was Hijazeen's voice.

"A whole minute? How are you not out cold yet? How are you not dead?" With what little sight I had, I saw his shocked expression. "No matter," He continued, "You'll be dead soon It's just a matter of wh–"

He was cut off.

But by what? I asked myself. Just then, the air came back to my surroundings and my lungs. My vision began to slowly clear and I saw what had cut him off. Or, more precisely, who.

Soon, I realized that the person was also the source of the smell of chicken and oranges. Their back was facing me and they were wearing all black. Their skin and hair were the only things not black.

I saw them reach for something – something from their front. And then, while they move their arm to their side, they spoke.

"Open; Gate of the Maiden: Virgo!"

I was going to keep going after this, but, you know, I didn't. Oxymorn magic is why I told you guys what an oxymorn is. Basically, Hijazeen can combine to opposite things and create it with his magic. Like Rustyrose, except not as OP.

Also, Hijazeen got his name because Hijazeen is the tribe that my family is from. You know, those Arab tribes from hundreds of years ago.

Another thing, I mentioned my YouTube earlier, and if any of you actually want to help/support me, PM me. I wouldn't bother, though. It's up to you.

That's all for now. Again, sorry for slow updates, but it's summer now!

See ya next time!

~AGuyOnAComputer AKA Peter