Fairy Tail: Origins
Prologue
"Huff. Huff. Huff.." No time to catch her breath, the seemingly young girl ran from the dungeons all the way upstairs. "That God forsaken woman.. She's always out to ruin my damned life." A scowl marred her tan skin, her lips twisted as her electric pink eyes narrowed in annoyance. Ophelia had taken to the prisoner cells for much of that day, finding no joy in merely lounging about the castle grounds like her 'lazy bastard of a mother'. She of course didn't speak those words aloud, though a soft snicker left her as her feet slowed to a brisk walk. One second she had been gutting a slender woman, her hands buried deep within her intestines when that irritating Kize had screamed from the top of the staircase. Blood dripped from her arms as she climbed the lengthy staircase and pushed the crazed lunatic out of the way, his wails following after her as she headed off to meet with the one who'd called for her. Mimicking Kize under her breath, her snarl returned. "'Moldy brat your gorgeous and radiant mother wants you even though I don't know why because I'm too busy staring at her chest to listen to what she has to say. You smell as lovely as the bile of a thousand corpses. If only she'd have drowned you at birth, maybe then she'd love me even though I'm stupid and ugly.' ….Bloody ass wipe of a faggot, I don't know how she can stand the sight of him.." The green haired half-ling said as she neared the main court. Her mumbling had covered the sound of a second pair of footsteps, her own all but halting as someone spoke.
"Perhaps because he's so enamored with me. You could do with a bit more love for your mother, hn?" A rich voice called out behind her, a sigh filled with contempt and aggravation escaping Ophelia as she turned.
"Mother.. what 'fun' I have meeting with you. SO much more than anything else I'd actually like to do, yep. Oh what great thing have you called me for now?" Her sarcasm made the wraith in front of her laugh, the taller and paler female reaching out to pat her on the head before moving past her and into the large room. Instead of telling her right away why Desdemona had called for her, of course the diabolical wraith would leave her daughter guessing. Another sigh left her lips as she followed, her shoulders slumped until finally they stopped at the only throne in the room, Des taking her seat within it. Not sitting, she stood beside the tall throne, her arms crossed against her chest despite the crimson liquid that coated each.
"Unfortunately, no fun shall come from this. Tell me what you've learned from sneaking about, hn? Don't deny it, I know you've been listening to conversations even I haven't had the pleasure of hearing." Rose eyes widened, Ophelia unsure but not overly surprised that she'd been caught. What more could she do? Half the time she was made to sit in her room while the others got jobs. The ruse of 'for her protection' had been in effect since she'd been born it felt like, the half-breed not believing it for a second, though she often obliged her mother anyway. Even if she was denied a loving relationship, Ophelia respected the woman. You simply couldn't say no to her, even if you hated her. Shrugging, she relented and gave her mother her answer.
"About a woman named Verona? And something about that young girl Cynthia. I may have heard something about father being back as well.. Perhaps even.." Stalling, she tapped her chin as if in deep thought. This earned a glowering look from her mother, which made Ophelia laugh inwardly. "Oh fine then. I heard she wiped out an entire town not too long ago. That dragon slayer is having a rather difficult time controlling her urges. Much like that ingrate cousin of mine.. If I had to guess, I'd say that this Verona you're so scared of is a bigger deal than you're letting on. Isn't she? You went off somewhere and last night you muttered her name a few times in your sleep. You never talk in your sleep." She watched carefully, looking for creases or wrinkles, worry lines to mar her mother's face. Though none came. Only a deep frown crawled onto her countenance as she looked away as if she were staring off into the distance. Ophelia didn't have to ask, she already knew the answer. Whatever was going on wasn't a game, not by a long shot.
"Big deal.. I wonder if we really made a mistake all those years ago..." It was barely audible, the whisper that left her ruby red lips. Yet Ophelia heard it, the statement obviously a reflection her mother hadn't meant to voice. Clearing her throat, she rose from her seat and motioned the young hybrid forward, her arms outstretched. " I pray you forgive me, my dearest O. I must ask you to accompany me somewhere." Raising a brow, she took a few steps toward the woman, placing her hands into the upturned palms motioned towards her. A bizarre feeling warmed her chest, though Ophelia continued to wear her typical grimace. Gripping her daughter's hands, Desdemona brought each to her face, pressing her lips against her knuckles before releasing her.
In the background, a screech followed by several bangs followed. Mentally, she grinned as she heard an all too familiar weep along with mumbling and thrashing that could only belong to one melodramatic sociopath. One that happened to hate her and love her mother more than the disgusting gel she was sure he caked into his hair each day. Not noticing that she had been giggling to herself over his despair, Ophelia came back to reality when she felt her hands drop and her mother walk past her, the girl blinking before following after her.
"Oi..! Where are you going?!" She exclaimed as she caught up, not saying anything about the weird moment she'd just shared with the sadistic female. She looked up towards Desdemona's face as she slowed, her steps falling into sync with the other. There had been few times in her life that she saw her mother worry. In fact, she could only remember one just vaguely as a toddler. The cause she couldn't place, but that restricting feeling that contorted her heart was the same as now. Despite her anger and spite towards the woman, she was her mother after all. Not bothering to look in her direction, Desdemona kept walking out of the main hall. Grabbing a cloak from the rack before the front door, she slipped it on before opening said door and heading out, beckoning Ophelia to come with her. "It's time to make a plan about this 'big deal', you so rightly named. We're going to meet with the only person I think can come up with an idea everyone on the council will agree to."
"Council..? Idea.. Agree? Wait?! What are you talking about?!" Ophelia whined as she grabbed her own cloak, similar in color yet a smaller version of her mother's. Quickly, she donned the cloth and hurried after the wraith who was already halfway down the long trail. Shouting after her, the sun kissed half-ling did her best to catch up. "And what do you mean the only person? Who are we going to see?" Desdemona slowed just a moment until they were side by side. She looked down at the younger of the two, a smile painted on her lips though her eyes were tinted with a melancholy sadness that Ophelia was certain she'd never before seen in her entire life. What in the hell was going on now.. In the last few weeks, she'd seen more emotion take hold of her visage than the typical smirk. That alone made the demonic wraith have reason to believe that something more than wrong was going on.
Picking up her steps again, Desdemona blinked a few times before the despairing look left her green orbs. Clutching the cloak tightly, she walked until she reached the edge of the cliff that dropped straight below, the ocean thrashing wildly against the jagged rocks miles beneath them. Faintly, she seemed to answer Ophelia, though the girl couldn't be sure she heard correctly. "The man who should have been your father." Escaped Desdemona's lips, though she was certain her mother hadn't said that. Should have been? Certainly Marde had reminded her time after time that the half wraith/half demon had been a mistake. Shaking her head, she didn't press the matter as she watched her mother freeze the world around them, time standing still for all but the two of them. The grass seemed duller, fading as Ophelia peered at her feet. It was always strange to be caught within the active party of time control when it wasn't her own, though she kept quiet as her mother seemingly parted the sea below them. The water made no sound, no resistance, merely moving as Desdemona waved her hand to the right. A long strip appeared, and so began their descent down the steep cliff, the alteration of time in the air helping their feet stay steady until the two walked through the shift. It wasn't long until a temple Ophelia hadn't known of appeared, her curiosity doubling as she followed her mother inside. Millions of questions filled her mind as they walked further and further inside. Soon, Desdemona would lead her into a small room, of which was completely dark.
It was then that she felt it. Something tugging at the edges of her mind, seemingly pulling at her consciousness. No.. her soul..? Soon the gentle tug became rougher, harsher, until finally.. Ophelia felt her entirety rip apart. The pain was something she'd never experienced before, the strange sensation unwelcomed as she finally felt her eyes open. The room they'd occupied before was different.. and not just because it was not illuminated. The entire situation felt different. Looking around for her mother, she glanced to the front of her to see a gracile figure that.. seemed like her mother, but...
"Mothe..-" A hand lifted and cut her off, the parma violet woman looking back. Her hair was clear, like glass. The eyes that peered back at her were completely black, but the structure of her face told Ophelia that this was indeed Desdemona, only.. different. "Not now, Ophelia. You'll get your answers. What I need now, is for this dear man to give me my own answers. Isn't that right Casimir?" Ophelia blinked a thousand times, her confusion growing as she looked around her mother to see a male sitting on a bed of pillows. Built and sturdy, his face seemed gentle and warm even with the glowering expression he was currently giving the now pale indigo wraith.
"Answers, Mona? I haven't any for you, not now. Did I not say I never wanted to set eyes on ya again? You're always disobeying me aren't ya?" His voice was gruff, but Ophelia suddenly realized something that was so obvious it filled the space around the three. Her mother had lov..-
"You know very well why I'm here, and it isn't to annoy you. I'm sure Elathan told you of Verona's reappearance." Desdemona's words interrupted her train of thought, Ophelia slowly inching to her side to watch the interaction. The tension was obvious, but the underlying emotion that she'd never felt from her mother was there. All the girl could do was feel a mixture of awe and anger, mostly the later seeing as she'd never known such tenderness to fill her mother's tone before. Their eyes were locked on one another, the man and her mother staying still until Ophelia fidgeted the wrong way, causing his gaze to shift.
"This the mutt you had? She's a cute lil' thing ain't she." His smile made the girl even more confused, never having heard such a compliment in her direction before. She frowned, moving behind Des again which caused the one named Casimir to laugh. " Ah hah, I see. I bet she'd enjoy the story as to why this is all going on, ay?" Ophelia felt her mother stiffen, then relax a second later. Glancing from behind her, she looked between the wraith and the male before settling her eyes on her mother.
"You always tell it best.. Don't you, Cas?" She replied softly, an expression of both pain and content washing over Desdemona's face as she moved to the other side of the room, taking a seat on one of the large overfluffed pillows that lay against the wall. Taking that as an okay, the muscular man waved for Ophelia to come closer. Looking at her mother still, Des was still focused on Casimir, her hand lifting momentarily to motion her daughter over to him. Huffing softly, she relented. If the only way she'd get an answer was to amuse this bizarre man, then she'd have to deal with it right? Sitting on a pillow she'd kicked a foot away from his pile, she looked up at him and gave a small nod. "I'm ready.."
His eyes reflected the grin on his face, causing Ophelia to look at him in a different light. Nothing harmful or menacing was in his face. Huh.. strange.. She'd grown up with diabolical people, creatures and humans alike. So being so close to someone pure who didn't want to make her vomit was a little more than strange. It seemed impossible.
"In the beginning you see.. before myself, even before that woman over there. That is, if ya want to call her a woman.." His low tone brought her out of her thoughts as he began, his voice gaining her full attention as he began the lengthy story, Ophelia's questions finally gaining their goal as her mother watched on.
From the beginning of time, Earthland started as a deserted mass. An empty vastland devoid of the green life and vibrancy it now holds today. There was but one being, and in his loneliness, he created three children. The first was to be the most powerful. Carrying much of his own strength and intelligence, the diety gave birth to a daughter who would lead the race known as the wraiths. The second he gave much power as well, only the remainder was much less than his first born. To this son, he would give the legacy of demons, cursed with the disdain he felt from giving such superiority to his first which would ultimately lead their path to darkness. And then was the last, who may have been the weakest, but was the strongest of heart and compassion. Filled with the ability to connect with others no matter their appearance or birthright, the last son the being would leave with the line of humans, their feelings becoming the power needed to be equal with the offspring of his brother and sister. To each he gave the gift of magic. Each child reacted differently, but accepted the longlasting present that would evolve into the naturally energy Earthland now runs off of.
The three 'siblings' would war with one another, only acting well under his nearby rule. However soon, he would grow weary of their bickering. The wraith always believing herself higher than the other two, allowing her offspring to kill who they pleased. The demon feverently seeking revenge for all bloodshed, only to double it. The human, forever trying to find peace between the three only to end up the most damaged of all, his emotions becoming jaded with time. In the end, his numbers would multiple far larger than those of his siblings. The demons would be the second largest group, their ability to change others to their whim allowing them to prosper. The wraiths lessened, their disdain for both demons and humans alike keeping them from growing to such large numbers. Under each line, there were significant personas that rose above the rest, inheriting the massive strength and resolve each creature held. Somehow mutating and gaining the ability to mimic that of the three powerful beings the 'father' had created. With the influx of power and the increasing death toll, the diety believed that killing off the largest of the three, the humans, would satisfy his first born and her brother. Hopefully, by destroying humanity, it would make the wraith and demon subdued and bring about a more peaceful world. The compassionate and caring humans he had hoped for had become thirsty for power and blood, the entire race tainted by malice. Seeing this as his only option, the being soon called forth each child and a number of others from their lines together. The group would equal out to 20. A council born with an exact goal of mass genocide. However even as the group of Gods and Goddesses, Demons and Celestial beings, argued and came to an agreement, there was something amiss. For even though the over all percentage of humanity was corrupt, there was just one that shined brightly in the darkened mass. All of the humans were tainted.. save for one young girl. Even he couldn't ignore it, as he searched the entirity of the world, the purity in the child. The hope he'd put into his mortal son had been realized in this small girl. Thanks to her birth, all of the responsiblity and respect the being had wanted for his youngest son was placed onto the child, her life halting the end of days for her race. However, good intentions do not always yield good results..
This is the tale of the beginning of days and all those following. A story of misfortune engulfed by darkness and the waning light of hope that flickers for a greater tomorrow. A story as old as time its self. The beginning of the world and the misguided lives that inhabit it.