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Chapter 2:
The day had come for the client to show themselves. The guild was on edge, waiting to see who it was that was going to be a new Wizard Saint, and who would be chosen to take on a quest that had such a high reward.
Those that were looking to be chosen for the job were sitting as close to the door as they could manage, all the while peering at the others with contempt, thinking of ways to show them up in an attempt to be chosen.
Few of those tried to play off their nervousness by chatting idly with others. Even with chit chat, none of them could stop peering at the doors nervously. Even those who weren't taking the job were watching the doors, unsure what to expect.
Then at once, the slayers sat upright, all of their eyes locked on the door. The other stared at Natsu, Gajeel, Wendy and Laxus, wondering what had suddenly caught their attention.
Just as the doors opened, Natsu spoke quietly, "They're here."
The silence was deafening, so much so that you could've heard water dripping from the faucet behind the bar. The stranger strode in, and each person watched them and took in every detail of what they could see of their appearance.
The first thing anyone noticed was the staff they carried. It was taller than the person holding it, its long body made of crooked wood, a slight greenish tint. It came to a stop above her head, the wood splitting into a wooden cage that held a glowing green light. The area around the light seemed to sparkle with a likes none of them had ever seen.
The rest of the stranger was unknown, seeing as they wore a green cowl covering their head and casting shadows onto their face, and long green cloak of matching color that went to their feet. All they could make out was the black shoes they were wearing.
Before anyone could make a move, Makarov made his way down the stairs towards the person. The first movement the stranger made was inclining their head towards him.
"You are early, it seems" Makarov spoke first, "I am the master of this guild, Makarov Dreyar."
Finally, the stranger spoke. "No need to introduce yourself. It's been a very long time, Makarov" Came a feminine voice, revealing the gender of the stranger. Makarov gave her an odd look, before she took the queue to lower her cowl.
She had light green hair, only a shade darker than mint, but lighter than Freed's shade. No one could put their finger on what the color should be called. Her hair was pulled up high into a ponytail, her hair itself serving as the rubber band. Her ears were slightly pointed and held two silver studs on each side, everyone noted. And her eyes, the most unique part, were a shade of the purest gold.
Her expression was hard to place, but it was clear to everyone that she knew Makarov somehow.
"My uncle sends his regards and hopes you two will not be strangers for too much longer" She spoke again, realization finally dawning on the master.
"Talia?" He spoke quietly, "Talia Sequen?" The girl, Talia, smiled as Makarov pulled her into a hug.
The guild was speechless. Not only did their master seem to know the mysterious client, but they knew each other well enough to hug. Finally, someone spoke up.
"Master?" MiraJane, coming up from behind the bar, spoke, "You seem to know her?"
Makarov pulled back from her, his eyes tearing up a bit. "Yes, I do. She is the niece of Warrod Sequen, the 4th Wizard Saint" He smiled, happy to see his old friend's niece was doing well for herself.
No one said anything, but the faint gasps said enough.
"You are going to become a Wizard Saint, is that what I heard?" He asked her. Talia smiled and nodded, confirming what he was told.
"Yes, there were two openings to fill. Uncle pulled some strings to get me a viewing and I did the rest. When I am introduced I will be the 6th chair behind Jura Neekis, only because he and I have not had a proper battle yet to move my place up" She rolled her eyes at the last statement. Everyone seemed speechless. This small girl, no older than any of them, was going to be close to taking on Jura for his spot. Even though Laxus has beaten Jura in the Grand Magic Games, she was much younger and that in itself was impressive.
Makarov sighed, "Down to business I suppose, you are here to take some of my brats, I suppose?"
Talia nodded, giving him a wistful look. "I am sorry, but this was the guild of my choice. I'm sure I'll find what I'm looking for here."
Makarov nodded and looked over to the group that had gathered near them. "Alright, whoever is up for the job, step forward and get in line. Talia, you may do whatever you need to make a decision" Makarov told her before stepping away from them and finding himself a spot to watch from. Talia smiled after him before turning to the line of mages before her, her smile dropping completely. Each mage stood with not even a foot between them, hands behind their backs, looking more obedient than ever before.
Eight mages stood before her, putting their worth in her hands. After all, this wouldn't be just a job when she was done with them. It was more than that, even if they weren't aware.