Sorry people for once again, not updating. I probably deserve all the swears and curses all you guys are yelling at me… SORRY!!!!! I'll try to do better…

Poll: Should I put this story under a different link (in fairytale fanfiction)? Or should I not?

The beginning of the story tells of the dark guild…

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A middle aged, raven haired girl walked along the suspiciously long corridor. On her neck was the emblem of the Dark Guild Lyragae.

As far as dark guilds went, 5 years ago, this dark guild was like any other. Basically, it was average. The majority of its members had black hair (dyed?) and its headquarters were often gloomy and maze-like. Even the jobs were average: robbery, kidnapping, assisting other dark guilds. Lyragae would be described as forgettable.

Then Troy came. Ida, the raven haired girl, was Lyragae's master's advisor at that time. She was the poised to become the next master, no matter how perverted, masochistic, savage, fraudulent, and careless she was. She had nice attributes…like…like…well, she had some.

The master's son, Azul, was in her care. He was an ice alchemist; at the young age of 11, he was skilled beyond measure. A prodigy, she often called him. Despite Ida's natural flaws, she was motherly and intelligent. She knew that Azul wouldn't like to be confined within the borders of Guild any longer, so with that in mind, Ida often took him with her on her missions. He never seemed to mind the brutality Ida harnessed to complete the missions and learned quickly.

Ida had no idea that Troy, a man whom she thought could save her guild, would end up destroying it instead. No, not that kind of destroying (with the bombs and explosion), the people within it were destroyed. Not that she wasn't glad for the change that Troy brought, to say anything else would be blasphemy, and not that she wasn't glad for Troy's brother who also came along… (yum! Nice abs)

"Troy-sama, I have news…" Ida turned abruptly into a room on the left wall.

"YOU!!! Arghhh" Troy yelped in surprise. He nearly fell out of his seat, making his messy black hair even messier. He had bags under his black eyes, giving the feeling of perpetual exhaustion. "I told you not to surprise me like that!!!"

yup! Ida thought. Even though I may be cunning and silent… what was I thinking to let such a paranoid and dangerous man into my guild.

Ida shook her head to rid herself of the thought. It's for Azul… for Azul…

"What news do you speak of???" Troy asked impatiently.

" Well… It seems like the council has caught on to our actions. We may have to tread cautiously from here on…"

Arvel shook his dirty blond hair out of his eyes. It was so ANNOYING to walk when he could teleport to his destination! However, Ida warned him not to… It was his job to spy on whatever nuisances the council bombarded at them, and he was not to grab attention.

" Che, what do they know anyway." His green eyes became so sharp, it was almost frightening. Lately, Arvel was in bad humor. Not only did his brother, Troy, refuse to listen to his opinions, Ida was ordering HIM around.

Usually he wouldn't be like this. Usually Arvel would be polite, no matter how cold and aloof he may look. Usually girls flocked to his godly figure like bees to honey. Usually he would be robbing enchanted weapons from mage storehouses…Usually seemed to have died.

It was always like this, even in the castle. He and Troy were part of a threesome (brothers.). Besides his looks, there was nothing so amazing about him. Even his parents courtiers said so…even his mother said so… And of course his father and eldest brother said so.

Arvel's father was and adventurer, handsome…strong…and his eldest brother inherited the same traits. He was always in the shadow of those people.

Arvel tripped over a stone and crashed onto his face. Damn this! He promptly used his mage powers and wind started swirl around his body. A circle of yellow mage light swallowed him in and with a poof, nothing was there. Only a flattened circle of grass was left behind.