disclaimer: i don't own fairy tail
title: guard let down
summary: demons on the battlefield
dedication: to the two reviewers i love you guys mwahhhh also Disney because guess what i am SO obsessed with Disney songs right now
notes: well this chapter is kind of filler but the beginning is kind of eh. well. sorry for the boring chapter…it was needed. also, i'm a sporadic updater. don't expect too much haha. i have a special plan for that land that they're fighting over. it has its future marked on it already if the countries would just stop fighting over it!
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It was pretty late at night already, yet Gajeel was still preparing to go out. Hastily, he draped a dark heavy cloak around his shoulders, did the clasp, and then pulled his hood up.
The night air was cold, nearly too cold to breathe. The stars hadn't come out yet, and a few traces of the sun still shimmered above the horizon line. He breathed harshly, once, twice, then began to run down the lane and past his mansion's private garden.
Most of the world was safely tucked inside their homes, busy eating dinner; however, Gajeel had finished dinner early by himself and made time to make a quick excursion. He slowed to a stop as he reached the front door of a quaint bookshop. While holding that mystical small-town feel, the shop itself was rather large. McGarden Books, it read.
It was a well-known bookshop that collected all volumes, ancient to newly published. It housed many historical artifacts and was nearly as stocked as the federal library up in the royal palace. Yessir, Gajeel was proud of his little shrimp alright. After her father's health began to decline, she began to run the shop mostly on her own. However now, he was a bringer of bad news.
He opened the door and a small bell on a red ribbon jingled somewhere above him. The familiar smell of musty books hit his sensitive nose. Although he'd been pretty disgusted when he first came, now it smelled like comfort to him. Gajeel walked to the front desk and rested his elbows on the surface.
"Shrimp," he whispered crudely. "Shrimp, you here?"
"I'm here!" a voice called from the back, and if he strained, he could see a shock of wavy blue hair in the massive giant of a storage room. "Hello, Gajeel! It's nice to see you again! Wait a minute, I'm almost out!"
Gajeel merely grunted and shifted his weight to his other leg. If she was busy, he wouldn't rush it. He had no want to tell her the news he was bringing anyways.
About two minutes later, Levy rushed out of the back room, hair mussed. "Gajeel!" she said, eyes bright. She rushed towards him and hugged him. Gajeel stiffened but sighed and picked up her, twirling her around in a circle. "So what are you here for? Last I checked you thought all these books would make you throw up your lunch," she teased.
Gajeel's eyes hardened and he decided to just give her the straight truth. "Levy…" he began, and Levy knew it was serious. Gajeel rarely called her Levy. "…I'm gettin' engaged," he ended with.
Levy paused. Her entire being paused. She laughed shakily and said, after a pregnant pause, "I guess we both knew this would happen someday, right?"
Gajeel nodded, but continued. "Yer smart, ain't you? Can't ya think o' some plan?"
"So you're not breaking up with me?" Levy asked, eyes wide. He shook his head. Unknowingly she broke out into a small smile. "I don't have anything right now, but come by when you have time and we can think on it."
"Thanks," Gajeel said, and Levy knew what he meant. Thanks for understanding. Thanks for not getting mad at me. Thanks for helping. Thanks for loving me.
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A messenger ran into King Makarov's listening chamber and yelled loudly, without permission. "The Skyrrgian forces have broken through the halfway point!" Because they were fighting over a piece of land, naturally they were fighting on that piece of land. Although it made no sense to fight on a piece of land you were trying to preserve, the countries thought it best to fight there and not on their respective countries.
Makarov's eyes widened. "Send more troops. If we lose the halfway mark as well, we lose the whole war." He wouldn't admit it, but Skyrrgia was a strong proud country with many fine warriors. Instead, he thought of them as a fierce country full of blood-loving savages. "Send out a draft!" he ordered another man.
Laxus nodded. While he didn't particularly agree with the basis of the war itself, he could appreciate fighting and war, especially sending more men, as it proved his country was strong and prosperous. "Let me go," he encouraged his grandfather. "I will fight for Faera as just another proud man." Honor and pride were just as important to him as the next man.
Makarov vehemently refused. "Laxus, you will be the last person I send in. If you die, what do you think will happen?"
Grudgingly, he admitted it. The country would fall into ruin with no heir but his father, Ivan, who had been banished to the country Ravena years earlier. Ivan had tried to take the throne of Faera years earlier. Luckily, his attempt failed and he was banished from the country.
"Very well."
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Erza Scarlet strode down the halls, eyes blazing and armor on. She was preparing to head onto the battlefield with her partner Mystogan. It wasn't partner in the sense of a romantic relationship, but rather a partner in war. By themselves, they were unstoppable. Together, they were invincible.
"Jellal!" she shouted, as she banged the door open to his room in the palace. "Hurry; we are due to depart soon."
Jellal looked up in surprise. As he saw the crimson-haired warrior, his eyes crinkled up in a smile. "Hey, Erza. You know you shouldn't say my name that loud. No one is supposed to know that I am Mystogan."
She stood steadfast by the door and waited as he put on the mask that covered the lower half of his face and put his bandanna on. "Let's go," she ordered, and they exited.
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The battlefield was a complete disaster. Wounded men and women from both sides were wailing in pain, while others were silent in death. Even more were still fighting at the front lines. Without hesitation, Erza and 'Mystogan' spun into battle, knocking down soldiers left and right.
Cries of, "Its Knightwalker and Mystogan!" rang from around them.
To an outsider's eye, they would look like a whirlwind. However, in the mess of limbs, they were soon separated. Even then, they were a force to be reckoned with. Erza easily tore through the entire front line of Skyrrgian troops, while 'Mystogan' wiped out an entire battalion from the back. With the duo on their side, the enemy quickly retreated and the halfway line was won back. Erza and 'Mystogan' retreated into their camp tent and 'Mystogan' quickly removed his mask and became Jellal again.
"They're pretty weak," Jellal concluded. "There's just so many of them. King Silver is choosing to go with quantity instead of quality for now." To them they were like hordes of flies. On the battlefield, there wasn't a consideration for individual lives.
"For now," Erza agreed. "Who knows when he'll send out his troops of well-trained fighters? We can't let our guard down."
"No, we can't," Jellal consented. "But I'm confident we can take them down."
Erza nodded. "We can take them down."
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Juvia sat in the grand dining hall, eating dinner with her family. The long table was nearly completely empty, and the feeling of space gave Juvia a lonely feeling. She'd liked the quaint little shoe shop a lot better. How would it feel if she were living in such a nice cozy family? However, she surmised, she should be lucky to have such a nice home and have such a high status. Compared to a lowly shoemaker…of course she was better! How could she be jealous of a…of a shoe maker?
Angrily, she shoved a piece of boneless fish into her mouth as her mind returned once again to Gray, the handsome shoemaker. Immediately, her pupils exploded into hearts as she closed her eyes and imagined his face.
Never had she thought she would find a commoner attractive but…her obsession now was truly only him. She would have to visit the in-palace body pillow maker soon.
There were some jobs to be done.
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Meanwhile, Silver sat imperiously on his throne. "You mean to say you lost the half line…again?" he asked coolly and condescendingly. "Answer me, Kyouka."
The armored woman kneeling below him nodded and tensed. "Sir Mystogan and Lady Knightwalker were sighted easily destroying our forces, Your Majesty."
Silver shrugged easily, a lazy smirk building on his face. "I guess it can't be helped then. Send Minerva out." Mystogan and Knightwalker were a strong duo well known throughout the lands, even as far as to the northern reaches of Skyrrgia where barely a couple families dared to live. Although it was common knowledge in the Faeran palaces who Knightwalker's true identity was, not a single one of them would tell who she was to any outsiders.
Mystogan was even more discreet. Silver had heard that even most of the palace and court members had no idea who this powerful man was.
However…even more terrifying than this duo, there was Faera's ace. This man was rumored of but never seen, and Faera had never had a need to call upon this man. Silver hadn't even heard of his name before, but rumor had it he was able to break down the mightiest walls with just a single touch.
If this man entered into battle, Silver mused, he might just have to send out his own troop of elite warriors.
Whatever would happen, Silver knew two things.
Firstly, Skyrrgia would come out on top this war.
Second, he would get to see his dearest children again.
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