Sorry it took a while to finish this one. i haven't got much reviews so it hard to be motivated to write this fanfic.
thanks to hurricaneclaw for being my only reviewer so far
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Chapter 6: Lineage
In the City of Era, high above the mountains stood the headquarters of the Magic Council. Being the highest authority in the world of magic, the Council members deliberate among themselves to balance the existence of magic between mages and ordinary people.
Two rune Knights appeared in front of the Council to report their findings regarding the unavoidable war looming in Magnolia City. They approach a dark room were the council members sat anonymously in the void wait eagerly for their report
"Lahar, we require a status update on the Holy Grail War, How many of the Holy spirits have been summon"
The first knight who had long black hair and wore a pair of glasses replied
"As of yesterday we have confirmed the arrival of Saber, bring the total to five. We expect that within the next 3 days that all of them will be summon."
"Good, that timeline give us some leeway to prepare our countermeasure if this war goes south. Doranbolt, has there been any issues between the current masters."
The other rune knight with short black hair and a scar on his chin step up into the light and gave his information to the council.
"Both Assassin's and Rider's masters have been quiet, Sir, But there has been a skirmish of sorts between Archer and Lancer in the last two days. The results of their battle lead to some troublesome consequences."
"Exactly what kind of consequences"
"There battle was apparently witnessed by a bystander and worst that bystander was a regular human with no magical power."
The Council were all shocked about the transpire news that came from Doranbolt. The quickly argue among themselves before calming down and returning to listen the rest of the Rune knight's report. Doranbolt then spoke up once again.
"As per countermeasures, we were planning on taking care of him ourselves if the masters fail to do so themselves but something unexpected occur."
"Yes, what happen, Rune knight, speak up?"
The Rune knight himself seem somewhat unsure if what he was going to say sounded possible. Not once had this kind of occurrence has happen before and he felt somewhat reluctant to say his next words. Lahar seeing Doranbolt confusion over there finding decided to aid him and finish the report.
"The non-mage human who saw what happen, he manage to summon the servant Saber into battle."
The council stood silence by the news. A regular civilian summons a servant without having prior magic experience or even a known magical lineage. Not to mention it was the strongest servant in terms of power that they were talking about.
"Thank you, Lahar and Doranbolt for your report, you are excuse until further notices" the council said as they now had much to discuss with the new turn of events.
The two rune knights left the room quietly and resume their duty.
On the far side of Magnolia City was the seaport where ships dock and pass as they pleased during their voyages. During the day, the ports are extremely busy with sailors unloading their precious cargo and fisherman selling there livestock. And then there where the foreign tourists who have come from all around the world to enjoy the view of city life, seeking the majesty that been known as Magnolia City.
One of these particular tourists was a short young girl with vibrant blue hair and greenish brown eyes. In her dark yellow dress she departed from the boat she was on with her brown luggage bag.
Her name was Levy McGarden, and unknown to the populace around her she was a mage.
"Wow, so this is the Magnolia city, it so much cleaner and brighter than the Capital" she said with amazement in her eyes."
Levy left the ports and decided to explored the vast city some more to pique her curiosity. To the people around her, they were astonished by her fairy-like appearance and bright fashion. She walk unaware of their gazes and instead took to the sights and marvel at the giant skyscrapers and landmarks.
After a day of exploring, she rented her room at an inn and retired to a room, carry the large brown bag with her. As she arrived, she immediately locks her door and unpacks the large suitcase. In the suitcase was a mysterious large box that contains an array of black feathers with iron stubs. She arranges the items into a pattern on the floor and then reached out for a certain book. Using it as a guide line, she drew an elaborate and complex magic circle around the black feathers using a pen. She then reach into her pocket and took out a shiny stone of black onyx and placed it in the middle. After checking her notes one more time she finished her drawing and sigh with relief.
Levy gazed up and looks at her ceiling with dismay, she began to question if she truly wanted to keep going forward with her plan. Did she really want to prove to them that she was a worthy mage, that those who look down on her were wrong? Or did she want the acknowledgement and praise that she never got from them? She sat back and remembers the entire events that lead her here.
Three months ago.
In Era, there's an academy for mages that provides education to all those who are gifted with magical powers. The Dreyar Academy of the Magical Arts is one of the most prestige schools in the world of magic, mages who have great talent come to this school to learn and hone their skills.
Levy attended the academy and was one of the top students there having excelled in academics despite her magical linage only running up to two generation. As a mage though, her magical talents were subpar at best compare to the other noble lineages. Her fellow mages of higher status often gave her insults or pompous bragging when near her just to prove that they were superior. One in particular gave her grief beyond comparison to the others.
"Sorry, Levy I didn't see you there, your childish short body was too small that my line of sight fail to catch you" said a young blonde women with the vulgar personality as she supposedly accidentally step on her."
Lucy Heartfilia: the current successor of the Heartfilia family's magic style and one of the most talent mages in the academy. She had it all, a gorgeous supermodel body, wealth, fame, and one of the most prestige magical lineages in histories. Levy couldn't help but felt inferior to this queen of everything.
"Oh it fine, with how big your chest is and how blonde your brain is, your intelligence must be slowly sapping away. You better watch out other people may start to wonder if your stupidity is contagious."
Despite how childish their insults were, they both had a mutual dislike of one and another. Levy consider Lucy to be her rival, she could never beat her in anything no matter how hard she tried. She always gets slightly better grades then her. Always first place in the student ranking when she is second. Heck, even her bust and curves beat her by miles.
"What was that, you blue smurf, you want to try out my new head lock." Lucy gnarled in angry
"You know it true and the correct term is Smurfette you illiterate blockhead"
"Oi, Levy you got to stop picking fights with Ms. Heartfilia. At this rate you be getting in troubles with all the other nobles" said a tall man with orange red hair and wore a large brown top hat.
"He is right Levy, while Ms. Heartfilia is more lenient when it comes to respect from the lower class, other nobles will surely take your action as a sign of rebellion" said another tall man with strange black hair that was comb into looking like a bean spout.
Levy sat in the cafeteria with her two friends who were worried about her constant bickering with the blonde. The man to her left with the hat was Jet, and to the right with the hairdo was Droy. The three had been childhood friend since forever, and they were always close. Jet was a mage who is master of the God Leg, which allows him to run at high speeds; he is currently the ace member of the track team. Droy was a botanist who can manipulate and control plants, his love for plants is so great that he refuses to eat them and was strictly a carnivore which sometime worried Levy as he has been gaining a few pounds.
Both of them were always a tad to affectionate when it came to her. While she could only see them as her brothers, they had confessed to her about their feelings a few years back and she instantly rejected them in seconds. They were kind people but she didn't really see them as potential lovers.
"Jet, Droy, we can't keep taking this crap, sooner or later we got to stand up for ourselves. Just because they are of nobility doesn't mean they can treat us like dirt."
"They treat us like plebeians, Levy, and that what we are in this academy. Look at least they have the dignity to treat us like humans and not some moisturize substrate." Dory corrected Levy despite being a tad too literal.
"But, they segregate us and always demand thing from us, it just wrong" Levy protested.
"Levy, the magical word is different than the normal world, class and power is everything that determines your worthiness in society. I mean most of us were normal humans who didn't believe in magic until we discover our powers, so of course they are going to treat us differently like foreigners."
Levy was going to try and argue but she knew her friends where just worry about her. Every mage that came from nobility where powerful and they simply couldn't match up to them.
Then the bell rang, Levy and her friends went to class and decided to drop the matter. She was bitter that both of them were spineless but they had good reason to be.
"Good day students, today I will briefly discuss our agenda for the week before moving on to review the next exam, be prepare for it is about the core principles of magical circuitry"
In the center of Levy classroom, was man of average height with long green hair that had two antennas like stub sticking out. He wore a maroon jacket with fancy lacing and black boots.
Levy's instructor was a man named Professor Fried Justine, the famous and great rune mage who was known for his Dark Ecriture magic. He is a renowned noblemen and a great lecturer with his magical lineage going back over nine generations. It been rumor that he has decided to participate in the upcoming Holy Grail Wars and been automatically favor to win the blood battle royal.
Despite his prestige, he was a bit stern and old fashion in his teaching. Most of his beliefs are by the book and he often argued against revolutionary ideas when it came to politics.
"Ah, yes and I believe that today each of you have a research report that you must present in front of the class."
Research paper were also very frequent assignment in his class, he wasn't an easy teacher to take as many students knew.
Levy waited for her turn as she sat back and listen to the other presentation. None of them were interesting in the least. A few were about simple magical circuits or mystic eye magic but not one of them presented any worthwhile information. Even Droy's research into mandrakes was lackluster at best.
When it was her turn she decided to spice things up with her topic.
"My name is Levy McGarden and my topic is the revolutionary concept of the Second Origin Release "
A few people look intrigued but the majorities were somewhat annoyed about her topic.
Levy's thesis was that a mage's power could be increased through effort, experience, and knowledge rather than increasing magical potential through that of a mage's heirs. She stated that every mage had a second release container that could be used in due time with training and hard work. If one was successfully able to unlock the container, their magic level would increase dramatically being equal to those in Nobility or even beyond.
However everyone in the room objected to her paper and called it a blasphemy to magic.
"It that even true, how can such a thing exist in the first place"
"Hmm, the plebian witch just want to be acknowledge"
"She from which family again, her ancestor is nothing more than commoners and uncouth civilians"
Levy, who could take the insult, defended her stance.
"Your wrong, the second container does exist, while magical lineage is also a factor in judging how powerful a mage is, it doesn't mean that it the only thing that makes us powerful. If you were to train through hard work eventually that gap can be overcome. Beside should a society be built on hard work and determination rather than through elitism and class?"
"LEVY THAT ENOUGH"
The load voice came from Professor Justine who had clearly been a bit angered about the whole presentation.
"Levy, while your paper does state some interesting details, it all still conjecture."
Levy felt a cold shiver in her body when her teacher spoke those words.
"Even if what you say is true, the Magical Lineage of a person is far more than just power level. As each generation passes on to the next, the bloodline evolves and each heir is supremely more powerful than their predecessors. The decedent inherits talent, skills, and strength far more potent than simple magic level. Fundamentally, it is evolution."
"But that just…." Levy was speechless; she didn't want to argue with Fried
"Sorry I can't let wayward ideas affect my class, lineage is sacred ideal uphold by all mages. You are truly still naive if you take it so lightly." Fried scolded her as he reaches for her paper. In an instant he tore it up into many different tiny pieces. "If one cannot honor the ancestors of those lineages who have served the world well then one has no right to become a mage"
Levy helplessly saw her paper ripped into chucks of scraps. Why wouldn't anybody understand her, why was she always treated like this? It wasn't her fault that her bloodline wasn't so prestige as others.
She quickly left the rooms in tears, her friends tried to catch up with her but were cut short by the teacher who block their way.
The following weeks weren't any better for her, in fact it been a living nightmare as her classmates where treating her more horribly than usual. She now was truly ostracized from the rest of the academy not even Jet or Droy had talk to her this whole week.
She sat alone in the cafeteria reading her beloved books, unable to deal with the daggering glare that many gave her. It was through the sea of whisper that she caught onto an interesting conversation between the groups of mages behind her.
"Hey have you heard about the rumors about Heartfilia?"
"Yeah, I heard that she left the school to participate in the Holy Grail Wars. She even took one of those ancient artifacts with her."
"That so brave of her to participate, it a tremendous honor to be pick as a master by the grail and fight on behave of her family."
"She has a good chance of winning, probably just as much as Professor Justine. What servant do you think she will summon?"
"Well, if anything she probably has the power to summon a Saber class but that's normally left to chance, but I heard the artifact she took was one of those Dragon lacrima."
"No way, if she manages summoned a Dragon Slayer servant, her chances would skyrocket, those type of Heroic spirit are the most powerful warriors in all of Fiore's History."
Levy felt a tight churned in her stomach; she couldn't believe that her own rival could have managed to enter that competition. She envies over the fact that Lucy managed to put her life on the line to reach for the Holy Grail, something that she herself could never do.
She left the cafeteria and ran towards the library scolding herself and her inability to do things. As she walk back to her classroom a mysterious deliveryman appear in front of her.
"Umm hello Miss, do you know where Fried Justine is? I have a package for him."
Levy was surprise for a moment at his appearance. His face was hidden and he wore a rather dark cloak and hood.
"He is out today on some important business but I can give it to him."
The mysterious courier sighs with relief and gave her the package.
Before Levy got the chance to talk to the hooded figure he disappears leaving Levy alone in the corridor with his cargo.
"Hmm I wonder what it is, the package is quit heavy and it was wrapped very neatly.
"Suddenly she felt a vibe coming from the odd cargo in her hand. It felt like a magical aura that distorted the air around her. The vibe made Levy dizzy at first before she regains her balance.
Out of curiosity, she went to the quiet library where no one was there and against her better judgment opens the mysterious package that made the distortion.
As she unwrap and open the box, she saw a shiny gemstone in the shade of black. It then started to glitter vividly and illuminated the room in which she was in. the iridescent feeling that Levy felt was clearly coming from this beautiful stone. She took a closer look at the box; in the corner were an array of black feathers and iron stubs. Then she found a piece of parchment was nested between them and the onyx gemstone. On the parchment was a few words written in runes that Levy instantly read out loud.
Iron Dragon Lacrima
Belongs to the Imperial Warlord and Iron Dragon Slayer
Gajeel Redfox
Fiore: X7? - X791
Yeah the Smurfette Joke was kinda lame, plz review, i really need constructive criticism and output
Favorite character in FT: Gajeel !