Welcome back again to the next chapter of 'Daylight's End'! At least I'm not alone here this time-

Trecht: *Rolls eyes* "As always kid…"

-so I would like to ask you to do the disclaimer! Also, today there aren't any other reviews, so those are out of the plan today.

Trecht: "Uhm, sure thing kid. But before that…what is that thing behind you?"

What are you talking a- OH S***! WAIT! *Hook flies by*

Hana: "Dammit, I missed! Stay. STILL!"

I thought we were over this Hana! I just repaired my cloak, so seize it already!

Hana: "NO! I need to know how you look in person so that question is answered once and for all! *Thinks for a moment* Hm... *Sees Trecht* Oh Trecht~!"

Trecht: "Oh, what's up?"

Hana: "If you help me to hold down Fire over there, then I'll pay you your weight times 30 in Jewels~!

Uhm…g-guys?

Trecht: "My weight times 100."

Hana: "Your weight times 50."

G-guys!? You aren't seriously-!

Trecht: "My weight times 85."

Hana: "Your weight times 60."

Hello!? M-maybe we c-can talk a-about t-

Trecht: "My weight times 75. Last offer, give or take."

Hana: "Alright, your weight times 75 in Jewels. Now do your job already!"

Trecht: *Smirking* "With pleasure." *Grabs Fire from behind*

O-OI! LET ME GO TRECHT! YOU CAN'T JUST SELL ME OUT LIKE THIS! YOU TRAITOR!

Trecht: "Sorry, but I just did, kid. I may be friendly and all, but you can't ignore an easy opportunity for money like that. Plus, this isn't going to do actual harm to you, so stop squirming and take it like a man."

Hana: "Perfect! Now, let's reveal the mystery once and for all, shall we~? *Raises hand towards hood*"

W-WAIT! TRECHT! I'LL PAY YOU TWO TIMES THE AMOUNT HANA GIVES YOU! N-NO, HOLD ON! T-THREE TIMES THE AMOUNT IF YOU LET ME GO!

Trecht: "Sorry pal, but we both know that you're broke after the repair for the cloak. Also even if there was enough money included, I was also curious on how you looked like. Take it like this…I don't do this for the cash, but rather out of curiosity! Now, before we start… MrFiretank here doesn't own 'Fairy Tail', but only us as his personal OC's and the story 'Daylight's End'.

Hana: "Now, with the disclaimer out of the way~!"

NO, P-PLEASE DON'T!

Trecht: "Roll the next chapter!"

NOOOOOOOOOO!

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CHAPTER 5 – THE BEST ENEMIES

Trecht was holding the tip of his straw hat while sipping on his beer. When he put down his jug, he sighed before speaking up. "Well then kid. Tell me what you want to know and I'll answer you as good as I can."

I thought up a few questions before the first one was spoken up. "Alright, what is that Dark Guild, why have they been here today and why did they threatened the bartender?"

Trecht's look became a bit distant until he spoke up. "Those guys were from a gark guild that calls itself 'Full Blood'. They had been persistent in this area for a while, but it mostly started around two months ago…"

TWO MONTHS!? "But why are they still here? Couldn't you do anything until this point?"

Trecht's voice turned into murmurs while speaking with me. "Well, we wish we could do something against those pigs, kid. But see…the problem is-"

"We aren't strong enough." A new voice spoke up behind us, to we turned to its source and saw a guy in his 50s standing there. He was wearing a dark blue turtleneck and brown pants with black business shoes. He had a pair of doctor's glasses on his green eyes and surveyed me for a bit before speaking up again while ruffling his short, brown hair. "Trust me, we've tried it already. We could handle most of them, since there are only less that a handful of mages in their guild. But we aren't mages ourselves, so fighting those people in particular would be nothing more than childish."

Most of the people in the tavern,after they heard the old man's voice turned their stares directly at him and froze on the spot. That is, until they spoke up in unison:

"M-MAYOR LINDHEIM!?"

Hold up! This kind looking man was the mayor of Loeyur!? "Y-you're the mayor of this village!? I'm sorry for being so rude to you! It wasn't in my int-"

Before I could rant on with my apologies, Lindheim put his left hand on my head and ruffled the few strains of hair that weren't covered by my black wool cap out of my face. "There is nothing to be sorry for my child. After all, you protected every one of us today with your actions. In fact, I should apologize for not acting earlier after hearing what had occurred in this lovely place."

The bartender's cheeks warmed up, if just by a tad bit, but he didn't let anyone notice it. Trecht, who was staring at the mayor as well until now, was out of his shock already and then spoke in a respective tone towards the man. "It's really nice to finally see you, my good friend. Would you like to take a jug of beer with us Lindheim? Today's on me anyway."

The mayor let his mind fall in concentration before putting on a friendly face again. "Well, most of the paperwork is done today. So I guess a break with some nice people won't do any harm."

Some people cheered when they heard the answer of their head. He then sat down besides Trecht, who prepared a jug with his own brew and put it infront of him. He took a small sip, before he turned towards me and asked: "So my child. I overheard you and Trecht talking about the problem our village is in at this moment. Well, as much as I would avoid talking about this…it is only fair if you're aware of the situation…so, ask away." He really wanted to avoid the situation, it was written all over his face, but he gave me the opportunity already. So, as much as it pains him…

"How is it that they are terrorizing this village in the first place?" He took a moment until answering.

"Well, my child…it has something to do with one of the biggest treasures of this little place here. As you are aware, we are a village famous for our trading capabilities and production. My job as the mayor is to ensure that our partners do regular deals with us and uphold our contact."

Trecht decided to speak up at this point. "And as you're aware these pigs are interested in money. They decided that once they found out about us that they started to pillage our shops and vendors from time to time. But as the situation went on, the attacks and robberies became more...violent…their leader for example gave out a rule for all of his members."

Then a voice within the tavern decided to speak up. "He told those guys to 'kill every one of those useless rats as long as we get everything they possess.' And so they did. They attacked us with weapons and in rare cases even magic, took people of this village hostage and forced us to pay ransom and even set fires to our houses if we didn't pay for their 'ensurance'. They didn't even hesitate to kill any upstanders…none of those who tried to are alive at this point..." Looking towards the voice, it was one of the two workers from the roof I saw earlier. His expression was filled with hate and disgust, but what made the atmosphere even worse was that I now realized just how bad the situation was. The villagers were forced to give all their possessions to 'Full Blood', or they'd die trying to defend it.

Then the mayor continued. "With the situation out of hand, I'd do everything to maintain peace at this point. Sadly, their leader has a different goal in mind."

Now my curiosity spiked. Sure, I hated this 'leader'-person already more than the members I had beaten up today, but the interest of mine was bigger than my rage. So I let it slide for now, until the questions were cleared.

Trecht answered my mental-question on the spot, but was strained as he spoke up. "Their leader demanded that we give out something in particular. He wants to possess our trading logbook…as you know the partners our mayor is talking about are constantly active and we work as hard as we can to maintain that. Within the trading logbook, there are the names of the other villages as well as a few of our bigger business partners in there who are involved. If we were to give it to them…" He then trailed off, but I understood what he meant.

'They'd drag everybody within the logbook into the situation as well.' "But wait. If you know of other villages, then why don't you try to get help from them and take 'Full Blood' down together?"

The mayor sighed as he answered me and spoke slowly. "The situation is not as easy to explain as you think it would be. See, we would gladly try to take help from others. But the problem is this. While there are enough people who would help us out, we need help from people that are strong enough with magic. But sadly no one possesses the required power to do so, especially with their mages. And we can't even request help from the other guilds, since we don't have the requiring funds to set up a quest that fits the potential risk involved. We even wrote to the Magic Council, but our letters are getting intercepted...plus all couriers that we had sent out got either crippled...or killed. In this situation we aren't really getting pillaged. No...they only take away a steady amount of money and resources from us, which slowly pushes us into our demise."

I think I got it... "Like a minimal outcome that slowly fades away basically." Lindheim nodded before he added. "Also, while there are people who would try to oppose our suppressors, we would fail against their few wizards. We don't exactly know how many there are, but even all of us combined would fail against their forces. In an area like this there aren't really a lot of them around…If we would start going after them now, then…"

"They'd slaughter you until no one else was left." It was official. This Dark Guild already went too far with them robbing and killing everyone. But letting all of those villagers suffer slowly more and more until they would either die from the hands of a Dark Guild Member or become poor and starve to death is inhumane. So, taking those facts into consideration, I made a resolve. I would help those people, even if it means my own end. And so I spoke up.

"I'll do it." Everybody's eyes went wide in shock at my response. These people lost their hope a while ago, so they never expected to see a glimmer of hope. Their responses were pretty much the same as expected...

"Are you crazy!? Do you want to die!?"

"You can't just run after them and try to save our lives without killing yourself in the process!"

"Are you suicidal!?"

The mayor decided to step in and put his right hand up. All voices got silenced as he did so. "The others are right my child. As you could already hear and see from past events, those members are unforgiving. They will not hesitate to take your life and/or torture you beforehand. We would gladly allow you to help us. But we don't want anyone else to get hurt from all of this."

Then Trecht went on as he spoke. "You have proven to be strong kid, we can't deny that. But those enemies today were only some random goons. In comparison to the mages of 'Full Blood', they are nothing more than cannon fodder. Be logical for a second and-"

"NO!" That was it. Their attempts in stopping me only proved my point more. All of those people only wanted to live peacefully and not hurt anyone else. They just wanted to be free. My eyes got shadowed by the bangs in my face as I went on. "This Dark Guild is surely but slowly dragging you down into despair and ruins your lives. They hurt you so much that you don't even believe in yourself anymore!" My words have been rash, but they were the painful truth. Some of the villagers looked away in shame, confirming my statement even more.

"I can't just sit idle and see how everybody here decays from all of this! You said that you needed somebody strong. Somebody who is powerful enough to overthrow them! Wasn't that it!?" I balled my left hand into a fist and grabbed my sword in the right one. "Well, here I am. Now's your chance to get rid of this terror once and for all! I might not be the best mage in all of Earth Land, but my resolve stands! I WILL help you! Even if you can't accept this fact, I won't blame you, but know that there is somebody who will help you! And after all…"

Now I was standing upright and looked at all of the shocked faces of the villagers. I was starting to tear up, since this was just so sad to witness...it was so wrong. There was a glint of sadness in everybody's eyes. One, which I knew from my old life all too well. This was the sight of somebody who lost his dreams by the hands of somebody else...so picking up the emotional momentum I spoke (or rather shouted) as loud as I could to finish my speech.

"NOBODY DESERVES SUCH A FATE!"

It went silent within the tavern itself. The vacuum of over a dozen of people getting shocked by the proud words of a teenager. Each person tried to comprehend what I just said, but it sure took them a long while.

The mayor was one of the very first to speak up in a small voice. "As much as it pains my heart to admit this, you really are one of the last ones that could help us. Are you really sure that nothing will step you down from your opinion, not even death?" He tried one last time to remove his doubts. His fear of a child getting send to hell and back for this small village.

"My resolve stands. Whatever you say, it won't change a thing. But I want you to let me do it. I want your permission to do this, Mayor Lindheim!" The confidence in my voice turned so solid that you could drop a bomb on it, and it'd be still left unscratched.

(For more Intensity, play from 'Clannad OST - Roaring Tides II')

The mayor eyes turned to the ground. He had a few tears building up in them, but tried to hold them in. "Then I must please ask you for something…" What he did then shocked everybody in the building. Myself included.

"MAYOR LINDHEIM!" Everybody shouted in unison.

The mayor stood up, went to his knees and bowed with his hands down. He then let his tears fall freely and spoke in a shaky, but loud voice. "All of my p-people, a-all of t-their children and the next g-generations would n-never f-forgive me if I'd a-allow this! But p-please, please! Please safe Loeyur and help us to finally achieve peace, so that NO ONE in this village gets hurt anymore!"

The other villagers also became teary as their mayor broke down. Some let them fall freely, while others fought their inner battles, winning or losing to a certain degree. They, however, were hoping all the same thing.

"Help us s-so our children can live a normal life! T-they don't deserve *sob* to exp-perience so much bloodshed!"

"You need to end this nightmare! We cannot take this anymore!"

"There has to be some hope left! So please, show us that you're our savior!"

When their pleas for help were spoken, I froze for the frame of a second. It reminded me of a sentence my mother told me once when I was younger. It was a memory I kept safely in my heart and did everything to not forget it.

A 5-year old version of me was sitting outside on the balcony of the house I lived. I had a nightmare about my parents calling me useless and started shouting at me. I never liked it when I got scolded at, and luckily my parents did comply with that as they never got really mad at me. Sure, sometimes I got in trouble, but they'd usually just tell me to never do it again and let me off the hook afterwards.

The darkness of the night was driven away by the moonlight that illuminated the night sky while I was crying my eyes out as I tried to not remember the words that I heard too often in my mind. The others always went too far, so one day they burned into my mind.

'Your parents surely must hate you. Nobody could like an abomination like you!'

'I wonder when they will get rid of you!'

'Just do them a favor and go die already!'

A small creak behind me brought my thoughts to a stop. I didn't bother to turn around as I was drowning in my own depression. The only sound that rang in the air loudly were the sobs that I tried to suppress so badly.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" My mother put a hand on my shoulder and bend down to my level. As I slowly turned to her, looking at her with red, puffy eyes my heart shattered more than it already was. Her face got illuminated by the moon you could see her sad frown on her face, blue eyes at the brim of tears and short, tomboy-ish black hair gave her a unique appearance that left most of the people that saw her for the first time in confusion. "You know that your mom's always there for you, right?"

Suppressing my thoughts, I rubbed my eyes and tried to speak between my sobs. "M-mommy? *sob* D-do you t-think that *sob* I a-am u-useless?"

The expression on her features turned into shock as she pulled me into a close hug. I did the same as I needed her warmth so badly right now. "Oh sweetie! You never were useless to us. I and your dad love you with all of our hearts. Why would you ever think that?" Her usually cheerier voice almost cracked as she didn't want to break up. One of us had to be strong, so the other one was safe. She was always there when I needed her the most, and she never hesitated to take actions if I was endangered.

"T-the others at s-school. *sob* T-they always call m-me bad t-things and *sob* s-say I'd be b-better off d-d…"

It was too much. For the second time in the night I broke down. But this time I had shoulder to cry on. One that was happy to be there, and not just out of pity. She rubbed my back reassuringly and let me cry my soul out. "It's alright...let it all out...don't worry. Nothing of what they're saying is true, you'll always stay our beloved little sweetheart." I didn't understand her clearly between my sobs and cries, it was just too much for 5-year old to bear...and after what felt like an eternity, she rubbed my tears away with her hand and then asked in a soft voice: "Do you know how I always calmed down?"

I got confused by that statement, since I was still a young child. So she elaborated. "Whenever I was sad in your age, I always sat down in the night and looked towards the moon in front of me."

Of course my mind wasn't completely there. So I asked her in my small voice. "But…why the moon?"

She stared at said planetary mass during our conversation, but turned towards me as she spoke. "Because it's always there. When our lives crash down onto us, we always try to stand up. Some of us even lose everything during the progress. During the day, the sun was hot and burning, and always the same. But the moon…it was calm, not too distracting. And the best of all…" Giving a small glance towards it, she spoke up again. "It always changes with us. It's never just a full or half-moon. There is always change. And with change…"

She then gave me a kind smile as she ruffled my short, black hair. "There is always hope." She then picked me up bridal style and put me back to bed. I had already fallen asleep until then, so she put my blanket over me again and kissed me on the forehead before walking out of my room. I had a big smile on my face during all of this. "Good night my little sweetheart."

And I never had nightmares or any doubts in my life from this day on. It was the day I became the wonderful child of an honest and caring mother.

It was the truth. The light of day didn't brought hope. They got dragged into sadness and hopelessness under it's wake…but now there was hope. I could bring a change to Loeyur and all of its residents.

"I promise. I promise that I will change everything and safe you from 'Full Blood'." And I was going to make sure of that.

The mayor wiped away his tears as he stood up and gave me a big smile. "Then it's settled. We will escort you to their hideout if you want us to."

Trecht then stood up and put his hand up. "I'll be damned if I let you just charge in there by yourself. I may not be strong, but I can play the escort if you want, and maybe bash some goons on the head while we're on it!"

There also had been a few shouts from the crowd that wanted to help, but could they really hold their own weight? ...Well, I should be thankful for them at the very least.

Nodding towards them, the mayor then put his hands behind his back and turned towards me. "Alright. Again, all of us are thankful for your help. But you might want to return to the inn and get a good rest for tomorrow. It will be a tough day."

I complied and then bid farewell to everybody…well, not everybody as Trecht gave me a free ride back to the inn. When he dropped me off, he gave me an assuring smile and then went his way. "I'll pick you and the others up tomorrow, have a good night towards then!"

I waved back to him and then went to my room. The old lady who owned the inn did a bit of talking with me, but let me be as she saw my tiredness and the bandages on my forearms. When I entered my own abode, I put my sword, my shoulder bag and my shoes away, then hanged my jacket and my wool cap in the same closet where everything else was stationed at and then went to sleep.

'Tomorrow is going to be a rough day…'

(Stop playing 'Clannad OST - Roaring Tides II' if you've played it)

In a loud area within the middle of the night there was a medium-sized hideout, similar to a cave. There were a lot of men and women drinking and shouting around. Some of them had been drunken while others were asleep. Most of them had a symbol somewhere on their skin: A red swirl with a dagger in the middle of it. The mark of the Dark Guild 'Full Blood'…

In a small room with stone walls, there were two people inside it. Outside of the room you could hear the commotion of the other members. In the inside there was a small desk with Jewelry and a lot of Jewels (money) on top of it. It was the money taken from this pesky trading village, Loeyur or whatever.

Behind the desk, you could see a man who wasn't older than thirty sitting in an armchair. He was watching the remeaning members of the last raid with brown, wolf-like eyes. His messy, white hair had the odor of blood and his hands reminded everyone more of the claws of the mentioned animal. He had a purple trench coat on, its sleeves had been ripped off and black fur decorated the ends of it. He was the leader of the Dark Guild, and was by far the most cruel person in 'Full Blood'.

Besides the Leader was another man standing upright, this one not older than twenty. His brown-red eyes observed everything through his doctor-glasses and his posture reminded most of the people as one of a soldiers, which was understandable with his stare fixed forward, both arms on his sides and his feet pressed together. Cleaned, short black hair, clothes consisting out of a green semi-harness that left his arms and lower feet free, plus a brown t-shirt with long sleeves under it, similar colored pants and green combat boots with a dark brown cape. His face expression was stoic, and seemed emotionless.

In front of the two were the beaten up members who manage to escape from the village guards after their beat down. The third member didn't escape as he was still knocked out by the time the other two woke up, so they abandoned him. They were kneeing down before the desk and plead to the white haired individual.

"So what you're saying is that the people of Loeyur will send a mage after us that might be strong enough to ruin our plan?" His voice was calm and steady, but there was sadistic and murderous undertone in it.

"Y-yes! That girl managed to beat us and knocked both of us out! She-she was a dirty fighter and- GAH!" It was the same scarred man who led the job yesterday.

"And you're saying that you three lost to a single person, correct!?" He was grinning like a madman…his eyes widened and he showed his sharp fangs that could easily rip a person apart. His claw-like nails drew blood at the chokehold of the poor soul in front of him.

The man with the glasses balled his left hand into a fist, suppressing any sort of emotion but silently getting mad at the actions of his guild master. 'Stop hurting them. Stop treating them like human trash already!'

"Well if you're right…" He whispered into the man's ear, before using magic and turning his occupied arm into a hairy, buffed-up claw that was snow-white.

"Then I DON'T NEED YOU THREE ANYMORE!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Slaughtering the men in front of him and leaving behind a bloody mess on the floor, the leader finally calmed down. Their screams got silenced and all of them got murdered in cold blood. Sighing from the exhaustion he sat down behind his desk again before waving his wolf-like hand around and speaking up. "Duvac! Bring somebody in here to clean up this mess! And while you're at it, order Fujimaru and Matsuri to kill that troublemaker and the runaway, will ya?"

His advisor then turned towards his master with suppressed anger in the dephts of his hidden feelings and quickly replied.

"Right away, Dao." Duvac's tone was flat, but inwards he was scowling at the mad man's antics. He never liked it to be on his side, and Dao never respected his suggestions. He was just there to witness all the brutal acts that happened without a care in the world. And that pissed him off. After he ordered some random guys to clean the massacre up, he then walked towards a small bar at the right side of the cave where the Dark Guilds' top duo was sitting on a couch.

A pair of twins not older than twenty, male and female sat together in silence and tension while watching the fights of the other members. They both had messy blond-brown hair (The man in a surfer-cut while the girl had a high ponytail with bangs on the side of her face) and azure-blue eyes. They wore both black kimonos and had a single shoulder patch out of gold-colored steel (The man on the right and the girl on the left shoulder, similar in style to the ones from shoguns). They also wore sandals and white socks as footwear. When the man noticed Duvac coming towards them, he gave him a small smile.

"Hello Duvac. I see that you're finally out of that damn office. Are you having a break with us?" The man's voice was calm and relaxed as he spoke, causing her sister to notice the newcomer in their round.

"Oh, heyo Duvac! Did you finally decide to quit being a statue for once~?" The blond's voice was cheerful and happy to see a good friend of hers. They didn't have a lot of them in the guild, as both of them were rather pacifists than killers. The only reason they haven't gotten disposed of yet, was due to them being strong mages. In fact, the only two ones in 'Full Blood' beside Dao and Duvac.

"I'm afraid that neither is of the case." His voice was still stoic as he tried to avoid showing any visible form of emotion. Duvac hardened his features as he turned towards the older brother of the two. "Fujimaru, you have been given a task by Dao alongside your sister…" All three of them were not too happy about this information. Since the weaker members of the guild had been assigned to raid the village and kill any random person who dared to oppose them. So it was in the hands of the mages, hence them, to only get rid of major problems. Permanently...

"Oh god…not AGAIN Duvac! We can't kill another poor soul who just tries to give the people a better ending…" Matsuri's attitude turned as she let her emotions run wild. She disliked those tasks as much as her brother, but never showed it towards the guild. She just had to stand at the sidelines and let those jerks insult them for 'almost never doing anything'. She was able to smile on the outside, but every comment from their other members hurt a lot.

"My deepest apologies, but as you know…the choice is not made by me." He allowed himself to take a sad undertone into his words. The twins were the only people in this guild that had been on friendly terms with the usually cold advisor. They respected each other as much as possible and had never any trouble under themselves.

Sighing sadly, Fujimaru decided to stand up and walk towards their temporary quarters. "Then we'll have to pack for the trip tomorrow." An obvious lie, Duvac noticed. There actually was nothing to do, as they normally walked around with what was on them. But Matsuri knew better. She was aware of the inner turmoil in him, and he needed the free time to let his guilt not consume him.

Before he was completely out of sight, he stopped and spoke in an almost pleading voice. "Matsuri, would you like to help me?" He needed the emotional support from one of the only two people that he could actually trust, and luckily her sister was always there for him.

With a sad smile she stood up and walked towards him. "Gladly, brother." Turning again towards Duvac, she nodded to him as a thanks for his help who only copied the action before walking back to Dao's office.

On his way there he let his thoughts come up for a short moment and sighed as he picked up the pace.

'Whoever is coming for us, I hope they know the weight of this situation. And if they aren't prepared for this war…'

He imagined himself the vision of the bloody and mangled corpses he witnessed every day. Their broken bodies and lost blood strewn around everywhere. A sight that was worthy of a living nightmare. Suppressing a shudder, he adjusted his glasses as he reached the door of his guild master and finished his thoughts one last time as he walked through it.

'Then all of their lives will be at stake...'

(To be continued…)

(Fire Me): So today we have a bit more emotional chapter and the build-up from the other side of the storyline. Trust me, the information given throughout this story might wary from importance, so some stuff may require to be kept in your minds…Hana, why haven't you interrupted me yet, what's wrong?

Hana: *Shudder* "It's just…I can't get the picture out of my head. This is going to be my next nightmare fuel…"

Trecht: "No amount of booze is going to fix that. And that's for sure…"

Hey! I'm not that ugly! Also I warned you about it!

Jessica: "Oh come on Hana! It can't be as bad as you think!" *Feels tap on her shoulder, looks beside her and sees 'G'*

'G': "Trust me on this Jessica. If there is something she is truly afraid of, then it's really that bad."

OI! CAN YOU STOP HURTING MY FEELINGS AND LET ME CLOSE THE CHAPTER FOR NOW!?

Mayor: "She will get over it eventually, so don't let it be so emotional in your feels."

Hmm…fair point. Alright then, until the next addition of 'Daylight's End' is done,

The Sir's out!