Hello again my lovelies!
Hope you like this next chapter, I added a few lines from Ezio's speech at the beginning of Assassin's Creed: Revelations ^^;;
Playing AC4 now and it is amazing *o*
Anyways, enjoy!
-LaceyCrumpets
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. All rights reserved to Hiro Mashima
And lines used from Ezio's speech belong to Ubisoft and all those amazing people who make AC. c:
Juvia's P.O.V
I stood by the train station, sad smile on my face. Perhaps I'll be free of this curse of love when I leave this place. It'll be a fresh start. Hopefully I can slowly pick up the pieces of myself that I had left behind. It's difficult to imagine my whole life morphing into something unknown. But I'll have to start somewhere. "All aboard!" yelled the train conductor. I smiled at the sky and the sun smiled back, encouraging me to continue to fight and move forward. I took my first step to a new life, a new start, a new me.
Gray's P.O.V
"Ugh" I groaned. My head felt as if it was being smashed against concrete multiple times. Do I always have to be in some type of pain? Be it physical or emotional? Give me a break you piece of shit world. Slowly but surely my eyes opened and I was greeted with the scene of the infirmary. I winced as I got up, annoyed as hell. Thankfully no one was in the room. I decided to finally face the guild, I mean it couldn't get any worse than this. Limping towards the stairs, I saw everyone huddled around Gramps. I made my way down the stairs and to the group. "What's going on?" I asked curiously. Everyone's facial expressions were unmoved as they made a path way to Gramps for me. I walked slowly, studying everyone's faces. I got to Erza, who looked like she got the breath knocked out of her. She wasn't looking in any particular direction but she remained unmoved by my presence. I then glanced up to Gramps, who was sitting on the bar table with a piece of paper in his hands. "Gramps.." I whispered. He raised his hand to stop me from speaking. He looked straight ahead and avoided my gaze. He slowly handed me the paper in his hands and I took it with a grim wince. It looked it had been written in under a minute, but it was done in nice scrubby cursive:
Dear my beloved nakama of Fairy Tail,
I regret to inform you that I have left the guild and hope that no one takes it to heart. I love every single one of you dearly, but I must start a new. I must reach a destination of solitude. I wonder what I will I find there? A sufferable fate, as I fear most strongly or nothing but the whistling of a cold and lonely wind? I've always wondered if I could pick up my life and restart again, but it always seemed impossible to continue to resist taking comfort in the everyday norm. Ah, I am weary of this fight. Not because I am tired, but because my struggle seemed to move in one direction only, towards chaos. Today I have more questions than answers, and I intend to find them to learn about the world and understand my place in it. Please do not look for me, it'll only slow me down. If anything should happen to me, should my magical skills fail me or my desire cloud my judgment, do not follow in vengeance but soak in the happy memories of our union. My story is one of many thousands, and the world will not cease if it ends too soon.
Love you all
Juvia
I nearly tore the paper apart as I read the last sentence. How.. how did this happen? No. It can't be. She's gone. Because of me. Because of my weakness and insecurity, I had forced her anew. I fell to my knees, gripping the paper furiously in my shaking hands. My tears betrayed me as the tears ran down my cheek bones down to my chin, dripping onto the paper. Everything became so still. In an instant.. I lost it. I was gone. My mind was swimming into a sea of madness. I slowly got up, ignoring everyone around me. I swayed toward the door and felt an arm on my shoulder, trying to stop me. I quickly slapped it away and turned to see who it was. Of course this idiot would try to stop me; Natsu. His expression was firm and tense, ready for an attack of some sort. I gave him a sheer icy glare before continuing towards the door, not bothering to examine his expression. There was no time to deal with him, or anyone for that matter. No one understands. "Perhaps.. perhaps this is how she felt." I thought, "Lost, alone.. empty." I kept walking as I scanned the blue sky; it was vacant of clouds just as the love in my heart.
Natsu's P.O.V
Gramps had finished reading the letter Juvia wrote before descending. Everyone was tense and frozen like ice. I smelt salty tears in the air, as some of the girls let the waterfalls flow smoothly out their eyes. Time was non existent. One of our nakama was lost and gone forever. It hurt like a bunch of bricks being thrown at you all at once. Then I heard them. Footsteps. And his fucking scent filled the room. I clenched my teeth but remained still. He made his way to all of us before he dare asked what happened. I wanted to rip his throat out in that moment but restrained as the other guild members made way for him towards Gramps. Gray looked at Gramps curiously and whispered to him. Gramps didn't say a word and raised his hand to tell him to shut the hell up. I would've just punched him right in his sharp jaw, let him bite his tongue so he could swallow up all those words he said to Juvia along with some blood. Gramps handed him the paper and he hesitated but took it with a stupid ass expression on his face. God, I would've given anything to beat the shit out of him again. He scanned the paper thoroughly, looked like he read every word as if it were a sip of a drink. As he finished, something took over him. He latched onto the paper and fell on his knees. I smelt more of the salty tears, but this time it was from him. I winced. I got satisfaction that he got a taste of his own medicine. He swiftly got up, wobbling a bit and started walking to the door. No one even flinched. "Wait just a fucking minute." I thought. I wasn't letting him go that easy. I quickly took steps towards him and put my hand on his shoulder. He quickly slapped it away and gave me a stare that I would never forget. It was the stare of a man who's blood was mixed with boiled oil and who's eyes were friends with the devil himself. Mostly, it was a stare of a man who had just lost everything. A mad man. A dead man. He turned back around and kept walking as I stared in awe. An overload of emotion swept me as I he walked away, looking up in the sky, losing himself even more in the depths of insanity.