Hey people of planet earth. I'm so sorry for not posting sooner. I have a book report for AP Lit and it isn't done yet. Don't worry I won't abandon any of my stories. Reviews give me motivation to keep writing so keep them coming. Also I hate random computer reboots. They mess things up.
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~~Chapter 5~~
The next few hours were long and exhausting. The scores were in the high 80s and low 90s. It was nearly noon when the rest of the enemies fled through the doors. Every member was bruised and battered. We gathered in the main hall with everyone waiting for my father. Besides bruised we were also bloody. My brothers and I had the least on us. Exhaustion was what filled us. I sat on couch as my brothers filled the space on either side. Suddenly I felt a cold chill run down my back.
"Hey, Sting?"
"Yeah?"
"When is Uncle coming back?"
"How wou-" A cold wind blew in and the front doors burst open. He drew the attention of the guild and many people took several steps back. He wore a high collared leather jacket, dark jeans with various chains hanging from random pockets, a circle necklace, and a dark shirt with gold trim. His pitch black hair matched his eyes and when he smiled you could see his abnormally sharp canines. Or fangs as some people called them. Though I don't know who would. Both my brothers and I had these too.
"Uncle!" I sprang from my spot with my brothers and ran to him. I wrapped my arms around him as my brothers stood from the couch.
"You know my magic can kill you if you're too close."
"Can't. You know I'm immune to your death magic. You can't kill me even if you tried."
"Wait," he look around the guild. "What happened here?"
"We... Um... Got attacked at 3 or 4 in the morning? Right? Yeah."
"You got attacked?" He raised his eyebrows and let go of me.
"Well... Sabertooth got attacked... When we were sleeping... So... Yeah." The air around him grew thick, his eyes got lighter before turning blood red, a black rim surrounding them with two more inside his irises. Almost like a target.
"Who did it?"
"Dark guilds and Phantom Lord." Sting answered.
"I will murder them for harming my family." He pulled me back into a hug and I returned it.
"Zeref! A word please?" Dad called. Uncle let go and walked over to him.
"Dad! What do you want us to do?!"
"Take out the trash."
"On it!" Sting called back.
"Open! Gate of the Teleporter! Kaden!" In a flash of gold a man appeared in front of me. He wore a red and dark blue striped shirt, jeans and grey sneakers. Four watches glittered on his wrists, two gold and two silver, one on each wrist. A sphere of swirling blues, pinks, and purples dangled on a thin silver chain around his neck.
"Yo what up!? How can I be of service to you?"
"We need to move the bodies of the enemies. Can you teleport us, Kaden?"
"Yup. Sure can." He straightened and crossed his arms, his right hand over his left wrist turning on his silver watch. He widened his stance moving his wrist in a circle before doing the same on the other side. He then shouted "Teleporter's Tunnel." The design on his necklace expanded and seemed to come out of his necklace. It stopped growing when it was large enough to step through.
We spent the next few hours rounding up the bodies. To keep organization we separated them according to what guild they belonged to. Kaden walked with us teleporting the bodies to their piles, while we picked them up and identified their guild. We were heading to the backyard when a rather large pile of bodies caught our eye.
"Did we do that?" Sting asked.
"I am not entirely sure. Maybe?"
"How could we not know?"
"You also have to remember that Mousy was under the same orders."
"No way she did all this."
"Maybe it was a combo of both?"
"Doesn't matter. Lets just clean it up." As we approached one of the symbols gleamed in the light. I picked up the pace hoping it wasn't true. I kept wanting, wishing what I saw was false. Yet, as I walked up to the bodies my hope was shattered. On the top, in the center was a man. On his chest was a green symbol that looked like a tiger's head. A Sabertooth tiger's head.
"No," I gasped. I look at his face. Galleant. Age 43. Magic: Nature Magic. Association: He was there since I was born.
"No," I repeated. Another face: Kim Swan. Age 25. Magic: Animal control magic. Association: She came to the guild after some forest animals helped her escape her abusive boyfriend. She learned her magic after coming to the guild.
"No! This isn't real! It can't be!" By this time my brothers caught up to me.
Red Douglas. Age 14. Magic: Misty water magic. We grew up together. Ryan Ricks. Age 67. Magic: Communication magic. He was my father's friend. They went on missions all the time before he became guild master. Even after, they were close.
"Have they no mercy?! Who would kill a 14-year-old?! He had his whole life!" I yelled. Another body. Purple guild mark on the inside of his wrist. Face unknown. I pull his body from the pile and I stumble to the floor.
"Hey. What is it?" Rogue asks.
"This is definitely not Mousy's work." Rogue smacks him upside the head.
"Of course it's not you idiot." They look back to see me point at the body that lay in front of me. It was that of a boy. He wore a purple shirt and jeans. Black sneakers were scuffed and a chain necklace with a squirrel on it was wrapped around his neck. However, there was now blood spatter on every inch of his body. Blood dripped down his arms and legs. A huge amount of blood pooled on his stomach. Wide slashes on his legs proved he got hit and kept fighting. A large hole in his stomach was at the center of the pooled blood.
I crawl back to him and apply pressure to the wound, trying to stop it from bleeding anymore.
His eyes flutter and he chokes out my name.
"King! You're alive! What happened to you?"
"Ambushed... Surrounded... Fought...Fought with magic to weaken... Then used sword... Stood no chance... Call the others." He gasped.
"Don't worry. We won."
"We... Won?"
"Yeah."
"Listen," he sat up and grabbed my shoulders. "Fight... not won. They... will come back. You... must tell dad... to separate...Only way to... keep you safe... Not...much time. HURRY."
"What about you?"
"I... Dying. No...stopping...You... Must... Live." With that his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his shallow breathing stopped, and his body grew limp.
"King? King! King, wake up. Don't go to sleep! You can't leave this family!" My voice rises as tears down my face. I take my bloody fingers and shake him by his shoulders.
"Wake up! Wake up!" I felt someone wrap their arms around my stomach and pull me away from him.
"He's dead, Sis."
"Dead? What? He's not dead. He's sleeping. King? Wake up now."
"He can't. He's dead."
"No. No. No! He can't be dead! Let me go. Let me go! He can't be dead! King! Wake up!" I squirm and struggle trying to free myself from my brother's grasp.
I kept repeating, "He can't be dead. No. He can't be." My brothers kept trying to calm me, trying to convince me that my half brother is dead.
Finally I break free and I go back to his side. I take his hand only to drop it seconds later. Cold. His hand was cold. I put my hand on his cheek. Cold. I feel for his pulse. Nothing. His normal cheery attitude was ripped from this world and his body. Another face joined the list of the dead. King, half-brother, son of Catherine. Age 19. Magic: telekinesis. C-class, older brother, taken off this world.
I never hated the C-class. All I ever did was tease them more than normal people should tease their family. So what if that sound a bit off. The only person I ever hated was Mousy and even that was never enough to kill her. I only had love for my family and I would do anything to protect them. I never let anyone tease them like I did. I never let anyone tarnish their name or that of our guild. I may seem heartless and cruel but that is only to protect myself and everyone around me.
Yet, I failed. He's dead. Cold. Lifeless. He's never coming back. Dead. Pain pounded in my chest. My heart pumped it to the rest of my body. The thoughts in my head were being covered by an inky blackness. The longer I stared at his dead body with his blood dripping off my person the more the blackness took over.
"No. No. No! No! Nnnooo!" I screamed and the pain in my chest released as if fueling my scream. In the back of my mind, though the blackness, I felt something stirring. Something huge inside me was stirring and I don't know what.
Sting and Rogue held their sensitive ears, stepping back to free themselves from my scream. As the pain slowly subsided so did my screaming. Tears streamed down my face and I fell to my knees, holding my right hand over my chest. My gaze drifted to my dead brother. A small piece of paper sticking out of his pocket. I pull it out slowly, wondering what it was doing there. If he was killed for a reason then wouldn't take everything on his person? Don't tell me that killed him for no reason. Anger began to line the edges of my mind. When I unrolled it it read:
Target six eliminated. One down, nine to go. Master is yet to be discovered. Yet. Magic level: medium. Skill level: high. Easy to defeat. Notes: If he was this easy to kill then the rest will fall easily. I can't wait until target two is captured. We will have fun as the female blonde female as our sex slave.
My hands trembled. My breath caught. A red tint now lined everything in my vision and was slowly getting darker. The note fell from my fingers but I quickly stuffed into my pocket. My hands balled at my sides. I started panting and the thing inside me stirred again.
"I will murder them. I will hunt them down. Their blood will run from their bodies. I will find them. Their blood will drip from my fingers as I rip out their hearts. They will pay for what they have done. They will pay for what they plan to do. I will end their miserable, pathetic, useless, empty, greedy, pitiful lives! I will kill them all! Not one will live to survive the massacre!" I screamed again, anger fueling it instead of sadness.
My brothers looked at me in shock. I could understand why too. I may be mean but I would never intentionally kill someone. Unless of course I had a good reason. Like getting attacked in the middle of the night for no apparent reason and hurting my guild mates. I felt sparks on my skin as it was trying to ignite a flame. Yet, when u look there is nothing there. I turn and start walking away when one of my brothers grabs my wrist. My eyes flashed as u turn to face him.
"Let go, Sting."
"I don't think killing them is the best idea."
"Oh? And letting them live is? Let's go, Rogue. Sting obviously isn't going to help us." I try to jerk my wrist from Sting's grasp when someone else grabs my other wrist. I turn and look at him.
"Rogue? You don't agree?"
"We should get revenge but we shouldn't kill them."
"No! They have to die! They have to know and feel the pain we felt!"
"Yes, but they shouldn't have to die."
"Yes they do! They have to! They have to die!" I pull against them, aiming for the door. Their grip tightened around my wrists.
"Let go! Let me go!"
"I don't think so, sis."
"Let me go! I have to make them pay! They have to die!"
"We don't have to kill for such a petty reason. We don't extinguish entire guilds for one person's death."
"Alright. Fine." Their grip didn't loosen.
"Sis?"
"They need to SUFFER!" I thrash against their grip, but they held tight. There was a small glowing at my hip, that I was aware of, but I ignored it. My current task was trying to escape my brother's grip. The read tint grew darker still as they continued to restrain me.
"Snap out of it, sis!" Rogue exclaimed.
"Not until they are drowning in their own blood!" Sting swept his leg under my feet effectively knocking me to the ground. Now laying on my back Rogue held down my legs and Sting sat on my stomach holding my arms down.
"We can't let you do that!"
"Why won't you let me avenge our brother!"
"Why would you want to? He's a C-class."
"He is my blood! We share a father! He is my brother! He must be avenged! Let me go!" The glowing grew brighter but my brothers didn't notice.
"Do you plan on doing it yourself?" I am still trying to fight my way out of their grip as I'm talking.
"I will exterminate all of them! With or without your help! You are with me or against me and I WON'T BE STOPPED!" A flash appeared next to us. He had red hair and black slitted eyes. He had a red button up shirt, black leather jacket with a high collar and jeans with chains hanging out the pockets. Red scaly wings stuck out of his back in what I knew was 12 feet. He had a red scaly tail with black spikes starting on the tip of his tail going to the back of his neck. Black swirls covered his wings and tail making it seem as if black fire was mixing with the orange flames.
~~Arceous's POV~~
"What happened? Where's the dragon?!" I asked frantically. I search the room, analyzing the situation.
"What dragon?" Sting asked.
"What dragon!?" I mocked, "Obviously the –" I stopped when I saw her brothers.
"What are you doing?"
"That's not the point, Arceous. What are you doing here?"
"OK. Well… The other spirits I thought we heard a dragon. So… Here I am."
"What dragon?" My red hair swayed as I looked around the room.
"…"
"What dragon, Arceous!?" Rogue asked.
"I could've sworn we heard a dragon roar. No matter. Can you please tell me what you are doing?"
"..."
"Come on. You can tell me. I am her favorite spirit after all."
"Fine. She went crazy after King died." Rogue answered.
"And after we found a note in his pocket." Sting added.
"Any other symptoms?" I asked inspecting her outer appearance.
"Symptoms?"
"Anything else that is out of the ordinary?"
"She kept talking about revenge and is more violent than normal." I folded my Dragon wings and leaned in close to her face inspecting every inch. Recognition and remembrance filled my mind and surely my face and I fought to push it away. At least in front of her brothers.
"Oh, Princess. Why now? You didn't ever have to. I'm not so sure how long it will stay a secret after this. Don't worry Princess. We'll help you." I murmur too low for the dragon slayer to hear.
"How can you fix her?" Sting asked.
"Like this. Princess? Princess. Do you know who's talking?"
"A-Arceous?"
"Correct. What's your problem?"
"They killed my brother. They have to pay! I will KILL THEM!"
"Alright. Question. What happens if you get caught?"
"I go to jail."
"What will happen if they connect the massacre to your father?"
"Nothing."
"Wrong. The council will rip your family apart, separate you, and cut off all communication. Then they will find the link between other members of our family. What would happen if they found Zeref? Less people to protect our family." The red glow faded significantly.
"Other people see our family has horrible people. As murderers and dark wizards, as thieves and disasters waiting to happen. If they are gone, who is going to watch over your siblings? Who will watch over the members of our guild who cannot take care of themselves? You know why we got attacked tonight. They want to kill our family, to destroy what you have built, to push Sabertooth to its knees, to take what is rightfully yours." I growl.
"Then we must destroy them now!" My princess struggled to stand.
"No! Wrong answer!" I yell pushing her shoulders down. Her head thumps on the ground before her eyes start staring up at me.
"That is what they want. How are you supposed to protect Kitten and Winter with you and your father in prison, the siblings separated, and the guild severely weakened and or destroyed? Their magic is strong but they are too trusting. You know that. What else do we know about kitten?"
"Someone gave her weakness out to the world."
"Then what happened?"
"She can't go on serious missions because every villain carries string and yarn with them. Yet ribbon has no effect. She now has a higher possibility of being captured or tortured. She could be used as leverage against us just for being our family."
"What about Winter?"
"Sh-she c-can't go anywhere by herself."
"Why?"
"She w-was cursed. She h-has to have s-someone with her at all t-times. She can n-never be by herself. Now depending on the s-situation is how badly she reacts. It ranges from being s-scared, to depressed, to h-hallucinations, and everything in between. We tried everything we could think up as a substitute but nothing short of a human, Mage or not, works. Not even the exceeds suffice." Tears ran down her face, her rage long forgotten.
"So, if everyone knows Kitten's weakness how can she fight here?"
"W-we s-set u-up a protection s-spell to k-keep enemies f-from bringing it i-inside the guild."
"Who will protect them if the family is separated, communication cut off, and some of the family in jail?"
"N-no one. Arceous, I can't let that happen!" I let her up and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her tears stained my shirt, not that I cared.
"It's all right, Princess. You're OK." She nodded and wipe the tears off her face.
"I'm alright. I'm good."
"Awesome. Now let's report this to your father."
"Hold up. OPEN! Gate if the Messenger! Fueljet!"
"What kind of name is Fueljet?"
"A spirit one?" When the smoke cleared a man stood wearing a white long sleeve collared shirt, a tan vest, tan pants, and a brown shoulder bag hung over his shoulder with the strap over his chest. Along the strap was different vials and two bottles hung at the bottom just above his bag. His blond hair was slicked back and a bored-ish smile was on his face, almost as if he was bored but was happy to be called.
"Good morning, Princess."
"Why do they all call her "princess?""
"Not all of them. Why are you questioning her?"
"I normally don't pay this close of attention. This is all new to me."
"You are pathetic."
"I need you to make sure that the attackers did not kill any of the rest of our family."
"On it." Two minutes later he gave the news that the rest of the family was safe. She thanked him and he disappeared.
"Alright. Lets go, guys. Thank you Arceous."
"Your welcome."
"That will be all."
"As you wish." I then left Earthland for the spirit world.
As a apology I am going to give you guys something. It may or may not be necessary and it may have some explanation and foreshadowing.
Star Meets Fire
~~Several years earlier~~
It was spring. I was in the park by myself swinging on a swing. My brothers were at home, all of us doing the same thing. Hiding from Minerva. Sure hiding form a bully does nothing to help your situation but I didn't have another solution. Minerva is my older half-sister. She, her siblings and even her mom bullies me, my brothers and my adopted siblings. Her mother even encouraged it. I wouldn't be surprised if she taught them to do it. So here I sat by myself, alone in a park somewhere around sunset.
My mother was usually working so she couldn't stop Catherine unless she was there. They did it so far under the radar that dad didn't even notice. Dad told mom that she wasn't allowed to go on real missions without him because he refused to let her die without him by her didn't have the same restriction. She could go on any mission she liked. She mostly stayed home though. So mom never left town but that didn't stop her from working. We saw her when she got home late in the evening and when she left early in the morning. Even then it was only for a short while. Mom has this helping complex. She can't stop helping people. That same complex is what lead to the adoption of my non half siblings. It didn't stop with people. It extended to plants and animals as well. She never told us where she was working only she was leaving and when she got home.
The smell of faint tears and determination drifted to me on the breeze. Curious I set off to find it. Three times a week mom takes me to the forest to train with Atria. These training sessions are a secret to everyone except my mom. I especially had to keep it a secret from my twin brothers. This is especially hard for me since we are so close. This is actually the only secret I have from them.
However, recently both my twins started training with dragons. Okay, let me rephrase that. Until recently they were training with dragons. And I used to training in the forest. That was before the dragons and my mentor disappeared. They all disappeared a few weeks ago at the same time. Strange, isn't it? I still train myself in the forest just to up my skills. Mom said that I was stronger than my brothers but she never told them that. They've always held it close in their minds and hearts that if I am stronger than them that I have train with them. So far training is the only thing that we have done separately.
I followed the scent around the large park. It was as if they were lost and were just wandering around. I soon came to the center of the park where four large trees stood proudly in a circle. Their branches intertwined at the center making it impossible to tell where one tree ended and another one began. No one was on the ground so I guessed that they were up in the tree. To prove my point I heard sniffling.
"Hello?" The sniffing stopped.
"I know you're here." They didn't move. I sighed. I chose the closest tree and started climbing. They still managed to stay hidden from my vision.
"I just want to know why you're crying."
"I wasn't crying."
"Ah ha! I knew you were here. Were too."
"Was not."
"Were too. I heard it and smelled it."
"How could you?"
"Enhanced senses."
"From what?"
"Training my magic."
"You have magic?"
"yup."
"What is it?"
"Nope. I'm not telling any more about me until I see you and you tell me about you." As if melting from the shadows he appeared in front of me. He had tan trousers, a black vest, black sandals, and a white scarf. His hair was the best thing that I had ever seen. Nothing I have ever seen before could top it. I felt as if I could laugh if I didn't love it so much. It was pink and spiked the the spikes going every single direction possible.
"Was that so hard?"
"What? You're not going to make fun if my hair?"
"Why would I?"
"Have you seen it?"
"Yeah and I think that it's cool."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I love pink. And spikes."
"I'm Natsu Dragneel."
"Lucy. Lucy if Sabertooth."
"No last name?"
"I don't know it."
"How?"
"Never asked. Plus, everyone around here knows my name."
"I see."
"You never answered my question."
"Which was?"
"Why were you crying?"
He sighed, "I don't know why I'm telling you but...I'm a dragon slayer."
"So are my brothers!"
"Cool. So a few weeks ago my dragon dad, Igneel, disappeared. I'm looking for him."
"My brother's dragons left too. I wonder if they are connected."
"Maybe. So what are you doing in a park by yourself?"
"How did you-"
"I didn't smell anyone on you and no one came after you when you found me."
"My older half sister and her mom bully me, my brothers, and my adopted siblings. Oh, and my other half siblings heavily tease us. However, not as much. So, I'm hiding."
"I see. You said you had magic?"
"Celestial Spirit magic."
"What's that?"
"I can summon spirit based on the constellations. But there are a few that are not based on the stars as well. My goal is to get both kinds."
"Cool."
"What type of dragon slayer are you?"
"I'm a fire dragon slayer."
"Cool! Show me."
"What?"
"Show me your fire."
"Only if you show me one of your spirits."
"Deal."
"Lets go to the forest. I don't want to blow up some building.
"Sure." As we walked we continued to get to know each other.
"How old are you?"
"Seven. You?"
"Seven in a few weeks. Where do you plan on after this before meeting me?"
"I dunno. I was thinking to check out different guilds. I have a few checked off my list that I'm not joining. So far I'm thinking Fairy Tail."
"You should come to my guild."
"Alright. But I'm not joining. I still need to check out the other guilds first."
"Ok. Ok." We finally got to a place that Natsu approved of.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Fire Dragon Roar!" He took a deep breath and put his closed fists over his mouth. Then a large stream of fire shoots out of his mouth and hit the tree he was aiming for. It and the two trees behind it instantly turned to ash.
"Cool!"
"I know. It has a lesser effect on humans and doesn't turn them to ash."
"Thank god."
"Your turn."
"Ok. Who do you want to see?"
"Your scariest one."
"Oh no. She'll refuse to help me later when I need her if I call for no reason."
"Second scariest one?"
"Easy." I pull out Misthaven's key. "OPEN! Gate of the torturer! Misthaven!"
"T-torturer?" I wasn't sure if Natsu was truly scared of Misthaven or not. After all she was really scary. It probably wasn't her purple mist like hair or her long black cape or her chain necklace. It was most likely her choice of weapons. She had a belt with slots of different things. Om the left side was daggers and knives of different sizes. A small piece of leather just below the hilt kept the daggers from moving, leaving the blade visible. On the right side was the same except instead of daggers and knives it was vials and bottles of liquids.
Two leathers straps made an "X" over her chest. The hilts of two swords were visible over her shoulders below her cape. On the straps were grenades of different colors swaying softly looking harmless. On her hips, tucked on the inside of her belt, were different types of guns. Only four showed but I knew she had more in the spirit world.
"What do you think?"
"B-besides her w-weapons, w-why is she s-scary?"
"She hates humans and loves them in pain, especially when she is the cause."
"That is only mostly true, Mistress. I love you and I hate to see you in pain or suffering," she said smiling while sending a glare to Natsu. He shivered.
"Thank you, Misty. I love you too. Natsu wanted to see a spirit and I wanted to to show him you."
"I'm flattered Mistress."
"You're welcome. That is all."
"As you wish," she said as she faded to the celestial spirit world.
"How was that?" I repeated.
"Awesome! We're going to be great friends, Luce."
"Best friends. I know we will." We fist bumped before heading back to the city.
So, I decided this short story is relevant to the story. I can't wait to give you some explanations without actually telling you. However, if you have questions you can PM me. I am so sorry for posting so late. Oh my goodness! 5,000 words. I would have never thought.
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