"Just do it."
Eliane sees herself there, standing in front of Ignia.
"I… I can't. I didn't want to have this Magic..."
"Gifts are not to be refused, Eliane. I order you to use it. I don't want Natsu to sully his blood."
The girl had a movement of rebellion at those words:
"Why do you care so much? In the end he is a human being, as you say! He wasn't born a Dragon, why do you care about him?"
The intense golden eyes of the Fire Dragon shine with a malevolent light, he is not used to being denied what he desires, but another voice overlaps his, and Eliane still gets shivers thinking about it:
"Ignia, calm down. Ultimately, Eli isn't entirely wrong. Natsu is a human being, and he would have continued to be one if he hadn't met Igneel. However… You must plead our case. Dragons are on the brink of extinction, we cannot allow them to mix their blood with those who don't have draconic powers."
A flash of horror had illuminated Eliane's beautiful indigo eyes:
"So it's not just Natsu the problem… You're telling me I should…"
The other Dragon in human form had smiled in a sleazy way:
"Yes, my dear Eliane. You understood very well. That's what your power is for, right?"
"NO."
Her "no" echoed throughout Gold Owl guild hall, where this conversation took place.
The two pairs of eyes, golden and turquoise, of the two Dragons focused menacingly on the girl.
"…I haven't been able to escape your influence all my life but now I won't allow you to manipulate the existence of others."
"Oh yes, you will, Eliane, and when you're done we'll think of you!" Ignia thunders, furious.
"I won't be with any damn Dragon!" Eliane roared, immediately touched by the hot flames of Natsu's brother.
Scared, but eager not to retreat, the girl continued:
"…And I won't play with the feelings of any Dragon Slayer…"
"Not even if we decided to kill someone dear to them?"
Ignia's friend's chirping had the merit of sending ferocious cold shivers down the back of the girl with long, flowing orange hair.
Without answering, with tears in her eyes and her teeth clenched in anger until they almost broke, Eliane ran away from Gold Owl guild, never looking back.
"Follow her." Ignia ordered his friend.
"With pleasure."
Eliane traveled kilometers and kilometers until she reached Magnolia.
It is December 10th of the year X793 and the rain freezes as soon as it hits the ground, causing the girl to fall disastrously onto the pavement, thanks to her delicate white high-heeled shoes, one of her father's useless gifts.
"I hate these shoes, I hate this weather, I hate my powers and I hate my life!"
Her ankle hurts, but it isn't broken. What is broken is her heart, destroyed by years of oppression and abuse.
The constant presence of two Dragons and that cursed guild of alchemists.
The toxic influence on her personality, on her education.
The impossibility of escaping without being tracked down.
That seemingly senseless escape.
"Anyway… What's the point of my life? I have nothing of my own..."
While she sits there brooding over her misery, a young woman loaded with supplies and an old man in a wheelchair are arriving from across the street, along with a girl with short hair.
"Master, Mira, look!" exclaims the latter.
Immediately, the three people approach Eliane, and she finally raises her chin towards those three angels who came to save her.
"What are you doing sitting out here? You'll get sick!" Makarov tells her, in the caressing voice of a grandfather.
"Did you get hurt?" Mira asks her, adjusting her bags so she can hold out her hand.
Faced with this attentions, Eliane can't take it anymore and bursts into desperate tears.
"He's here… I can't stay… He'll find me… He always knows where I am… He'll find me and you'll be in trouble…"
Her pain and fatigue are so great that Eliane faints.
When she wakes up, the girl lies in a comfortable and clean bed, which smells of lavender.
"Where am I?"
"You're in the Fairy Tail infirmary, what a scare you gave us!"
Eliane's confused eyes move to the kind woman before her, then to the one she discovers to be her younger sister, and finally to the old man who has been worried about her.
"And him? Have you noticed a suspicious person?"
Fairy Tail members look at each other quizzically.
"There was no one out there but us." Mirajane, the woman with the kind look, reassures her.
Eliane, once again, gives in to tears:
"Please, let me stay. I don't want to go back out there, I can't take it anymore... I'm too sick of it..."
The Fairies immediately empathize with her, so Makarov gives her his okay:
"Of course… Just take all the time you need."
Eliane is grateful for that concession, so, little by little, the crying subsides into a pleasant sleep, as she has probably never had.