This chapter is going to be the last chapter that directly follows the canon of the show for a bit. Feel free to ask questions regarding anything related to the story or characters.
I'm going to go on hiatus for two weeks. Midterms are going to kill me. But I'll be back by February 6th. But until next time!
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Note two: Bolded text indicates telepathic dialogue. Italic text indicates a flashback.
Blake stifled a yawn, squinting at the sunlight. Next to her, Yang gave a cautious sniff of the air.
"Weiss," the blonde began, "Remind me why we've chosen to visit the docks on our day off?"
The Heiress gave an uncharacteristically sly grin "Well, I've heard that students from Vacuo will be arriving today for the Vytal Festival. And I feel that, as a representative of Beacon, it is our duty to greet them as they enter our great kingdom."
Blake liked this side of Weiss–the side where Weiss wasn't stifling herself with the expectations and weight of her name. "She wants to scout out the competition before the tournament. Give us an edge."
Weiss whirled around, puffing up with faux anger. "Your accusations are baseless Blake."
"Woah," their team leader muttered. Ruby had stopped walking looking down the street at…a dust shop. One of its windows was shattered open, the glass still littering the floor. A barricade of caution tape and cones blocked off the shop from the rest of the street. Blake watched as Ruby turned her head toward her, giving a slight nod of the head. Okay, I guess we're doing this now.
Team RWBY collectively decided to check out the situation. Luckily, there weren't many officers on the scene, just three of them. The detective–or the officer who seemed to be the detective, was writing something down on his scroll.
"Uh, do you know what happened here?" Ruby tentatively asked.
The officer didn't face her when he replied. "Dust robbery, second one this week alone. I swear, this place is turning into a jungle." He walked away from the girls, and approached another officer, inspecting the register.
"They left the lien behind," the second officer noted. "Doesn't make a lick of sense. Who needs this much dust?"
The detective gave a noncommittal shrug. "You thinkin' the White Fang?"
"I think we're not paid enough for this job." Blake couldn't help but let her eyes twitch in anger. These detectives had barely touched the crime scene, gone through any evidence, before just assuming it was the fanus who did it.
"The White Fang," Weiss shook her head in disappointment. "What a bunch of degenerates." It was taking everything for Blake not to slap Weiss.
"What's your problem with the White Fang?" she asked instead.
"They, I don't know," Weiss pretended to be thinking hard for an answer, "Want to wipe humanity off the face of the earth!"
"They're–misguided," it took Blake a moment to come up with the right word.
"Misguided its a bit of an understatement," Weiss shot back.
"But that doesn't mean the White Fang were the ones who robbed this dust shop," Blake countered, "And why downtown? That's the worst possible location to commit a burglary."
"She does have a point," Ruby placed a calming hand on Weiss's shoulder "Partner."
Weiss, momentarily forgetting her anger, turned a slight pink. "I told you not to call me that in public." Then her fury returned. "But that doesn't change the fact that the White Fang is made up of a collection of thieves and murderers."
"That's kind of a simplistic way to look at things Weiss," Yang noted. Before anyone could respond, a different voice called out.
"Someone stop that fanus!" The sound came from the direction of the sea. Blake ran up to a small overhang and looked down at the ship filled with Vacuo students. On the top deck, two Vacuo chased after…a monkey fanus. The golden blonde kid hopped onto the ship's railing.
"Thanks for the ride!" he gave a playful wave before jumping onto the dock itself and sprinting away. He scaled the small seawall and lept over the railing onto where Blake and her teammates were standing.
As he ran by, he winked. Right at Blake.
"After him!" Weiss cried. The rest of the team immediately dashed after the stowaway. But Blake stood still, trying to understand what happened. Then she noticed the rest of her team was gone. Shit.
She dug her feet into the ground and sprinted after them.
Mavis hummed to herself, letting the stylus in her hand fly across the thin tablet in her lap. All that she had drawn so far was the basic layout of the drawing–a tree in the foreground overlooking a river in the background. A pair of girls sat next to each other on one of the oak tree's branches. One had long blonde hair, while the other had shorter brown hair tied in pigtails. She had one leg resting on the branch of the oak tree, with the other hanging in the air.
Mavis rested her head against the tree trunk. The tablet had been a gift from General Ironwood, courtesy of her and Zerefs–very short–stint serving alongside James back in the day.
Below her, sitting between the roots of the oak tree, Zeref sat cross-legged, meditating. In his mind, Zeref reached out from the dark void to the sun that was the Fairy Heart. He hadn't tried to tap into the Lumen Histoire in a very long time. But given what happened last time with Salem, when both he and Mavis were at the Grimm Queen's mercy, completely exhausted, Zeref decided that his, and by extension, Mavis's recovery rate was too slow. Mavis had shared her experience of trying to use the Fairy Heart, which inspired Zeref to revisit the idea. This time, he approached it with more caution, learning from their past encounter with Salem and aiming for a more restrained approach.
As he reached and placed a hand on the glowing ball of energy, Mavis glanced down to see Zeref's hair turn white, a soft glow emanating from him, similar to the last time he absorbed the Fairy Heart. Strangely, Mavis didn't really feel any different, but she chalked it up to their shared soul.
The two of them needed a break after…their little encounter with Roman and the White Fang. Luckily, Friday happened to be a special day off for students, so Zeref and Mavis were going to take full advantage of the time to relax.
So of course Mavis's ears picked up an unnatural rustling of the trees, along with distant running–and screaming.
The noise got loud enough that Zeref broke his concentration, the excess magical energy dissipating into the air.
"What do you think that is?" The Black Wizard asked tiredly.
Using her calculating mind to narrow down the options, the Fairy Tactician replied. "Something fun." Light twinkled in her eyes.
"Anything else?" he waited.
Nope!" Mavis cheerfully responded. Zeref rested his head back against the tree in exasperation. It didn't take long for a blonde monkey fanus to crash into the small clearing, panting, with his eyes trained on the forest behind him. The storm of stomping continued for a couple more seconds, before quickly fading away. The newcomer sighed in relief and turned around.
That's when the stranger jumped back at seeing Mavis and Zeref staring at him.
"Woah!" the stranger scratched his golden blonde hair. "Uh, sorry for disturbing you guys. I'll just, leave now."
"Just let him go," Zeref tried to say.
"What's your name?" Mavis asked in a sing-song voice, swinging her legs in the air. Zeref sighed and stood, approaching the stranger.
"Uh," the monkey fanus's eyes flickered to Zeref before responding. "I'm Sun!" He stuck out a hand.
The two teenagers stood there awkwardly for a moment.
"Zeref," Mavis mentally nudged him. "He's offering a handshake."
"Sorry," Zeref told Sun in a quiet voice. "I'm not super comfortable with…"
"Oh," he replied with a smile. "No worries. Do you mind if I ask what you two were doing here? Not in a weird way! But, I kind of ended up here by accident, sooo–"
"So you're not from around here?" Mavis hopped down from her perch atop the tree branch, softly landing on the grass.
"Yeah!" he grinned. "I'm here for the Vytal Festival, actually. Representing Mistral!"
"It's only the Vacuo students who are arriving today," Zeref noted, "Mistral won't be arriving for another week." The Black Wizard pressed further. "What were you running from?"
That got Sun flustered. "Uh, well…I might have–"
"You hitched a ride with all the Vacuo students," Mavis cut him off, eyes twinkling. "You were visiting family?"
"That was scarily accurate," the monkey fanus answered. "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up." He leaned toward Zeref. "So, is she your girlfriend or something?"
"I suppose you could see it that way," Zeref mused, more to himself. Mavis was more than that–the only person who was still alive who loved him. The only person who accepted him without reservation. And despite all of the pain he caused to her family, she forgave him.
"Yes," Mavis interlaced her hand with his, pulling Zeref closer to her till he could smell the citrus shampoo in her hair. Her tone was almost…possessive. "He is. Now, we're going to show you around Vale."
That caught Zeref off guard. "Are you sure we need to do this?"
She elbowed him in the side. "It'll be fun! Trust me."
"I don't think you need to," Sun began to slowly back away. "I'm sure I'll be able to find my way quickly."
In response, Mavis grabbed him by the wrist. "Grab his other arm Spriggan!" Zeref shook his head as he wrapped his hand around Sun's bicep.
"What are you guys doing?" Sun's voice gained a nervous edge.
"It'll be easier if you play along," Zeref warned. "And if you won't, I won't stop her." The monkey fanus's eyes flickered toward Mavis, whose face had a mischievous grin.
"You know what," Sun said slowly, "sure. But before we do this, I want your names."
"Zeref," the black-haired teenager released his arms.
"Mavis!" The pastel blonde let her arms drop. "Now lets go. I have an idea where we should go first."
Tuckson was opening the last box of delivered magazines and books when he heard the customer bell ring. He called "Just a minute!" as he replaced the box cutter in his pocket. He walked out to the front counter, only to be met with some familiar faces.
"Mavis!" he smiled warmly. The young girl had been a regular at his shop for a few years now. He'd watched her get slowly old in age and taller in height. Well, maybe not so recently. "I see you've brought Zeref as well." He noted an unfamiliar boy with blonde hair pursuing the comics section of the store. His similarly colored tail would grab one comic book for the boy to grab and put away the one he'd read.
Zeref shrugged. "Mavis and I are showing Sun," he motioned to the monkey fanus who was now trying to balance a book on his tail, "around town, and figured we'd drop by."
"So I'm assuming he's here for the Vytal Festival," the bookshop owner smirked. "On that note, that book you ask for, Mavis? I have it in the back right now. I can get it for you right now, but only if you stop Sun before he rips the spine of my books."
"Bringing him here was a terrible idea," She whispered loudly to Zeref before turning back to Tuckson. "Of course! Zeref, do you mind…"
"Sure," the black-haired teenager replied with a slight nod. As Mavis went to stop Sun from adding another book to his little stack, Tuckson turned his attention back to Zeref.
"I think we both know you're here for more than what you've told me," the bookkeeper sighed. "C'mon back." Tuckson guided Zeref into the storage room of extra books. It didn't take long before the teenager began to talk.
"I need to know more about the White Fang," Zeref's commanding tone took Tuckson off guard. He'd only seen the most senior leaders of the White Fang use such a tone, usually when issuing orders. A child of Zeref's age shouldn't be able to have that.
"What would you have me tell you?" Tuckson asked as he moved toward the order's shelf. He placed specific customer orders on a separate shelf to make it easier to retrieve them.
"I need to know who's in charge of the White Fang Branch in Vale," Zeref asked.
"Well, it's been a while since I left the White Fang," Tuckson answered noncommittally. "Not sure if it would be the same person. I do know though that Sienna Khan is the current High Leader of the White Fang. She's the one that caused the group to turn to…more violent measures."
"And who caused you to leave them," Zeref deduced.
"She wasn't the only one," Tuckson pulled out the book Mavis had ordered. The cover read The Undead. "Adam Taurus had just come to power at the tail end of my tenure. I'll admit, he was extremely charismatic, even attracting the daughter of Ghira Belladonna to his cause."
Tuckson caught Zeref flinch slightly at the mention of Blake. "Would he be the type of person to work with humans?"
The question was too specific to be a hypothetical question. "Zeref, what have you gotten yourself into?"
"I can't tell you," the teenager held out a hand, gesturing to the book. "Could I have it?"
"Right," Tuckson remembered that Mavis had already paid for the book when she ordered it. "So, if you're not going to tell me, I'm just going to assume you ran into Adam working with a human somewhere in Vale. To answer your question, I'm not entirely sure. Taurus hates humans–all of them. But he's also easily lured in by power. He murdered his way to becoming branch leader, by having his predecessor killed. If Adam's working with a human, then he must see the human as a way to gain more power within the White Fang."
"Interesting," Zeref muttered. "I believe that's all I needed. Thank you, Tuckson." The two of them exited back into the main store, only to find no one else in the store.
"Where'd your girlfriend go?" Tuckson asked Zeref. He waited for a response.
"I have to go," the teenager answered in a monotone voice. "Thank you again." He raced out of the store. When Zeref pushed the door open, the thing nearly fell off his hinges.
Geez. The bookkeeper went to inspect the damage and sighed. He'd been holding off on aura-proofing his shop, but at this point, it seemed like he would have to. Those kids are really going to need to learn how to control their strength.
Blake didn't realize anyone was following her until she heard a familiar voice call her name.
"Wait up Blake!" Startled by the use of her name, the cat fanus turned back to see the same boy they had been chasing after earlier stopped a few feet away from her, trying to catch his breath.
"How do you know my name?" She made sure her tone left no room for him to dodge the question. "Are you part of the White Fang?"
"What? No!" The boy shook his head. "I got your name from a friend. I'm Sun, by the way. Why are you running anyway? Did you upset the authorities too?"
"No I didn't," Blake turned away, frustrated. "Just, leave me alone."
"Look," Sun stopped her from moving by grabbing her arm. "Could we just talk? Whatever's going on with you, I just wanna help." Blake took a hard look at Sun, trying to study his face. By the looks of it, the monkey fanus was genuine.
"Let's talk somewhere else." Blake walked another block to a nearby cafe. She had frequented the establishment multiple times, ever since Blake had first come to Vale.
"Woah," Sun muttered as the two of them walked through the door of the cafe.
"Hey Akira," Blake approached the frizzy-haired cat fanus behind the counter.
"Welcome back ," the cafe owner smirked. "The usual?"
"Sure," She seated herself on the bar counter and pulled out a second stool. "You going to order something?"
"Uh," Sun sat down next to her, staring at the menu board. "Could I get the mango and banana tropical smoothie?"
"Coming right up." As the barista busied himself with the orders, Blake turned back to Sun.
"Where are you from, Sun?" She was genuinely curious, given that the blonde had technically been a stowaway.
"Well," Sun began, "technically I am from Vacuo, but I'm here for the Vytal Festival representing Haven. I might have…saved time by riding with the Shade students because I was in town visiting family."
Blake smiled at the story. "Did you at least talk to your team before doing that?"
"Definitely," he smiled. "The guys–my team–would've come with me too, but they all had major exams on that day, so they couldn't come."
"Huh," Blake stared at the aged wood of the bar counter. What she'd give to trust her teammates like that. "I might see you again during the tournament then."
"Then you're from," Sun tried to guess. "Beacon?"
"Bingo," Blake replied.
"So the girls I saw you with at the docks," he started, "they're your teammates." When Blake didn't reply, he continued. "So where are they now? And why were you running? You haven't mentioned why yet."
"Because I can't be like you Sun!" Blake swung her hand out. "Look, one of my teammates has a…hostile opinion toward the White Fang, and I don't know how she'll react now that she knows I used to be one of them. I-I didn't trust my teammates, and now they probably think I'm a liar."
"Woah woah," Sun pulled her hand down. "You said you used to be in the White Fang?"
"The White Fang was different when I first joined," Blake explained. "When my father was still in charge of the movement. It was supposed to serve as a symbol of cooperation between the fanus and humans. We were peaceful. But when he stepped down–and humans kept mistreating us, Sienna Khan took his place."
"So that's when they started murdering people?"
"What else were we supposed to do?" Blake steadied herself. She was getting defensive. "I guess a lot of us at the time, myself included, thought that violence and fear would be the only way to win equality."
Before Sun responded, Akira returned with their drinks. "One Menagerian Matari and one Mango and Banana smoothie." Sun used his tail to grab the handle of the glass and took a long drink.
"This stuff is great! What kind of black magic did you do to make it taste this good?" He took another sip. "The souls of the innocent?"
Akira let out a small laugh. "Just passion and experience. But I will make a note of that new drink idea." As the barista walked away to help another customer, Sun continued his questioning.
"So what happened that made you leave?"
"It was my partner," she sipped her coffee. "Adam. He…" Blake trailed off, unsure of what to say. What was she supposed to say? Her partner had done a lot of things, some good, mostly questionable. But above all else, Adam was terrifying.
"Hey," Sun placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. "It's cool if you're not comfortable talking about it. To be honest, I didn't really want to know anyway."
"Sorry," Blake finished her drink. "I've just–I don't know. You know all the dust robberies that have been happening around town? A lot of people think it's the White Fang, but the White Fang hasn't needed this much dust before."
"I mean," the monkey fanus set down his smoothie. "The only way to prove that the White Fang isn't behind this is to find where all the dust is going, right?"
"Do you have an idea where all the stolen dust would go?"
"Well, I overheard some dock workers that a massive Schnee dust freighter was unloading its cargo in the warehouses along the docks."
"Let's go then," Blake pulled out her wallet, leaving her payment of lien on the counter. As she walked out of the cafe, Blake felt someone watching her. Quickly scanning the restaurant, the only people that she noticed were an old man reading a newspaper and a couple sharing a bowl of curry. One had brown hair tied in pigtails, and the other was a blue-haired man with glasses.
Blake shook off the feeling. It must've been her imagination.
Mavis was fidgeting with one of her mask's horns to keep her awake. While she had wanted to take it easy for a while, Blake's disappearance from her team–along with her conversation in the cafe, had bothered the pastel blonde too much. Granted, her and Zeref had tailed Blake for the better part of the day, leaving Mavis feeling more exhausted than before.
"I think Blake and Sun can handle this love," he told her. Zeref had been trying to get her to sleep, but Mavis just couldn't let Blake walk into danger without some sort of help.
"Yeah," Mavis slapped her cheeks to stay awake. "But you fought Torchwick and the White Fang. I'm not sure that Blake is ready for this, especially if she only has Sun as a backup."
"If you're that worried about them, I already called in for them a few more allies."
Before she could investigate further, a familiar bowler hat-wearing mobster walked out of the warehouse, surrounded by four White Fang members, all equipped with standard-issue energy-based rifles. The convoy the terrorists had raided must've been carrying a lot more supplies. Torchwick began talking with his defacto guards, but Mavis was unable to hear him. That wouldn't do.
Focusing, Mavis opened up more of her magical channels, before funneling that energy into the space right in front of her. It didn't take long before Mavis's thought projection finished forming. She glanced down at her physical body, which was now slumped against the metal roof of the warehouse.
Hopefully, no one would discover her limp body.
It only took a few moments for Mavis to get oriented with her avatar, before quickly floating down to the docks.
"...is the next Bullhead arriving?" Torchwick sounded exasperated. "We don't have all day! Heck, I could probably run a better version of this operation by myself."
And as if on cue, a white cargo plane roared in the air, rapidly descending in front of the warehouse. Then in a flash, Blake was holding Roman at sword point.
Mavis was just about to dissipate her thought projection when Zeref intervened. "She'll be okay. Besides, we'll lose a tactical advantage if you can't hear or observe what Torchwick is doing."
Mavis couldn't blush with her ghostly avatar unless she simulated it, but hot shame ran through her regardless. "I–yeah. I just, I don't want others to fight in the same battles we could do alone."
Blake used her free hand to unwrap her bow. "Brothers of the White Fang, why would you work with this scum?"
At that, Roman laughed. "Has it not come down the grapevine yet Little Kitten? The White Fang and I are going in on a joint business venture."
"Tell me what it is before I burn your little operation into smithereens," she snarled.
Two more bullheads could be heard approaching the warehouse. "Oh I wouldn't say little," the mob boss smirked while opening up the barrel end of his cane. Shit.
"The cane!" Mavis threw that quick message to Blake. The cat fanus glanced confused before noticing the orange glow coming from the walking stick. She jumped back, leaving a clone to slow Roman down.
The following explosion blew asphalt from the road high into the air, before raining down. Many pieces simply fell through her corporal body. Smoke climbed into the air.
Now that Blake wasn't holding Roman hostage, all of the White Fang members began opening fire on her, forcing the huntress-in-training to block some of the shots and let her clones tank the rest.
Then Sun landed on top of one of the attackers, causing them to crumple to the ground.
"I had this under control Sun!" Blake swept the legs of another of the attackers before shooting them point blank to disable their aura.
"Hey, I wasn't going to just watch you fight a bunch of terrorists." Sun blocked a sword swing before slamming his staff into the stomach of the final White Fang member. As the two finished off the still-standing fanus, Mavis tailed Roman as he reentered the warehouse.
"Oi!" he stormed into the building. "It would be really great if I could get some backup–" He was cut off by another White Fang member being launched into the wall of the warehouse so hard the metal dented itself.
"What is it now?" Roman muttered. Suddenly, a golden shield ricocheted toward Roman, forcing him to use his cane to block the attack. The shield clattered to the ground, before returning to a certain Mistrali worrier.
Pyrrha?
Pyrrha had been a little apprehensive when she first got a call from Zeref. Frankly, she felt her student advisor was too harsh on Jaune.
Speaking of Jaune, he paused while in the middle of a blocking routine when he noticed Pyrrha had turned her attention to her scroll.
"You need to take that?" he pointed with his sword.
"I'm not sure," she sighed. "It's Zeref."
"That's weird," Jaune sheathed his sword. "He's never called anyone before. Heck, I don't think I've ever seen him use his scroll. I think you should answer."
"Why?" Pyrrha asked him, not in a dismissive way, but out of genuine curiosity
"He probably needs help," Jaune shrugged. "Why else would he call you?"
"I guess we can call our training session here then," she hooked her javelin back onto her belt before answering the call.
"Hello?" Pyrrha asked, placing Zeref on speaker. Jaune merely raised his eyebrows.
"Are you busy right now?" Zeref's voice crackled with static.
"No," she was getting frustrated by his rudeness.
"Blake's gotten herself into some trouble by the docks," he answered.
Pyrrha exchanged a concerned glance with Jaune, both of them sharing a moment of silent communication. The mention of Blake being in trouble immediately raised red flags.
"What kind of trouble?" Pyrrha questioned, her voice tense.
Zeref hesitated for a moment as if choosing his words carefully. "It's a bit complicated. She…ran into the White Fang. I thought you might be able to help."
Pyrrha furrowed her brow. "Why aren't you reaching out to her team then? Shouldn't they be the first ones to know if something's wrong?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Zeref sighed. "It's a long story, Pyrrha. She and her team are going through…a difference in opinion."
Pyrrha exchanged another glance with Jaune, who seemed equally puzzled. "We're on our way," she declared, determination settling in her eyes. "Just give us the location."
Zeref quickly relayed the details, and Pyrrha ended the call. She turned to Jaune, who was already strapping on his gear.
"What do you think is going on?" Jaune asked concern etched across his face.
"I don't know," Pyrrha admitted, "but we need to find Blake and make sure she's okay." Zeref may not be the best communicator, but if he was reaching out to her, it must be serious.
Zeref continued to observe the unfolding chaos, occasionally flickering back to Mavis's limp body. Blake and Sun were preoccupied with the White Fang fighters that kept trickling out of the bullheads. He did notice that a few members were ignoring the attackers to slowly begin to load dust on the Bullhead.
To stop them, Zeref momentarily created barriers to trip the fanus running with dust crates, causing them to drop the product. Before the masked fighters could recover from their fall, either Sun or Blake knocked them out.
"Hey," Mavis's sudden voice caused him to lose focus of his barriers, allowing them to dissolve. "I found the backup you called for. Why Pyrrha and Jaune though?"
"It wouldn't be fair if I told Blake's teammates where she was," he replied. "And August happened to give us Pyrrha and Jaune's phone numbers."
Another explosion rattled the air, as smoke belched out of the doors of the warehouse. Through the smoke, Roman Torchwick sprinted toward Blake and Sun, firing on the latter. The monkey fanus leapt into the air, allowing the explosive round to sail passed him to hit the stack of unused shipping containers. Unfortunately, the force of the blast was enough to topple the whole stack.
With a groan, an avalanche of metal descended toward both Sun and Blake. Just as Zeref was about to try and block the containers, a red blur zipped through the storm, snatching both fanus as it went.
It was Ruby.
"What was that outside?" Mavis still (at least Zeref assumed) keeping an eye on Pyrrha and Jaune, asked him.
"Torchwick caused a stack of containers to collapse," he answered. "Ruby swooped him to save Blake and Sun though. Are Jaune and Pyrrha okay?"
"Jaune held his own!" Mavis's tone indicated pride. "Oh, and Pyrrha swept the rest of them." Just as she said that Mavis's body stirred back to life. "That will never stop feeling strange."
Zeref supposed that was natural. If anything, it was impressive that his fairy was skilled enough to casually perform a high-level technique without incident. Then he heard sirens.
"The law enforcement are here," he groaned.
"C'mon," Mavis chided. "The police aren't bad."
"They are when you get arrested every time you go into town alone." Zeref teleported over to his wife, helping her up. "So we need to go."
The two of them watched as Roman's next shot was blocked by…wait.
"Isn't that–" Mavis's eyes widened.
"Dr. Polyendina's daughter," Zeref confirmed. No other girl could control ten almost autonomous blades at once. What was she doing here?
"I thought James wouldn't be arriving for a while," The Fairy Tactician shook her head. "I guess they'll be okay then."
Zeref breathed a sigh of relief. "Could we actually take tomorrow as a day off?"
"Yes, please." Mavis squatted down, clearly exhausted.
Taking extra care to teleport, Zeref and Mavis reappeared back in their dorm room, before simultaneously collapsing onto their bed.
"Goodnight," was all Zeref got out before fading into sleep.