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Chapter 14: Prodigal Son
Phantom Lord Guild
Night Terror carried the unconscious Lucy through the destroyed guild, making sure he was to avoid and stray debris on the ground. He walked into the main hall where he battled Jose Porla, frowning at the damage he caused from his rampage.
He needed more training. More discipline. More control.
Slinking out of the shadows behind him was a large man with tanned skin and a blindfold over his eyes. He wore a green hat and coat over a yellow robe and red skull necklace. This was Aria the leader of the recently defeated Element Four and one of the most powerful mages in the guild.
He grinned wickedly when he saw the Phobos looking away from him and moved his hands before him, ready to attack.
"How sorrowful," he quietly said, "for me to kill the last of the Phobos. I am honou-ack!" he cried suddenly as a giant fist slammed into him.
He flew through the air and smashed into the stone wall at the far end of the hall. Night Terror glanced behind him as he watched Aria slid down the wall and fall unconscious onto the floor.
"You missed one," Makarov called out as he made his way over to the Phobos.
"I saw him," Night Terror informed.
"Sure you did."
The master hobbled over and looked up at has bandaged face with a tired smile, "So, you managed to take control of your power. I'm proud."
Night Terror looked away bashfully, "I... had help."
"That's the reason why I'm proud," Makarov said, "you sure have grown from the lost child seven years ago. You have worked hard to get where you are now and use your Fear magic despite your handicaps. Not only that, but ever since Lucy has arrived, you have become less aloof and have gained many allies in only a short amount of time."
"And I have ruined it," Night Terror muttered sadly, "I suppose the rest of the clan now think I am nothing more then a monster,"
Makarov hummed humorously, "I wouldn't bet on it, leanabh," he said before reaching into his cloak and pulling out a black long sleeved t-shirt, "here, Porlyusica thought you would need this."
"I thank you," the Phobos said as he laid Lucy down gently on the ground, took the shirt and put it on. He hummed as he pulled at the collar slightly. It had been a while since he has worn anything else, "I must remember to thank Miss Porlyusica as well," Night Terror murmured.
"Do it in a few days," Makarov advised, "she was pretty mad when she sensed you became a Deimos."
"That...is a good idea," Night Terror agreed. He has been on the receiving end of Porlyusica's scoldings too many times.
"Master/Gramps!" several voices cried from the far end of the hall.
Erza, Natsu, Happy, Grey, and Elfman rushed through a door towards the two, followed closely by Mirajane, Ur and Lisanna who went to help her brother. They stopped short as they saw Night Terror, never seeing him without his black robe before and gasped in astonishment.
"No way," Grey muttered.
"That's him without his robe," Elfman added.
"He still looks pretty scary," Happy softly said.
Natsu frowned and slowly approached up at Night Terror. He inspected his bandaged face closely, making the Phobos wince in anticipation at what was about to come.
...
...
...
"Who are you?" Natsu asked in confusion as he cocked his head to the side.
Night Terror blinked in surprise before frowning, "Mr Natsu it's me," he told him.
"What sort of a name is Me?" Natsu questioned, making the Phobos sweat drop.
The other guildmembers groaned in despair, "Natsu it's Night Terror. He just doesn't have his robe on," Erza said in a deadpan tone.
"What really?"
"How many people do you know call you Mr. Natsu, you idiot," Grey muttered.
Natsu looked back at Night Terror again, "Wait so if your Night Terror that means," he gasped and pointed accusingly at the Phobos, "you have a human body!"
Happy shook his head, "We already knew that, Natsu," he sighed.
Ur rubbed the bridge of her nose in irritation, "I have only known him for a little while, but I'm honestly worried for him," muttered to Lisanna.
Lisanna giggled, "He's always been like that. Anyway, if there's one person we needed to be worried about it, it's Mira," she told her as the two looked over to the white haired teen in concern.
Mirajane was going through a crisis.
She was turned away from the group holding her head in her hands. Her cheeks were bright red and was shaking a lot.
"Night without his robe. Night without his robe," she muttered to herself as wiped away a nosebleed, "What should I do? Should I look? But I'll offend his customs. But on the other hand he looks so handsome. Maybe just a peek. No! Bad Mira! I can't disrespect him like that. Or maybe he wants me to look. Why must you tease me like this, Night."
She continued to ramble on as Ur and Lisanna stared at her in worry.
"Damn," Ur uttered, making Lisanna nod solemnly.
Night Terror cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, "I must apologise for my actions. I...had lost control of my power and as a consequence I became a monster. I promise to make sure it will never happen again and hope you would find it in your hearts to forgi-"
"Night Terror fight me!" Natsu boldly challenged, interrupting the Phobos.
"Fight you?"
"Yeah, that other form of yours looked strong. I want to fight it," he declared as fire burst from his hands.
Erza grabbed him by his the scruff of his vest and glared at him, "Will you stop it, you idiot. You're are not fighting him," she scolded, making Natsu whine.
"But I wanna," he complained.
"If you like, Mr Gajeel is still in the control room. I'm sure he would fight you," Night Terror suggested.
"Alright!" Natsu cheered as he escaped Erza's grip and ran past them and out of the hall, "Come on Happy!"
"Aye!" Happy cried as he flew after him.
They watched the two leave the hall before Night Terror turned back to the rest of his guildmates.
"As I was saying-" he started before Grey waved his hand dismissively.
"Don't worry about it. We understand," he told him, much to the Phobos' surprise.
"You do?"
Elfman nodded in agreement, "That's right, you helped me when I lost control of my magic and it would be unmanly of me to not return the favour. You really helped me and my family, Night Terror."
"We will not ostracise you because of a mistake," Erza said, "You are still part of Fairy Tail and we do not turn our backs on our own."
Night Terror was shocked by how easily they forgave him. The was a chance that it could have got worse or he may have killed somebody, but they weren't treating him any different. He looked through his bandages at his fellow clansmen and saw their kind smiles directed at him. He looked down at Makarov who gave him a look that read 'I told you so'. He had never felt so accepted by a people that weren't his own kind.
He belonged somewhere.
The Phobos bowed his head, "Thank you for your forgiveness," he simply said, not knowing what else to say to them.
Erza gave a stiff nod before something on Night Terror caught her eye. She saw a blue tattoo swirl on the back of his hand and she gasped gently. It was as if something in her mind unlocked and memories of somebody she once knew resurfaced. That person had the exact pattern on their hand. She stepped forward and pointed to uncovered hand in shock.
"Night Terror, what is that?" she hastily asked, making the Phobos look down at his hand.
"It is called wode. Why do you ask?"
Before Erza could reply, Lucy stirred and slowly woke up, making everybody look down at her. She groaned and rubbed her head before noticing her guildmates around her.
"Hey guys," she cheerily greeted, happy to see that everyone is safe.
"Lucy, we're so glad that you're alright," Lisanna said as everyone started to crowd over her.
"Phantom Lord didn't hurt you did they?" Erza asked, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Lucy shook her head as she got into a sitting position, "Not really. Is the war over?"
"Yes," Makarov answered, "Jose Porla and his guild have been defeated and Fairy Tail has won."
"Good," Lucy said before the smile left her face, "I'm really sorry. This was all my fault I-"
"You did nothing wrong, Miss Lucy," Night Terror said as he crouched down to her height, "Nobody blames you for your decision. If anybody has to pay for their crimes, it would be your father. But that is a problem for another day. Please do not be upset. Everyone in Fairy Tail is worried about you."
Lucy looked up at him with a deep frown before it changed into a soft smile.
"Thank you," she looked around at her guildmates, "Thank you all."
"Would you like some help getting on your feet?" Night Terror asked, but she shook her head.
"No thanks," she said as she shakily stood up on her own, "You've done enough carrying me all the way here."
"Wait what?" Ur said, giving Lucy a teasing smirk, "What was that about carrying you?"
Lucy jumped at her tone and gave her a sheepish smile, "Oh it was really noth-"
"I carried Miss Lucy from the Control Room to here," Night Terror explained, oblivious to the deadly glare Mirajane was giving Lucy, "However, I wish I had worn something-"
"Okay!" Lucy shouted in panic as Mirajane's glare became more intense, "why don't we go back to the guild now. Please. Where there are witnesses."
"Excellent idea," Erza announced, "we must celebrate our victory back at the guild."
Everyone agreed and were about to make their way back when they heard Mirajane give a soft gasp. They turned and saw she had fallen on the floor, her breathing laboured and a dainty hand pressed against her forhead.
"Mira is something wrong?" Grey asked in concern.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I just felt a little feint all of the sudden. I must have exhausted all my magic during the battle," she explained before looking up at Night Terror with the innocent look she could muster, "perhaps if somebody were to carry me, I feel much better," she hinted.
The most of the group looked confused except for Lisanna and Ur who gave her a deadpan look.
"Really Mira," Lisanna muttered.
"Nobody is falling for that," Ur added.
"Oh Miss Mira, of course I will carry you," Night Terror said in worry as he made his way over to her, much to her joy.
'So clueless!' Ur and Lisanna thought at the same time.
"Don't worry, Night Terror!" Elfman bellowed suddenly, "It's a man's job to carry his sister to safety!"
"What?" Mirajane uttered before yelping as Elfman picked her up by the arm and slung over his shoulder.
"Don't worry sis! I've got you!" he shouted as he jogged out of the hall.
"No! Elfman put me down! I'm fine!" Mirajane cried, "Bring me back! PUT ME DOWN NOW!"
How her shouts of protests were ignored by her brother as he carried out of the Phantom Lord guild, followed closely by the others.
Fairy Tail Guild
Victorious cheers rang through Magnolia as the Fairy Tail members celebrated.
The war was over. They had won.
However the victory seemed bitter sweet when they all gathered outside the pile of rubble that used to be their guild. The attack had been too much for the old hall and the ceiling had collapsed. It was lucky that everybody had left before the collapse otherwise they would have been crushed.
Makarov stood at where the entrance used to be and sighed wearily, "They really trashed the place, huh," he muttered.
Lucy stood a few feet behind him and, despite Night Terror's words, still felt guilty about the whole event, "Master...er..."
She stopped when she felt a hand fall on her shoulder, causing up to look at the bandaged face of her Phobos friend. Night Terror had managed to find a pair of trousers, a jacket and pair of leather gloves (all of which were black, of course) to cover the rest of his body. Lucy and the rest of the guild hadn't got used to seeing him without his robe and found it odd to see his slim, but muscular physique. However, this feeling was not shared by either Mirajane or Cana who was rather enjoying the sight.
"It is just an old building Miss Lucy. What made it special are the people around you," he told her, gesturing to the guildmembers behind her.
"That's right!" Jet cried from nearby, "We can always rebuild it."
Droy nodded in agreement, "Yeah, at least everyone is still unharmed."
The rest of the guild cried in agreement as well. They were just happy that everybody was alive and well. Lucy's eyes started to leak tears as the guild...no her guild showed her support, she was not used to all this support.
"Lucy," Makarov called out over his shoulder, causing everybody to become quiet, "Happiness and sadness, we can't share all of it. But we can to some extent. That is a guild. One person's happiness is everyone's happiness. One person's anger is everyone's anger. One person's tears is everyone's tears. You don't have to suffer with guilt for our thoughts should reach you. Raise your head," he said, turning and smiling at Lucy, "You are a member of Fairy Tail."
It was too much for Lucy. All the love, support and companionship had overwhelmed her and she began to sob into the air, happy that for the first time she belonged somewhere.
Night Terror stood back in surprise as the blonde teen began to wail loudly. He looked lost at what to do. Night Terrors were not know for their reassurance.
Should he hug her? No, that seemed inappropriate. Should he pat her on the head? No, that was too childish? He couldn't do nothing because she was his friend and friends comforted each other.
He ended up just patting her shoulder awkwardly.
'That should be enough,' he thought as Lucy continued to cry her eyes out.
"All of this damage," he heard Makarov mumble, "the Council is not going to like this. I'm going to be arrested," he cried as he too broke down in tears.
Night Terror snapped his head between the crying Makarov and Lucy in panic.
If he didn't know how to comfort his friend then there was no way he knew how to comfort the Master.
Rune Knights Army Camp
"I will ask you this one more time," the Rune Knight interrogate sighed tiredly, "What caused the guild war between Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord?"
Night Terror smiled in amusement, "I have explained the cause many times, Mr Interrogator. Phantom Lord had instigated the war and I finished it. I don't know what part you are finding difficult to understand."
Not long after Lucy's and Makarov's break downs, the Magic Council Enforcement and Investigation Squad (or the Rune Knights) marched up and surrounded the members of Fairy Tail. Guild wars are still illegal and so the Magic Council had sent their private army to deal with them and find out who was to blame for it. Night Terror was one of the first to volunteer for an interview, although it would seem that the Rune Knights were reluctant to engage with him.
"Fine," the Rune Knight muttered as he scratched his beard, "How did Phantom Lord start the war?"
"One of their members attacked Team Shadow Gear and I stopped it."
"Who was involved in the attack on the Phantom Lord Guild?"
"That would be me."
"Nobody else?"
"No."
"Who destroyed the Phantom Lord's walking guild?"
"That would have to be me again."
"Who defeated the Element Four?"
"Me again and allow me to finish the rest of your line enquiries. I destroyed the Jupiter Canon, defeated Mr Jose Porla, defeated Mr Gajeel and was responsible for destroying the Mach II Guild."
"So you're saying that you were the only person who fought in the war and the rest of Fairy Tail had nothing to do with it," the Rune Knight said.
"Indeed," Night Terror told him calmly.
The interrogator hummed and leaned closer, "Look Night Terror-"
"The Night Terror," the Phobos suddenly corrected, "I haven't given you permission to use my name so casually."
The Rune Knight's eye twitch in annoyance but forced a smile on his face, "Of course, my apologies. The Night Terror, you do not need to cover for the rest of your guild. I don't know if they forced you to do this or you felt you needed to protect them. But it is the council's best interest that we find out who were the main participants of the war and arrest those responsible. Surely you must understand the importance of this investigation."
Night Terror sighed wearily, "Mr Interrogator, please do not insult my intelligence. I can sense your fear and you fear the council. Allow me to make a guess," he mused as he leaned forwards in his seat, towering over the Rune Knight, "You have been given orders to not accept my confession and arrest me. However since I can just claim immunity like the previous time I and the rest of the Fairy Tail guild can get off scot free. While you and your sorry excuse for an army will get in trouble for disobeying orders. Am I correct?"
The interrogator growled and slammed his fist on the table.
"Damn it!" he muttered, earning a small chuckle.
"My apologies, but it would seem I have the advantage over you and it is quite a shame, really, since you have come all this way," Night Terror said before cocking his head to the side, "However, may I propose a suggestion?"
The Rune Knight raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"
"Well, since you cannot arrest me the, how about a fine,"
"A fine?"
"Indeed, the council can fine the Phobos Clan for as much of our currency as they desire. I suppose it is the next best thing and it is unlikely you will get in trouble," he calmly explained.
"W-well," the Knight stammered, "I'll have to run it by the council first."
Night Terror waved a hand dismissively, "Do what you must."
The Rune Knight nodded, got up from his seat and left the tent, leaving the Phobos alone. Night Terror felt slightly bad for tricking the Knight since he was only doing his job, but it was only a little fun. Not only did Night Terror not have any Phoboan currency on him, but the Phobos Clan didn't even have a form of currency or a monetary system. So demanding a fine from the Phobos Clan will be like demanding a desert for water.
His attention was drawn away from the knight to the box he had in has lap. Lucy had given it to him earlier and he had yet to look inside.
Within it was evidence of who told Jose Porla and Gajeel his true name. He found it unlikely that the Phobos Slayer would know and even more unlikely to put it into the hands of Phantom Lord. However, he was not in a position to understand his means or why he has taken seven years to act now. What is he doing? Is he punishing him?
Night Terror placed the box and slowly opened the latch. He took a deep breath, opened the box and looked inside.
The was only one thing in the box, but it was enough for him to forget the world around him.
He heard no sounds, smelt nothing, his body became numb.
In his shock he barely breathed, lost the ability to speak, and there were no thoughts running through his head.
It was as if time itself stopped at the second as he stared at the single object. As if everything in existence just faded away into nothingness and he was lost in the hazy confusion.
He managed to reach into the box, pulled out the object and inspected it in the light.
'Impossible,' he thought, completely dumbfounded to think anything else, 'impossible.'
For within his shaking hand, clasped tightly between two fingers was no other than one single...
...black feather.
The Rune Knight walked back in, but Night Terror barely acknowledged his presence and continued to stare at the feather in his hands.
"So the coun-"
Suddenly, Night Terror stood up sharply, making the knight jump in fright. He marched to the tent door and the knight tried to stop him.
"Hey wait! I didn't tell you to lea-"
Night Terror grabbed him by his robe and pulled him up to his height, "I am leaving now. Do not charge any members of Fairy Tail or else I will curse you and your army. Tell Makarov that I will be gone for a while," he ordered darkly, using his Fear magic to enforce his points.
The Rune Knight nodded in fear and the Phobos dropped him before heading out of the tent, still holding the feather in his hand.
Fairy Tail Guild
The rest of the guild members were either being interview by other Rune Knights or waiting to be interviewed. Lucy was in the latter to group as she sat near the rubble of the destroyed hall along with a few other members.
She sighed in boredom held her head in her hands.
'I wonder how Night is doing,' she pondered, 'I doubt he would like be interviewed by the Magic Council of all people. Hopefully, they won't dig into his past.'
She was brought out of her musings when she saw a Rune Knight approach Makarov from afar. He seemed to be in some sort of daze and a little pale as if he witnessed a traumatic event. Makarov looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and listened to what he had to say. Only for the elderly master eyes to widen in shock.
"What!? When!?" he shouted at the knight, drawing everyone's attention.
Lucy lifted her head up and frowned in worry. She got onto her feet and made her way to Makarov and Rune Knight.
"Master, is there something wrong?" she asked.
Makarov sighed wearily and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "It's Night Terror. He's gone."
"Gone?" Lucy gasped, "Why?"
"I-I don't know," the Knight stammered, "he just told me to tell you that he will be gone for a while."
Makarov grunted, "It's unusual for him to take off like that. Something is very, very, wrong."
Lucy felt her heart tighten in worry and her hands formed into fists. She had a horrible feeling that whatever was in that box was the cause of all this.
A Rural Cottage
On top of a hill stood a stone cottage which overlooked a small valley. It looked pleasant with a small woods behind it, a stables attached to the side, and big enough to house a small family.
Arthur O'Connor was proud of his cottage. He had built it himself several years back in a place he knew he wouldn't be disturbed by any raiders or thieves. However, even if any criminals were to invade the home, they would instantly regret it when they see Arthur.
Arthur was a beast of man and resembled more of a bear then a human. He stood at almost seven foot with bulging muscles and a rugged face partially concealed by a large brown beard. He always seemed to be scowling no matter his mood and his hair had some grey streaks showing his age. He wore a long grey coat over a red vest and white shirt and wore a pair of thick leather gloves.
He pulled the reins of his horses with his giant hands and stopped his wooden cart just outside his cottage. He climbed out of his seat and landed on the ground with a loud thud before going up to his horses and patting them on their noses.
"Thank you my friends," he said in a gravelly voice.
He was about to put them in the stables when he caught the scent of something. He sniffed deeply and growled like an animal when he realised that the scent was coming from his home. He stomped towards the front door and threw it open, ready to tear the intruder in half. However, before he could do anything he saw the person casually sitting on his armchair and stopped with a tired sigh.
Night Terror didn't have to wait long for Arthur and was enjoying the comforts of his home. He even helped himself to some tea he found in the pantry. He raised his bandaged head as Arthur stormed in and nodded his head in greeting.
"Fàilte air ais," he said to Arthur.
The giant man snarled, "Don't you dare welcome me after you broke into my house."
Night Terror cocked his head and placed the teacup in the coffee table, "Do Timorin gun a bhith a 'bruidhinn."
"Of course I'm not," Arthur muttered as he turned and hanged his brown coat on back of the door, "It's a dead language."
"Not quite dead," Night Terror coldly replied, dropping his dark tone as he stood to his feet, "Seven years."
Arthur sighed, "Look-"
"SEVEN YEARS!" Night Terror roared, "I thought I was the last of our kind for seven years! Do you know how much I have suffered thinking I was alone!? That all my clan was dead! But no, it turns out that there was a Beathach just several miles from where I live! Why is your face uncovered!? You are disrespecting our customs!"
The other Phobos took off his gloves to reveal a blue tattooed swirl on the back of his hand. Similar to the wode tattoo, Night Terror has.
"You're wrong. You are the last one. I do not follow the Clan anymore," Arthur told him calmly, making Night Terror step back in surprise.
"You can't just do that."
"What? You think Mì-fhortanach is going to curse me," Arthur mocked bitterly as he turned towards him, "Well guess what, she isn't real just like the rest of those stupid stories," he said as he walked past Night Terror.
"Those stories are important," he insisted.
"They were important. Back when he had a clan and an Island."
Night Terror turned to him, "But we do have a clan. If you're here then there has to be othe-"
"Stop," Arthur demanded sharply, "just stop. None of that is going to happen. So...stop...trying."
Night Terror glared at the back of his head for a few moments before sighing in despair.
"What happened?" he softly asked, "Please I have to know."
Arthur looked over his shoulder and sensed his distress. He sighed and pointed to a simple wooden chair beside his armchair.
"Sit and we'll talk, alright. But I get the first question since you broke in," Arthur growled as he sat down.
Night Terror followed his orders, placed the chair in front of his and sat down, waiting for him to speak.
"Well, Ru-"
"Do not dare say my name," Night Terror snapped, "you lost that privilege when you gave it away to Mr Jose Porla."
"And I will explain why in a moment," Arthur snarled back before taking a deep breath to calm himself down, "How did you find me?"
Night Terror took the black feather from his pocket and showed Arthur, "Feather of a Fithich. Commonly used by Beathach for their clothing and can only be found on the Island of the Fear. All I had to do is track it back here. You were sloppy leaving it behind."
"I'm rusty," Arthur grumbled, "I haven't taken that form in many years. I don't recall you being any good at your magic."
"Things change."
"I suppose it does."
"How did you survive the attack?" Night Terror asked.
"Simple. I was late to the celebration," Arthur explained, "I was patrolling the Eastern sea in my Fithich form and was flying back when I saw the smoke," he gripped the arms of his chair tightly as he recalled the events, "I had never felt so helpless when I saw the fire. That's the problem with being a Phobos. All those travesties and horrors they tell you that happened around the world, you never expect them to happen to you. In one day, everything was taken away from me. My home...my island...my Clan...my wife and children..."
Night Terror frowned gravelly when Arthur trailed off and stared down at the carpet. Night Terror bowed his head.
"I am...sorry."
Arthur sniffed and looked away, "I investigated but I couldn't find anyone. Nobody but the dead and the destroyed land. I went out and search for anybody that I could take revenge on...but there was nobody. I was lost and distraught and I just... left. Found a place I could settle down, earn a living transporting goods and tried not to think of the past. I'm sorry...I honestly didn't know you survived."
"It is...alright. I found a guild and I am happy," Night Terror said.
"Yes, I know now. But now it's my turn," Arthur said as Night Terror nodded for him to proceed, "Where were you when the incident happened?"
Night Terror frowned, trying to think of where he was. But the fog was still thick in his mind, blocking him from recalling any memories.
"I-I don't know," he admitted, "everything has been hazy as if something is stopping me from remembering."
The older Phobos hummed in thought before standing up, placing his hand on Night Terror's face and inspecting his eyes through his bandages.
"What are you-"
"Stop moving," he demanded as he continued to inspect his eyes before releasing him, "Your eyes are slightly clouded. You've been hit with a Mallachd Cuimhne. A very powerful one," he told him as he sat back down.
"A memory curse," Night Terror muttered, 'did the Phobos Slayer do this? But that does not make any sense. Why would he want not want me to remember?'
"I can't do anything about it," Arthur told him, "It can only be lifted by a trigger memory, something so significant in your past that it would be impossible for you to forget. Once that happens it eventually fades away. So be patient, don't force it and let it happen naturally. What can you remember perhaps I can help you."
"I...remember a town...a town that was destroyed because of my stupidity and arrogance," Night Terror recalled.
"Of course," Arthur sighed, "Elend," he said, surprising Night Terror.
"You know it?"
"Know it? Of course we knew it. It was such a scandal at the time," Arthur told him, "the whole Clan was up at arms. We thought the Masters were going to exile the two of you until the Grand Master stopped them."
Suddenly, Night Terror remembered that event. He and Muireall were put on trial before the elders. He remembered that he was filled with too much grief to be scared of any punishment they could inflict on them. Just before they were about to announce their charges, the Grand Master stopped the trial and pardoned them, much to everyone's surprise.
He didn't give a reason why and just hobbled off back to his temple. The man he saw as a grandfather barely looked at him. Usually, when they were unable to talk, he would give him a cheeky smile or a wave, but there was no such Look from at the time. The warmness in his eyes had all but vanished.
Muireall wouldn't speak to him and avoid him if he tried to approach her. She had been very devoted to the Phobian teaching and because of him she had lost all credibility. He knew that she hated him from then on and became distant from the rest of the Clan.
Another life he ruined.
In the past six months after the trial, before the attack, he was completely alone. His fellow clansmen would tolerate him, but there was no way he could win back their trust.
Night Terror held his head in hands in despair, 'I am nothing but a curse.'
"You doing alright?" Arthur asked, raising a concerned eyebrow at the other Phobos.
"Muireall," Night Terror suddenly said, his head still in his hands, "what happened to her?"
Arthur shook his head, "I don't know. I remember her avoiding every celebration and gatherings and spent all of her time at the library. We used to joke that she lived there now. She always used to be a stickler for all the rules, always having her nose in a book. You were her complete opposite, always getting in trouble and doing stupid stunts. You two made an odd couple. She must have really liked you."
"Of course we liked each other," Night Terror said in confusion, "we were friends."
Arthur rolled his eyes, "That's not what I meant, you clueless amadan."
"Did you see her...at the..." Night Terror's question trailed off, unable to finish the question.
"No," Arthur answered, as he scratched his beard, "I didn't see her after the incident. But then again...I didn't recognise a lot of people."
"I-I see," he murmured solemnly, trying to fight back tears. He wanted to change the subject, "Why did you tell Mr Jose Porla my real name?"
Arthur grunted as he repositioned himself in his chair, "It was a mistake."
Night Terror glared at him through his bandages.
"It was," the older Phobos insisted, "I was travelling by the woods when I sensed another Phobos' presence. When I investigated, I saw you talking to Matthew at the ruins-"
"That was you," Night Terror realised, "I though I sensed another presence by the woods. You know Matthew?"
"I'm a trader. I sometimes meet him at the market," he admitted with a shrug.
"How did you know it was me?"
"I don't know any other Phobos he didn't go through with the trials."
"So you saw me, the first Phobos you have see in seven years, and you automatically go to my builds enemies and tell them my name," Night Terror spat angrily.
"I know it sounds bad, but if you let me explain-"
"Explain what!" he shouted, "Not only are you denying your heritage but your endangering your own people! I could have been killed!"
"Sàmhchair!" Arthur roared.
Silence fell between the two as they glared at each other, neither Phobos backing down. Soon Arthur broke the stare down and took a deep breath to calm himself.
"Recently, I have been detecting an increase in Phobos activity. Very, very powerful Fear magic have been spiking all over the place and I thought it was you. You weren't the best at your studies so I assumed that you had turned evil. I heard that Phantom Lord are planning to attack Fairy Tail and I decided to tell them your name. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I...just don't want to be involved with the Clan anymore."
Night Terror sighed at the explanation, 'So I guess the Phobos Slayer had nothing to do with the guild war after all,' he thought.
"The spike in Fear magic," Night Terror eventually spoke, "when did it start?"
"About a month ago I think. It's hard to pinpoint exactly. I told you already that I'm rusty."
"I...I think I know who it is," Night Terror admitted.
He told him what happened at Elend. How the man's daughter was lost to the flames. How he took Muireall's book and swore revenge on the Phobos. How he led the attack on the island. How he wanted to kill him. At the end of the explanation, Arthur looked at the floor thoughtfully. His eyebrows furrowed in inquisitive scowl.
"Are you sure about this...Phobos Slayer?" Arthur asked after a while.
"I am sure. It is the only way."
Arthur scratched his beard, "It's just that some things don't add up. Like how did he learn so fast and how did get past the Island's forest. Also you keep saying attacked but you're not saying who by."
"It has to be him," he insisted, "I think... I think I remember him."
A memory of a young Night Terror running through the carnage became clear. He was at the docks, heard the screams of anguish, and instantly ran to the Anam. He saw dark men on horses shrouded in mist and cutting down his people with swords. He saw the buildings of the town consumed in fire. He smelt smoke so thick that it burned his throat.
He briefly thought that it was just like Elend. A foreshadow of things to come.
It was during the summer celebration, one of the most important festivals of the year. Everybody was unprepared by the attack. It was unthinkable.
He ran through the carnage and up the Elder's Mount to the temple where the Grand Master lived and stopped short as he saw something he would never expect.
The Grand Master knelt in front of the Phobos Slayer, too tired to fight him off. Judging by the destruction around them, a great fight had broken out between the two men, but it was clear that the person he saw as a grandfather was losing.
The Grand Master glared up at the Phobos Slayer before looking past him at Night Terror. The other man turned as well and he saw it was the man from Elend. He looked slightly different. There were dark rings around his eyes, his skin had become pale and black veins had risen around his face.
But what really horrified Night Terror were his eyes. They were so hollow and empty as if life had completely drained from them. He looked at him through dead eyes and Night Terror knew that he was the one that made him like this.
He said that he would take revenge on the Phobos.
And he succeeded.
Night Terror was snapped out of his thoughts when Arthur coughed in to his closed fist.
"You doing alright?"
"Fine... I just remembered some things," he reassured hesitantly.
The elder Phobos hummed in concern, but decided not to comment, "I'm still not convinced, but if you say it's him then I believe you for now. So what are you going to do with him?"
Night Terror frowned, "What do you mean? We need to stop him," he said, making Arthur sigh.
"I already told you, I don't follow the Clan anymore. There is no 'we'."
"But he was the one responsible for killing our Clan. He is dangerous and can kill thousands if he desires," Night Terror said crossly, "This is much more important than your retirement."
"It's not about my retirement," he grunted, "when the Clan fell I lost everything and now I have a new life and I will give everything to make sure it's safe. That means not dealing with Phobos Slayers or Fear Magic or anything. I'm sorry. I just can't get involved."
Night Terror hummed in disappointment. He didn't know what he thought was going to happen when he came here, but he secretly hoped he would find more Phobos who are willing to become allies and help him stop the Slayer. However, it was just wishful thinking. It was foolish of him to think that nobody would just give up on the Phobos Clan, especially after the attack.
"Your new life," he finally said, "it must be very special."
Arthur smiled, "It is. It really is."
The both sensed the presence of three people outside, coming towards the front door. Night Terror realised who they were and gave a small laugh.
"I see. I thought this house was too big for one person to live in," he mused to himself as the front door swung open.
"Daddy!" shouted two children in joy as they rushed over to Arthur. They were a boy and a girl who looked to be around five or six with brown hair the same as their father's.
The giant man stood up and gave the two children a gentle hug in his muscular arms before lifting them off the ground. They all laughed happily as a woman in her late thirties with blond hair and a gentle smile walked over from the door.
"Hey, you two," Arthur greeted his children, "how was school?"
"Boring," the girl answered.
"Really boring," her brother added.
"Boring? School's supposed to be fun," he told them as he sat them down before leaning over and pecking the blonde woman on the lips, "Hello Susan, how was your day?"
"Boring," she answered jokingly, causing Arthur to chuckle in amusement.
"Daddy who's that?" the boy asked, pointing at Night Terror in curiosity.
The family looked at the bandaged-faced man, causing Night Terror to flinch at the amount of attention. Susan looked wearily at him before giving her husband a questioning look.
"He's...an old friend," Arthur explained, "he just dropped by for a chat."
"Indeed," Night Terror confirmed, using his dark tone to address the non-Phobos and standing to his feet, "I must really be going. Thank you for your hospitality."
"Oh are you sure?" Susan asked politely, "Why don't you stay for dinner. You don't mind Arthur?"
"Well I'm sure he's busy to st-" Susan gave him a stern look, making him stammer slightly, "I mean- Yeah, please do stay."
"Thank you for the offer, but I must return to my guild," Night Terror told them with a small bow of his head, "perhaps another time."
He felt a tug on his glove and looked down to see the daughter staring up at him with big curious eyes.
"Err...yes. How may I help you?" Night Terror asked nervously.
"Why is your face covered in bandages?" she questioned, making him flinch slightly.
"Well...I..."
"It's because he's very ugly," Arthur joked, causing the children to laugh and his wife to elbow him in the stomach.
"Thank you Arthur," Night Terror said in a deadpanned tone, glaring at the other Phobos.
A while later and Night Terror was walking away from the cottage, thoughts swimming around his head.
'What should I do now? I have come no further to finding the Phobos Slayer,' he sighed, 'I should probably return to the guild and make myself a new robe. Something a bit more durable this time.'
"Oi," a voice brought him out of his thoughts and made him turn back to see Arthur carrying his daughter in his arms, "I'm really sorry for everything and I hope you find what you're looking for."
Night Terror nodded in appreciation, "Thank you. So do I."
"When I'm out trading, I hear rumours," Arthur told him, "I usually just ignore them but a year ago I hear this rumour, and I don't know this is true or not, but it might be a potential lead."
Night Terror frowned curiously, "What is it?"
Arthur sighed, "Some sailors were passing by the Island of Fear and as usual they say how creepy it looked and how they kept away from it, but they also talked about the forest. The one that was destroyed by fire."
Night Terror took a step back in shock, "You do not mean-"
"Yes," Arthur confirmed, "the Craobh Dorcha trees have grown back."
"That is impossible!" Night Terror cried.
"I know."
"But that would mean..." Night Terror trailed off as he looked in the direction of the Island of Fear, "I must go back. I have to know."
"Take one of my horses," Arthur told him, nodding to one of the two horses still attached to the cart, "once you reach the docks, just to tell him to go back home. I've trained them to always return to my stables."
"Thank you," Night Terror urgently said as he detached one of the horses and mounted it. He yanked on the reins and trotted beside Arthur and his daughter, "Can you please tell Fairy Tail of my departure. No need for anything specific just tell them that it is important."
"I promise," Arthur said, "It's the least I can do. Also...I love the Phobos Clan as much as you do. It was a wonderful memory, but the Clan did have its problems. You had only experienced it when you were young so you wouldn't have understand. All I'm saying is be careful when digging up the past. You may find something that might upset you."
Night Terror frowned and the warning, but nodded in thanks, "Beannachd leat an-dràsta," he said in goodbye.
"Mar sin leat," the daughter said with a small wave, much to his surprise.
Night Terror gave Arthur a look to which he responded with a shrug.
"Alright, so maybe it isn't a completely dead language," he said, making Night Terror smile from under his bandages.
Pulling at the reins and ordering the horse to go, Night Terror galloped off towards the coast.
The Island of Fear
It was morning by the time Night Terror caught sight of the jagged rocks that surrounded his homeland. He would have to sail through a labyrinth to get to its shores safely and avoid dangers such as capsizing, colliding with rocks and a few monsters that inhabit the rocks. Luckily, Muireall had shown him how to pass through safely. He really did depend on her a lot.
Night Terror had rode through the night to Hargeon and hired a boat to take him across the waters. During the journey, he thought about what the Island would look like after so many years. Would it be the same as it left? The last time he had caught a glimpse of it was when Craobh Dorcha trees were on fire and the sky above was red. But now, as he caught sight of the Island for the the fist time in seven years, he was shocked to see that were little evidence of any disaster taking place. The rumours were right the Craobh Dorcha trees have grown back and he could feel the nostalgic aura of despair and fear emitting from it. The sky above it was filled with dark grey clouds the always looked like it was about to rain.
Night Terror couldn't help but release a small tear. It was just as how he remembered it.
He entered the labyrinth of rocks, making sure to deposit a gold piece in the mouth of carved rock depicting the Phobian sea god Mar. The statue marked the border of the Island of Fear and it was important to pay tribute for safe passage as you enter. Night Terror then began to navigate through the rocks towards the Island, wondering how the Craobh Dorcha trees grew back.
The Story of the Dying Phobos
Long ago,
After decades of living on the island,
Seeing the birth of his sons and daughters and their children,
Watching many of practice the ways of Phobos,
And seeing the Clan he loved so much grow and become prosperous,
The youngest of the Great Fears was coming to the end of his life.
He knew it was time to be with his brothers and so called out to his Clan,
'Bring me the wood of the Craobh Dorcha tree and build me a pyre upon the Elder's Mount. When I have passed decorate my body with chrysanthemums and cremate my body. Then thou shall mix my ashes with of the tree's and bury the ashes upon this mount. Where I will remain overlooking my clan for eternity.'
Once he had passed, his Clan carried out his orders,
Miraculously, a great tree grew from the ashes,
It stretched taller and taller and grander and grander until its green leaves shaded the top of the mound,
The tree still remains to this very day and past Grand Masters have been buried upon the mound.
Since that event, other Phobos have been buried in that fashion,
They would choose a Craobh Dorcha tree and have it mixed with their ashes,
They then will bury the ashes outside the Anam and a tree would grow from where they had been buried.
However, the Anam and Bodhaig hold different magic in its soil,
While in the Anam the tree grew with bright leaves,
In the Bodhaig, the trees were black and twisted and bore no sign life,
Not only did one tree grew, but several tall trees,
One for each year the Clansman had been alive.
Our ancestors continued, none the less, and it became a tradition to bury our dead in the Bodhair,
For what better way to help protect the Anam,
The Anam gave the Phobos peace, life and prosperity,
Therefore our ancestors protect the Anam for future generations and keep our homeland safe from any who wish to harm it.
Once he was close enough to the shore, Night Terror jumped out off the boat and onto the sand. He pulled at the rope that was tethered to boat and brought it onto the shore to keep it from floating away. He took off his right gloved and gently pressed his palm onto a Craobh Dorcha tree and closed his eyes. He felt the rough dark wood pressing against his hand, bringing back memories of playing and exploring among them.
Despite their appearance, Craobh Dorcha trees are not dead. They had only developed this way due to the harsh environment. These trees are very significant to the Phobos. Trom-laighe (or the Nightmares) use its bark to create their masks, they are infused with the Fear magic that radiates from the Boghaig, and they are used for cremating the dead. However, the most significant purpose of the Craobh Dorcha trees is for the protection of the Anam as it emits Fear magic and houses the monsters that live in the dark forest.
By infusing a clansman's ashes with the tree's, the clansman becomes part of the forest and one with the Island. Simply, the Anam has given a Phobos life and at their death the Phobos protects the Anam. Perfectly balanced.
It has been this way for centuries and makes their destruction all the more sadder.
Night Terror opened his eyes and took his hand of the tree. Craobh Dorcha trees have trouble growing on their own so the forest must have been helped by somebody.
And he was about to find out who.
He entered the forest and headed to the Island's centre. Much of the scenery remains unchanged so it is easy to lose your way. The branches of the trees were crooked, giving the illusion of hands poised to snatch travellers from above. The ground was hard and dusty and the surrounds were enveloped in silence. No creature stirred, no wind blew. Just the silence and the dark.
Suddenly jumping out from behind a tree a few meters before Night Terror was a baby Snàmh Cnàimhe a monster who collects bones and wears it like an armour.
(A.N: Tome of The Phobos Chapter 9 for more information)
Its beady eyes stared up at Night Terror curiously through the eyeholes of its armour and cocked its head with a soft grunt. An animal groan came from the trees before a larger Snàmh Cnàimhe about the size of a bus trudged out of the forest. It stared at its child before glaring at Night Terror with a warning growl.
The Phobos did the appropriate thing and calmly stepped back from its baby. His foot landed on something hard and he looked down to see a bone, possibly from a bird or a small rodent. The baby Snàmh Cnàimhe looked down at the bone as well, it's bone tail wagging excitedly at the sight. Night Terror softly chuckled, got on one knee and picked up the small bone before offering it to the baby Snàmh Cnàimhe. The baby monster growled in excitement and scampered over to Night Terror, looking up at him pleadingly. Night Terror placed the bone on its back, causing it spin around and jump happily like it had been given a treat. The Snàmh Cnàimhe parent grunted and and shook its head, urging its baby to come back to them. The baby ran over and ran around it's parent's giant foot as the two monsters carried on walking into the forest.
Night Terror hummed, smiling under his bandages, "The wildlife has returned," he mused before continuing his journey.
The Wall of Anam
Deep into the forest, past the monsters and trees and dangers, there was a wall made of dark stone. Despite its giant height, it is very easy to miss it as the fog was at its thickest here and very few people are too frighten to go anywhere near it. The surface was smooth, unclimbable and cold to the touch. If you were to look up you would only see the wall rising through the fog and out of sight, giving the illusion that it was endless.
This was the the wall that bordered the Anam. Beyond it was Night Terror's homeland. A place that was up in flames the last time he saw it.
Night Terror took a deep breath and approached the wall and found a small seal almost invisible to the untrained eye. It was the Seal of Geata, the goddess of defence and fortifications, which looked like a circle surrounding a smaller circle.
Night Terror laid his hand on the seal and chanted, "Deònaich dhomh inntrigeadh."
Instantly the section of wall before him split in half and slid apart to create a passageway to which he briskly walked in. Once he was inside and the door slid behind him securely, he felt the magic of the Anam wash over him. He felt serene and joyful as if the place was welcoming him home. The warm sun caressed his bandaged face and filled him with warmth in contrast to the stormy weather of the Boghaig.
However, as he gazed over the scenery in sadness. The hills and fields had not gained its lush green grass, the farms and orchards were not tended to and weeds have overgrown the fertile land, and the main town in the distance was still in ruins. The Anam had suffered from the attack, but it was far from dead. It was sick, but slowly and gradually recovering. Perhaps in another seven years Night Terror will finally see it restored to its former glory.
He walked down the stone path, passing Farmer Worm's farm on the right. His name was actually Cúmhaí, but they called him Farmer Worm because his name was similar to the Timorin for worm. That and he always seemed to be covered in dirt. When they were young, he, Muireall and a few other kids used to play a game to see how much cabbages they can steal without getting caught.
He continued to walk through the meadows where the Sìthiche, fairy-like creatures who live in flowers, use to frolic and play. He and Muireall used to come out on spring nights and watched them glow like fireflies and dance in the night air. He passed the old oak tree where he and his grandfather use to sit under. That is where he used to tell his stories of his ancestors. Strangely enough, the oak tree was undamaged at all. Its green leaves fluttered gently in the breeze as it loomed over Night Terror. He even spotted a bird's nest in one of the branches.
He cast a weary eye upon the tree before continuing his journey towards the town.
Night Terror entered what was left of the town. The Clan had built their homes in burrows in the green hills, the interiors of which were made of wood while the entrance ways were made of grey stones and brightly coloured doors. Night Terror recalled that they were very comfortable, especially during the winter months.
The houses were connected by stone roads that led to a square at the centre of the town. The square held the market place where the Phobos exchange goods and services. There was Caradoc who ran the baker stand, Avalon and Riordan who ran the fruit and vegetable stand along with their children, Owen who ran the blacksmiths, Erin and her daughter Cerridwen who were tailors and many, many more. Night Terror could name them all. On the far side of the square was a giant wooden hall where the Phobos would hold festivals, plays and other celebrations.
All of it was gone.
The houses had collapsed on itself, the market square was deserted and overgrown, and the hall was nothing but dust and rotten wood. The town was a shell of what it used to be, nothing was left but the ghosts of many innocents. Night Terror stood on the ruins of the place he had called home, sighing in despair.
He couldn't mourn now. He had a job to do.
He looked around to see if there was any evidence of somebody living here who was tending to the trees, but there was nothing. The town has been abandoned, he couldn't even sense any magical presence.
"Perhaps I should look outside the-" he stopped his mumbling when he spotted smoke coming from the top of Elder's Mount.
It must have started recently because he hadn't seen it until then. Frowning in determination, Night Terror took the path towards the Mount.
Elder's Mount was the most sacred place in the Anam as it was where the Great Fears had mastered their Fear magic. It was a grassy mound a hundred foot tall that was situated not far from the town. On top of it was a giant tree where the youngest Great Fear was buried and a path wound its way around from the base to the top. The path was lined with trees where previous Grand Masters had been buried. At the base of the Mount was the Temple of Fear where religious ceremonies took place and the gate to path that led up the Mount. Another temple was situated at the top where the path ends which was called An Leabharlann (or the Library) where the Tomes were kept. The information in the Tomes were centuries old.
Night Terror climbed the path, briefly stopping to look over the view of the town and the Anam to where to the borders. Even though the land was destroyed and sickly, he had to admit that it was beautiful at this height.
He entered An Leabharlann and noticed that all Tomes had gone, leaving nothing but empty stone shelves. He passed through the stone building and stepped on top of the Elder's Mound. The top was flat and covered with chrysanthemum flowers while the centre was dominated by the great tree, its branches shading him from the bright sun. A path led through the chrysanthemums where, before the trunk of the tree, was a stone funeral pyre upon a raised platform with a stairs leading up to it.
The funeral pyre was lit, cremating the body of a person Night Terror couldn't recognise. However, his attention was drawn away from the cremation to the person stood before it, watching the fire in silence. The person wore a white funeral robe with its hood over their head and concealing their face.
Night Terror took a step forwards, preparing to fight if he needed to.
"Who are you?" he demanded, alerting the stranger of his presence.
The hooded person shifted slightly before slowly turning towards him, "Has it really been 2797 days already," the person said out loud.
Night Terror's eyes widened in shock. He knows that voice.
The figure pulled down their hood and he finally saw who it was. Although he had aged, his eyes had sunken into his skull, his wrinkles were more defined and his stature was slouched, Night Terror recognised his warm smile and his eyes filled with wisdom and mischief.
The figure chuckled, "You have returned, my leanabh."
"Grand father," Night Terror muttered in disbelief.
Quite the chapter, huh.
There are survivors other than our hero and in the next few chapters we will enter an arc I like to call 'The Fall and Rise of the Phobos Clan'. A lot of things will be revealed and I cannot wait to write them.
I based the Anam on the Yorkshire Dales (In northern England) and the Shire (from Lord of the Rings) so if you want a better idea of what they look like then look them up.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter :)