However some things didn't change, there were still guilds, those that operated within the system and still stand for bravery, vigilance and friendship like Fairy Tail and Lamia Scale. And those of a more darker nature like Savage Skull's whom's internal presence was as a disease itself. And Tartarus who had faded away back in the shadows. Unheard and unseen.
And those guilds were still inhabited my mages, some were new, some were still there. And some even had to step away to let others take the stage.
These are the stories of those that came next, the sons and daughters of those that fought against evil all those years back. New mages, new stories and new adventures
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Cassandra Corbyn, niece of Lord Frederick Corbyn and sole heir of the Corbyn family
B - rank
Raised from the age of 5 by Frederick, she has picked up some of Frederick's own traits. A lust for knowledge as well as the manifestation of darkness magic. Which unlike her uncle she wouldn't let it consume her. She would stay positive and happy even despite being all alone again.
It was late fall, the time when most tree's had traded in their lustful green for the auburn colors of autumn. Colors that got carried away by even the weakest gusts of wind, yet somehow those dwindling leaves felt as the right setting for such sad day.
In front of two tombstones under an old oak tree stood a young girl, with her golden blond locks flustering in the wind and a face that showed nothing else but sadness. But who could blame her, exactly a year ago the only person she had left in her life had passed away. He was her mentor, guardian and uncle, a person that besides being often pictured as a cold man took on the burden of fatherhood the moment her parents had passed away thirteen years ago.
And now he was gone too, and just like he was left alone all this years ago by the one he loved, she was now too. Alone in an empty mansion, just as he was.
'Did you feel this too uncle?' she said while placing a white lily in front of his tombstone. 'This gnawing darkness that scratches at you from the inside? The angst of being alone forever'
The girl squat down while she placed the rather contradicting flower, and slowly led her fingers slide over the carved name on the tombstone. 'Frederick...' she spoke softly at that moment. 'I can't stay here anymore, this empty mansion it haunts me.. i'm sorry... I know you wanted me to have all this. But I stay here anymore. Every corner, every nook and cranny reminds me of those I lost. Father, mother and now you..'
She stood up again and turned around, at the same time she slowly caressed her hair with one hand. As if that would stop it from fluttering all around in the wind. 'Farewell Frederick.. at least you're with the one you loved again.'