I DONT REGRET MY PAST
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Our story continues here. Just outside of Magnolia approximately 6:00 in the morning. The sun had just made its way over the horizon; bleeding its light over Fiore whilst lighting its dawning sky’s a tropical pink. A gentle breeze swam through the mass of trees within east forest, just outside Magnolia, a smooth rustling whispered from the leaves as birds sang to the morning… It seemed today would be peaceful. However, that wasn’t the word Rita Stebern was looking for. She had long lost the meaning to the word ‘peace’.The girl limped through the wilderness of East forest. The balls of her feet and ankles were bloody and blistered, having hiked miles barefoot in an attempt to make it out of the foreign nations after being abandoned in the middle of Joya. She’d snuck into cargo holds of trains, followed river passes, crawled through wilderness all in an attempt to make it back to her nation… Her hair was matted unkempt, twigs and brush entangled in her brunette mass. There were heavy dark circles under her eyes from a deprivation of sleep and nourishment, making her eyes seemed sunken in, dark, and deep. The only thing that hung over her frame was a dark colored cotton fiber shirt, Lance’s ebony coat hanging over her shoulders. It reached down to the small girls thighs, somewhat making up for her lack of pants. Her legs were cut up… Red scars decorated down her thighs, knees and calves. Clash had done a number on the girl, deducted her to nothing, tied her down, suppressed her magic and rendered her defenseless. The scars from his knife weren’t just against her leg. They panned up her stomach, her arms, chest even at her cheek there was a red welt. The clothes Lance had given her only kept her so warm and protected…Then again...It was better than just her panties that Clash had deducted her too…He had come an inch from raping her then and there. But he got what was coming to him. He was dead. Yet, Rita wasn’t satisfied.
Then, as if the past few days hadn’t been bad enough, Rita lost her balance, her knees roughly racking into the roots of a tree. She caught herself with her hands, scraping her palms raw against the rough terrain. The shadow mage thought maybe her legs had given out, but turning to look behind her she realized that she had tripped over something. Sunken in and tired eyes met the piece protruding out of the ground… blush colored sunlight bled between the mass of trees, hitting and bouncing of what seemed to be the corner of a metal container of some sort. Even in a situation like she was, curiosity still got the best of her… She dusted off the corner, rooting her hands into the grounds, caking her hands in even more dirt and grime as she shoveled the things up. By the time she unburied it the underside of her fingers were stuck with dirt, her nails black crescents
She clambered back to her feet slowly and popped open the bronze, decaying case, rust spraying from the hinge as it flipped open. Rita let the thing fall to the ground, hands now around the treasure sitting inside it: A tome of some sort. Integrated within the shape of an arcane casting circle was another portrait. It took her a moment to realize exactly what the image represented. Then the words hit her 'balances' or weighing scales were etched into this cover. The word ”FAMINE’ Hung below the print.
With a breath…her fingers snaked into the yellowing parchment and She opened the book, dust and dirt alike wafting from the pages as she split them apart from each other. Her eyelids tore wide as a black, malevolent aura grew from the pages, causing the mage to tremble as it invaded her mind—Just as the corrupt spirit she encountered back in the haunted guild hall all those months ago. She came down to her knees, releasing the tome from her grip suddenly, throwing her palms to her forehead.
Anything within a ten meter radius of the mage caved into her newfound power… Everything in range just… died, as if she had unbolted the power of Zeref himself. Trees blackened color decaying from their thinning trunks, demoted to weak stems of their former selves. The green brush which had grown between the cages of tree branches gave way into the breeze all at once, leaves browning, and then blackening until they crumbled to dust. The grass and moss below her feet curled in on its self, suffocated of life, browning over and dissolving into the ground in an instant.
Pants and heavy shuttering breaths resonated from the girl’s petite frame. Knowledge of various curses and ravage causing spells poisoned and swept throughout her brain. She buried her nails into her face. Her mind struggled and felt like it was choking itself, blackening just as the herb and vegetation around her did.
JUST THE TIME WASTED WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS