A Letter Long Delayed

"Dear Family of Mine,

Hey guys! Simon here!

Nah that doesn't sound right.

How about...

Yo! Your favorite phoenix here!

Wait hold on are you writing what I am saying now?

Dammit dude! Whatever I guess that'll work as an intro this.

Anyway, I'm writing to tell you guys I'm sorry. Back when the whole cathedral thing went down I messed up real bad. I picked a fight I couldn't win and I got seriously messed up.

As in I am now incapable of casting magic messed up.

When I realized what happened I went into hiding. I should have let you guys know way sooner.

But I get the feeling my adventures are over.

I really hate to end things like this but I can't bear to appear in public without my magic. I feel straight naked without it.

I've made enough money from my time on the front lines to last me forever and a day in paradise. So don't you guys go and pity me for a second or anything!

Don't you dare!

I mean sure I was every kind of depressed for a while, part of why I didn't write sooner. But I've found myself a good place where I am happy now.

I might swing by for a visit some day when I'm more comfortable with my eh.... disability?

But I don't know if I can ever become comfortable with something like this. So don't wait for me, but you had better save me a seat at the Harvest Festival!

Dang I really don't know how to wrap this up. I'll miss all of you guys. Just uh carry on and keep the dream alive! Fairy Tail is forever!


-This message transcribed by Sir Alfred W. Smith VI, scribe and retainer for the magic council.

What I am writing now are my own words, I being Sir Alfred W. Smith VI. Your friend Simon has grossly over simplified his condition and I ask for his sake that you don't come looking for him. He actually can use magic but it presents a great danger to his body and life. I fear interaction with any of his former guild members may tempt him to return to his life as a mage, which could dramatically shorten his life in a painful fashion.

I can only write this because he cannot read and does not know I am telling you this. This is a very difficult choice for him and I hope you will respect it."

Simon kicked back in a lavish armchair far too large for a man ten times his size and looked at the ceiling. "This is really it huh?" The aged gentleman sitting across from him in a much more reasonably sized chair, writing on a scroll he nodded "I believe so sir. You are making the right decision. Trying to be a mage again would only lead to a very painful death." The Ex-Mage grimaced "I guess you're right. Still I never figured I would retire at 16. I had hoped to spend my life fighting giant monsters until I was old as you. Five years of hard work at Fairy Tail, a life time of adventure in front of me, all thrown to the curb by that Lancelot bastard." Alfred rolled up his scroll and tucked it into a bag "Fate takes us to strange places Sir. I will deliver this letter to the Fairy Tail guild hall and then I shall return to Era."
Simon didn't respond, remaining transfixed on the ceiling.

The scribe stood up, picked up his bag and turned to leave the ornate study. As he reached the door he paused looked back and said "You are aware this is good bye sir don't you? By my contract I must erase my memory of your location once I return to Era. I will be unable to return." Simon took a last look at him "Go on you lowsy old fart. You've got other things to do then look after an Ex-Wizard Saint don't you?"

Without another word Alfred left the room, never to be seen by Simon again.

But almost as soon as the door closed a window was sprung open by a burst of wind and flew in a snow white swan that perched itself on the arm of Simon's chair. He looked up at the bird just as he transformed into a young woman clad in robes of white with long white hair that fell all the way down to her feer "Hello Cygnus. Just you and me now."

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