GRACE UNDER FIRE
Sorano Granon, one of the younger members of the dark guild Fairy Tail was an odd little character. Known by several guildmates and her team as a brain child, the know-it-all, Sorano is often considered to be a very mature, and dare I say, wise figure. After knowing such a mage for this long amount of time, many forget hat she is still barely a teenager, having just smacked head-on into the unfortunate obstacle in life we all know as puberty. And someone in her condition? Puberty may very well spell the end of her, or the beginning. It would all depend on what changes she went through in this dreaded phase. In the end, however, the point of this story which can't be at more than around a hundred words is that the brain child of Fairy Tail is in no way mature. So, how would she react to a new stage in life? A new stage in ability? Magic? Discovery of herself?
It had most certainly been an odd request. That her guild master would ask her to duel in a test of strength was nothing the letter mage had expected. Coming out of the blue, she would remember that odd conversation yesterday, with the Mother of Fairy Tail coming up to her while she attempted to discuss the structure of a draconic language with Hoshi. A duel? On Tenroujima? Why yes, of course, I'd be glad to. A test of strength? Um, certainly... So, what would it be about this time? Remembering the last time she had sparred, Sorano sighed at the memories of her little rounds with Apollo. An utterly humiliating experience that had been, being outsmarted by the older guild member. Ah, well, it had been a lesson well-learned.
Would this be the same thing? Would her guild master attempt to bring the emotionless child's pride down a notch as well? The answer was unknown. But here she was, carefully picking out clothes more suitable for the occasion. Sorano had never been particularly good with combat, but books told her enough about what one should wear and what would be the end of you on the battlefield. A light, cotton tunic, accompanied by loose leggings of the same material. Good. Close-toed sneakers would do, providing protection along with the buckler shield around her arm. Hair? Pulled out of her face and pinned into something like a bun. And then was the comfortable bag of mirrors, causing light jangling noises when she moved. Sorano nodded at her reflection in the mirror, then moved towards the portal.
Soon, she would find herself standing in the place she had sparred against Apollo before, bordered on one side by crashing waves,and the other by spiders of trees, spindly trunks at sharp-ridged leaves all along the shore. Was that where she was supposed to be?
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It had most certainly been an odd request. That her guild master would ask her to duel in a test of strength was nothing the letter mage had expected. Coming out of the blue, she would remember that odd conversation yesterday, with the Mother of Fairy Tail coming up to her while she attempted to discuss the structure of a draconic language with Hoshi. A duel? On Tenroujima? Why yes, of course, I'd be glad to. A test of strength? Um, certainly... So, what would it be about this time? Remembering the last time she had sparred, Sorano sighed at the memories of her little rounds with Apollo. An utterly humiliating experience that had been, being outsmarted by the older guild member. Ah, well, it had been a lesson well-learned.
Would this be the same thing? Would her guild master attempt to bring the emotionless child's pride down a notch as well? The answer was unknown. But here she was, carefully picking out clothes more suitable for the occasion. Sorano had never been particularly good with combat, but books told her enough about what one should wear and what would be the end of you on the battlefield. A light, cotton tunic, accompanied by loose leggings of the same material. Good. Close-toed sneakers would do, providing protection along with the buckler shield around her arm. Hair? Pulled out of her face and pinned into something like a bun. And then was the comfortable bag of mirrors, causing light jangling noises when she moved. Sorano nodded at her reflection in the mirror, then moved towards the portal.
Soon, she would find herself standing in the place she had sparred against Apollo before, bordered on one side by crashing waves,and the other by spiders of trees, spindly trunks at sharp-ridged leaves all along the shore. Was that where she was supposed to be?
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