Water Flows Many Directions (Kanix and Amanaki Intro)

Amanaki walked along the streets as he noticed the repairs being made. He had heard of the destruction and chaos that had befallen Magnolia, but he came to see it with his own eyes. As was usually the case, he was messing with his water, swaying it through the air and studying it every few seconds as he walked the streets that had been nearly abandoned by the aftermath of the slaughter brought on by one of the guilds lead by a sinner, one that Amanaki at the moment did not care to meet. He had seen too much death and destruction in his past and he did not want to meet the fate of others. His memories were always so fuzzy though, and sometimes blotchy, but they were all he had. He knew his name who he was, but all such memories felt like a dream to the man that could not eat or sleep. He simply did not need to. Life only truly seemed to be clear for the first time in his life, and his calm collected attitude showed that all he could think about was why the Lady of Death would cause so much destruction in this town.

He played with the water he was messing with that he was swishing around in the air around his right hand, holding his blade that was far longer than most might be in his right. The blade was pointed up and he held it backwards, the back of the blade laying up against the back of his arm. He stopped for a moment to observe his water. His memories of the being teaching him his slaying art was fuzzy, but he still did not understand why he was unable to eat normal water. His water seemed to look and smell the same, but he was unable to consume water like other slayers. He frowned, turning the water to ice, as it fell to the ground in front of him. He also had the ability to use ice, which he could not eat either, which still puzzled him to no end.

He turned to a building beside him and crystalized the water in the air into ice, and struck the wall that was crumbled beside him to test his mettle and to make sure he still had the strength behind him, though it still fell short of when he had remembered being knocked out recently. That was when it all became fuzzy and dreamlike. Life seemed different to the man now. He walked to where he remembered the library once was. Nothing remained, and all the books he had read were all destroyed. Savage Skull had laid waste to the city, leaving none who were caught in the blast alive. He looked around, hoping that he might see someone around in this barren wasteland. He went back to unconsciously playing with the water in the air, waving his hand back and forth as he played with the clear liquid that he was having such problems understanding at the moment.

The town sure had its mess here and there, but one wouldn’t pass a ruin without noticing that the resurrection of this town was at hand. Leaving the ruins as that was a stupid idea, so Mura had decided to take his magic to another level and use it for a more constructional reason; now the walls around Magnolia would begin growing and reforming into their original forms wherever the shaman walked, him being focused on spending the right amount of magic power to keep it going. Kyuken and Zirconis noticed the miracle around themselves, and so did the civilians and Magnolian inhabitants. Trees grew up from their remains of ashes, buildings were rebuilt and even the large gate at the north side was one of the first things that Mura rebuilt. Then again, his magic called for such a situation given by its functioning, right?

That was when he suddenly passed a stranger with a rather large blade on his hand. He seemed tired, exhausted at first sight, but the feeling of magic power in the air was apparent. It was a cold feeling, though, so that reminded him of Takumi’s first magic; ice. However, Mura had his eyes on the moving liquid midair, concluding that it was the source of the magic power. With everything in mind, he stood before the ice mage, a soft breeze blowing his hair and half-long cloak to the side as the suburban went silent. The shelves inside the library began reforming, books being moved back to their original spots. The ashes ones functioned as nutrients for a new day as Mura spoke with Kyuken and Zirconis floating above each shoulder: “… You look lost.”

Amanaki looked up at the young boy before him and smiled. Some people seemed to find the chilled air around him a little off putting but he loved the fact that wizards did not care. He shook his head. He was not lost in fact he was just fine where he was. He looked back over the destruction to witness something peculiar walking towards him, and she had a mysterious vibe about him that he could not understand and she seemed to notice him and this new guy in front of him. Obviously they knew each other, he thought, why else would she walk up so casually. A small grin crossed his face.

He stood there for a moment, hearing the name she spoke and instantly realized what she was referring to and he closed his eyes, his grin widening. A light chuckle came from him as he opened them again. She began to talk to the boy with such a teasing attitude, then she turned towards him and stated plainly about him being Death being brought to the doorstep of these individuals. His smile vanished with his explaination.
"I was cursed by Death long ago, when i was 11. She came and killed my parents, but somehow I was left alive, but unconscious. It is one of the two times I have suffered from being so. I try to follow in her wake to avoid a confrontation for now, until I know how to stand to her. Since I have been cursed, I haven't been able to consume my elements like i used to be able to. It seems somehow part of my magic is... out of my reach. Right now, I am merely observing. You have quite some sight there, ma'am. If my presence displeases you, I can leave."

He slowly backed away, turning his back on the two and barely took two steps when he came to a stop again. Yet another person walked up and joined their little conversation. He thought that it was peculiar that everyone would come over to this one spot, but he figured it had to be something they did pretty regularly. He observed, looking over his shoulder, as the man latched onto the young lad, obviously in a drunken stupor. He made a rude comment which was thrown out generally, but he simply closed his eyes and smiled again. He thought back to the last time someone had been drunk around him, as they had simply given him an enjoyable show with their childish acts. He turned around and looked back at Kanix. Something about the lady seemed to intrigue him but he didn't know why.

He heard a warning, yet soft voice addressing him after he spoke to the strange man. He quickly turned his head towards her, realizing many things when he did so. First, was this man deadly? It sounded so given by her words. Second… that was probably the most shocking expose that he’d been through. She knew that he’d died before? “… K-Kanix,” Mura mumbled, “When did you find out..?” He quickly turned his gaze down to the earth, feeling very awkward now. He tried his best to hide the fact that he’d been through such an event, but two people already knew of it. He must’ve sucked at keeping secrets secret. Although, right now, all that he could do was going over to her and hug her tightly. He had seriously missed his master to a great degree...

“Hey... it’s nice to see you around again, Kanix-sama,” he greeted back. It had been such a while of missing her, so he was more than happy that she was safe and sound when Mashyuu told him. Despite the large change in appearance, Mura couldn’t see much change in her. He still saw her as Kanix, the same Kanix that had always been Kanix… He then turned his gaze back to the stranger, a guy who Kanix referred to as Death. He began feeling oddly uncomfortable, but that feeling was quickly removed as Ezra joined the scene. He laid an arm around the young shaman and made his presence known. Mura simply pointed towards the scene and the new man to answer Ezra’s question. “Actually, he’s a male, redhead,” Mura told him, “… I’ve met Death before, but you don’t remind me of her.” He turned his gaze towards the strange male, before he suddenly proceeded to explain. He was cursed, assumedly by the very woman whom Mura meant. He also mentioned that he couldn’t comsume his elements, a phrase that confirmed his magic a little… only one kind of magic suited that ability, Lost Magic. “… Are you, by chance, a user of Lost Magic?” Mura questioned him.

Hera walked through town, sweating her butt off. As she was wearing her normal open belly, rack wrapped up in fighting bandages look with her white booty shorts. Her scarf flowed behind her, as she wiped her brow with it and began to chug a bunch of water out of a bottle. Next to her, an Exceed of deep red color would actually do the same with a bottle of water; flicking her ears cutely after she chugged it.

Pouring it all over her head eventually, her long pink braid and hair would sink down comically as she steamed with heat. After working on a rooftop for several hours, she would shake the hands of the foremen as they began to flirt with her a bit after thanks were given; taking that as her que to leave, the made her way across the landcape of beautiful Magnolia Town. There were flowers everywhere, and while some buildings still looked run down, it was still a big city the size of New York at least. It had been rebuilt by some incredible people, the type that don't give up when they wake up in the morning. She admired these people; everytime she took a walk, they would smile and wave at her. Knowing her for the person she was, rather than the person everyone wanted her to be.

Swinging the bottle of water in her hand as she walked, somewhat happily; her stomach growled as she made a comical "U TURN" toward the guild at the growling sound. Whistling and flipping a bottle into the air, as it landed into the trashcan to her left on the street. She wondered who was around the Guild, it had been so busy these days. With the town being rebuilt, regular humans, visitors from the Magic Council, other nations, other Guilds, you name it. It almost felt like things were back to normal. But no...it felt like Fairy Tail had more...freedom. More acceptance now.

"Daydreaming again?" Rose would ask. Having seen more than most mages, Rose had seen guildmasters of Fiore rise and fall, even Hera's own father. She was literally a walking history book. "Can't you sense those unfamiliar magic presences up ahead?" Rose would say as they walked along Magnolia's streets. Rose being barely two feet tall was adorable. Hera shook her head yes, as Rose looked surprised.

"Yeah, one of em is a scent I'll never forget." her brow would furrow cutely for a moment as it took on a more serious look. "Kanix...." Hera stated, Rose looked shocked at the name, and then focused harder on sensing; opening her eyes wide when she realized Hera was right.

"W-what? How long have you known?" Hera made a face and Rose sighed. "What do you think she wants here.....I heard she was killed. If she's still alive then...she's still a member of the Guild...right?" Rose looked somewhat concerned as Hera would nod firmly.

"Yeah, no matter what happened in the past. We don't know what Fairy Tail means to Kanix, and how dear she treasures it in her heart." Hera stared off toward the building in the distance. Realizing that it was something precious to so many people, but that it was something different to each one. Somewhere they could go for peace? Something that had saved their lives? Somewhere to feel accepted? Somewhere to turn lose and not be judged? Somewhere to study magic and become a great mage? A dojo of friends and family? A kitchen? A bar? So many things, but Fairy Tail was one thing for sure. Important and how important it was to each person showed day by day as this town regrew. Next week the mayor planned on announcing the town officially back into working order. A day Hera couldn't wait for.

As she nodded to Rose, they walked up ahead. Spotting the group of mages as they approached silently. Rose flying next to Hera in the air.

"Hey boys." she said, a half wave and a hand on one hip. Her amber eyes scanned the area somewhat seriously, landing on Kanix; she made eye contact with her. For Hera, she may have looked different but. This was the woman who was pregnant at the same time her Mother was with her. She was like an Aunt to her, and more. Family. That day she'd lost it over the love of her life; or something more sinister. It had damaged their relationship; because a mage of Fairy Tail should never use Magic on the civilians of Magnolia that way. She couldn't believe she'd struck Kanix though. As an image of her flying up into the air and clocking her upon a flying beast replayed in her mind. She knew she'd done the right thing, but she couldn't forgive herself. She loved Kanix deeply, just like she did all of her guildmates. "Auntie Kanix......" the sixteen year old just looked straight into her eyes, it was a strength that Kanix and Alyia had taught her as a woman; so she didn't break eye contact at first. Until she looked to the side. "I thought you were....a part of the ground again....thought you were......." she smiled a bit, although it seemed out of place it made sense when she spoke again. "I'm so lucky to be able to tell you that I'm sorry, face to face. I thought I'd never get that chance again....that it was something I had to live with but here you are! So....sorry about that day." she practically said it casually toward the end of it.

Crossing her arms, being to stubborn to go over and hug her; she would just cross them above her rack and under her scarf. Turning to Ezra she would look him up and down, at first a smile passed over her features. But then when Rose looked at him, something awkward happened. She held her forehead, as she got a vision of someone who looked like Ezra but with a more sinister look on his face; like he was pleased. No...this was Ezra, but something was wrong. Hera caught Rose's expression toward him and then looked to him and shrugged; but Rose wouldn't stop looking at him weirdly, and they usually were great buddies.

"So who are you.......a mage as well huh?" she wondered what kind of convictions he held within him. She'd overheard something he was saying when she was walking up. Like he'd had a close brush with death. But it seemed like he was more serious when he was talking about it earlier, for now he had his arms crossed with his eyes closed and a small smirk that was caused by Ezra's somewhat drunkenness. "Ezra...this is Kanix, she was the Guildmaster of Fairy Tail before Ivy, the one I told you about...she's really...really smart, so please don't try to do anything stupid to her." she tried to say this under her breath to Ezra and Ezra alone. Although he was seemingly a brute, he was a lot wittier than most gave him credit for. She knew him well, and his hometown even, his roots; and he actually was wise and kind beyond his years; with a funny way of showing it.

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