One would think that the small, Midian ducktail who joined the classy guild Fairy Tail 6 years ago would have lived a wonderous, adventurous life of prices, excitement, suspense and climaxes. So he did, but in a much more different fashion than he expected. Once a symbol of ease and trouble become a symbol of the grey zone and the necessary - and who would have been able to truly fathom the weight of the grey zone if they hadn’t gone through dark and light with each other on their backs? In fact, it barely phased Mura - despite the hard times, he never quitted it. He surely remembered a few giving in from the changes… but what about their roots?
He would never forget his roots… right…?
You know, he was a foreign to this day. A prominent wizard among wizards in Fiore could not run away from his prideful legacy. And that legacy grabbed him, not by force, but by right. A specific landsman from Midi had travelled to the capital of Crocus - Mura only caught news of him through wandering souls who had soared across all cities in their search for a place to rest. This man claimed to lead nothing else than a cell in Mura’s home country that, according to other sources as well, had made a name for themselves throughout the sakura forests and ninja villages. He also lead something more worrying… a change. He kept talking about this change, something rising up as if it was about a revolution. As if Mura wanted nothing more than a darn revolution. He had gone through enough concerning his home seed, and seeing some random people flip the table over was the last thing that he wanted.
At the top of Mercurius, birds and other flying creatures covered the air. Crocus was a very crowded place, and the most efficient open place was the skies. The top of the dome was also a very good place to get a very good view over the city as you could look directly at every corner of Crocus only from here. Mercurius was a very tall tower if something like that was possible. “He’ll meet up here to greet the general in the evening… best we prepare to wait,” he spoke to his two ghostly companions. The dome’s top was a little flat and made up approximately 12 meters in diameter. He had a bag and a small pot along with wood, branches, a spoon and stuff to cook. He would wait a long time, indeed…
He would never forget his roots… right…?
You know, he was a foreign to this day. A prominent wizard among wizards in Fiore could not run away from his prideful legacy. And that legacy grabbed him, not by force, but by right. A specific landsman from Midi had travelled to the capital of Crocus - Mura only caught news of him through wandering souls who had soared across all cities in their search for a place to rest. This man claimed to lead nothing else than a cell in Mura’s home country that, according to other sources as well, had made a name for themselves throughout the sakura forests and ninja villages. He also lead something more worrying… a change. He kept talking about this change, something rising up as if it was about a revolution. As if Mura wanted nothing more than a darn revolution. He had gone through enough concerning his home seed, and seeing some random people flip the table over was the last thing that he wanted.
At the top of Mercurius, birds and other flying creatures covered the air. Crocus was a very crowded place, and the most efficient open place was the skies. The top of the dome was also a very good place to get a very good view over the city as you could look directly at every corner of Crocus only from here. Mercurius was a very tall tower if something like that was possible. “He’ll meet up here to greet the general in the evening… best we prepare to wait,” he spoke to his two ghostly companions. The dome’s top was a little flat and made up approximately 12 meters in diameter. He had a bag and a small pot along with wood, branches, a spoon and stuff to cook. He would wait a long time, indeed…