The young man spoke to himself saying as he left the graveyard “I've remained alone for so long...it's time I leave this prison of isolation to find the one thing I truly yearn for....a family...I want to gain friends, to have someone care about me,I want to fight for the one's I love, to protect the innocent...I want to truly live, not to exist...but to live~”
Flashback~
“D-Daddy......M-Mommy, where are you, please answer me” said the young boy as he ran through the remains of the district he lives in, the district where his clan resides...Few moments later the young boy reached his house, which was shrouded with flames, the boy would ran as fast as he can into the house to find the corpses of his mother and father lying on top of one another. “N-No...this...this can't be true!!” the boy would run towards the corpses of his parents and try to wake them from their eternal sleep by holding their clothes in his clutched fists and shaking them, he would yell their names, but no reply was heard...The boy would fall unconscious, not being able to resist the painful, hellish images he sees before him...
Days later...
“Do not fret, young man. The wealth, properties, political power's not lost, You now. As last survivor gain all that your clan owns” Said the man whose supposedly from the magic council...The young boy replied in a feint voice “Useless...” The man continued speaking, and so he added to his words “We the magic council members shall guard you, and aid you. Until you've become strong enough to wield your political responsibilities, and the wealth left by your clan ” the boy's feint voice spoke once again saying “Pointless...” he was merely thirteen years old at the time, all he wanted is his family and relatives back...
Flashback End~
The young boy took his steps through the town heading towards his new home, the place where he will serve, perhaps he'll make friends, the bitter boy knew nothing, and expected nothing, after all there was no use getting one's hopes up, The magic council did register him to the guild he chose, but it was really up to the master to decide whether the boy will remain or leave. The guild master will see, if he truly holds the fire of fairy tail within his cursed eyes.
The boy could hear the people around him speak...
“It's the last survivor of that monstrous clan”
“The ultimate dark magic, the black flames”
“How did this boy survive...why did he survive”
“There's a strange dark aura around him....creepy...”
People....They can be very selfish, and shameless. He could hear them gossiping alright, and still why would they care about his feelings, and although he was silent boy, he still was very excited to join this guild...perhaps, they will become his family, Iziel's hopes, and his excitement, what will he receive in return, a heart warming welcome, or a heart breaking ban. The boy finally reached the door of fairy tail, he would take a deep breath, and knock slightly at the door, and after doing so he would enter with slight footsteps that made no sound, he would say in his calm voice with a gentle tone “Hello....” His black, blue tinted hair would flow, being caressed by the gentle breeze, his firm stand would show his resolution, and flames in his calm eyes were raging inside, he would try to put on a good smile, which ended as a feint gentle smile, he was tormented by his isolation he forgot to even smile, he hoped he wouldn't be a bother for anyone, he always was a gentle kid, but he never had good social skills, he was kind to those around him, but he was awkward, his heart was racing and his fists were clutched, and behind his lips, hid his clenching teeth, he was extremely nervous worrying about, what's to come, he was simply stressed as one could be, he would pray for no problems to come his way, and pray for the best to occur.
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