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    Haru-senpai
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    Star Timeskip Thread

    Post by Haru-senpai 16th January 2014, 11:11 pm

    In this thread; we will all get ONE post each. To explain to everyone what our characters have been doing for the one year timeskip that will occur following the 'End to an Era' thread in the Main Storyline.

    Rewards, such as Rank Ups will be based on your explanation, and your explanation alone. Staff Members and Admins alike will participate in this, and reply too your post itself with an 'Edit'; telling you what you've attained.

    Thank you. And good luck. I will post my own shortly for everyone to read. You may reserve your spot now; as Timeskip Explanations will now be reviewed until the conclusion of End to an Era.

    *Explanations Don't have a Minimum or Maximum Requirement, it's up to you on what to (or what not to), tell the Public about your doings for the past year.*

    Chelvaric
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    Star Re: Timeskip Thread

    Post by Chelvaric 17th January 2014, 12:47 am

    The first thing Dryaw would do after the battle of era is going back to pergrande kingdom where the main seat of his religion is and where the old monastery he grew up is situated. Since most of the people of era were homeless and injured they needed a lot of people to take care of them. Dryaw had made it his mission to bring back a rescue force that would help them all. Back in pergrande kingdom he was worshipped and obeyed with every worth he speak. He totally wasn’t used to that anymore since in fiore he was a regular person. Well he didn’t mind and was actualy liking it as he now could just order around 200 monks with provisions for era. Under dryaws lead they traveled with airships towards era with enough food and medic supllys for a month. The trip to and from pergrande kingdom took up 3 weeks. In the meantime the refugees of era gained a little bit help from villages around the place but nobody could help such a big flood of people. They all awed at the sight of the ships that came down from the sky and touched the ground near era. The tent camp that was set up from ruble for the refugees was quickly turned in a real tent camp with on each ten a god of the righteous seven. The monks went around and gave supplies to people while tending to the wounded. Making meals every day and distributing them was a daunting task but with the big force of monks it went quickly. Tough there raise a few problems between some newly monks and mages of fiore. Since there was a deep hatred under the normal people against mages not so much under the monks tough. Dryaw did find that magic was a big breed of evil but not all of them were evil. He helped the mages mostly and if the prophet helps them they couldn’t do a thing but follow his example.

    4 months they were helping the people of era and in the meantime searching for the dark mage that he fought in era. Tough every time he came close in finding her she was gone already. It annoyed him greatly. Now a month had passed between the return of the monks to there home country and the rebuilding of era. The holy castle was so impressed and heard a lot about the monks helping the needy of fiore that in a special ceremony dryaws religion gained a seat in the palace. He was awarded with the seat seal that he now wears on his belt as representative for his religion in fiore. Tough as all fancy as it sounds not many people in fiore care about religion of yet. since they helped in era there has been a spur of believers started to sprout in era and even a temple to the righteous seven was built near the outer wall. At the same time he got invited to the magic council for upholding the law and not stopping to pursue dark mages. His help without even asking for anything of thinking about own goals setting the future of the citizens in front of his own life or health. Not to mention his relentless fight against dark mages way above his level without fear.

    He then disappeared from the news of fiore for a good three months. Some thought he was busy with working on his new duties of the magic council. And that was half true but most of the time he was busy with the construction of his present to the magic council. Witch was amazing the day it appeared. A shadow was thrown over the town as the gigantic floating ship entered the sky above era. Some people were afraid that the dragon had returned but there fear was soon gone as they saw the council flags hanging on the ship. It was the council ship that had entered the air. Dryaw had it made to make the mgic council be able to respond to attacks of dark mages way quicker. It also had a lot of secret weapons on board that he didn’t disclose in public of course. He wanted to see the power fo the mc raise and also the connection between mc and the guilds needed to be better. The other council members were a bit different minded how they used there position. That was shown in the rest of the year as dryaw visited each magic guild in fiore to speak with the guild masters and to meat guild members.

    the ship = https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t2802p23-read-first-the-port called The Hand Of The Law


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    Faust
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    Star Re: Timeskip Thread

    Post by Faust 17th January 2014, 12:53 am


    A Year in Review from Faust’s Perspective

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    Star Re: Timeskip Thread

    Post by Haru-senpai 17th January 2014, 2:22 am

    Reserved for Heero, (Coming Soon!)


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    Post by Chaotic Rumble 17th January 2014, 2:24 am

    Still W.I.P
    This won't be a long, detailed description of what happens, a mere 1-2k words.

    Ayeseru's year:


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    Post by Samus Aran 17th January 2014, 4:41 am

    Sephiria's Year:



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    Star Still a bit WIP

    Post by Grizzly 17th January 2014, 8:28 am






    A war that she wasn't really interested in, a time where the most powerful of mages had shown their faces, a standing in which she wasn't able to achieve anything. That was how her looked before something had pushed her point of view around by 180 degrees. A certain man had entered her circle of acquaintances and without her noticing, he bypassed any sort of emotional barriers had set up. Iana had fallen for Zenshin, a highly skilled mage. Someone who simply dazzled her. His orderly existence, his graceful being, it was incredible to the messy and rather chaotic Iana. But since life didn't always play out as expected it soon happened that Zenshin had to play part in the war of Era. Fighting against an, to Iana, inconceivable evil, they didn't see each other over the course of several days, just to have a short meeting afterward, in which Zenshin told her farewell. That he would be gone for the next 6 months, away to achieve a higher goal. Higher than what she apparently was to him. Nevertheless did Zenshin ask Iana to wait for him, that he comes back and they can continue what seemed to be building up at that point in time. Iana reluctantly confirmed and thus, their time apart began.


    A long 6 months begun with a feeling of laziness. Iana had nothing substantial to think about, nothing to do, nothing to look forward to anymore. She was caught in the same state of mind that she had before she met Zenshin. Tireless, yet pressed to the ground. It took her about two weeks to finally get up out of her guild and enter the life she knew. The night life, out on the streets. She spent the first two months drinking and going out at nights. During that time Iana experienced what meaninglessness meant. It happened at the end of her first month. She drowned her loneliness because of Zenshin's leave in alcohol and found someone whom she had a short relationship with. For some days, they had sex. Iana felt the need to release her stress and her urges that she had built up over the last two to three months. Finally, towards the end of the second month however, it happened that Iana felt something new. The feeling that having no connection to a person left behind emptiness and fueled a certain kind of sadness. It was some good-looking sympathetic mage she had met in Oak town. However, it ended in her finally realizing, almost channeling her feelings for Zenshin through the meaningless relationship.


    The third month began, and she decided on a new attempt at things in her life. After having the epiphany that there was actually something, or rather someone to live for wasting her life seemed like a rather empty pastime. At first, Iana crawled to Meoru. The only one who had insisted that she must change her life for all the time they were acquainted. He introduced her to spirit meditation. A method to calm body, soul and mind at once and bring it closer to concord and harmony by creating out of body experiences with the person's magic power itself. At first, she was reluctant to go through with it, but Meoru's words had her listen to what he advised now that her mind had finally opened up towards an actually meaningful life. And while still being a bit reluctant, Iana managed to gain some successes with Meoru's help. By letting magic power fluctuate through both Iana and his own soul, Iana had to focus quite heavily just to keep up with the flow of magic power Meoru was creating. But it didn't take long until the first results were already showing. Iana had a more calm demeanor, her sleepless nights lessened, and after this third month she even decided to take on a real job, other than being a mage. Leaving her guild, Iana decided to try herself as a barkeeper for the time being, before Zenshin returns. Not in Oak Town however, somewhere in Crocus she had found a place to barkeep and live for the following months. Months, in which she would spend a lot of time with either Meoru or leading a life someone could be proud of, earning some real money. There were still times during which her kleptomania surfaced, but overall the anger was starting to diminish and she was starting to feel healthier. Her mind was still pressed because she started to realize just how much she missed Zenshin, but overall it was an improvement to what was before. For the first time in life, she knew what she wanted to do. Be a better person when he returns.


    What had begun with simple meditating quickly turned to something very real. Iana noticed how well she was starting to adapt to the idea of actually wielding magic power instead of just borrowing it. Several weeks passed, and by expanding on the spirit meditation, Iana was enabled to train both her soul and magic power, as well as her actual physical body while not moving around at all. By letting her own acquired magic power resonate with Meoru's, she slowly noticed improvements in both strength, as well as endurance and a general salutary feeling. Slowly but surely, her life was taking a turn for the better. But as the day was approaching in which Zenshin would return, Meoru refreshed her memory with what had been said and what had been done. Even though she had told that she would wait for him, Iana broke the oath and did things with another man. In the newly found state of mind, it didn't take long until the idea had her convinced that she needed to be fully honest with Zenshin. Additionally realizing that she had slowly but surely forgotten about the old raunchy streets of Oak Town, Iana seemed to start coping with her self and everything that came with it. Meoru didn't need to say it: Zenshin gave Iana unbelievable strength. And finally, the day arrived.


    On the morning of the agreed time and date, Iana was up early. She needed to clear her mind once more, a need which resulted in one of the most vigorous and deep spirit meditation sessions up until then. But the evening came and she ended up sitting at the counter of the bar she had sat before on their first official private meeting. Nervous, anxious, yet clear and realistic about what might and might not happen. She noticed that she had changed, and she hoped that Zenshin would notice it. She realized that Zenshin would have probably changed as well. Her hopes were set straight on success though, and her mind was ready for what was to come. And thus, Zenshin arrived and after only a few moments of greeting him, Iana confessed with what she had done during the first few weeks while he was away. The reaction was as expected, she was somewhat rejected and Zenshin was visibly reluctant to give her the same kind of trust as before, he seemed slightly angered, yet they came to terms. Agreeing on wanting to work everything out in the long run, Iana deepened her feelings for the man in the following month, trying ever so hard to prove herself to him. He was the only one she wanted to prove herself to. She told him about what she had been doing, meditating, pursuing an earnest profession and trying to set her life straight.


    In the end, Iana's hopes were fulfilled. Her will was retaliated with openness and forgiveness. Zenshin told Iana all about what had happened during those weeks in the mountains, learning with a man who seemed to fascinate Zenshin more than anything known to her. That was the time in which she decided to introduce Zenshin to Meoru. To what was resting inside her. And she hit acceptance, even interest towards Meoru. But that was to be expected. Iana knew she was not the smartest pea in the jar and Zenshin was quite the opposite. He knew more than she could ever hope for, and both Meoru and Zenshin took a mutual liking to each other. Slightly bothered by something like a friendship building up between two of the smartest people she knew, Iana relied on her love for Zenshin. After being proposed with a move-in, Iana accepted and decided to live with the guildmaster, someone who was certainly able to care for the both of them. Nevertheless was Iana relentless about the training she received from Meoru and eager to find a new path as a mage. A place to be once more. With a much more open and positive mind, Iana was certain she would find a place to fit in for real this time. By this time, 11 months had almost passed since Zenshin first left. Iana felt like her world finally had a solid foundation. Still broken and full of holes, but it was a sturdy basis on which she could build her life.


    But fate took its own course. While everything seemed to go for the better, the sails turned and gave her life a devastating course. It all started out around 1 month before present time. Iana felt slightly ill, something she hadn't been ever since starting to meditate. Not thinking strongly of it, she rested a bit because of side pain. Zenshin, who was opposed to using his all-perceiving powers on Iana didn't look further into it. But as fluctuating health started to give off a weird vibe to Iana, she decided to go visit a doctor. Before she was able to do that however, Meoru confronted her with a shocking truth. Zenshin had impregnated Iana, and if something didn't happen, Meoru himself would tear so much on the life forces of the child that it would most probably result in a stillbirth. A piece of information that left Iana completely devastated. Her ultimate fear, the only thing she thought wouldn't be possible in her life had come crashing down on her, completely trainwrecking her being. Iana had become virtually infertile. She could not conceive this child if something didn't happen. It took around another two weeks before she confessed it to Zenshin. Something Meoru urged her to do. Her own mind was completely torn in half over this matter. Not only was this an unplanned pregnancy, but she was also growing a dying child in her stomach. Her personality changed, changed back to what it once was, to what she once was. With all the crippling insecurities and cringing self-hatred that she had defeated coming back at once. Her whole being had fallen into a deep depression that seemed like a damp pit. A pit, in which the only holster she had, the only tunnel of light, the only hand that stretched out for her was Zenshin. She decided to ignore Meoru for that time. Spending sleepless nights, crying, cringing and rampaging around the house and neighborhood, Iana was losing herself in this final mess that seemed like the end of the line for her. She didn't want to let go of the fuel for her strength, but letting go of her actual strength, the family that Zenshin now was didn't seem like an option either.





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    Ahira Navarre
    Ahira Navarre

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    Post by Ahira Navarre 17th January 2014, 9:48 am






    Month One: Ahira decided to stay on Oak Town after some nerving events with some serial killer that he and a nice lady managed to fend off after some unsettling events in his temple. After those events Ahira stayed in Oak for a week or two. After those two weeks he went towards Minstrelese, his home country. It was time for a visit again, he thought. Though he made sure to not to let it known that he was back, or else assassins would chase him and try to kill him, again. Thus he went through the country, learned new information about his family and whatnots. He had learned that his late sister died half a year ago, which made him sad a little even though he only had met her twice before. His family was doing well, since he wasn’t in the country. Ahira was facing war charges, since he was involved in the large outbreak that had happened a few years back involving Pergrande.

    He shot down a battalion of soldiers with his father whilst trying to defend his mansion. It was a good thing that nobody of them used magic and that he had like thousand arrows. His father was a good shot. That night kept stuck in his mind for a long while -- Nights where he would wake up covered in sweat afraid that he didn’t have enough arrows to defend his home. Those nightmares faded away when he turned nineteen though. It turned out that Ahira’s home was blamed for the loss of the battalion, poor move by Minstrel but they did what they had to do. It was a good thing that they alerted his home before coming in with soldiers to make it look like official since they knew it was wrong of them but they had no alternative option. Ahira and his father expected a medal of honor but were used as a scapegoat. His father died in the mansion a few days after the incident and Ahira fled the country.

    After he was in Minstrel he went back to Oak, it was fun whilst he was there. The last week he was in Oak things got somewhat heated between himself and a femme fatale. It was a little odd, sure, but it was nice whilst it lasted. He had learned some new things, whilst it was fun, it also had skeletons in the closet attached to it which was less pleasant to Ahira, at least he thought. With the added opinion that sex had proven to be great like previous. Ahira left after a while, which was caused by the fact that he discovered a letter from her former lover the two had an argument, it made Ahira realize that she was still in love with this man. Thus he decided to play angry, whilst he wasn’t really angry but it was for her own good and told her off and left. It hurt him on the inside for a little while, but after a month or so he had forgotten all about it.

    Month Two: After the break up Ahira spent his time going through Fiore. Doing missions and doing mundane tasks to fill his time. He had gotten used to the life of a rookie, or so he thought. It was time for him to do something more interesting in his life, something that would sparkle more excitement, excitement that he once had more then he did now. He missed those feelings, alas he looked on the world map. He had gone through Minstrel, Pergrande, Seven and many more nations. But that was only like forty percent of the world. Well to be fair Pergrande was pretty massive compared to Fiore. But he hadn't gone through the entirety of it yet, nor was he planning on. Since he'd pretty much get arrest on sight upon entering one foot into Pergrande. For some unknown reason he wasn't allowed in Bosco. When he tried to enter the officials saw his passport, which was quite filled and denied him entrance which was shameful. Perhaps they thought that he was some kind of spy or something.

    After packing up again the boy would set sail for the nation that is known as Midi! Midi was what Ahira had known as an Eastern Empire. It was a nation that was somewhat old fashioned. He liked the style. It cost a few hours of him to get over seas, since he didn't feel like traveling there by foot. He only had to go a few thousand miles with a boat instead of a few ten thousand miles by foot. After arriving he would travel through the country. Of course Ahira wanted to meet the emperor of this country but there was no way he had enough classifications to ever pull that off. But still, he had tried to get in contact with the prime minister. He decided to send a letter. After a week or so he received a reply. It was fun, but the prime minister of Midi wouldn't want to be his pen pal. Thus Ahira spent the rest of the month traveling through the mighty country.

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    Godlike Frederik
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    Post by Godlike Frederik 17th January 2014, 10:04 am


    Several miles outside Era
    'Damn.. it..'
    Barely able to speak Frederick managed to utter two words while he looked at the palm of his hand. Just now he had coughed up some blood and now he felt it dripping through his finger. With his other hand he was leaning against a tree, trying to keep his entire body from falling down. While he leaned against the tree Frederick couldn't help but to throw a look behind him, not that there was anything following him but instead it revealed a red tainted horizon filled with the lingering smoke of Era. A city that now laid in ruins after the attack of Acnologia. The very city were Frederick was just defeated.
    The thoughts of his defeat made him angry again to such a point he smashed a fist into the tree he was leaning on.
    'That damned dragon! Before I even had the chance to drain it, it just flew off!'

    The sudden retreat of the black dragon was a turning point in the battle for Era, and because of it the legal mages alongside with the council took the opportunity to drive back their invaders.
    Which resulted into another crushing and humiliating defeat. It was infuriating, that once again they had lost. To Frederick it looked impossible for the legal guilds to gain victory, they even had Acnologia on their side.
    'If that damn witch hadn't meddled in our plans... even Warden has lost...'

    Even speaking to himself right now was a pain, almost every breath he took would send a shock of pain through his entire body. And talking made it even worse. But besides his severe condition there was one more thing that bugged him, he hasn't seen any of his mages around. Was he abandoned, did they leave him to rot? or had they fallen in battle. All this made Frederick realize one thing. That he truly was at a loss.
    'Tch is this my price to pay for all my dark deeds, being alone again in the end..'

    His thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly heard the light treading of two small feet in his vicinity, which was immediately followed by a childish giggling. A moment later the young mage from his guild stood before him, and started to speak to him with her purposefully childish lisping. It was a method to make her appear more like a child, even though she was actually a dead decaying body.
    'Oh, Mister Fredwick are you hurt?'

    'Sinali.. good I need your help.. we need to get back?'
    'But Mister Fredwick, you should stay were you are..'
    What do you mean, We don't... have time for your childish games Sinali'
    Mister Fredwick, Mister Fredwick, you have failed us...'

    In that last moment the small girl suddenly stood right in front of him, just a mer inch apart. And during it some of her ribs shot out of her body and penetrated Frederick's. And with a smile that would fit an innocent child she looked up at him and stared straight at his face. And from it she could read Frederick's unbelief.
    Sinali retracted her ribs from Frederick's body and took a few steps back so that he would fall over.
    'Sinali..why..'
    'Oh poor Mister Fredwick, your own selfish desire has made you unfit to lead us.'

    When Frederick looked up he could already see that Sinali had turned his back on him and started to walk away. His eyes were still widened, unable to comprehend the betrayal that just happened. The truth was, his madness to bring back his fiancee from the dead has blinded him for any betrayal from in the guild.

    'Blessed are the dead Mister Fredwick.. Blesser are the dead'

    That was the last thing he heard before everything got dark and Sinali faded into the night sky.



    Three weeks after Era

    'Why is everything so dark.. and what is that sound.. livestock.. cows? Oh wait.. are my eyes closed. Why are my eyes closed again.. oh yeah that girl..Sinali..ugh maybe I should open them'
    When Frederick finally decided to open his eyes he got greeted by a rather foggy vision, with a rather vague figure towering above him. But besides his clouded vision he could still distinguish certain furniture. It appeared as he was in some sort of room.
    'Where..where am I' asked Frederick while he tried to sit right up. But the moment he tried to he was being met with a stabbing pain the shocked through his chest. And with a natural reaction he grabbed his side with his hand. As if that could stop the sudden burst of pain.
    'Woah! Take it easy there, your wounds are not fully healed yet!

    Two hands suddenly were pushing him back down, and left Frederick starting at the figure from before. But now his vision had ben cleared so that he saw to his surprise, that the figure that was hanging above him was actually a girl.
    'You have been laying in here for about three weeks, so you just can't stand up and walk away you know'
    'Three.. three weeks?! Have I been out that long?

    Hearing that Frederick was unconscious for almost an entire month, would stir up his mind enough that it became one big turmoil of several scenarios that could have happened. But before he could get a grip on it he was being pulled out from his chain of thoughts by the girl next to him.
    'Well not the entire time, you were awake sometimes. Not that it mattered, because you still seemed unaware of your surrounding. You'd just stared into the distance mumbling someones name.. Cecil or something.'
    'Ah.. okay.'
    Frederick replied with a rather short answer and turned his head away after hearing the girl mentioning part of Cecilia's name. It was just a small part of it, but it triggered enough memories in Frederick to be troubled by it. The girl next to him apparently noticed it as she suddenly looked a bit ashamed. And mumbled an apology while staring at her lap.
    'So ehm.. where am I?'
    Said Frederick trying to shake his mind off his former fiancee. And as he turned his head towards the girl again he took notice of her appearance. She was a bit different then most of the other girls Frederick had met in his life. Even though she had a pretty face with sparkling eyes, the girl had a bit of tomboyish look. Mostly because her hair was cut very short. The clothes did the part too, she was wearing a grey overall that she had unzipped. Making the top part of the overall hanging partly besides her, while she had the sleeves tied around her waist so that it wouldn't hinder her while she walked. Beneath the overall she wore a black and rather tight undershirt. It made Frederick realize why she was a bit different, in his life he'd only met a certain type of girls. Like when he was younger and still was being dragged to any aristocrat party his father threw, he'd only met girls from wealthy families. And later on when he became a part of Savage Skull he'd almost wouldn't meet any girl at all. And when he did they tended to be a bit psychotic. No the reason why this girl seemed different to him was because she was a commoner.
    'Ah well, you are at my home. A small farm just a mile or two away from Okubara Village'
    'Okubara village? That is like a an entire day ride from Era... how did I get there?
    'You were brought here by some people who were fleeing Era, don't know how they find you. But they just couldn't leave you behind that was until they reached my farm that is. They were riding a carriage that was pulled by a horse. Only they have pushed that poor animal too it's limits until it just couldn't go any further, so they decided to leave you and the cart behind. Saying that you would only slow them down'
    'I probably would have done the same thing...'
    'Hmm maybe I would too but my gramps always told me to do the right thing, So after they brought you here I patched you up. Which was quite some work you know.'

    Only now Frederick realized that he was entirely covered in bandages, he didn't felt it before because he was still a bit numb. Nor did he paid any attention to it. But now that he realized it he noticed that his entire chest and most his waist were covered in it. Meaning that she had to undress him to apply these bandages. Frederick immediately placed his hand on his left part of the chest, right where his heart was. The place where his guild crest was positioned.
    'Yeah.. I have seen your tattoo'
    Said the girl as a reply to Frederick's reaction. But her answer sounded a bit neutral, as if it didn't really matter to her that he was from one of the darkest guilds that Fiore has ever known.
    'Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Just recover as soon as possible, so that I can put you to work'
    'Put.. me to work..girl if you knew who I am you wouldn't..'
    'Doesn't matter! Because of you I missed quite some work on the farm. So when your healed and all you have to repay.'
    The girl had interrupted Frederick in the middle of his sentence and had stood up from the crutch that was standing beside his bed. After that she walked out of the room, but not before she stopped in the middle of the door opening. Only to say a few word to him without even turning around.
    'My name is Samantha by the way'
    'Frederick.. Frederick Corbyn from Clover Town...'

    2 Months later
    A loud thumping sound was to be heard every time Frederick swung the head of a huge mallet onto a wooden pole. Shoving the pole deeper into the ground with every hit. It was maybe not the most enjoyable work to do, but fixing a fence was one of the few things that he was actually capable of doing around the farm. That and other hard labor.
    After one more swing he put the mallet down, so that he could lean on it. And while he did he grabbed a part of his cloak that was hanging besides him over another pole. Only to wipe off some of the sweat from his forehead.
    If you knew Frederick well you would know that this was a rare sight of him, normally he wore the cloak so that it completely shrouded him in mystery. But now that he was working under the scorching sun he was only wearing an undershirt with a pair of black pants. Revealing Frederick's real appearance, that consisted out of a man in his late twenties with raven black hair. But even though he could swing the big wooden mallet at ease, his body didn't show much muscle. At least not enough that people would expected from a farmhand.

    Frederick looked around and saw that Samantha standing near the stalls next to a horse. That she was grooming tenderly. As usual she wore a grey overall that was unzipped so that the top part would fall down and hang loosely besides her hips. Over the past couple of months he had grown quite fond of her, not just because she nursed him back to health but also since a long time he had found someone who he could actually talk to.
    Well not that it went that easy, at first Frederick barely said a word and he just listened to her yapping on about her life on the farm and what she bought at the nearby village. But eventually she started to drag Frederick into her own life, asking for his opinion on decisions she was about to make. And eventually Frederick started to enjoy her presence and the fact that he could talk to her. But there were moments that Sam's mood suddenly turned a bit more evasive and rather reserved at times. And that was mostly when Frederick would ask about her past, he knew that she lost her parents at a young age and grandfather couple of years ago. But she never told him how. And then there was the moment when she was to about to change his bandages, every time she unwrapped his chest and his guild tattoo showed Sam would suddenly fall silent and look away.

    It didn't take long before she realized that Frederick was starting at her and answered that by throwing a gentle smile towards him. And for a moment Frederick felt different, he realized that he genuinely felt at ease. As if everything that happened in the past didn't matter and could melt away. Maybe he could actually find some peace here on this small farm.
    But when thoughts happiness tried to fill his mind an image of Cecilia appeared just as quickly, reminding him that he yet a goal to fulfill. He would shake of the image of his former fiancee and smiled back at Sam. It was only a fake smile to mask the fact that Frederick couldn't stay here forever, not if he wanted to bring Cecilia back from the death. And whatever small piece of happiness he had found here didn't weigh up to the heavy burden he was carrying.

    Later that evening Frederick and Samantha were sitting at the diner table with a pot of stew in the between them.
    'So the fence is coming along nicely huh' said Sam while she was gulping down some of the stew. But for some reason she didn't looked him in the eyes while doing so, instead she was staring at her plate.
    'Yeah.. at this rate I will have it fixed by the end of the week'
    'Ah thanks.. anyway I wanted to ask you something. You see they are having a festival at the town, and ehm.. I wanted to ask you if you would like to go with me'
    'Go where?'
    'The festival! I want to go to the festival with you.'
    'oh..OOH!'
    When Frederick finally realized what Samantha was actually asking he could only stare at her with a dumb look upon his face. He didn't know how to react to that, better yet he didn't know how to remember how to react. It was such a mundane and normal request of him, something he'd haven't heard when he was at Savage Skull.
    'Geez nevermind!' replied Sam when Frederick's silence took to long. Clearly upset by his dumbfounded face.
    But when she walked away Frederick quickly recovered himself.
    'Wait, off course. It's only.. I haven't done something like that in a while'
    'Great! Can't wait.'

    Later that evening Frederick was waiting for Sam just outside the house. And when she finally stepped outside he was surprised to see her in an entire different appearance then he was used to. Instead of the overall and boots she was wearing a short orange colored summer dress. The farmers boots were replaced by your typical american type cowboy boots. As she asked if Frederick was ready to go, he'd only nodded.

    The town was greatly decorated you could easily that the townsfolk gave it their all to create something that they could be proud off. A variety of colored lanterns would pleasantly lit up the stall in their colors. While the scents of food filled the air.
    In the meantime Samantha checked out as many stands as possible it seems, getting overjoyed by most of the things she saw. Frederick on the other hand just followed her most with his hands put behind his back, smiling a bit awkwardly at her enthusiasm. But he couldn't blame her for it, he figured that after all the time she spends on the farm a small festival like this was probably more then just a break for her. Something she could actually enjoy and have fun for once.

    As the evening carried on the festival slowly came to an end, but also something were everyone was waiting for. A firework show, that was being held at a small lake just outside of town. There Frederick and Samantha would stand next to each other and watch the fireworks paint the night sky into colorful spectacle. Just a bit away where the rest of the people had gathered.
    Frederick himself would watch non stop until he was sure that the last of the flares was send into the sky.
    'Ah, over already. You know I don't even remember when I saw one of these before.'
    'ah..'
    Sam's reaction sounded rather sad, definitely not what Frederick was used to from her. And when he look her way, he saw that her head hung down a little. So that she stared at the ground. It immediately worried him. He'd never saw her like this, sure he had seen her down so every now and then. But that was mostly when her chickens didn't lay enough eggs, or when she didn't sell much of her goods in town. But he'd never seen her sad.
    'Sam?.. Is there something wrong?'

    'Frederick... did I ever tell you about how my grandfather died..'
    Frederick wanted to answer, tell her that she didn't needed to tell him if she didn't want to. Yet he knew that she would tell him anyway. No matter what Frederick would say. This was something that she needed to do.
    'He was just working on the fence as you were the last couple of weeks. And he would just joke around as he always did. Trying to embarrass me with question about love and boyfriends and such. That was just the kind of man he was, funny and smart. But even though he had his wits, even he couldn't see what was coming next.'
    'What happened Sam.. tell me'
    'It was in the same year when all the criminals and thugs had rallied under one flag, when they would terrorize everything in Fiore. We'd had a Rune Knight outpost stationed in our village back then. So it was only a matter of time till our village became a target too. And when it did those men came and killed every one of the knights. When they were done they walked outside of town and eventually reached our farm. At first they were going to leave this place alone, not even paying attention to us. If they only weren't bragging about what they did. It angered my grandfather so much he'd eventually walked up to them. Scolding them for their behavior. But even before he could finish they would kill him,... shoot..shooting a beam straight through his chest. They would.. laugh Fred.. so much they just stood there and laugh. They didn't even bother to say something, they'd just laugh and left... Frederick.. these men.. these men...'

    Frederick couldn't believe what he was hearing, not that was not true he didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to know what came next. He already knew the answer.
    'No.. can't be.. don't say it. This can't be true, just when I thought...'
    Frederick thoughts where all over the place, trying to tell himself a false truth. But it didn't work, Samantha's next words would pierce through him just as the Sinali's attack did back then'

    'These men.. had the same tattoo as you Frederick. They were from the same guild as you..'
    'Sam..I'm so sorry.. it wasn't my..words can't..'
    'Don't apologize please... I just wanted you to know. You may be a member of that guild, yet you didn't control everything that happened right. You couldn't have known that my grandpa.. was killed by your guild mates. God.. I hated them so much. I even wanted to let you rot when you were brought here... but my grandfather taught me to give everyone a chance.. but all this. You needed to know.. if you are going to stay here.. You needed to know this.'

    Frederick's mind was now in complete turmoil, because everything she told him came all to one thing. One thing that she didn't know of Frederick. Something that she guessed wrong. He wasn't just a mere foot soldier of the guild, no back then he was it's keeper. He was Lord Frederick Corbyn, the intellectual mind of the guild that oversaw any attack the guild would do. If her grandfather was killed by his former troops, then that happened because he gave the order.
    All this was the only thing he could think about, even though when the walked back home in pure silence. He didn't had to guts to talk to her. He was just to scared of his own words. As if Sam would instinctively know if Frederick would merely talk.
    Back at the farm Frederick and Sam would stand still a few moments, right in front of the house. until she made an excuse to check on the farm animals. Frederick would watch her walk away a few second before he decided to enter the house. There he would immediately walk up to his room with only one thought on his mind.
    "I need to leave! I can't stay here... not after what I have done..'
    These words replayed in his head continuously, so much that he'd eventually listen them. He'd saw it as the only option he had left. The thought that he had taken away her only living relative was ripping him apart.
    'I don't deserve this... What was I thinking?! That I could be happy.. Cecilia I am such a fool.. Cecilia....cecilia!! How could I forget, how could I stagnate in my goals. I never should have stayed here and put my search for you on halt!'
    Slowly but certain Frederick fell back to his old self, remembering the things he had done. The thing he was supposed to do, casting away any chance of happiness he could have find here. Even if it broke the remained of his soul. Maybe it was the last chance he would ever get, that he didn't know. Yet he knew one thing, he had to get out of here.

    He grabbed his cloak that hung over a chair, and put the cloak's collar over his neck. Making it fall over his shoulders and instantly covering his entire body. And just as he used to do, he would pull the hood of his cloak back over his head. Concealing his face behind a dark shadow.

    He stepped outside of his room, and quickly walked into the living room. There he'd instantly would reach for the door that lead outside. But when his hand would touch the knob he heard Sam's voice coming from behind him.
    'Frederick...why are you wearing that?
    Frederick kept standing still, with his hand on the door knob. Afraid to turn around and look her in the eyes. Questioning himself of he should tell her who he really was.
    'Are.. you leaving.. because of what I told you? Please don't.. It isn't your fault. You don't control what others do..'
    He couldn't keep it in any longer, he had to tell her. Even if it meant getting her hate, no he couldn't stop now, he had to bring back Cecilia. And to do that he had to be alone.
    'No.. it is my fault...I am Lord Frederick and back then I was the keeper of Savage Skull...' I controlled everything. Made every decision without out remorse and the slightest idea of the consequences.'
    'What.. what are you saying!?'
    'Your grandfather's death.. is because of me.. because of my orders'
    His voice had returned back to it's usual self, a cold and hollow sound. Devoid of any joy that life could offer. But Samantha wouldn't notice that, because at this point tears were streaming down her cheeks. While she was screaming out of the top of her lungs.
    'STOP IT!!! DON'T SAY SUCH THINGS!!!'
    'I killed your grandfather.. I gave the order to attack this town. In matter of fact, you can consider yourself lucky. Those men were supposed to rid this entire place of the map'
    Samantha's face was taken by shock and her eyes were empty as if she was staring into nothingness. Unable to cope with what she just heard.
    'please.. stop talking...' her voice was soft and fragile. almost without a sound.

    Frederick would stared down upon her from under his hood, he had said everything he needed to say. Knowing this he turned around and opened the door. And as he walked out the scene would end with a hooded figure walking away from the door opening. That showed a Samantha falling on her knees and shoving her face deep inside the palm of her hands. While she loudly cried from her heart that was being torn apart. Just right before the door closed.

    A few hours later Frederick stood next in front of the same lake he was watching the fireworks. Only those moments felt already as distant memories. Because once again Frederick clearly saw his only and true goal in front of him. The sole reason of his existence.
    He'd reached with his hand inside his inner pocket, and pulled out a small booklet. A journal that a member of his guild had given to him several months back. As he stared to his cover, he started to remember it's contents again. When he did his aura started to appear, creating a black and dark mass that crept all around him. All originating from him. While he said something to himself with an ominous voice. A voice that forebode dark events in the near future.
    'Kyll Vie...you might be the very answer that I am looking for...'

    A year Later - Rose Garden

    There she was, the very person he was tracking for almost a year now. Frederick could see her clearly from the rooftop he was standing on. Little did she now that despair would descend upon her soon. Only she was with someone else, a man. But he didn't seem that significant. Just a mere obstacle in his plans.
    As the duo would walk away from a booth, a conceited smile would appear on Frederick's face. He knew it was time, he knew he was close to his goal. And with that as his last thought he would disappear into his own darkness. That slowly started to grow.


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    Post by Sir Leonard 17th January 2014, 11:18 am

    The events in Era caused Leonard to realize that there was something more in the world. That there are dangers, people, culture, and traditions. Furthermore, he knew that he is not strong enough to stand against the new stronger forces in the world that may threaten his family, his Fairy Tail. He needed to become stronger and wiser.

    During the first four months, Leonard ventured to his adoptive father's home country of Ca-Elum. There he met Eorlund's family and stayed with them. During his stay, Leonard learned more about the art of blacksmiths and humility. He was working on forging more weapons for his arsenal, reforging the Dragonbane, a sword given to him by his master when he was young, and a Frying Pan made from the strongest metal in Ca-Elum which he seeks to imbued with power. The Frying Pan was specifically made for Heero because of how much trouble he can get in to. Here is determination and patience was tempered like the metal he works with. During his down time, he was taught, or reminded of the things, the values he held on to that made him become the Swordsman many people came to admire. Leonard also found working at the forge to be a good work out. The heavy things he lifts and the constant banging of metal further improved his upper body strength, especially that on his arms.

    This was all done in his three months of stay. At the last month, he worked on an experimental weapon. A blade made from a material he learned about from the previous months. It all began when Leonard was mining for ore inside the island's volcano. When he was satisfied with what he got, he returned to his forge and studied each ore. He found one ore was suitable for light, quick weapons while the other for heavy strong weapons. He also found a "slot" in both ores, a room for improvement. Melting them down together and by accident, an aluminum fell to the smelter and mixed with the two ores. At first, he thought it wouldn't work out so when he got the resulting ingot, it was very light and didn't see any properties of the strong ore. This made Leonard very disappointed. He looked down, and sighed before throwing the ingot at the wall. But surprisingly, the ingot broke the wall instead. It was such a wonder, normally the light ore won't be able to break the wall.

    Hoping that he had found the answer, he eagerly picked the ingot up and placed on the anvil and hammered it with the Earthshaker. Remarkably, the material was intact. It made him so happy that he raised the ingot how up and danced around and called the ingot Eorlunite. And the next day he forged a weapon from it. A quick light blade, but brings forth destruction like the wrath of a god. This concluded his stay in Ca-Elum, but Leonard needed to train more for the sake of Fairy Tail and so, he thanked the Gray-Manes who has been his family for four months and left, journeying towards Middi.





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    First 3 months:
    Coming in right after Era, Kyll will be in a coma after using an H+ Guild spell and instantly becoming stronger than she could ever imagine. Upon waking up, Zeno, Kyll and Alye will have a conversation regarding her current situation and Kyll is still clueless as to what had became of her mother. No one really wanted to tell her just yet. Kyll is upset by Harland's death and will do anything to honor his name. So she decides that she officially will walk in the roads paved in the light rather than the dark. Kyll is also upset that she won her fight with a pretty cheap shot. She really wanted to fight Faust in his demon force mode. She knew that she would be able to win that fight. She looks forward to her next fight with Faust. Kyll has overheard conversations about Alye's brother, but she doesn't know his name. Kyll speaks to Alye about meeting her brother one day, perhaps that was a mistake. Kyll also comes across a very special frying pan. The Cooks Ware 24 inch Frying Pan 9000. The woman she bought the pan from stated that it was enchanted. The pan could knock out people who 'sparkle.' Kyll had no clue, but she loved the pan to begin with. After all this was the creme de la creme of pans. She noticed that the pan would disappear, but when ever she held her hand out, it would come to her. She named the pan Twinkie.

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    After the battle in Era with the revival of Acnologia, the King of Dragons, Reiki decided he needed much more training. He had become what is known as the 3rd Generation of Dragon Slayers, having powers equivalent to that of god and demon slayers. Yet despite having these powers for months before the attack, he had little control of his magic, if any at all since it had gained such a massive spike in power. He wasn’t of any help to the people of Era against such a powerful being as Azrael had described Acnologia to be. His normal training wasn’t enough. Fiores coldest climates had now become nothing to him. He knew that to train his powers, he would need to go to the coldest place in all of earthland; the kingdom of his father known as Iceberg.

    Hardly even a day after the attack on Era, Reiki set off to the North West from the top of the Eclipse Soul Guild Hall, his ice wings shooting forth, glistening in the rising sun. All he had was his clothes, a sack of supplies tied around his back, and a map of the world in his hands. He flew for a day straight until he reached his destination, the northernmost tip of Iceberg along the frozen mountain range of Kebnekaise. Reiki descended down into the valleys below, breaking off a nearby hanging icicle to munch upon as he landed. This place made the Silent Glaciers of Fiore look like a desert. This place was absolutely perfect. Here, surrounded by nothing but his element, Reiki would have free reign to completely hone and perfect his magic. Upon stowing the map back in his travel sack, Reiki punched a nearby wall of ice, cracking it into pieces as an icy aura engulfed his body. His skin all around his body began to change in appearance, ice blue scales forming over it. The scales made their way down his arm, ending at his knuckles in a pattern that resembled fangs. Reiki looked at another nearby ice wall at his reflection, seeing his own eyes change to be engulfed in white, trails emanating from them like warm breath on a cold day. This was his Dragon Force as a 3rd Generation. Now being able to control it to his will, he would start his intense training in this form, pushing his magic to its absolute limits in order to shatter them.


    2 grueling months later, the Kebnekaise mountains now had so many additional layers of ice added to them, Reiki had lost count. Reiki’s control over Dragon Force was incredibly potent; his magic even more so. Azrael was rather impressed with Reiki’s progress, continually referring to him as “truly worthy of the family's legacy.” While Reiki was glad to hear his uncle complement him so, he realized he didn’t know much about his own family's legacy. His memories of his time spent with Gellidus had come back upon ascending to the 3rd Generation, but he wanted to know more.

    After a day or so of flying through the frosted skies, Reiki found himself in Icebergs frozen capital, the great city of Biarmaland, somewhere around noon. He had heard from several villagers in his time spent in the country that if he wished to learn about anything concerning the country; it was to be found in the vast history recorded in Biarmaland’s library. On the outside, the building itself wasn’t terribly large at all. However, the building was packed to the brim with books, scrolls, stone and ice tablets; anything with even the slightest bit of historical significance to Iceberg was right in front of Reiki. The display was quite impressive to say the least; though not the least bit shocking. From the people he had met, the denizens of Iceberg all seemed very proud and dedicated to their history and traditions.


    Several hours later, Reiki had learned so much about Iceberg and so little about his family legacy. There was plenty of things recorded about the ice dragons that made Iceberg their home and yet most of it seemed to be dismissed as nothing but myth. Naturally, Reiki would have sought to ask Azrael about their family, but there was a slight problem with that. While Azrael was surely wise and incredibly old, his wisdom came and went as it so pleased. His ramblings came and went only when certain subject matters came up between him and Reiki, yet the family lineage didn’t. While he found it strange, Reiki simply accepted that it was just how his uncle was.


    As he continued reading, he came across a rather peculiar bit of information regarding the nations existence that seemed to set Azrael off. “The Birth of the Frost King. Centuries ago, an archeologist by the name of Falki Wolfbaen found an ancient, tattered crown during one of his digs in the plains that later became the location of our capital city, Biarmaland. Either by curiosity or something supernatural, Falki donned the crown upon his head. It’s doubtful that anyone was prepared for what happened next. The crown had an incredible power unlike anything even the mages themselves had witnessed. A devastating and powerful control over ice and all its like; at the price of your sanity. After a brief demonstration to his fellow archaeologists, the crown soon found itself practically glued onto Falki’s head. The crown is imbued with powerful dark magics that lurk within the might of its control over ice. These dark magics are what causes the wearer to go insane; driving them to seek nothing but to ensure the entire world is frozen over.


    Not long after it’s discovery, Falki unleashed the full power of the crown, freezing over the lush plains of the country. The lands were ravished by constant snow, viciously cold winds, and hail that shaped the land to be the Iceberg of today; now and forever. Going absolutely mad with power, Falki soon threw away his name and declared himself ‘The Frozen King.’ He killed as he pleased, ruling over all this land he had created. The people were forced to rely on the mages of the land unlike they had before, making the mages their elders in hopes they would help them adapt and survive this deadly new climate. The people all lived in fear of their Frozen King, until a young lad by the name of Ulfr had enough of living under the king’s tyranny. With the blessing of his villages elder, Ulfr went forth with his mastery of Ice-Make Magic and challenged Falki for the throne. It was a long and terrible battle, but Ulfr’s willpower and skill with magic finally won the battle. Such set in stone the tradition for the right of the ‘Frozen Throne.’ Though the crown may drive them mad, no king since the first has committed such heinous atrocities. “ Huh, well that’s interesting..
    Reiki said aloud to himself as he finished reading the scroll, rolling it back up as he prepared to clean up his hours of research.


    Hah! What kind of history is this? They honestly believe that some boy driven mad by that damnable crown is the reason Iceberg exists? How foolish!! These people have no idea of their own countries history, it makes me sick! Azrael shouted throughout Reiki’s mind, nearly giving him a headache. Calm down Azrael. I’m going to assume that story sparked your memory on something? Reiki asked in his mind, as to not appear crazy to the others in the library with him. Reiki continued cleaning up his research and placing everything back as Azrael began to ramble. You’re damn right it did! It wasn’t that crown that shaped Iceberg, it was your great grandfather, the first Ice Dragon, Ysmir! If it wasn’t for those damn scientists then this country would have never had to undergo the tyranny of their little “Frost King.” Always with the mortals and their lusts for power! It started all back when- Azrael continued to ramble, as his voice suddenly began to get quieter and quieter. Before he even knew what was going on, Reiki had collapsed on the floor, all the books and scrolls he was reading flying everywhere. As a part of his training, Reiki had decided to push himself to see how far he could go without food. That combined with his trip to Biarmaland and the information overload of his research lead to Reiki discovering the limit he wondered about.


    Two days passed before Reiki finally regained his consciousness. Ugh...never doing that again…. he groaned, clutching at his head as he sat up. I would certainly hope not. You should be lucky it was just your bodies need of food, running around dressed as you are in our country. an elderly womans voice said, as the door to the room slowly opened. In walked a woman holding onto a magical staff which she used to aid her in walking as well as healing. The staff was simple in design, the only eye catching part of it being the floating crescent moon at the end of it made of ice. The moon was giving off a rather warm and radiant light, almost like the elderly womans attitude. All my years I have never seen someone dress as light as you in this country. Then again, in all my life I haven’t met an Ice mage with as much power in him as you! she said with a warm smile. Reiki wasn’t entirely surprised that the elder was able to figure out he was an Ice mage; he was in Iceberg after all. Thank you, maam. I came here to train figuring it’d be a good place to really harness my Ice Magic. he said, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. I’ll be fine now though. Thank you very much for your hospitality, I’ll be going now. he said as he hopped to his feet. He began gathering his things from the room, only really needing to put his boots back on. His jacket was enchanted to be incredibly heavy to aid him in his training; unsurprising that no one in the city could probably even hope to try and lift it off of him while he was unconscious. The woman kept the warm and welcoming smile on her face as Reiki began to walk out the door. If you’re ever in the area and feeling under the weather, don’t hesitate to stop back in! I’m one of the best healers we have in the entire country!  she said, Reiki simply responding with a confident nod. Once Reiki was out of the clinic, the woman let out a heavy sigh with a slight hint of happiness. It’s good to see you didn’t die out there when you ran off, Reiki. You’ve certainly grown since you left the orphanage… I wish this could be a more happy time, but no doubt, he has certainly taken notice of your presence with that magic coursing through your veins… I’m sure he remembers it all too well. she said as she walked out of the room with a much more down to earth and serious look.



    After he left the clinic, Reiki tried to reinvigorate the conversation with Azrael to no avail. The only thing he remembered was the name of the first Ice Dragon; Ysmir. Reiki noted through his research that Ysmir was actually revered as the god of all things related to Ice. Reiki figured Azrael had no reason to lie to him about anything. While flying back to his training spot within the Kebnekaise mountains, Reiki thought over the fact that his great grandfather was Ysmir. Where did history go wrong over the years? Were all the first dragon kings of their elements somehow morphed during history into being revered as gods? Time simply flew by with the landscape as he thought this over. Before he knew it, Reiki was back in the mountains ready to resume his training once more.


    A month passed as Reiki continued his pursuit of mastering his magic. Today was one of Reiki's trips to the coastal fishing town of Bergen; just north of his training spot. Whilst he could easily survive from just eating the ice off the mountains, it didn't offer any nutritional benefits to him. Fortunately for Reiki, he happened to pick a training spot near the best fishing village of Icebergs coastal borders. It was here in Bergen on this day that Reiki would come across a new friend.


    While Reiki was going over the days catches with the fisherman, a loud scream came echoing from the southern entrance of the village. Reiki and plenty of the villagers ran off in the direction of the scream. The cause was from a little girl who was now calling for someone to help her polar bear-dog. Polar bear-dog's were very commonplace in Iceberg, kept as pets and used to aid the denizens in their hunting. A few hundred feet outside the village, the girls polar-bear was surrounded by a pack of Vulcans.


    Another month after he had found Tsuki, Reiki finally decided it was finally time for him to return to Fiore. Over the past four months, with a little help from Azrael, Reiki had gained complete control over his new found powers. Reiki was also much different now physically. His build was much more defined than it ever was before; ripped, but not overly muscular. Reiki also gained a few new scars to join the one of a thunderbolt on his chest. One scar was a simple straight line down his right eye, ending at the tip of his nose on his cheek. The other adorned his left cheek, forming a cross. He had been a bit careless with his training, allowing a few stray icicles fly at him at the wrong time. The scars were thankfully not too bad, and seemed to blend fairly normally with his skin after a few months of healing. Reiki’s hair was now also longer, growing out on the back and adorning itself messily upon his shoulders. Liking the way his hair had grown, Reiki decided to keep it this from now on, letting it grow no longer than past the tops of his shoulders.


    From here on out, Reiki would continue his training back in Fiore; but in a few different ways. As soon as he had returned to Karakuri, Reiki set out to find Sephiria, the guild’s Poison Dragon Slayer. He had met Sephiria not too long before the events that occurred in Era; being responsible for determining whether she was worthy of being classified as a C rank mage. With Kyll placing him as the one responsible for testing the strengths of all the current guild members, Reiki felt responsible for checking in on her. He found her within the guild’s training room, noticing she was having a rather difficult time improving her skills. Once he sat down and talked to her, Sephiria explained to him she had been having trouble as of lately with her training. Upon hearing this, Reiki decided it would be a good idea for the two of them to train together. However, it was more than simply the two sparring. Reiki knew that if they were ever going to stand a chance against Acnologia, they would need the strength of every Slayer; god, demon, and dragon alike. While he obviously couldn't prepare her to fight a dragon, let alone their “King,” Reiki knew that Sephiria would need real combat experience. Reiki brought Sephiria along with him on many missions, forming a rather close bond with her in the process. He began seeing her much like a daughter to him than just a simple student. This bond was one that would continue to grow throughout the year, with a few minor hiccups along the way.


    Whenever he wasn’t on missions with Sephiria, Reiki found himself either out on his own missions or helping with the rebuilding of Era. After what had happened, Reiki’s desire to help people skyrocketed to a whole new level. Whether it was lending a hand with construction or building survivors a temporary shelter out of his ice, Reiki was glad to help out in any way he could. Any missions that he took on that involved Era he did for no charge. Reiki even decided to cut the rewards in half for every mission he undertook across Fiore. As he journeyed far and wide across Fiore, people began to call him Ysmir, the Dragon of the North. Reiki took to this name with pride. It was his great grandfathers, the first Ice dragon in existence; how could he not? Reiki hoped that this would catch the attention of the Magic Council. He wanted to become a part of the strongest known mages in all of Fiore; the Ten Wizard Saints. While he may not have been on the same level the strongest Wizard Saint, his guild founder Zeno Sombras, Reiki knew he was definitely amongst the strongest Fiore had. He also knew another of the Wizard Saints, Alye Reyold, with whom he had worked with much in the past. Reiki knew that being a Wizard Saint would mean people would rely on him on their time of need, but he was ready for this responsibility if he were to be granted it.


    Six months into the year now, Reiki was still doing his best to help Sephiria grow stronger. While out on a mission with her, he couldn’t help but reminisce of his fellow Dragonic Storm members; Alye and Aian. He would tell her of the old days when Reiki and Aian used to get themselves into messes with their missions. As their powers grew and they teamed up with Alye, those problems seemed to grow with them. He also told Sephiria of the story when he had awoken his 3rd Gen. Slayer power and how that was when he discovered Alye was a Goddess Slayer. Reiki just sat there that night, rambling on and on just like his uncle Azrael would. He put the poor girl to sleep he was talking so much that night. He laughed slightly as he simply watched their campfire burning. He hadn’t seen either Alye or Aian over the past six months; naturally he was a little worried about them both. However, he knew the two of them would be alright. Alye was the student of the Storm Goddess, Ororo, and whether Aian admitted it or not, he was indeed the son of Gellidus’ old rival, Metallicana. Whatever they were doing, Reiki was sure they were both perfectly fine.


    11 months in, the training Reiki was giving Sephiria was starting to slow down. Slowly but surely, something was causing her to become much more paranoid. Reiki couldn’t even get near her without her flinching and having a miniature freak out. Reiki even found her not carrying her blades around with her everywhere. What bugged him the most over this was Reiki couldn’t do anything about it. Even with the bond that the two had built up together, Sephiria kept her distance. It wasn’t just from Reiki; she was keeping her distance from everyone. No matter what he tried, he really couldn’t get through to Sephiria.


    During this time of paranoia, Reiki spent the final month simply continuing his work across Fiore; trying to help Sephiria if he could at all. Whilst visiting the capital on a mission, he received a letter from a courier. This was quite odd, as Reiki had never really gotten a letter from anyone before. As he sat down in a restaurant, Reiki pulled the letter out of his coat pocket and opened it up. “To the one becoming known as Ysmir. I write this to you in secret as a warning. You’ve made a powerful enemy unintentionally. He seeks your life, but not immediately. He won’t strike until Earthlands climate is at its weakest. Prepare yourself for the Lunar Eclipse this coming year. I fear you may be one of the few alive in this world capable of stopping him. I will try my best to reach you before then.

    An old friend.” ….. Well if that isn’t incredibly vague as hell? They couldn’t have at least been a little more specific? Seriously, could have at least told me who it was I managed to piss off this time….
    Reiki thought to himself, simply staring at the letter until his food arrived. Given the recent events that had happened over his life in the past few years since he had joined Eclipse Soul, Reiki now took nothing for granted. If he truly did set in motion events that may cause innocent lives to be lost, then he would do everything in his power to keep that from happening. He also knew he wouldn’t be alone in this either. He had Alye, Aian, and although she was being distant, Sephiria as well. These were the people he knew he could trust more than anyone in this world. He knew little of Kyll and the other members of Eclipse Soul, but he hoped that would change. Whatever mess he had gotten himself into, he knew that the guild would stand by him to help fix it. After all, the guild was his family. His weird, hell raising, ass kickin family.

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    Months 1-2: After the battle at Era Nightken took some time off for himself to unwind and once back he’ll be all set to go back to work. He made sure to have Tenshu stay at his house while he was gone which meant that if anyone tries to come near the house he has a guard wyvern ready to attack and he wouldn't have to worry about food for the big guy since he can just hunt down his own food. With all of his supplies Nightken decided to go somewhere he hasn't seen in over ten years. The old wood cabin he used to live with his master Izunagi further into the East Forest was his first place to visit and then from there it is where ever he feels like. It didn't take him long to find the place and he was surprised that the thing was still standing. Walking up to the door he saw it was on the floor and in pieces. Looking around the house there wasn't much left that wasn't covered in a thick layer of dust just stepping made a small cloud of dust near the floor. He found a few old picture in Izunagi’s room back when he was barely in his twenties and one picture he never thought he’d see again. A picture of both him and Izunagi together before they went to Thunder Island for the first time. Looking at it brought back so many memories of how things were back then so much easier because he was a kid and didn't think much of the future. Putting all of the photos in his duster pocket he left the place he called home for the last time. His travels brought him to the Mysterious Canyon which was a nice place to visit for some site seeing.

    Months 3-7: During Nightken’s travels he found a group of five people near the Mysterious Canyon talking about some underground magic battles. He decided to follow them to the place since it seemed interesting, but he wasn't expecting them to lead him to an old looking cave. Being as stealthy as possible he watched as they made their way to a large metal door with a sliding slit. He was able to over hear what they said before going inside and waited a couple of minutes before trying to go in. Giving the password he heard the people use he was let in and was surprised about what he saw. There were four arena pits, waiting areas, a place for people to place bets, and even a grand spectator’s box above the center of the place. He saw the rules for the matches and surprised about them since this was an underground fight club. The rules were pretty simple matches are one vs. one, no weapons allowed to be used, but armors are okay, and no killing your opponent. He went over to the match roster and saw there was an opening with his interest peaked he decided to sign up. The first match he was in he faced a young woman who couldn't be more than twenty-five had brown shoulder length hair, wore simple street clothes and had a somewhat disturbing look in her eyes. Once the match began she disappeared and reappeared behind him kicking his side and pushing him back some. Keeping an eye on how she is moving he saw she was teleporting, but unfortunately for her he saw through her pattern and in one strike hit with his Rakiri Unleashed spell sending her flying into the wall falling unconscious. He won his first match in the underground battles and actually enjoyed the competition that was there. Over the course of four months he had won at least eighty percent of his matches there and those that he won he did so using his Rakiri Unleashed which ended up giving him the nickname among people in the underground magic fights as the “Electric Reaper” or to some “ER” for short. His most difficult battle that he barely won was against a man name Sebastian. He used a mix of hell fire and chain, but the main thing was that he wasn't man, angel, or demon. This man was a creature known as homunculi; they look human yet posses great and dangerous power. During the battle a collision of spells caused a power outage in the entire place, but the only light came from his hell fire and Nightken’s lightning pulsating around him. In a dangerous spell combo he unleashed his trump card Boa Zekaruga which severely weakened him and finished it with his Rakiri Unleashed. Before hitting the ground from magic drain Sebastian fell first which gave Nightken the win.
    During his time there two things changed about him one being he came across something called magic cigarettes. They don’t seem to cause the same issues that normal cigarettes do in fact they don’t have any side effects since they are just an imitation. Once someone finishes smoking one it turns into a harmless vapor and dissipates in the air. The cartons that they are in has duplication magic enchanted on them making it so long as at least one is left it will duplicate until the carton is full again. Two his lightning changed from being blue and black to just black in coloring he doesn't know how that happened, but it isn't too big of a deal.

    Months 8-10: After his time at the underground fights he suddenly left leaving everything he had won behind along with a note saying “I’ll come back eventually until then take what you want from my winnings.” The different things he won was mostly items for boosting a person’s magic strength, but he didn't want them because his strength he earned and didn't take a shortcut to get it. During the next couple of months he was traveling different mountain terrains and found what looked to be a wyvern nest in a large cave. He saw the different types of wyverns and all the scales on the ground which actually made him to think and collected all of the black and white scales that he could get to without being noticed. He had enough to take to a tailor and they could make a nice outfit with it. Once he left the cave there were about four different normal species of wyverns. There was a black, white, green, and blue wyverns standing in front of him sniffing towards him the black, white, and green started to back away as the blue shot a lightning ball that roughly had a thirty foot radius at him. Sticking his hand out all he did was absorb the lightning ball with his Recharge spell. When it saw that it charged at him trying to bite him he dodged by causing a distraction by shooting lightning up at the snow mound above the cave causing it to fall in front of him letting him move out of the way before it tore through the snow mound. Using his Lightning Body he left the area quickly since he over stayed his welcome. He started to head home at his own leisure.

    Months 11-12: He returned to the East Forest after his time away the place seemed to be the same except for the fact the there was a wyvern spike sticking in a tree. Making his way back to his house he could tell the Tenshu had done some expanding to the nearby area of the house. As he came near he whistled the usual way he calls to him and quickly his wyvern showed up in front of him glad to see him home. Petting him on the head Nightken went to his house and realized how much cleaning he has to do since almost an entire year has passed. Spending the next few days he did nothing but clean up his house and made sure the surrounding area wasn't too badly damaged. After he finished all the cleaning he went into Magnolia with a dufflebag full of the wyvern scales and took them to the tailor shop in town. When he put the bag on the counter the tailor was in awe looking at the scales. All Nightken wanted him to do was make a suit that looked similar to the normal clothes he wears when not on a job. After getting all of his measurements the tailor started to work on the order immediately. It took almost a month for him to finish but when he did it came out amazing. The texture of the scales made the suit look spectacular, but to his surprise there were still plenty of scales left. Nightken let the tailor keep the scales since they’re difficult to collect normally especially during this time of year. To show his thanks the tailor made a trade of the left over scales for the suit. Returning home he just decided to relax some by watching his TV and lit a magic cigarette. When the end of the year that he was gone came to a close on the last day he went to the guild in his new suit and an unlit magic cigarette in his mouth as he walked into the guildhall. Walking in he pulled out a black lighter with a blue Fairy Tail insignia on the back out of his pocket and lit the cigarette. Nightken was officially home and ready to get back to work as a Fairy Tail member.


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    Intro - Lance sighed as he kicked the ground from under his feet. It had only been a month since the destruction of Era and now Lance was in a tunnel that his family had retreated too a long time ago after he thought they had died, but now that he was back with his family it didn't feel right because Griffon had died while protecting Lance from a attack. Lance now lived with his family and his friend Melody who had become really close to him since Era. The tunnels seemed to be some sort of town seeing as it had buildings underneath and such and it had a huge roof so it was more of a cavern. Lance had changed since that day in Era, he had seen family die that day. Draco mysteriously disappeared one day never to be seen again. Lance was now alone but his change was a good change, he became more relaxed and more open to the world.

    Month 1 - Melody ran through the town trying to find Lance who had challenged her to a game of hide and go seek. After a while she got tired and started to yell "I give up!" she said laughing a bit and Lance took off his hood and became visible again "You give up already?" Lance said who had been following her the whole time. Melody giggled a little "Hey that's cheating!" She laughed as she walked over to Lance and put her arm around his shoulder "Say Lance, Now that you have settled down here how about you go and get a drink with me at the bar?" Melody asked him . Lance nodded in agreement and followed her as she took his hand and walked to the bar.  

    The bar was made of rock on the inside and it wasn't that busy seeing as this was a rebel base that he now lived in. The bar was run by his father who gave him free drinks whenever he came in. "Welcome Son!" his dad said as his eyes lit up and ran to the back to start brewing some drinks. Lance sat down next to Melody and smiled "Hey dad, not to strong ok?" Lance smirked as his dad looked back and winked "I Will give you the strongest one I got! HAHA!" his dad laughed as he handed Lance a really dark drink and handed Melody a light drink. They both chugged it down and set their drinks down laughing.

    Month 3 - Lance had gotten sick a lot over the time he had come here but he was liking it in the cavern so far because he was with his family. One day a desperate knock on his door was heard and he rushed to open it. When he did open it he saw a guy in a white lab coat who had a vile and a knife in his hand and before Lance could make an attack he was cut in the chest with the knife. The guy laughed as Lance dripped blood and fell to the floor "I will have a full vile of blood for the boss this time!" the guy said as he collected the blood and ran out of the cavern and back to wherever he came from. It was late at night so no one could come to his rescue.

    In the morning he wake up only to find himself in Melody's room. "Lift up your shirt..." Melody said as he got out some glasses so she can take a closer look as Lance took his shirt off. The cut was deep and it had left a huge scar going across his chest. "I don't think I can fix that Lance..." Melody grimaced as she took off her glasses and collapsed on her bed that was next to the bed Lance was sleeping on. "I am afraid you will have to stay at my place until everything is fixed." Melody concluded.

    Month 4 - The guy in the white lab coat rushed down the halls of the lab until he finally entered a room that had machines with people in them. One of them was a little girl with cat ears and the other was empty. "These experiments to make an exact copy of Lance have failed, but this one.... this one wont." The guy said evilly as  he poured the blood into a machine that started to collect the data and form a body. "HAHAHAHAHAHHA!" the guy laughed evilly as he was walking out he tripped and hit a red button that made the girl with cat ear fall out and into a river. The guy dismissed it and went on with his day.

    Month 5 - The girl awoke in a little cavern and as she looked around she saw that there was buildings everywhere and lights on the roof of the cavern that glowed dimly. Lance was walking outside when he saw her and ran over to pick her up "Who are you?" Lance muttered to himself as he picked her up and carried her over to Melody's place.

    As she lie on the bed dazed Melody opened a book and flipped through the pages. "What are you looking at Mel?" Lance said as he looked over her shoulder. "This is your uncles work book. It talks about all the work he has done and it sais here that..." Melody started to say but then she got cut off "They are trying to make clones of you... This girl... she is supposed to be a clone of you..." Melody stared at the page in awe. Lance looked at the girl up and down "This girl looks nothing like me." Lance said as he stared at the girls cat ears and flowing blue hair. Melody looked up form her book "Most likely a failed attempt..." she said before returning to the book.  "Does that mean that Lance is my dad?" the girl said as she sat up and started at Lance. "technically speaking, yes Lance is your dad." Melody responded closing her book and putting it away to go sit by Lance and the girl. Lance cocked his head "what's your name?" Lance asked her. The girl shook her head "I don't know what my name is..." The girl said quietly. "Let's call you Lea..." Lance said quietly as he ruffled the girls hair with a smile.

    Month 10 - Lea had become quite accustomed to the life in the base and was being taught magic by Melody who specialized in defense and Healing. Lea played with Lance everyday and thought of him as a father and although Lance didn't admit it he loved Lea and thought of her as a daughter.

    Back at the lab the body that had been created with the blood was finished and as the guy opened the container the body stepped out and stretched before opening his eyes. The clones eyes were blood red and its voice was deep and demonic "Looks like I finally made it into his world!" the clone explained. Little did the scientist know that he didn't just make a clone but let Evil Lance out of his world and into Lance's world. "You there... did you help me get out?" Evil Lance said and the guy nodded in excitement. Evil Lance smirked and walked over to the guy then stabbed him "Thank you for letting me out..." Evil Lance said with a laugh as his hand glowed black as his minion appeared beside him "Come minion we have some revenge to attend to..." Evil Lance said as he walked out of the lab and set course for the base.

    Month 11 - Evil Lance had entered town through a secret way and was sneaking around killing people when a siren went off "ALL RESESTENCE TO THE SQUARE!" the voice yelled as soldiers went and surrounded Evil Lance. Evil Lance laughed as his minion grew into a huge demon with horns and red eyes. Lance hid behind one of the shields that the shields his dad had and whispered something in his ear. His dads eyes widened "Are you sure you want to do this?" his dad asked in a concerned tone. Lance nodded "Yes... I have to... to end this..." he said as his dad smirked "Go get him Lance!" his dad said and with that Lance took off running into the square. The demon brought his hand down to slam on the ground and Lance slid under it "OPEN FIRE!" his dad yelled when the demon was down and the guards started shooting magic at the demon.

    Lance was now face to face with himself "What do you want?" Lance asked in a mad tone. Evil Lance laughed "isn't it obvious? I want to start a war!"  he yelled "Now if you will excuse me I have some where I need to be." he said as he jumped and created a hole in the ground which he fell through and Lea and Melody escaped outside of the base. The demon saw them and teleported out.

    Lance looked down the hole before taking a deep breath and jumping in. The inside of the hole was dark and damp lit up with dark red lights making it even more spooky. Lance took off running as soon as he hit the ground. After a while he et up with Evil Lance who looked like he was a bit out of energy. "Stop!" Lance yelled and evil Lance turned around "Do you even know why I do this?!" Evil Lance yelled as he shot a shadow ball at Lance and it hit him in the stomach. "Humans killed my friend when we where younger... They tortured me and my friend." He said with a picture of the minion appearing in his mind and tears rolled down his face. "So that's what this is about... no wanting to lose a friend..." Lance said as he closed his eyes and clenched his fists "YOU DONT WANT TO LOSE YOUR DEAR FRIENDS..." Lance started to yell as he unsheathed his claws "WELL I DONT WANT TO LOSE MINE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as Evil Lance summoned the sword of the shadow king "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" He yelled as he got closer to Lance. "See that's just it you say that you want to start a war... you say that you want to avenge your demon friends... but I can tell that deep down..." Lance started as Evil Lance was right in his face "That you want to be stopped..." Lance said as the sword broke and Lance swung at Evil Lance. Evil Lance hit the wall hard and had scratch marks on his face. "Minion... No... Gargoth... I believe in you..." he muttered as he laid there limp and got absorbed back into Lance's body.

    Lance knew that Melody and Lea were in trouble so he ran out of the cavern and into the sun light only to be met by Melody and Lea who had taken a beating. "LEA, MELODY!" Lance yelled as he jumped into the air "Lance!" they both said in unison as Lance landed on the demon head and jumped off behind it "Dusk....BLADE!" Lance yelled as a sword appeared behind him and he thrusts his hands forward. The sword shot at the demon then separated into five sword that each hit the demon in the head. The demon fell and burst into shadows and going back to the shadow realm. Lance looked at the two and smiled before passing out.

    Month 12 - Lance packed up his bags and was ready to go back to his other home... Fairy Tail. As he walked out of the cavern he was stopped by Lea who jumped on his back "I'm coming with!" she laughed. Lance sighed with a happy smile "Fine." he said as he walked out. On there way back Lea tapped on Lance's shoulder "Hey Lance, is it ok if I call you dad?" Lea asked in her sweet five year old voice Lance sighed again "Sure..." He said with a slight smile as they continued back on the road to Fairy Tail.

    As they arrived in the desert town they saw that there were some guys in black coats staring at them with their hoods on. Each one of them a different size, One of them really small, one of the seemed to be flying, one of them seemed to be an average size and the last one seemed to be a bit taller than average. The flying one stood on the tall persons shoulder. Lance and Lea stared at them "Who are you guys?" Lance asked while getting into a fighting stance. "Stand down..." The tall one said, she sounded female. As they each took off their hoods one by one Lance saw that the tall one was a girl, the average one was a boy, the flying thing looked to be a small little dragon looking thing, and the small one looked to be a wolf. Lance smiled at the last two who took off their hoods "Its been a while Wolfy... good to see you Draco!" Lance said laughing a bit. The man stepped forward and introduced himself as Jonah and the girl called herself Mia. "I would like to offer you a deal..." Jonah said quietly "We would like you to join our organization... Ancient Dynasty... There are four of us right now and you could be the fifth." Jonah continued as Lance nodded "Sure." Lance simply said as he took the guild crest out of Jonah's hand and put it in his coat pocket. Mia threw a pouch of jewels at Lance "Go back to your guild using this..." Mia  said with a smile as they bowed and walked away.

    "What a weird group..." Lance mumbled as he got on the train and took a ride back home to Magnolia. When they reached there Lance looked up at the sky and smiled "Lea, were back home..." he said as he started his way back to the guild.

    As they walked back to the guild Lance got a head ache as memories spun through his head as pictures of the past two years rapidly came across his head. Pictures of Simon‚ Rita‚ and Sephiria raced through his head then disappeared as Lance awoke in a dark tunnel with some people walking farther in. Lance took a closer look and saw that they were his friends. Then he appeared in a throne like room where Evil Lance sat "Do you know why I called you here?" he asked in a calm voice. Lance got ready to fight "What do you want?!" He yelled at Evil Lance. Evil Lance waved the question off "As you probably don't know my name is now Lex..." he said with a sigh "I do not intend to hurt you... I want to make a deal with you..." Alex said with a smile "We can join together when we fight... when I take control I won't kill anyone..." He said with a calm smile and Lance cocked his head to the side and put down his fists "Why are you helping me?" Lance asked. Lex grimaced a bit "Well when I was back at the lab they were talking about bringing back your uncle... plus when you beat me you kind of made me see the light..." he said as he motioned for Lance to take a seat "If you want to ever stand a chance of beating him you will have to make have all the sets of The Shadow Kings armor." He then said as he waved his hand and a sword and a necklace appeared before Lance "You already have two of them... there are fifteen pieces in all. I will guide you where to go next." He said as Lance nodded "Alright, so where do I go now?" Lance asked. "Go to Minstrel, there you will find the gloves." Lex said "But what if I cant get all of them in time?" Lance asked uncertain and Lex looked at him with a confident smile "I know you can." and with that the room faded to black and Lance was back in Magnolia with Lea staring over him "You ok?" Lea asked with a smile and Lance nodded "We will say a quick hello at the guild then we are heading to Minstrel." Lance said as he got back up and started to walk to the guild.

    OOC: This is the ending to Lance's Shadow within arc.


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    A reservation for the hidden hermit and his gangster bicycle.

    Prologue:


    “That thing is a mess! Look at it! All those barnacles! And the smell! Yuck!” Aldous ignored Abraxis’ comments in the background, his eyes solely fixated on the massive hull that took up the entirety of his vision. It was still as black as sin, with those same sharp angles that had made it looked poised to ram down any resistance in its path. Aldous felt a shaking hand reach out, smoothing it over the wall that he had known so well. Yes, it was still so cold, like a frost from hell. Perhaps it was the ship’s way of mimicking the sensation of the hearth, a way of saying…

    “Anyway, welcome home, Aldous.” Abraxis, watching from the side, kindly spoke, a pang of jealousy jumping up suddenly within him. He knew it was a meaningless feeling, for his home was far and away, out of reach, yet forever taunting him with its intangible presence. In fact, for a good while of their travels together, Aldous had shared that exact same feeling before. It was the promise of empathy and side-to-side consolation to one another for their eternal separation from their homes that had motivated Abraxis to stick so tightly to Aldous’ side. Now, that motivation may just evaporate, much to Abraxis’ inner fear, as he continued to watch Aldous continue talking to the black walls, like old friends long separated by cruel Fate.

    “Ten…years…Ten years of walking the earth, knowing that I can never reach you. And then you suddenly reach me. Showing back up in my life, all when I was ready to send you to the abyss of a past left behind.” Aldous murmured with his eyes half-closed. If he had opened them fully, he would have seen the entire ship, proving to him that what was before him was more than a hallucination, but a reality. If he had closed them completely, he would be scarcely ready for the images and voices of things long forgotten that are apt to overcome the floodgates. “This is not fair. You brought more than your bulk with you. No, you brought a lot more than that.”


    “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. I was born here, too, you know.”

    Aldous flinched, a solid rock welling up his throat at the cackling of that one voice behind the bars in his head. He then stopped himself and quickly drew his mental body to its full height. “Maybe, but it was I who chose to find the various special hideouts during hide-and-seek. It was I who devoured the texts of its grand library. It was I who tasted the delicacies of the ingenious Aunt Jorg and also helped out in making some of them. It was I who knew the people who also lived in it. And all while you were squirming in my mind, throwing a violent tantrum that was never heard. You know nothing about this place!” Aldous blinked blankly when he felt the unexpected clear-headedness of Purgatory reaching back into the deepest recesses. Apparently, his outburst had scared the menace away.

    Abraxis watched on, unfazed by Aldous seemingly talking to himself. He had seen this happen over and over again, and while he noted that the conversations were getting more frequent, they also caused an unexpected benefit: the initial difficulty that Aldous had with dealing with Purgatory was starting to fade away, perhaps a sign of his growing experience with direct confrontation with the Entity of the Horizon. The bicycle swore that he was smiling so much that the metal lips of his bell was bending upwards; it was good to see that thing get beaten down for once.

    “Well then,” Abraxis chirped, while Aldous was recovering from his outburst. Maybe he can deal with the ‘lack of motivation’ problem a bit later. “Shall we finally go in?”

    Nodding in acknowledgement, Aldous paused for a moment before the endeavour, taking one more second to get a full view of the airship that was his home for ten years. Despite its continued maintenance of its ice-cold bite and its complexion of a looming shadow, the Grimoire Heart Airship was a shell compared to its former shelf, having been ripped apart by the one responsible for its destruction, pushed by the currents and barely kept buoyant on the sea by its dying magical engines for the past few years or so, until it finally slammed itself into a deserted beach on some remote island, stranded there and unnoticed. If it had not been a passing fisherman swept off his course by a fateful storm, everyone would have been none the wiser.
    Signs of its destruction and afterword age were clear all about the jet-black structure. Most obvious of all was the gaping lack of the tower that had held the ship’s highest and most restricted rooms, such as Master Hades’ throne room, along with his own more private one, not that it did much good against the shortcuts that Aldous faithfully recalled. It was most likely that the force that had grounded the airship had originated from somewhere around there.

    Aldous did not pity the fact that the precious and powerful books in those rooms were now forever out of reach; even when he was a child, he had known, through sheer sensation upon sight that they had held extremely nefarious Dark Magic, far more cruel and sinister than his own Dark Magic, Amaterasu Formula. Aldous recalled that not even the strongest mages, the Seven Kin of Purgatory were allowed to read them and it was likely only thanks to Hades’ own precautions that the Guild Master could do it himself.

    What Aldous was most focused on, however, was the general guild library, located much closer to the centre of the airship and according to memory, a good deal separated from the spire. While the collections within it are certainly not up to the grade of the Guild Master’s personal one, Hades had spent decades of his life collecting them and Aldous, having read them himself, knew that they will be of some value, maybe not to his own development, but perhaps if he chose some of the less ambiguously moral ones and sell them for a price, he might be able to earn a neat profit.

    It was worth a look around.

    “Hey, I found an opening that’s not colonised with barnacles and clams yet! Let’s go through from here!” Abraxis called out, snapping Aldous out from his thoughts. While he mutely watched the bicycle enter with unusual quickness, Aldous sighed to himself. His previous train of thought was purely motivated by a logical benefit-maximizing basis, a reflex developed after ten years of looking after himself and Abraxis’ stomach. “This is my home.” Aldous gave another uneasy glance. “Or what’s left of it.”

    “Perhaps I should not be so….unsentimental. Maybe, I should just give it one final tour.” And so, deciding upon that, Aldous entered after Abraxis, feeling like a child walking into his mother’s embrace.

    "Welcome home." And Aldous listened to the grudging voice inside for the first time.

    "Yeah," he replied, half-aware that he was holding back tears as he begun to uncontrollably recognize sights. The near-accident with that porcelain jar. The mock sword-fighting with those display knock-offs. The game of Make-the-Swiss-Roll with this carpet right under his feet. Sliding down the stairs on those paintings.

    "I've got a lot of catching up to do."

    The Year:

    When Aldous completed his trip down the memory lanes and fully enjoyed himself during his tour of the half-destroyed ship, he found that the engines of the ship were still fully operational, or at least the sole one that was left out of all of them. While the damage to the rest of it would never make it fly again, it still maintained many of the magic-powered services inside the ship. Food refrigeration, water, lighting, cooking appliances, even air-conditioning (>.<), all of that was still fully running after all this time. Aldous had more than a little praise for the ones who designed the ship. It made an idea that had been silently brooding inside him now begin to call out furiously for his attention, manifesting as a nagging urge in the back of his head. At first, he did little with it and only held on to it for consideration in another time. But it was when he came into the library that he finally accepted it.

    His memory, perhaps due to him being a child then, did not recall the guild library being that big. To make manners worse, turbulence, ship-rocking and the final impact from the landing on the beach must have been responsible for all of the shelves tumbled down onto the ground, their contents spilled across the floor like beans from an upturned can. Even though some books might have been lost from the destruction, it would take him years to fully read through all of the remaining ones at his disposal, all the while organizing it properly so as to make sure that he can correctly track his progress. It was then that he determined that he had no choice but to stay at the Grimoire Heart airship and call it home for a while.

    But Abraxis had something to say about that.

    Inter-rim Roleplay

    “You want to do what?!”

    “It will take too long to complete what I set out to do here in just one visit. Hundreds, maybe thousands of visits! I don’t think I have any other choice but to stay here until I can sort this out.”

    “Until you can sort this out?” Abraxis huffed with a (Aldous suddenly noticed) disbelievingly, “Don’t you mean like, forever? Dude, what about jobs? What about the jewels? What about travelling around the world and all of its glories?! WHAT ABOUT FINDING A WAY TO EDOLAS? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ALL OF THAT?”

    “No, Abraxis, I haven’t…..of course not….I will never forget such an important promise I made to you. The books in this library might even point a way to your home.” Aldous begun to step back, the joy and euphoria from relishing the idea all blown away by Abraxis’ unexpected anger.

    “And if they don’t?” Abraxis spat, the bicycle’s frame shifting to the side as he begun to turn his metaphorical back towards Aldous.

    Truthfully, at the moment, Aldous felt more pressed to get started on reading and cataloguing the books rather than deal with what in his eyes is just one of the bicycle’s many annoying tantrums. Sweeping his hand over his face, Aldous let out a quick sigh of frustration as he begun to go a little more assertive. “Abraxis, where is this coming from?”

    He was not ready for the response.

    “I’M AN EXCEED! HAVE YOU BEEN SO USED TO RIDING ON ME THAT YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT?! I MAY LOOK LIKE A BICYCLE BUT DEEP DOWN I AM A TRUE-BLOODED EXCEED! I HAD A HOME TOO! ONE SEPARATED BY DIMENSIONS, NOT A STUPID-ASS OCEAN! NOW THAT I HAVE SAID IT, I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER WHY DID I EVEN FOLLOW YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?!” The bicycle cried and yelled, his boisterous voice booming through the dark hallways of the airship, scaring away whatever ghosts might have roamed the abandoned vessel. “WE WERE NOTHING ALIKE! YOU HAD A CHANCE AT COMING BACK HERE AT THE VERY START! AND WHOOP-DIE FUCKING DOO! LOOK AROUND YOU, THAT CHANCE CAME BY AND HERE WE ARE!”

    And as Aldous watched, unable to respond, Abraxis suddenly lowered his voice, barely able to catch his breath. “Ten years. It took you ten years to find something that was on your world in the first place. Mine isn’t, Aldous. It’s…..far away. Very far away. And what is it going to take? A hundred years? A thousand?” Abraxis’ breaking voice, while his bell was expressionless, betrayed the sorrow and wanting that the bicycle was feeling deep inside. Having followed Aldous throughout his tour was also bringing back pangs of desire that he had suppressed so utterly before. He had not wanted to face them for so long, but now they come rushing out at full-force. He had no hope of stopping them and so he allowed himself to drown in them. “I may look like an inanimate object. I may have platinum-steel forged under the holy beating of a century’s solar flare. I may have rubber solidified from the largest rubber trees in your world. I may be a cat’s soul attached to the finest frame guided by the hands of the most masterful smiths. But that does not make me immortal, Aldous. I don’t think I can afford to wait that long.”

    Aldous continued to remain silent, looking down and away, trying to keep the bicycle out of his sight.

    “Scrawl your books. Record down everything that you want. Collect all the scrolls that you desire. Chase your own goals…. You don’t need to bother about mine. I can handle them myself. I won’t be there to see your face when you achieve the magnificent success that you deserve.”

    “Such a pity too, I always wondered how you’ll look when you smile.” And then there was turning of wheels and a second later, silence.

    “Abraxis,” Aldous hurriedly raised his voice and his head, his wits gathering, crying at him to stop the bicycle. But the bicycle, no, the Exceed known as Abraxis was gone from his sight, having no doubt travelled out into the falling night. Aldous’ brain cried at his body to chase Abraxis down and to convince him to stay, but his heart told his body that it would have been no use anyway.

    “Goodbye. Old friend.”

    Year Continued:

    And so the hidden hermit and his Exceed bicycle parted ways. Aldous spent the next year following Abraxis' instructions, focusing his efforts on both cleaning up the airship as best as he could while getting down into the books. From the texts from ages old and civilizations past, Aldous learned much about the world, about the other continents, the other magic types, such as Curses, about why things in the world happen the way they do today, many interesting perspectives about controversial issues and more importantly, more about his Dark Magic, Amaterasu Formula. Whatever he managed to find was not enough to allow him to fully replicate a new spell but clues and hints were scattered here and there about ancient locations bearing some of the ancient formulas that Aldous may one day go out to find. 

    And while he himself would never be able to perform such magic himself when he read through them, the various other kinds of magic were ravenously taken up by Purgatory, who was secretly watching from the side, hoping to improve his own strength inside Aldous’ mind. Perhaps one day, he might endeavour to use what he learnt to give himself better leverage against his captor in his inevitable rebellion. 

    Little did he know that when Aldous was aware that he was not watching, the man, maturing from books about deception and trickery, was also secretly reading scrolls about the true nature of Purgatory and details about the ritual through which that Hades managed to use Aldous to pull Purgatory from the horizon between Life and Death. The two sides were gearing up for that fight for control they both knew was coming in the near future. But while there were always new things to learn each day, there was also a single constant that Aldous never strayed away from. Everyday, once a day, he would find himself looking out the window, waiting, hoping that perhaps some miracle can occur.

    For a year, he was left disappointed.

    Abraxis, on the other hand, went on his own journeys, searching the landscapes of Earthland for both signs of Anima and someone who at least has some awareness of Edolas. He toiled and sweated, volunteered his body as a carrier vehicle for small alms, degraded himself by playing as a circus act and giving out entertainment rides to villager children for some change, for when he left Aldous, he had also left his only source of money behind. 

    He also had more than money problems. Some of the research authorities, hearing of a talking, self-moving bicycle, were curious about how a machine could move on its own for such a long time, though the answer was easily solvable by the fact that it was being powered by an Exceed’s soul. Even though it would have been a fruitless endeavour, the authorities sought out for Abraxis and thus he was forced to use his superior speed and dirtied his initially fine frame so that he could blend in with normal bicycles. 

    For an entire year, supported by whatever he could earn and his dignity hurt, Abraxis scoured the kingdoms, asked about taverns and, much to his own displeasure, entered many libraries in his own single-minded focus.

    For a year, he was left disappointed.

    What he did manage to do, however, was to learn a bit more about himself. Back in the old days alongside Aldous, all Abraxis did was to watch from the side and to provide the occasional get-away vehicle like the bicycle he was. Now, he is more than that. He is also an Exceed and hence when he was wheeling around the world in a near mindless fashion, Abraxis begun to hear something within him.

    It sounded like this. “Lub-dub lub-dub.”

    It was a heart. A heart in a bicycle’s body.

    Where he would go from there, how he would change even further, he did not know. That lack of knowledge made him afraid and so, as if it was almost a reflex, he did exactly whatever he does when he feels afraid.

    He went back.

    End of the Year:


    The morning had dawned clear and cold, its crispness hinting that summer was coming to an end. His eyes opened, ready to accept the rays of the awakening sun peeking through that little unreachable hole in the roof. He could almost feel the muscles in them pulling on his pupils, constricting them to reduce their exposure to light, a fact he had first learned from Kory Lango’s Biological Arts and confirmed by many other books after.

    “Has it already been a year?” Aldous muttered to himself as he swung his legs off the hammock, careful to keep himself steady, lest he would find himself in the unfortunate situation of being a pancake on the floor twenty meters below him. Looking on from the large improvised bed suspended on beams such that it was halfway between the ceiling and the floor, Aldous found before a sight that he had gotten the chance to get used to for a year. The guild library room was no longer the hurricane-like mess that it was a year ago. Now every shelf was back where it was supposed to be, with all of the books neatly lined across in alphabetical rows, the result of - Aldous was proudly reminded - three months of meticulous cataloguing and arrangement.
     
    ‘Seal Floater,’ Aldous thought to himself as he finally jumped off the hammock. He had long gotten rid of the ridiculous habit of calling out his spell names, in accordance with the instructions of Amaterasu Formula user Patrice Kowalski from 300 years ago. The gravity-pulling heaviness in his legs gave way to air-like buoyancy that quickly took hold over the rest of his body. A desk piled high with many books, one open in front of the sole chair, greeted Aldous as he gently descended to the ground.

    Truth to be told, Aldous no longer felt that overbearing pressure that using the Amaterasu Formula used to bring down onto him. Especially with the more mundane and simpler Formulas, using them was beginning to become akin to a simple gesture; a wave, an outstretched finger, a flexed arm was all he needed to activate the Formulas. While he did not and may never have the speed at which Master Hades drew his Formulas, Aldous was satisfied that he had improved beyond becoming a simple reservoir of knowledge and memorized information. 

    Granted, there was a great deal about the philosophy, history and mechanics behind the Amaterasu system that he still did not fully understand, but his efforts are getting him closer, as evidenced by the whiteboard at the side, its face overwhelmed by parchment that was recorded with the circulation of the magic in its history, the development of it and, most prominently on a world-map pasted in the centre, various locations that might hold clues into how to develop it further. An underwater wall, a magic particle nexus, a remote cave that led under a volcano….Now that he had looked at it, Aldous felt a little surprised that he already made such conclusive deductions.

    “Perhaps it’s time I leave the books behind for a while and seek those places out,” Aldous murmured half-heartedly under his breath as he sat back down at his reading table, his hands already ready to turn the page of the open book, Lawe’s A Just War. 

    The idea sounded so preposterous to him right now. He was aware that he was out of touch with the outside world, having secluded himself in the airship for the past year. But he was just so far from completion: in this year he had only managed to read through 20% of the library’s collection, not to mention what else he might find if he could actually summon up the courage to enter the rooms of the Seven Kin of Purgatory and take their collections. He had a good idea of what to expect from each of them: the excitable Zancrow with comics and readings about gods, the poetic Rustyrose with epic novels and eldritch fantasies, the emotionless Zoldeo with encyclopaedias and books about getting himself out of Caprico’s body…….

    Aldous could hear himself hold his breath. A soul stuck in a foreign body. It almost sounded like Abraxis. Aldous clasped his hands together as he bit onto one of his fingers, attempting to force his memories back into the lockers through pain. He failed. “It’s already been a year?” Aldous asked, to no one in particular.

    “It does not feel like a year at all.”

    And then, out of a stray thought that then bloomed into full blossom, Aldous realised why. A second later, he realised how he could stop it.

    “I need to get out,” Aldous stated, this time a bit more firmly. “I need to get out!” Aldous ordered his body to stand up from his seat, away from the books, out of the library, out of this hull that he had kept himself in for a year.

    And for the first time, Aldous breathed in fresh air. For the first time, he took in the beauty of the light dancing over the rippled beach waves, the morning wind conducting an orchestra of singing leaves. Pulling down his cloak before it was swept away by the gales, Aldous took a moment to take in the sight.

    “Hades….you really missed out. There is more to this world than just the One Magic. More than knowledge, power and immortality, all that. The same thing just happened to me,” Aldous mourned as he turned to the airship, taking a good long look once more. Its desecrated shell represented more than broken dreams; it showed the fate of those who dream too much, those who pursued their goals so single-mindedly that time past them in a blink, till they ran out before they could even open their eyes.

    Aldous continued, “All I had been doing in my life was to focus on a single goal, to make that my life goal, so that when my time comes, I would feel that I have led a worthwhile life. It was a valid approach, but one that will only succeed for a special few.” He closed his eyes, breathed in the salty beach air, and saw himself standing on a single endless road, leading towards a horizon that bore his goal. He felt himself being convinced that if he walked long enough, he could reach that horizon.

    But in the end, does he have the time to walk so long?

     “I don’t think I can afford to wait that long.”


    “Me too, Abraxis. Me too,” Aldous muttered to himself, half-sad, half-angry.

    “I will not give up on my goal easily; it is too precious to me. But maybe….just maybe….” Aldous gripped his chest when he saw himself stopping, turning and walking right off the endless road. What most struck him, however, was the smile on his face.

    “Such a pity too, I always wondered how you’ll look when you smile.”


    “Is it possible?” Aldous was unsure of that answer. “Can one who achieves nothing actually call himself as having led a worthwhile life?”

    “Who cares about worthiness? I just hope you actually have a life to lead.”

    “I never expected someone like you to appreciate spiritual concept-” Aldous halted himself, his mouth half-open, while his eyes widened at a bicycle standing on the beach with him. 

    "Yo."

    “W-Why?” Aldous stuttered a word out, his tongue having left him at the sighting of a miracle denied from him for a year.

    “To take care of your sorry ass, for one! My god, dude, look at you! Have you been locking yourself inside that barnacle-ass ship all this time?” Aldous felt his heart skip a beat at each word of Abraxis’ trademark tirade. In fact, he could barely stifle down a guffaw himself. It was true that he had been more preoccupied with reading rather than keeping himself presentable, so before he knew it, Aldous’ messy hair had grown over his shoulders and a stubble had formed around his chin. Rings of exhaustion circled around his eyes, the products of a year of late-night reading. The cloak that he previously had had been torn apart by a stray nail when he had been cleaning the library. By now, he had replaced it with a black hooded jacket one-size-too-big, reaching down towards his knees.

    “You don’t look so good yourself,” Aldous pointed out, indicating with an accusing finger the dents in Abraxis’ frame, his half-flat rear tire, his bent handle-bars, his half-rusted hinges and fraying strips of wicker from the basket attached to his front. “How did you manage to keep yourself going like that?”

    “Duct-tape, spit and a whole lot of martial mastery. Surely you did not forget that I am a kung-fu master with 100 black belts!?”

    “It is impossible to get 100 black belts. No one has them.”

    “I’ll be the first,” Abraxis snorted, confident as Aldous remembered him.

    I’ll look forward to the day you get them. Perhaps then I might challenge the dojo that you will no doubt set up.”

    “With one million students, no less! You won’t be able to use magic, of course!”

    “Oh, I’m shaking in my unwashed diapers,” Aldous shivered mockingly, “Come on, I know just the place where we could get you and me a badly needed clean-up: Magnolia. They have some of the best barbers and bicycle fixers in town. Cheapest there is as well.”

    “Oh, you cheeky spend-thrift!” Abraxis cried angrily, though much to Aldous’ amusement he could tell the leap of joy inside that bicycle's chafing tone, “You have not changed at all! You should be lavishing this fine body with the highest quality that money can buy!” Aldous could barely hold back his sneering at his mental image of ‘lavishing’ Abraxis. 

    He could also secretly tell that Abraxis was different in his own way. It was probably this difference that had prompted the Exceed to come back, but Aldous decided that it was up to Abraxis’ own will to tell him what it is, as the two begun to walk away from the airship wreck, with the trail of a man’s footprints and a bicycle’s wheel-prints left behind, side by side.

    “Hey. Umm…Are you sure you want to leave?” Abraxis popped the question out suddenly, his frame nudging towards the direction behind them. “It is your home, after all.”

    Realising that he was also about to leave the airship after one year of staying in it, Aldous turned towards the wreck that had housed for ten years of his childhood and a year of his adulthood. For a moment, seeing it so far-away now, with its towering bulk now the size of an apple from his perspective, tugged at Aldous’ heartstrings, sending a sense of longing reverberating through his soul. 

    However, the waves crashing against the sand drowned it out, reminding him what is waiting out there.

    “I know. But I’ve been walking on my own for ten years now. I think I can manage another ten,” Aldous assured Abraxis with a confident nod, his head turning back towards the way that he has to go now: forward. And as his booted feet begun the first strides of a new journey, Aldous silently thought his farewells to the airship.

    “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”


    “I’m just going to go out for a walk now. In which direction, I don’t know yet.”


    “But you will always be my home. So just wait for me, alright?”

    End of Timeskip


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