07-28-2015, 09:24 PM
If the Fairy Tail wizard thought his nightmare was over, he was undeniably mistaken.
And while the stains of blood had been washed away by the mighty howl of a vaguely familiar beast, Gildarts continued to cough up the blood that was not his. The same that he had nearly drowned in. The taste of iron was hot on his tongue. Another wheeze, his lungs desperate to grasp air. The biting sting had left crumbs of crimson in the corners of his eyes.
The man sucked in a hollow breath and rose to the great quaking that had started to shake the ground. For a moment, there was nothing. His body dipped as his shoulders straightened and he had nearly caught his breath. Nearly.
And as suddenly as it began, any perception of time was lost as his eyes fell upon the only ghost of his past. Gildarts, of Fairytail. S-Class wizard and great warrior, known to all the magic folk of Earthland as the wielder of crash, had been defeated. And now, he gazed upon the monster that should’ve killed him.
Goosebumps slowly crept into his spine, prickling with the fiery sensation of ice, tingling with forlorn hope and his own repressed fear. The quaking did not stop, yet, his eyes seemed to flatten the dimension of dreamscape in which he stood. An anger so immense, the fabric of his nightmare almost shattered with the broken reality. His stare. Stone-cold, and deadly, fell upon the great dragon, Acnologia.
Not again, He had vowed. Never again. And yet here it was, in the flesh, enormous with a with a power so tangible Gildarts couldn’t help but to notice the wavering of his own knees. If that wasn’t proof of the creature’s existence, there was no truth in this world. For Gildarts - who faced the reality of his death every single day - was always, always brave.
It was unspeakable... Unthinkable... It was true.
“You’re here.” His eyes told the beast, a creature so full of fury, and yet there was but a single auburn-haired man raising in retaliation to the might of the unholy creature. “I’m no insect, Dragon of Death. And you’re no man.”
The words meant more to Gildarts, who was still undeniably dreaming, as he challenged the beast. “I won’t let you kill them.” The thrashing of pale fire soon commenced and winning this duel was his only option. If he could slay the beast here, then perhaps in some way his guild could be saved and he would not let the chance slither from his grasp again.
Gildarts had left Fairytail on Tenrou Island, holding the hands of his loved ones while the great beast’s maw opened revealing a throat full of fire and erupting the flame of hellfire upon them. In his arrival, he had been delivered from that death, Erza too, was alive. Somehow, through it all, he had been transported here to this world. If he could kill this monster, then perhaps they would survive. And perhaps, just perhaps..
All of them could live again.
And while the stains of blood had been washed away by the mighty howl of a vaguely familiar beast, Gildarts continued to cough up the blood that was not his. The same that he had nearly drowned in. The taste of iron was hot on his tongue. Another wheeze, his lungs desperate to grasp air. The biting sting had left crumbs of crimson in the corners of his eyes.
The man sucked in a hollow breath and rose to the great quaking that had started to shake the ground. For a moment, there was nothing. His body dipped as his shoulders straightened and he had nearly caught his breath. Nearly.
And as suddenly as it began, any perception of time was lost as his eyes fell upon the only ghost of his past. Gildarts, of Fairytail. S-Class wizard and great warrior, known to all the magic folk of Earthland as the wielder of crash, had been defeated. And now, he gazed upon the monster that should’ve killed him.
Goosebumps slowly crept into his spine, prickling with the fiery sensation of ice, tingling with forlorn hope and his own repressed fear. The quaking did not stop, yet, his eyes seemed to flatten the dimension of dreamscape in which he stood. An anger so immense, the fabric of his nightmare almost shattered with the broken reality. His stare. Stone-cold, and deadly, fell upon the great dragon, Acnologia.
Not again, He had vowed. Never again. And yet here it was, in the flesh, enormous with a with a power so tangible Gildarts couldn’t help but to notice the wavering of his own knees. If that wasn’t proof of the creature’s existence, there was no truth in this world. For Gildarts - who faced the reality of his death every single day - was always, always brave.
It was unspeakable... Unthinkable... It was true.
“You’re here.” His eyes told the beast, a creature so full of fury, and yet there was but a single auburn-haired man raising in retaliation to the might of the unholy creature. “I’m no insect, Dragon of Death. And you’re no man.”
The words meant more to Gildarts, who was still undeniably dreaming, as he challenged the beast. “I won’t let you kill them.” The thrashing of pale fire soon commenced and winning this duel was his only option. If he could slay the beast here, then perhaps in some way his guild could be saved and he would not let the chance slither from his grasp again.
Gildarts had left Fairytail on Tenrou Island, holding the hands of his loved ones while the great beast’s maw opened revealing a throat full of fire and erupting the flame of hellfire upon them. In his arrival, he had been delivered from that death, Erza too, was alive. Somehow, through it all, he had been transported here to this world. If he could kill this monster, then perhaps they would survive. And perhaps, just perhaps..
All of them could live again.
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus