05-27-2016, 07:22 PM
A thick cloud of destruction hung low in the air. Gildarts was passing in and out of consciousness, in his dream, he spat out a few teeth, and his eyes wobbled around the scene of death and destruction. It was the aftermath of a dragon’s rage, which, resembled a bit of what Gildarts’ own magic could offer, but with all the more terror. He was hanging there, both in and out of his body, for this was a dream, or a nightmare, with a message Gildarts was not willing to hear.
The Prime struggled to remain sane, while the screams of the dead drove past his ears. He could only imagine the complete horror on their faces, before they were burned with flame. Humans. Dead. An entire village of them. That was the outcome of his loss. Gildarts felt sick to his stomach, meanwhile, the screaming wouldn’t cease.
“Won’t somebody help us?”
“Help me please! My baby!”
“No...” a woman sobbed as she sifted through the rubble, only to find the remains of her two children.
This was, of course, all if the second wave of Primes could not stop the dragon’s destruction. However, Gildarts knew not of this extra set of defenses, and merely could only feel the weight of the guilt in his heart, for the destruction he could not save these people from. He willed his body to move, to stand, to fight, but neither was an option.
Gildarts dared to look down, to see if he had lost any more limbs, as he had once before during his first battle with a dragon who was impossible to defeat. The most horrific thing Gildarts looked down to, was his body was standing, erect, and able. Perhaps more able than he had been in many years. Yet, he would not go to help the village. Just why wasn’t his body moving?
The screams and pleas of the helpless drove on, Gildarts felt his mind stagger, while his strong body remained standing tall. As though his will had left him, the wizard sighed and felt more helpless in his own dream-body than he had ever before, since his magic usually conquered all.
This feeling was interrupted by a thought, no, a memory.
Gildarts was ten years old.
He had discovered he was a wizard just two years prior, during a horrible accident, which resulted in one of his friends dead. They had been playing the most innocent of games, hide and go seek. Gildarts had chosen a great spot, which offered a good set of cover from the seeker. Nothing seemed any different about the little boy, who loved to play with his friends, however, on that fateful day, Gildarts would never again, view himself as normal. Nor could he act that way.
Gildarts was the last to be found of his friends, and when a boy known as Marcus popped his head over the wall, Gildarts jumped in his skin, laughed and said, “You found me! Took you long enough!” Gildarts knew, and had hoped his friend would. Hide and seek was a bit of a lonely game when you were waiting.
Then he heard the horses feet, stomping and rolling in with an air of darkness cast. Gildarts frowned at this, and asked Marcus, “Who’re those guys?”
“They’re bad guys my dad was telling me about, they’ll do anything, even murder for money. We better run, or hide. We could stay here. In your spot, it took me a while to find you, and I know this town. These guys’ll never sniff us out.”
“What about everyone else?”
“Some of them got called in for dinner from their moms, after I found them.”
Gildarts nodded, “Kay, we can hide here.”
However, these people, these invaders, knew magic of their own. Quickly they found the boys, and before Gildarts knew it, Marcus was being dangled above his head. “You better stop!” The marauder was shaking the kid, nearly to death. Marcus was crying, screaming, between the breathes he was able to take.
“What’s a kid like you gonna do? Or maybe you’d just prefer if I drop him?” there were two other men on horses now, daunting over the red-headed boy who had gotten to his feet, defensively, as they had swiped Marcus away from his side. Now they were holding Marcus over a canal, which was at least twenty feet down. No boy, let alone man, would survive the jagged ending.
“Don’t you dare!” Gildarts growled, putting up his fists like he had seen the fighters do. Gildarts had chosen this hiding spot, it was his fault....
When they dropped him.
“NO!” Gildarts shouted helplessly. And everything exploded around him.
The ground below him, disintegrated down the shaft that Marcus was still screaming from below. Now the horses, and the group of “bad guys” who had dropped Marcus down the ravine. Now they were facing the same fate. Alongside boy-Gildarts, who was panicking on his way down.
It had all happened in five seconds. Marcus. An explosion. Now everyone was tumbling to their deaths. Water down below was growing closer, though it was a shallow river, encased in jagged rock. Gildarts felt the power well up inside him again, and extended his hands fearfully, his body, hoping by instinct, to catch him, as though it were out of a tree.
The ground, spiked with rock and boulder, as he tumbled forth with enough momentum to break bone, suddenly disappeared with the wave of his hand, which grew with light. The air slowed around him, the rocks each broke apart, and his tumbling slowed to a near stop before he fell into the hole in the ground he had created.
Stunned, Gildarts heard ringing in his ears, before he felt the water from the river fill his newly created lake. His body was immediately submerged, and he swam to safety, the higher, remaining banks of the river. He caught his breath, his clothes drenched in chilled water, and he looked over his shoulder, to the bloodied corpse of his friend, who he could not save.
-
Flashing forward two years, his mentor stood over him. “You must apply yourself Gildarts, or else this kind of thing will happen daily.”
Gildarts felt his cheeks heat with the scold, “You don’t know what it’s like! My magic isn’t easy to control... And the way they look at me... Like I’m some sort of monster... I’m only ten years old, and I can’t help it if I have this magic. I didn’t even get to choose!”
“Gildarts, sometimes fate has a different plan for us, than even we can see from here. You are young, and you can learn to wield your magic, or at least stop it from ravaging those around you, and your own body.” Crash magic was dangerous even for its user, as his master had instructed many times before.
“I only want to do good, I don’t want them to see me as a bad guy.”
“It doesn’t matter your intention, you’ve hurt innocent people. They were doing nothing, going about their day, and their roofs caved in on them. Because you lost your focus.” The teacher said to his apprentice, who felt anger well up inside him.
“No.” Gildarts spoke after a pause, “It does matter my intention. I don’t care if you say Crash is a magic that can never be learned or tamed. I’ll prove you wrong. I’ll prove everyone wrong. And you can’t stop me.”
-
Gildarts had run away from home, since that occurrence and for a while, he starved. He was too afraid of his own power to wander into town where food would be more or less assured. He scavenged, for as long as he could, and began to learn his craft only slightly, however, it would not be tame inside him. One day, he met a man, who changed Gildarts’ life forever, and gave him a purpose, and a renewed sense of family. He had lost his own, many years ago. Now, though, he had gained a guild he would be loyal to for the rest of his life. Fairytail.
And the man that had found Gildarts by ‘coincidence’ during a walk in the forest. And when Gildarts was not tall enough to reach the lowest bough of a tree, the man, a master of Fairytail’s guild, grew before the boy’s eyes, and showed him that magic could be peaceful and helpful, all the same.
Now, Gildarts was torn away from this memory, of meeting Master, by the screams once more. He could not tell if they were of the village in the Ashen Steppes, or of those many he had killed or injured due to his magic which he could not control.
Make. It. Stop. Gildarts nearly begged to whatever God was listening.
A feminine chuckle filled his ears, and the screams stopped immediately, “Oh, you silly, silly wizard. I don’t want to.”
Gild’s jaw dropped. It was her.
The Malefactor.
Inside his mind, she was there to stay.
The Prime struggled to remain sane, while the screams of the dead drove past his ears. He could only imagine the complete horror on their faces, before they were burned with flame. Humans. Dead. An entire village of them. That was the outcome of his loss. Gildarts felt sick to his stomach, meanwhile, the screaming wouldn’t cease.
“Won’t somebody help us?”
“Help me please! My baby!”
“No...” a woman sobbed as she sifted through the rubble, only to find the remains of her two children.
This was, of course, all if the second wave of Primes could not stop the dragon’s destruction. However, Gildarts knew not of this extra set of defenses, and merely could only feel the weight of the guilt in his heart, for the destruction he could not save these people from. He willed his body to move, to stand, to fight, but neither was an option.
Gildarts dared to look down, to see if he had lost any more limbs, as he had once before during his first battle with a dragon who was impossible to defeat. The most horrific thing Gildarts looked down to, was his body was standing, erect, and able. Perhaps more able than he had been in many years. Yet, he would not go to help the village. Just why wasn’t his body moving?
The screams and pleas of the helpless drove on, Gildarts felt his mind stagger, while his strong body remained standing tall. As though his will had left him, the wizard sighed and felt more helpless in his own dream-body than he had ever before, since his magic usually conquered all.
This feeling was interrupted by a thought, no, a memory.
Gildarts was ten years old.
He had discovered he was a wizard just two years prior, during a horrible accident, which resulted in one of his friends dead. They had been playing the most innocent of games, hide and go seek. Gildarts had chosen a great spot, which offered a good set of cover from the seeker. Nothing seemed any different about the little boy, who loved to play with his friends, however, on that fateful day, Gildarts would never again, view himself as normal. Nor could he act that way.
Gildarts was the last to be found of his friends, and when a boy known as Marcus popped his head over the wall, Gildarts jumped in his skin, laughed and said, “You found me! Took you long enough!” Gildarts knew, and had hoped his friend would. Hide and seek was a bit of a lonely game when you were waiting.
Then he heard the horses feet, stomping and rolling in with an air of darkness cast. Gildarts frowned at this, and asked Marcus, “Who’re those guys?”
“They’re bad guys my dad was telling me about, they’ll do anything, even murder for money. We better run, or hide. We could stay here. In your spot, it took me a while to find you, and I know this town. These guys’ll never sniff us out.”
“What about everyone else?”
“Some of them got called in for dinner from their moms, after I found them.”
Gildarts nodded, “Kay, we can hide here.”
However, these people, these invaders, knew magic of their own. Quickly they found the boys, and before Gildarts knew it, Marcus was being dangled above his head. “You better stop!” The marauder was shaking the kid, nearly to death. Marcus was crying, screaming, between the breathes he was able to take.
“What’s a kid like you gonna do? Or maybe you’d just prefer if I drop him?” there were two other men on horses now, daunting over the red-headed boy who had gotten to his feet, defensively, as they had swiped Marcus away from his side. Now they were holding Marcus over a canal, which was at least twenty feet down. No boy, let alone man, would survive the jagged ending.
“Don’t you dare!” Gildarts growled, putting up his fists like he had seen the fighters do. Gildarts had chosen this hiding spot, it was his fault....
When they dropped him.
“NO!” Gildarts shouted helplessly. And everything exploded around him.
The ground below him, disintegrated down the shaft that Marcus was still screaming from below. Now the horses, and the group of “bad guys” who had dropped Marcus down the ravine. Now they were facing the same fate. Alongside boy-Gildarts, who was panicking on his way down.
It had all happened in five seconds. Marcus. An explosion. Now everyone was tumbling to their deaths. Water down below was growing closer, though it was a shallow river, encased in jagged rock. Gildarts felt the power well up inside him again, and extended his hands fearfully, his body, hoping by instinct, to catch him, as though it were out of a tree.
The ground, spiked with rock and boulder, as he tumbled forth with enough momentum to break bone, suddenly disappeared with the wave of his hand, which grew with light. The air slowed around him, the rocks each broke apart, and his tumbling slowed to a near stop before he fell into the hole in the ground he had created.
Stunned, Gildarts heard ringing in his ears, before he felt the water from the river fill his newly created lake. His body was immediately submerged, and he swam to safety, the higher, remaining banks of the river. He caught his breath, his clothes drenched in chilled water, and he looked over his shoulder, to the bloodied corpse of his friend, who he could not save.
-
Flashing forward two years, his mentor stood over him. “You must apply yourself Gildarts, or else this kind of thing will happen daily.”
Gildarts felt his cheeks heat with the scold, “You don’t know what it’s like! My magic isn’t easy to control... And the way they look at me... Like I’m some sort of monster... I’m only ten years old, and I can’t help it if I have this magic. I didn’t even get to choose!”
“Gildarts, sometimes fate has a different plan for us, than even we can see from here. You are young, and you can learn to wield your magic, or at least stop it from ravaging those around you, and your own body.” Crash magic was dangerous even for its user, as his master had instructed many times before.
“I only want to do good, I don’t want them to see me as a bad guy.”
“It doesn’t matter your intention, you’ve hurt innocent people. They were doing nothing, going about their day, and their roofs caved in on them. Because you lost your focus.” The teacher said to his apprentice, who felt anger well up inside him.
“No.” Gildarts spoke after a pause, “It does matter my intention. I don’t care if you say Crash is a magic that can never be learned or tamed. I’ll prove you wrong. I’ll prove everyone wrong. And you can’t stop me.”
-
Gildarts had run away from home, since that occurrence and for a while, he starved. He was too afraid of his own power to wander into town where food would be more or less assured. He scavenged, for as long as he could, and began to learn his craft only slightly, however, it would not be tame inside him. One day, he met a man, who changed Gildarts’ life forever, and gave him a purpose, and a renewed sense of family. He had lost his own, many years ago. Now, though, he had gained a guild he would be loyal to for the rest of his life. Fairytail.
And the man that had found Gildarts by ‘coincidence’ during a walk in the forest. And when Gildarts was not tall enough to reach the lowest bough of a tree, the man, a master of Fairytail’s guild, grew before the boy’s eyes, and showed him that magic could be peaceful and helpful, all the same.
Now, Gildarts was torn away from this memory, of meeting Master, by the screams once more. He could not tell if they were of the village in the Ashen Steppes, or of those many he had killed or injured due to his magic which he could not control.
Make. It. Stop. Gildarts nearly begged to whatever God was listening.
A feminine chuckle filled his ears, and the screams stopped immediately, “Oh, you silly, silly wizard. I don’t want to.”
Gild’s jaw dropped. It was her.
The Malefactor.
Inside his mind, she was there to stay.
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