In The Times Of Fairy Tails

"This is so tedious." Mikasa complained as she lied down on her bed. Porlyusica was sitting on a chair, and Theodosia was drawing. "I'm going senile." She muttered to herself. Her voice was it's usually cold tone.

"It's your own fault."

"Master, don't say that to her!" Theodosia shouted.

"No, your Master's right." She said begrudgingly. She turned to her side to face out the window.

"I could tell you a story if you want."

Mikasa rolled her eyes, but didn't let the little girl see that. "Sure, if you want."

"It's a story about a little girl. It's a Christmas story. It was a horrible cold night, and in the darkness of the streets and the heaviness of snow was a poor little girl, with a bare head and naked feet. She roamed through the streets. The little girl had been running through the streets, and they were blue with cold. She worn an old apron she could carry matches, and held a bundle of them in her hands. She was selling them to keep her family fed, and she couldn't return to her mother without selling at least one, but no one would give her a penny. She tried to sing in order to get the attention of passer bys. Her voice was so beautiful, but not enough for people to give her any of their money. She was shivering with cold, hunger, and the sense of failure. Lights were shining from all windows, and there was a wonderful smell of turkey and peppermint in the air. It was Christmas Eve." Theodosia continued dramatically. "She sat between two houses at the very last corner of the street. She huddled herself, and she thought about the beating she would surely get if she hadn't come with any money. She lit one of the matches in her to keep her little hands warm. When she struck the first match, she saw before her an iron stove, the fire burned so brightly! She rubbed another match, and she could see into one of the houses. She could see into the dinner table, and could feel the warm food in her mouth. She sung songs of praises to the Gods. She found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas tree, decorated better then any rich person's tree that she had seen. As the tree got higher and higher, it took her with it. It rose her into the stars, and she saw a star fall, and it left behind it a bright streak of fire. The girl thought someone must be dying. Her old grandmother, her taught her how to sing told her that when a star fell, a soul went up to god. She continued to sing happily, rubbing the matches against the wall. Suddenly, she saw her old grandmother, clear and shining. The girl cried out to her, singing to her 'Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale, cold smell of morning, the streetlamp dies in the cold air. Grandmother, another day is over, another day is dawning'. The girl lit a handful of matches to keep her grandmother there, and the matches glowed with a light brighter then any star in the sky. Maybe it was an angel, but she hugged her grandmother dearly. Suddenly, her grandmother seemed to change, into a being she had never seen before. They both flew upwards into the brightness and joy above the earth, where there was no pain or suffering. But in the dawn of the morning, there lay the poor little child, with pale cheeks and a smiling mouth. She had been leaning against the wall and froze to death. There was a faint singing in the air."

Mikasa seemed to have tears in her eyes, but she turned away to try and hide them. "This is very sad."

"No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on Christmas Eve, for you see, the Grandmother had not really been her Grandmother, but the Celestial Spirit King, who every day listened to the voice of the girl at the humble request of the girls grandmother. He carried her up into the Heavens, and made her into a spirit that sings. Her name is Lyra, and though she doesn't remember her horrible past, she still sings as beautifully, and will comfort other children on dark winter nights such as this."

"So she's still alive?" Mikasa questioned hopefully, seemingly invested into the tragedy. Theodosia nodded. Theodosia then held up a picture smiling happily.

"See, she has angel wings! It's because she passed on, but she's part of the Celestial Spirits now."




Mikasa wiped her tears away. "That was a very emotional story. I'm sure it would make anyone cry." She said, as if to defend herself. The little girl laughed.

 

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Prettyboy claimed to be called "Ra", then asked Malkira what kind of magic he wanted "I'm honestly not entirely sure... maybe something to do with weapons, or fighting" Malkira swiped at the air with his hands "I've always been more of a physical combatant, I used to have a massive greatsword, Unbridled it was called. I assume it got passed down when i died. Unfortunately I did not place highly in the tournament, never underestimate girls with keys, so I may not have much choice" Malkira chuckled and it came out as a stony rumble "What exactly does Arc of Embodiment entail?"

 

"It's this Magic that controls the nature. This world has a lot of magical energy, so much so it seems that trees and the like all have spirits of a sort. This magic is helping me connecting with all the creatures." She explained. "Of course we'll be here for the selection, we're eager to see what you'll choose, as well as the people who got first. We also want to see how Evanora runs her Guild. My Uncle told me so much about her, but I hardly have seen her in action."

She blushed slightly before regaining her composer. "So, what Magics are you thinking of selecting? I can't help but be curious. You already fight with such rigor."



Fae let herself melt as Ezekiel pulled her towards him. She kissed him back, putting her arms around his neck. "Really, now?" She questioned. She was going to point out how they were in his wife's castle, but she ignored the thought. She snuffed out the light, as she never like Fiyero see her fully when they were together....

* Later *

Fae was sound asleep, her arms wrapped around Ezekiel, the blankets covering her lack of clothes.

"I've had it with me for as long as I can remember. I suppose you're right. They must be wealthy, its encrusted in jewels..." Her voice trailed off. "Or maybe they used their last sum of money to get this for me before they died. I'll never know by guessing." She then turned to Dale. She blushed at his comment of being her boyfriend. It was so innocent. "I'd be glad for your help, Dale. Thank you." She squeezed his hand.​

 

"Alright, we'll have to do some research. I don't know too much about this kind of thing so, I'll have to just take some guesses about where to start." Dale said. He was glad that she wanted his help with it. He felt better than he had in so long. He felt proud of himself, and hopelessly smitten with her. He knew that right now, whatever she asked, he would do. "We're going to find out, alright? We're going to find out who they are, what happened and where they are. I'll do everything I can." As soon as the words left his mouth, he looked embarrassed. The outburst was way too enthusiastic and peppy for him normally. I can't believe I'm coming to pieces and being all giddy now just because of her. Is it that bad?




"That magic sounds pretty powerful. I'm definitely not good enough for that. I'm a fighter, not a wizard really. Still, I'm glad they accept me here. This beats the other kinds of fighting groups there are out there. Magical people seem way more chill." Alessia was glad to then hear tha Clara was going to be staying. It was nice to have some familiar, friendly faces around. "What does your Uncle say about Evanora? Is it anything scary? She can be at times. You don't want to make her mad." She was actually quite curious to see what Clara would say here. Perhaps this Uncle knew something about her. She didn't really know Evanora, so it would be nice to learn a little about her. She was so distant from the other guild members, except the S-Class. It was hard not to look up to her. She had an air of absolute power and confidence.
"I don't know what I'm going to choose really. I did so badly that the Requip magic that I want will probably be gone by the time I get there." Alessia pouted. Of course Zephyr had to knock me out. Why couldn't I have been put with Ander or something, then it would have been fine! ​

 

Ra thought over the more physical oriented magic that he knew of. "Well, perhaps a dragon slayer. Requip may also suit your needs...Perhaps even Titan." He was no expert in any of these magics, but he was aware of the general concept behind them. They seemed to suit the description he gave. When he was asked what Arc of Embodiment entailed, Ra paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to describe it. "Arc of Embodiment gives physical form to the imagination of the caster. It can create an infinite variety of effects, objects, or even people. It ranges from small objects to legendary artifacts in what it can create. Although, it goes without saying that achieving more extreme effects with the magic requires more magical power on the part of the caster, so it's not as though the magic is without limit. If you were to recreate the Hand of Midas or one of the Zodiac Keys for instance, it would take such an overwhelmingly large amount of magic, most people wouldn't be able to do it. Perhaps if it were used by the wizards saints, they'd be able to achieve it, but not your average wizard."
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"Titan would work well for you, Malkira. You're already a huge rock." Calxiyn commented. She listened to Ra's explanation of Arc of Embodiment. "Recreating the Hand of Midas may be hard. Luckily we have it already." Calxiyn laughed cheerfully. "Ra, you're going to be so powerful! I'm so jealous. Remind me not to fight with you one on one, I don't think the odds would be in my favour." She giggled again. "Hey, I wonder if you could make a Keyblade with that." She had her Keyblade appear in her hand. "It would only be a shame, though. There are different types of Keyblades. This one is Kingdom Key D, or Dark Side. This is a counter part to what my people believed was the Dark Realm. Somewhere out there there's the Kingdom Key, which is the Light Realm counterpart. There's also man-made ones. They're still special in their own right, but they aren't counterparts of the Realms and so they can't be used for the Realms of Light or Darkness. The man-made ones are passed down, so they're still magical. There's also another type of Keyblade, the Keyblades of the Hearts. It's all hard to explain."

"If you made one with the Arc, I think it would be a replica, but I don't really know. I'm sorry, I went on a ramble didn't I?"

 

Ezekiel looked over to the woman next to him. That had been..an experience. Despite her unorthodox skin tone, she was pretty. He placed his hand on her arm and slowly lifted it up, trying not to wake her. Carefully, he climbed out of bed. After checking once again to make sure she was asleep, he put his clothes back on. "I'll repay you, somehow." He whispered. With that, he exited the room, and then the castle altogether.

Making his way to the mountains, he saw an encampment in the distance. There were at least a few hundred soldiers in it, maybe a thousand. These were likely the ones that kidnapped the children. Making his way down the mountain into the encampment, he received an odd glance as a few soldiers came to intercept him. The approached him, swords drawn, and demanded his name and purpose. The wizard simply kept walking. Two bolts of arcane magic ensured he wasn't followed as they lay on the ground with holes in their chest. As he reached the center of the encampment, he fired an enormous bolt of energy spiraling into the sky, creating an earthshaking boom. "I'm looking for Commander Cherrystone." ​

 

The commander was wide eyed. He had never seen magic before in his life, and he knelt when he saw the energy spiraling. "Sweet Ozma!" He exclaimed. "I-I am the Commander. Merciful Oz!" He cried along with the other men. He then promptly vomited at the sight he was seeing now. His mind couldn't comprehend it.

 

Ra chuckled as Calxiyn exclaimed how powerful he would be. "Perhaps. With the way I have in mind to use it, my power may indeed increase considerably." He listened to her explanation of keyblades intently. He'd always been curious about her weapon. "I see. Fascinating. Perhaps I should try making a replica if i get the Arc. Perhaps I'll give them to my soldiers." He mused.


Ezekiel mentally sighed. Was it really so easy for him to be mistaken for someone in this world? First it had been Fiyero, and now Oz? In any case, the man seemed to be utterly terrified to the point of vomiting on the ground at the mere sight of him. This could work to his advantage. Ezekiel began to laugh. "Merciful? I don't know what you've heard, but that's not quite the case." He approached Cherrystone, taking an intimidating posture. "Not to far off, there's a castle nearby. In it were some children. I've been given word that you took them. If that's true, where are they? Believe me, if you give me an answer i don't like, then you'll suffer a fate that makes theirs look like a stroll in the sunshine." ​

 

"They-they're dead my lord. Like the Great Wizard of Oz wanted." Commander Cherrystone replied. "You-You must be pleased, correct? We were instructed because of a rebel, attempting to overthrow the Great and Powerful Wizard. The Wicked Witch of the West." Commander Cherrystone asked Ezekiel fearfully. He bowed down.

 

Damn. He was too late to save them. He sighed. If nothing else, he'd make him pay for it. "Oz may have wanted that, but I'm no Oz. Though, the part about you suffering a fate worse than theirs was true." Ezekiel reached out his arm and grabbed the commander's throat. Arcane magic began flowing into the commander. If one had a small enough magical container, then Ezekiel could flood it, causing it to overload. Blue streaks began to run across his body. His skin began to burst into an azure flame and melted off his body. It seemed this man had no tolerance for magic energy, making it incredibly deadly. He dropped the charred body, and turned to the cowering soldiers. A crackle of Arcane Magic ran along his body as he built it up. With a wave of his hand, a barrage of magic annihilated them. From then on, he continued his path of carnage onto them. ​

 

After Lucia had beaten Calxiyn in one fell swoop, she was proclaimed the winner of the tournament...wait...winner? That couldn't be right. Lucia hadn't really paid attention to the fact that she was constantly winning, or that this was even the finals. She didn't think of herself as particularly strong. Nor did she think she was good enough to win. But...here she was, the winner of the whole thing. Huh. After a look of confusion had passed over her face, she listened to Evanora's brief speech and jumped in the air with joy saying, "I won!" Being completely ecstatic at the whole thing, she started to follow Evanora as she needed to go and do the whole magic ceremony thing. As she did, good old Beucette came to congratulate her...and subsequently annoy her. A vein of annoyance started to cross Lucia's forehead as the girl continued to yammer on and on and on. She was getting ready to give her a suplex to shut her up, but then someone else came. As Thomas came to congratulate her, she said, "thanks Thomas!" She blushed at his comment about her, while giving a V with her fingers, for proof of her victory. It was then that something completely unexpected happened to her.

As Thomas leaned in, his lips connected with hers and one kind of feeling washed over her. Confusion. Lucia had zero idea how to react to this, never actually having been put in this sort of situation before, and thought that the whole act came out of left field. Her face flushed, turning bright red, and she kind of just stayed stationary after Thomas had finished. "Wh-wh-wh" she started to stammer as that was basically all she could do, her body pretty much frozen. In a complete moment of clarity, her mind trying to avoid the situation. "I got to- uh, got to go do something with Evanora really quick...I'll uh see you really soon Thomas." She put on a rather frantic smile, as she gave a quick wave and darted away from him to go the ceremony, thinking she'd sort this out later.

 

It was the moment everyone had been waiting for. Evanora called everyone back into the arena now. The dome was on it, and it reflected the darkness of the night sky. Mikasa was with Theodosia and Porlyusica in the shadows. Mikasa having her hood on in order to be hidden. Everyone who had came to the tournament were watching again, waiting to see what would happen. The arena seemed to almost be covered in stars, as if it were in space, there were beams and starlights everywhere, making it seem like the ones in the arena were in space. Lucia was first, and so she stood in the middle. Surrounding here, were all the S-Classes, as well as some Wizards the Guild haven't seen before. Each one put a Magic on the golden podiums in front of them. Cassandra put a Sword, A Helmet, and then a Crystal Ball to represent her Magics. Johanna put a Bird Feather, A Flower, and what looked to be a Fairy onto her own. This continued with each S-Class and Wizard, until the room was full of Magics to choose from.

"I am ever so honoured and pleased to see all of our New Guild Mates, join us here in the bequeathing ceremony, to recognize the people in our Guild as our brothers, sisters, and siblings. Every year I try and give an amazing speech, but this year I find myself at a loss for words when I look into the eyes of the prodigies, and see bravery, kindness, stubbornness, hope, recklessness, and love. You are the ones who will walk the path, the path of a never-ending adventure. I have never been impressed with a generation so much so before. This group has put their time, focus, and energy into helping others and protecting the people they have met throughout their travels. This guild is about friendship, and the bond we share together as a family, and we must embrace our family ever so firmly. And as a family we share this special moment with you, where the light of the world and of our first master will look into your heart, and see which magic is your destiny." Evanora was smiling brightly at everyone in the crowd. She gave her hand to Lucia, who had been standing on a podium of her own as the person who had came first in the tournament. She guided her into the circle. "With everything you have, deep inside of your heart, look for the answers you must seek here." Evanora told her.

Lucia walked around the circle, and looked at the many magics before here. She stopped in front of what looked to be a collection of gears. They shined with a golden light. Then, on another podium near by, a star also shined. Lucia, in between both at those, turned around to see a giant Goat's head out of ice floating towards her. They then all started floating, until they all got to Lucia. Lucia started to shine brightly in an array of gold and silver stardust, before it seemed those three magics had merged with her. Without pain, there was a mark on her arm, now a part of her.




"I've never seen anyone have that Goat Head Magic fly towards them before..." Mikasa told Porlyusica. "She must be a lot stronger then I thought."

Evanora held up Lucia arm in victory. "It has chosen: Ice Devil Slayer, Arc of Time, Heavenly Body Magics!"





Zephyros leaned back onto the chair where Clopin also sat along side. "These guys get their Magic chosen by them by Destiny, then what is to become of me?" Zephyros asked concerned.

"Your Magic was chosen by our first, 'Master' if you would like to call him that. Don't worry."



Cassandra and Johanna clapped, though neither of them had a new prodigy.
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"And now, you, my dear." Evanora told Calxiyn, helping her down as well.

Calxiyn looked for Ra, whom she smiled at in the audience. She first went up to Caliborn, and tried to take his magic in her hands. It disappeared before her eyes, and she frowned. She then went over to Johanna, who had a few magics in front of her. She touched the feather, but it turned to dust. She frowned, she couldn't see anything happening like Lucia had. She kept walking to a lonely part of the circle, which had a Key on it. Beside the key, there was what looked like a wire. They both started shining brightly, and got her Keyblade in her hand. The objects started to shimmer with the circle around them. They came together and she took out her Keyblade. A beam came from her Keyblade, and in the Sky was a giant Keyhole. She did a jump, before holding it out strong. "But that's only two, how about the other one?-" Calxiyn paused, suddenly seeing something similar to what she saw of Lucia. It was a giant, flaming, goat head, coming at her from the ground. Calxiyn did a similar movement and unlocked it with her Keyblade, and all of the magics came together, burning into her skin. She screamed in pain before she was engulfed in a fireball. She looked at her arm, and saw a red mark. She looked at the crowd, and everyone stood in shock.






"Evanora what in Heaven's name is that?!" Cassandra shouted out of turn, which was irregular for her. She drew her sword.

"What Magic is that?" Johanna clutched her necklace, looking at Cal. Clopin's eyes widen, as well as Zephyros.

"Theodosia, what is it?" Porlyusica questioned.

"I've never seen anything like that in my life. What just happened?" Theodosia asked her.

"I know that Magic all too well." Mikasa told them both. "Ice Devil Slayer has been chosen in the past. I know one other wizard to have it as their own. But I've never seen anyone in all of my days possess this form of magic, but I've heard of it in passing. I thought it was just a rumor. Evanora has all the Magics available to her but every year that one goes unnoticed, it never appears because it never is chosen. You see there is no podium for it, because no one in our Guild has ever possessed it. It is simply a 'wandering' magic, invisible to the eye. This is..."

"It has been chosen: Fire Devil Slayer, Celestial Spirit Magic, and Telepathy." Evanora announced, holding up Calxiyn's arm to reveal her mark.

Calxiyn's head was spinning. What had she been chosen for? Lucia also wielded a Devil's Magic, but it didn't have the same reaction to her as this. She didn't smile, she was too confused. She looked at her mark, and then she looked at her Keyblade. She wondered what Keys she would get. Evanora took out three keys from her pocket, two gold, and one silver, and knelt down to Calxiyn. "These are for you. Treat them well, they are your friends, and brothers or sisters like the people in this Guild." Evanora gave them to her. Calxiyn sat down, in shock of what had just happened. On the sidelines, Evanora, through her knew telepathy, explained the rules of being a Celestial Spirit Mage.

"When you open the gate for the first time, you have to set up a contract with the spirit. You can ask which days it can be summoned by the Mage or anything else you'd like. The contract will be broken if you are arrested, or you release the spirit yourself, or when you die. When you summon a Spirit, the Gate to the Spirit World will also be opened. Spirits may not kill its summoner. Spirits can force close the gate. Some of the Keys have different conditions then others for how they're summoned. Cherishes them all. One is more of a companion, while the others are for battle."

Evanora then brought Alisa down from her stand. There was a different mood in the arena after what happened with Calxiyn. Alisa did something similar to the ones previous to her, walking around the circle. Suddenly, a ball of gravity floated towards her, as well as a shape shifting object. Mikasa started glowing as well and she from her seat also started floating, but kept herself there with her gear, and from her pocket came a claw: Satan Soul. The ball of gravity shined the most, in an array of gold and silver stardust. The magics had merged with her entirely.

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Vance's eyes widened at the sight of what was happening to Calxiyn, and he realised that he had faced a very dangerous woman. It was miraculous that he hadn't ended up dead. In terms of her raw power now, she was far beyond him. It seemed that Lucia had taken a similar path, though chose Ice over Fire. After all of that, Alisa's turn came as anticlimactic. Indeed, his own was much the same. The others seemed to have been assigned rare and powerful magics, but he wasn't convinced by any of that. None of that it seemed, was destined for him. Instead, Vance had been granted the magic of Dark Écriture, a technique that he instantly bonded with as well as Arc of Time. The very concept of time manipulation had never occurred to him, and the potential of the ability rushed through his mind. Lightning magic, was perhaps the obvious ability. He had lashed out with a lightning bolt, so to gain that as an ability was only fitting. Overall, he was satisfied with the magic that he had received. Dark Écriture was perhaps the one he was most interested in, and it would suit him well in the future. The immediate use that he could see for it was for creating magically binding contracts, with potentially dire consequences for breaking them. He grinned. Perhaps there was potential for synergy with his other magic here,,,




So, the lonely young lady with the strange mask that he had accompanied not long ago had acquired a strange magic that he had scarcely witnessed. He of course, knew of the Ice Devil Slayer magic as Mikasa did, but witnessing the emergence of Fire Devil Slayer was quite something. He was happy to have witnessed it now though. That confirmed the idea that there was an equivalent for every element. He wondered now, if anyone was going to show up and ask about it if the word got around. This sort of magic appearing was hardly common.




Edric spat out a mouthful of beer when Calxiyn started screaming all of a sudden, then whistled. Apparently the little lass was more than she appeared to be at first. How it came to be that someone like her possessed such rare magic was beyond him, but that wasn't his business. Really, he was just here to get cash, look after the new guys and well, get drunk. ​

 

Now wearing his full armor once again, Ra attended the ceremony. The first up was Lucia. Her magics had been Arc of Time, Heavenly body, and a forgotten magic, Ice Devil Slayer. He'd expected powerful magics from the winner of the tournament, but this was unexpected. He clapped, along with the rest of the crowd for them. Next, Calxiyn. As expected, she chose celestial spirit magic. The second, it seemed was telepathy. However, for a moment, there was no third.

Coming towards her was a flaming goat's head. It was a frightening sight, to say the least. His eyes widened in shock as it burnt a mark into her arm, causing her to cry out in pain. "Calxiyn!" He called out. The fires died down, revealing the mark on her arm. He listened intently to the explanation. Even with his time studying with Ezekiel, he'd never even heard of a Flame Devil Slayer...As she stepped down from the center, he made his way over to her. "Are you alright?" He asked, wanting to make sure the girl was safe.


After Vance, Beucette got her turn. The first thing to come to her was a dragon's head, dripping with a foul looking purple liquid. It didn't take long to figure out it was the poison dragon slayer. "Neat." She said simply. Next, the same magic Lucia and Vance had gotten. Arc of Time. And finally, plot divination. I mean fortune telling. Yeah. Walking over to Lucia, she put her arm on the girl's shoulder. "So, we're both slayers. We both got arc of time. I think this means we're soul mates, eh?" ​

 

As the ceremony had ended, Lucia had felt a somewhat odd sensation. The frozen goat head was not something that she expected, not in the slightest, and the other two she had no idea what to make of either. Apparently they were pretty impressive magics to have, but the girl couldn't help but feel that there was something odd about her now. A sort of chill had permeated throughout Lucia, though it wasn't one that brought discomfort alongside it. Just a bit off putting was all. As she got off of the circle and saw Cal go up to recieve the same kind of magic as her, there seemed to be an immediate difference in the bequeathing. Watching as she burst out into flames, it seemed to carry far more ferocity behind it then Lucia's own magic had. A look of worry and concern crossed her face, wondering if there was some sort of backlash from being a devil slayer that she hadn't felt yet. While she was going to go and try and comfort the girl, it seemed the giant bird man, Ra, had already gone to do so himself.

As all the magics were continuing to be picked, it seemed that there were quite a plethora of these slayer type people, and soon enough, one of them went to walk up towards her. Since her victory to this point, Lucia had gone from elated, to annoyed, to panicked, to confused and all the way back to being annoyed. It had come full circle. Her eye twitching a bit, and that same anger vein crossing her forehead as before, Lucia looked to her annoyer and gave a false smile towards her, as she brushed the arm off of her. "Soul mates huh?" Straining to say it, like the thought of it made her want to vomit. "I'd think you'd have a better chance at being soulmates with that siren then with me. It's a shame that you couldn't be given Satan Soul though." As she said this, her smile seemed to twist into a more wicked one as frost started to form on her finger tips.

After saying her piece, Ander had seemed to come to the conclusion that the two of them had thought in a similar manner. She felt that it was a bit odd, as he had mainly disagreed with her on almost every point she had said, which wasn't limited to just this conversation either. Nevertheless, he made for an interesting conversation partner altogether. As he had gone on about his own uncertainty, he then asked her a question that seemed to catch her off guard. As the question about her childhood had come, Charlotte's face turned a bit more grim and distant as she looked to the side. She seemed to be deep in thought for a moment before recollecting herself and dismissively stating, "it's not something so special that it needs any mentioning." As if she were in a hurry to avoid the subject, she then said, "it appears that the magic selections are beginning. It would be best if we went now." With that, Charlotte had walked off.

As Charlotte had witnessed the ceremony go forth, the overall plethora of demon related magic was somewhat off putting to her. However, the most off putting was the one chosen by the lady Calxiyn. It's inherently malevolent appearance seemed equally as terrifying, as it seemed to reject its wielder, causing her to burst into flames. Charlotte wasn't quite sure what to make of it, though, Ra was one who could probably handle it. As her turn had come up, Charlotte stepped up to the circle and had received the magics to be bestowed to her by her destiny. Both Requip and Angel magic seemed to flow through her naturally, but with her body crackling with the power from the lightning dragon was one that surprised her. Nevertheless, her destiny was now upon her and she had fully accepted it. Walking off the stage, she went to see how everyone else would respond to their magics.

After speaking with Zephyr for a bit, Aoki had eventually gone to the magic choosing ceremony quite like everyone else had. As everyone else had, she stepped up to the circle and accepted the magics that were to be bequeathed upon her. The first of them being the celestial spirit magic. Just the presence of it seemed to force her keyblade out, as the magic and the weapon seemed to react to each other. As she had gained the magic, she was bestowed the power of two keys, though she wasn't entirely sure what they did. Regardless, the next magic to be bequeathed to her was the magic of the Water. One that seemed natural, given her sea fairing nature. The last one, however, was a shock to her. It was one that didn't seem to bare any real mark, and just radiated with ra magic power. She had gone to accept it like all the rest, but as she did something strange happened.

Sweat started to coat her body as she was immediately hit by a wave of fatigue. Her breaths became shorter and more frequent as she stood there, wondering what was going on. The next thing she felt was a sharp, yet constant, sensation of pain completely flood over her. As if her very life were being drained from her, she collapsed onto her knees, letting out a shriek of pain. As the pain persisted, runic markings started to form over different parts of her body. The blue markings started to pulse with magic, glowing vibrantly. As the marks had finally returned to a more dull blue color, the pain seemed to subside, but her exhaustion seemed to remain. Picking herself up, she wandered off the podium and went to sit down as everyone else gained their magics.

 

As Ezekiel decimated the encampment, he looked around to find that nearly all of them had been killed. Reinforcements from other parts of the camp had come to assist them, but lost their lives because of it. Non-magic users fighting against someone like Ezekiel was like a swarm of flies trying to kill a dragon. A few had been cowardly enough to run away when the fighting started, and had survived. Ezekiel looked at the smoldering ruins around him...Perhaps old habits did die hard...He was no longer quite so hungry for power, but he was still certainly as ruthless as he'd been before...Frowning, Ezekiel continued on. He'd delivered the punishment to them. He briefly considered finding this "Oz" the commander had spoken about, and carrying out a similar sentence.

However, he felt a quaking within his being, as though he were being called from far away. He looked away at a small hole that hadn't been there before. Curiously enough, there was a sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to it with the word 'PLOT' sprawled across it. Interesting...He stepped into it, to be carried toward this call within him.

Ra could scarcely believe what he was seeing. As Aoki stepped up, another "wandering" magic revealed itself. It was a bursting of magical energy. There was only one possible magic for that to contain. "That's...That's impossble." Though sure enough, she looked exhausted and pained. Runes began to engrave themselves all around her body, glowing a dull blue. That was the sure sign of it. This girl had been given Arcane magic. Though, without someone to teach her to use it properly, she would destroy herself. The magic was one of the most dangerous possible to obtain. Though, who could do it? The only other person in the world who knew it was his brother, and it wasn't as though Ezekiel was going to fall right out of the sky. Hah! Fall right out of the sky...







HE WAS FALLING RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY! The panicking mage shot down a bolt of arcane energy toward the ground, causing an explosion. The force of the blast shot upwards against his body, slowing his descent enough to survive the fall without harm. Because **** physics and whatnot. The brother of Ra landed in a crouching position, standing as the dust cleared. He turned to those sitting in the stands. "You..." He walked past the other members of the guild without giving them so much as a glance, and headed straight for Aoki. Sure enough, the runes engraved onto her matched the ones on Ezekiel's body. "You're what summoned me here...? Back in my day we had to hunt through ancient Egyptian tombs for our magics. All you young wipper snappers and you're "predestined wandering magic" thingamajiggers and you're beating each other up to get destined in an order that doesn't matter. Kids these days, I tell ya"​

 

Ander's pov:



He looked around the guild hall while he waited for Charlotte to say something. There seemed to be a party of some sort starting. Time seemed to go on forever. The seconds seeming like hours. Everyone seeming to be having a good time. He did not want Charlotte to miss such a big thing. She was apart of something that was bigger, so why was she wasting her time standing here? He was going to tell her that she should go off to the party. Charlotte face turned grim and she seemed distant. Then there was answer of 'it's not something so special that it needs any mentioning'. He could tell there was more to it then she was letting on. A simple I do not want to talk about it would have been fine. Instead he got this somewhat of a lie. She seemed in a hurry to avoid the subject of her childhood. That was when she said 'it appears that the magic selections are beginning. It would be best if we went now'. "You know a simple I do not want to talk about it would have been fine. I know how it is not wanting to talk about your past. Maybe we can go on a mission together if you want," he called after her. That was when he walked over to the magic is your destiny thing. He watched the ceremony there did not seem to be any strategy to the first three people picking. He began to wonder what would happen to him. Then was when Vance picked lighting magic along with two others. That was when Velien came up and picked lighting magic being the second one to choose it. He always thought that lighting would fit him, but as far as he knew only two people could pick a magic. Charlotte had gone with slayer and it was beginning to look like he was running out of options. It then come his turn at first nothing happened and he thought a giant sign that said pacifist would come at him. He stood there for a moment with nothing happening. That was when the item for lighting came to him. He was somewhat surprised by this being that two people could only pick it, but who was he to complain. Next was wind and was not as out there as lighting. At this point he had two magic, but what about the third? That was when the item of water came to him, it was the most odd one but he went with it. He walked off stage to wait and see what would happen next taking a seat by himself.