The Elemental Sorceress

Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER — FIFTEEN

We Meet Again

When they arrive back in Magnolia it's past midnight. The Thunder Legion and Laxus return to their homes with tired goodbyes. Nova looks over at the two dragon slayers waiting on her. "Go ahead, I have to go talk to Gramps." She says setting off towards the guildhall.

Unfortunately for her Gajeel refuses to let her leave without answers. She's barely ten feet away when he catches her hand forcing her to stop. "Everyone is gone now, Princess. Are you gonna tell me what the hell happened?"

Nova pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "I don't have time for this, Gajeel." She feels exhausted and needs to talk to Makarov.

"I'm not leaving until you give me something." He growls spinning her to face him. The anger is visible on her face as she looks at him.

"Fine." She narrows her eyes at him. "I met the guild leader. He happens to be the person behind... all of this." She gestured vaguely. "A lot of shit happened, but we can save that for later. Now go the hell home." Nova yanks her arm out of his grasp and stomps off into the night.

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The guild is devoid of life except for Mirajane who is cleaning up the bar. She notices Nova and gives her a knowing smile. "Master is in his office."

She thanks the barmaid before climbing the stairs to the office. Nova doesn't bother knocking and throws the door open. She roughly shuts it behind herself and slumps into the armchair.

Makarov looks up from his thick stack of paperwork. "You're back rather early." He phrases it more like a question than a statement. "I'm assuming you found out what you needed?"

Nova's jaw tightens as she gives a stiff nod. "It's all in my report." She snaps her fingers and a few sheets of paper flutter onto the guild masters desk. "However I found out something that needs to be dealt with immediately."

The old man eyes her curiously. "What is it?"

She averts her eyes for a moment; the memories of her encounter are still fresh. "I met the guild master. He told me he plans to attack during the next Wizard Saint meeting. And with the forces he has, it will be fatal if we don't prepare."

The light vanishes from Makarov's eyes at the news. "Do you know anything about their abilities or numbers?"

Nova points at the papers on his desk. "Everything I know is in there." She scowls thinking of the bastard, Mortem. "All I ask is that I am present during the meeting."

Makarov can sense something in her tone— she knows more than she's letting on. The girl had been acting rather off the past few months. "What else is going on, Nova?" He asks softly, unsure if she will divulge further information.

"There's nothing going on, Gramps." She says firmly, trying to get out of the conversation.

The old man snorts and shakes his head. "I know you very well, child. It's painfully clear that something has been going on the past few months."

She gives him a soft smile. "Can't get anything past you, Old Man." She sighs, "I'll tell you eventually, but for now it's a need to know basis."

He accepts the answer and dismisses her, promising to tell her when he holds a meeting with the others. "Get some rest, Nova."

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The following morning Nova finds herself at her regular table. She looks out over the guild with a grin. Everything was normal, something she desperately craved. Her life had become so hectic lately.