Fragmented( A Fairy Tail/ Gray Fullbuster Love Story)

Woes of A Young Wizard

Time seemed to flow differently for the frail female Wizard; though she became aware of time drawing near. For slithers of moonlight began to shift in different angles; stretching across the bare stone walls. The full moon. And yet her bindings seemed heavier than before; her body worn from endless torture. The young Wizard weakly tiled her head towards the ceiling above. Where the moon was visible in all of it's luminous glory. She closed her eyes, a momentary escape from her confinement. Allowing the gentle moonlight to bathe over her features. The gleam of the moon filling the young Wizard with a sense of deja vu. For the moon looked just as lovely as it did that night. A memory that would forever be engraved into the young woman very soul. A night of never ending torment which continued to plague her very existence.

Biting her bottom lip; the young woman found her gaze fixed upon the full moon above. It's gentle gleam flickering in her dull cerulean eyes; the light of the moon lulling the woman into her own memories. Ones of utter anguish from which she could not shake. The woman was soon plunged into the very pits of her fragile psyche; the young woman now appearing as she did 10 years ago. A small child with short silver locks, and innocent blue eyes. Though even back then her life was one of horror. As the young girl was an orphan as long as she could remember; having no recollection of her parents. The small child survived on the harsh streets of her hometown; which happened to be the home of a Dark Guild. The town itself was built around the Dark Guild; becoming it's sole income and devoting their resources and loyalty to their cause. One that every soul fully agreed to. A task that changed their lives forever. For they dared to turn against God.

A Goddess of Chaotic Judgement; known throughout many "Magical Cults" in the world. Though it was here in a city secluded from the world and known to those who worshipped the "Goddess". For centuries the city's people had devoted their very lives to their "Goddess". Sacrificing their own lives, and on special occasions even their children. Though as time passed as did the rage and jealousy of the worshipers. Seeking power that rivaled the Gods themselves. They soon shunned their devotions to the "Goddess". Their attention upon a new project crafted of the darkest of magic; a "Pseudo Goddess" one they could control to the fullest. And their candidate for their cause was none other than the silver haired girl.

Through months of experimentation which forever left scars of both mental and physical; the young girl had completed the trials. The people believing that now they could truly stand up to the "Goddess" and end her. However they were mistaken; for the night of their complete project. Their shunned "Goddess" brought fourth her wrath. The entire city dissolving into a brilliant pillar of gold light. For the very ground erupted beneath the feet of all; their cries of death filled the night air. However there was a survivor; as the experimental child had managed to live. The child trembling at the horrifying sight splayed out before her. For not even ashes remained of the people who once filled the lively streets. Only emptiness; and the eerie air could be felt. With her shaky hands; the little girl brought them to her face. Her sobs bringing the attention of the once wrath filled Goddess; who's gaze softened at the sobbing child. For a moment; the Goddess had come to regret her actions.

Leaving the child with no one; it was then that the Goddess forced herself upon the broken child. The Goddess whispered of protecting the child. But the child only saw fear. Fear of knowing the very entity whom had decimated an entire town; now lay within her. Speaking lies of protecting her. No. Through her tears the silver haired child shook her head. Screaming that she did not want this; this heavy burden. She did not wish to live with a murderer within her. Amidst her tears the Goddess would speak; earning a shriek from the child. Demanding she never wanted to hear her voice again. Gritting her teeth the young girl turned away from the remnants of what she once called home. No where to turn; the child wandered the world. The curse of the Goddess forever with her. A Magic she refused to both use or understand.

These memories soon faded into darkness for the young Wizard; whom was forced from her own psyche by a burning heat in her chest making itself known. The young woman held back a gasp; her vision fading. Realizing she was indeed running out of time quicker than expected. As of now upon the center of her chest a strange crest emitted a deep amber glow. One that would slowly flood the once dark room with it's brilliance. Dazzling even as even the floor was overcome by the magic; yet even so the young girl groaned in discomfort. Visibly thrashing about as the young woman bid it all to stop. She knew she was cutting it close, but she had to. The woman could not allow her magic loose ever again. She swore it. Through gritted teeth she cursed muttering a name. One that belonged to her companion; though she detested the thought.

She was there; the Goddess. She always was. Speaking to the young woman even when she did not wish it. Beckoning her to use her magic power when in danger; but the young girl could not. No she would not. The girl could not bring herself to use the magic of a murderer. Even if they were a God. But the young woman could not always keep the massive magic at bay. And due to the intense torture she she endured; the Goddess had finally come to surface. The young girl screamed, tears gleaming in her eyes. She sobbed. Begging the Goddess to stop. She did not want to want any of this. "We will die this night if we do not act!"  The Goddess stressed, her words filling the mind of the young woman. "Let me end this I will—!" "No." "No! Do you not understand? They will rip me from you and you die!" So be it." The young woman breathed, her cold response causing the Goddess to become silent.

"Foolish girl." The Goddess spat; the warmth in the young woman's chest fading into that of a dim glow. "I would rather die than live another tormenting day with you." The woman stated, her words making the Goddess silent. Refusing to speak to one who runs to death. However the Goddess knew this was indeed because of her; and could not blame the child. My how amusing and yet foolish humans could be.