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59 | historia of turmoil

"This is for Fairy Tail you bastard!"

Now with Galatea no longer longer in the way, all of the mages were going full-force on the man. And Galatea, still unable to see through her blood-clouded eyes, was actually keeping up still despite all her injuries. It also didn't help much that Horatius was only targeting Galatea instead of others. No matter how many people stayed in front of Galatea, Horatius simply sent them backwards in time, and away from her.

Speaking of Galatea, she was breathing way too heavily, and a terrifying amount of blood was still coming from the multitude of wounds across her body. Evergreen had done her the favour of tying her hair up to get it out of her face, but Galatea looked like a complete and utter mess. She was turning her head around in every which way as she listened in for the next attack, as she was heavily relying on her ears and general spatial awareness at the moment.

A sharp whizzing echoed in her ears, making her duck as quickly as she could. Which turned out to have been a good move since a Fireball whizzed right over her head just seconds after that.

"Tea you need to get on the ship!" She heard Bickslow yell.

"I can't leave until he's stopped, Bickslow." Galatea cried, her voice rough and almost grating.

"Why?"

"Because of the-"

BOOM!

Galatea and Bickslow were knocked to the ground as the collision of Ren's Air Magic and Evergreen's Fairy Glitter was redirected towards them by Horatius. The tall Seith Mage grabbed Galatea, pulling her into him as they tumbled to the ground.

Her ribs burned as she took more sharp inhales, coughing up a little more blood. Focusing on her sense of smell, her nose twitched as she hyper-fixated on Bickslow's scent directly overtop of her. Judging by the fact that she couldn't feel him on her, she judged that he was hovering over top of her.

"You good?" Bickslow breathed out, his hot breath against her face.

"Y-Yeah." Galatea coughed out, as Bickslow pulled her to her feet.

Her breath got caught in the back of her throat again as Bickslow's scent suddenly vanished out of nowhere and the uncomfortably salt and tang of Horatius's scents invaded her nostrils.

"This is not how it was supposed to go!" Horatius yelled, sending out a wave of shadows that Galatea skidded out of the way for.

"Fuck you!" Galatea screamed, "I didn't deserve this, so why are you doing this to me?!"

This isn't fair. I want to go home, I just want to be with my friends. And I want to sleep all of this pain away. I want to be in his arms and never leave.

"Because I've planning this for my entire life. Shouldn't you of all people know that life isn't fair, Child of Eurydice?" Horatius mocked.

"Shut up you little sea-sucking bitch. I'm going to fucking kill you." Galatea screamed back at him.

"Oh is that so? Well, let's see if you can beat this!" Horatius jeered, as his hands were cloaked in green magic once more. "Historia of Turmoil!"

A bone shattering scream echoed from the crowd as Amber suddenly dropped to her knees. Others looked at her in surprise, as Amber was normally a very, very stoic person.

"Everybody get back! Put up as many shields as possible!" Amber suddenly yelled.

"What?"

"Why?"

"I guess...?"

An ear-splitting roar suddenly ripped across the mountain, causing the mages to look over in utter horror of what had just appeared before them. Three figures, all from Galatea's past whether it be from long ago or almost present. For the select few in the crowd that knew the stories behind all three figures, it immediately forced them on edge.