FairyTail: Soul Bound

The Verdict

Sam was sat on the train heading back to Magnolia. Somehow. He was able to avoid execution or further imprisonment.

The Jury however did want some rules set.

Erza had to sent monthly documentation of Sam' progression with his magic.

It had to include, how much he was using. If he was showing any signs of becoming feral again. And even his diet.

The other rule was that he was not allowed to leave either Erza's house or the Guild Hall without an escort.

These rules were to be put in place indefinitely, or at least until it could be proven Sam was not a threat to those around him.

Even so. Until he returned to Fairy Tail. He was shackled.

The bruises left on him by the guards that patrolled around his cell still burned with the slightest movement of his face.

He had only been imprisoned for a week, and yet he had suffered multiple beatings from the guards.

As the train came to a halt the two magic council soldiers at his sides roughly grabbed his arms. Lifting him to his feet.

They practically drug him out of the train, throwing him to the ground once outside.

"SAM!" Erza called out in shock, rushing to help him up.

Erza glared daggers at the two Soldier's earning little to no reactions from them.

They simply unlocked Sam's shackles before turning and walking back to the train. Leaving both Erza and Sam standing alone in the dark train station.

"Let me get a look at you..." Erza said softly as she got down on her knee's.

She attempted to hook Soldier's chin with her finger, only causing the boy to jerk his head away from her. Still looking down at his feet.

"Sam" Erza said sternly.

The boy's posture stiffened as Erza hooked his chin, gently lifting his head up.

Getting the first truly clear look at his face made her heart drop like a stone thrown in a river.

He had bruises all over his face. His right eye was blackened and his lip was split, though it was healing.

And to top it off. He looked completely exausted. He looked like he hadn't eaten either. He was frail and meek.

For once the Scarlet Haired wizard found herself at a lack of words. She of course was furious. However there was more.

She felt a pang of guilt, obviously she was mortified at his health.

But above all that. She felt a wave of sickness come over her.

Not a physical ailment. But a moral one.

She couldn't even begin to fathom striking a child. Let alone one who likely didn't raise a finger to fight back.

She stood up, gently placing a hand on Sol's back.

"Would you like to go to the guild? Everyone is waiting for you" Erza offered, earning a silent shake of Sam's head.

"I didn't think so."

*To Be Continued*