The Past We Shared {Book 1 of the "Tortured Fates" series Fairy Tail FF AU}

13: It's Time You Knew

Where in the hell have I been. Holy Shit.

I am so sorry for the late update, I've just been reading a crap load and everytime I would sit down to try and write, nothing ever came out. I had actually thought about putting this book on hold, but thought better of it, since I'm not updating anything else at the moment.

But if it helps my case, I have an excuse.

It looks like I haven't been writing, but oh my dearies, you would be wrong there. When I got 900 followers (it sounds so weird to say that omfg) I announced two books I was working on, one being a Spice and Wolf short story, one being an SAO short story. Also, just so many other books, including two new NaLu fan-fictions I have yet to tell you all about. So I'vee been writing everyday, just not on this story. Sowwy.

OOOKAAAAY this A/N is long enough, so I love all my Flapjacks, and I'll see you soon!! 
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{Nashi's P.O.V}

It has been three days, and Papa still hasn't said anything about that night.

I felt disconnected from him, I had never seen this side from him. Even when he is upset about something He'll still talk to me.

It's been solemn silence.

I sigh and kick my feet in the air as I lay on my bed. Papa went on a job about an hour ago, and I'm at the house alone, with Aunt Wendy checking in on me every so often. It's been pretty boring, I will admit.

Papa and the other guild members had hardly let me out of their sight, ever since I turned seven, which was a month ago. They would look at me like I was fixing to grow another head at any given moment.

Which I didn't know why. I once heard Papa talk to Gramps, saying something about a prophecy, whatever that means. (A/N: refer to chapter two for that insight)

My magic has not improved since I found out I could even do magic. I like dragon slayer magic, do not misunderstand, I just feel... as though my magic isn't free. I want a magic that I can do anything with. Fire Dragon Slayer... It can be too destructive for my taste.

I want a graceful magic, a magic as endless as the stars themselves.

I sigh and shake the thoughts away, and only sit up when I hear the door open and slam. A pit forms in my tummy, and I slowly get out of bed and meander down the hall until I'm in the living room.

My heart beats faster when I see that it's not  Papa at the door.

"W-Who are you!?" I shout, gently reaching over and eyeing a lamp I could use if need be. The dark, cloaked figure turns around, and I take notice that the wood floor underneath his feet has somehow turned gray and brittle.

Like it's dead.

The man sneers down at me, sizing me up like I were a snack. Which, in hindsight, I could be. "I thought you would have been bigger..." He mumbles to himself, but I have Papa's exceptional hearing, and I heard him anyway.

"I asked who you were!" I shout, feeling a certain fire of anger well up in my belly, though I didn't know why I should have been so angry.

He approaches me, taking each step as precise and menacing as he could, the wood dying in his wake.

"Who am I?" He smirks, one corner of his mouth turning upwards. He then crouches down in front of me, and clasps my shoulders. I try yanking away, yet his grip is that of steel.

"I'm here to show you who you really are."

He doesn't release my shoulders, but squeezes them tighter, and I feel my head snap back and my vision go dark.

"You see, your mother never wanted a baby..." He begins, and I feel a pit well in my chest.

I feel myself being sent to another place. I wasn't in my house anymore, just in a big, dark room.

I soon see a woman materialize in front of me, with beautiful blonde hair. I smile and reach out to her, recognizing her from the picture on Papa's bedstand.

"Mama..." I whisper.

The woman approaches me, and sneers down at me with a look of disgust on her face.

I feel tears fall down my cheeks, and I smile up at her.

She looks at me with cold, beady eyes. As if staring at my soul and not me.

"Don't call you me that. I'm not your mother. I never wanted you as a daughter." She spats, and I feel my heart breaking as she says the words.

"But... I love you Mama... Papa told... He told me you loved me..."

She leans back and howls with laughter, a vicious and heartless laugh that rattled my insides. Soon, tears of despair are all I'm shedding.

"Your Papa?  He's not any father of yours. Can't you see? He Gave You Up  For months, he didn't want a murderer as his daughter. You  killed me! You obviously don't remember because you were too young, but the day you were born, I died. Your father is ashamed of you and only keeps you around because he loves me. He doesn't love you."

I scream the thoughts out and cover my eyes, feeling the words whip me like forty lashes. "That's not true!" I wail, feeling myself sink to my knees as I squeeze my eyes tighter.

"Not true? Ask him." She snarled, and then turned on her heel and walked into the darkness I was surrounded in.

"Mama don't go..." I sob, until the black room shatters around me, and I'm somehow back in my house. The dark haired man releases my shoulders, then gently reaches up and wipes my tears. His touch is soft, and somehow comforting.

"Nashi, there's no life for you here. Dragon Slayer magic isn't for you dear. Come with me, to my castle. I'll teach you so many amazing things about your untapped potential. Your father always wanted to block your magic, using his. He didn't want you to become stronger than is. Come with me, and you'll be as strong as me."

I rift through his words, my eyes dry but still soggy around the edges. "I don't even know your name..." I imply, and his lips tighten into a smile. "I'm Zeref... and unlike your family, I see how special you are Nashi."

I let his words sink in, and even though I don't believe he would do me any harm, I still can't shake this sense of foreboding that would take place if I followed in Zeref's footsteps.

On the other hand, if what he's saying is true, and that nobody really loves me, including my own mother or father, I have nothing to loose.

I take an unexpected step forward and wrap my arms around Zeref's neck, hugging him tightly. His body freezes, yet soon his arms are around me, capturing me into a warm and gentle hug.

We pull away and I wipe the final tears I shed.

"I'll go with you."