Fairy Tail: If Only We Could Start Over

Chapter 4

Heyo minna~~!

I AM SOOOOOOOOOO SO SORRY ABOUT THE 2-MONTH LATE UPDATE!!!!!

I feel really terrible about it!!

My parents are like, 'you have to finish your homework before you go on Wattpad!' and then they watch over me to make sure I'm doing my work.

I just finished my last piece of assessment, so I should be able to update much, much more frequently!!!

I also had to get my laptop fixed (which took a while), and as soon as I gave it in to the IT people, I remembered my Wattpad story was on my laptop and not my phone...

This is a bit of a short chapter, (sorry!) but I will be updating much faster!!!

I'm so sorry again to keep you all waiting minna! Please forgive me!!

Oh, and happy Friday!!!

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I was horrified, and my heart skipped a beat.

As we came up the pathway to the guild, there was nothing left of it.

It had been vandalised and crushed.

We all stood there... speechless.

"Was anyone in there?" I asked frantically.

"We don't know..." replied Master.

Lucy stepped forward.

"Lucy! Don't go in there! It's dangerous!" someone behind me yelled.

She turned her head and a tear streamed down her face.

"Our guild... Why does this always happen to us...?" She sniffed.

I pushed past the crowd and ran out into the rubble.

"Kanata-san!!!! Come back!!!"

I ignored every comment and plead that was thrown at me.

Lucy walked in behind me.

"I found something weird..." she said.

I turned around to see that on the remaining wall was a symbol.

A symbol written in dripping blood.

I stumbled backwards.

"N-no..."

"Kanata? Do you know what this means?"

I nodded and slowly backed away.

"What is it?" she turned her head. "Kanata?"

I had to get out of there.

So I ran.

I pushed through everyone.

They called my name...

I ran across the bridge.

I ran through a forest.

I didn't know where I was going.

I just kept running.

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After some hours... I stopped.

I didn't know where I was.

I didn't know where I had come from.

I didn't know anything anymore...

I sat down in a heap, and before I knew it, the tears came flooding down.

Is this all my fault?

People may have died in there because of me... died because of me once again.

That symbol... was a mark of Zeref. "Occultum" which meant "hidden". A mark that the camp I was in used to show they knew something... something that someone had kept from them...

They knew where I was. And they were coming.