Lucy the Celestial Fox

Chapter 39: Reunion of 6 years

~Previously on the last Chapter~

"Ah good, you introduced yourselves already." A British accent said from behind them.

~Now back to the Chapter~ 

[Narrators POV.]

"Oh, its so good to see you Zellia-chan. I can see you have reunited with your humble sister, am I correct? Oh, and as beautiful as always might I add." A young man generously said, kissing said girls hands. ( A/N: Oh god, your gonna hate me for putting a British accent on this guy... But I just love him so damn much! *Squeals in delight* Maybe even more than Jellal but who gives a care? Oh and I'm not shipping them... ^Unless you want me too^ ALSO THIS IS PART OF THE STORY NOT JUST A SIDE CHAPTER!)

"L-lahar-san...." Flustered the raven-haired girl, a light shade of pink of her face. (I bet your like: 0.0)

"LAHAR!?" Everyone except the flustered girl (Zellia) yelled, shocked.

"Lahar, don't you work for the Magic Council? Why are you here?" Zellia's sister mustered up, trying  ever single strand that is in her body, to not knock the daylights out of the black-haired man, that touched her sister. And she wants to keep it that way.

"Ah yes Florebit-san. I am just on my vacation, soooo I decided to come here. I just so happen to be the one showing you around, and explain to you and company about the mission." Lahar explained, twiddling his thumbs.

"Who cares if he works there anymore, the real question is how the hell you know Zell?" A blue-haired man fumed, clenching his fist to resist attacking the innocent Lahar.

"Well..." Lahar and Zellia started staring at eachother, biting there lip. 

~Flashback~

A small girl about the age of 10 limped down the dirt paths of a forest, she had beautiful raven black hair, with glowing emerald green eyes. She wore a tattered dress, that looped down from the back. Her hands were bloody and bruised, they clung to her dress. Her shoes were small cloths tied together, blood stains present. On top of her head was a orange fox, that had blood staining  its fur. The young girl was unique since she had the counter-parts of a fox. 

Not so far away from her was a small boy about the age of 13, he had his raven black hair in a ponytail. He wore a long, blue jacket with pink edges and strapped cuffs over a high-collared shirt bearing the Council's signature -like symbol. His attire also features white pants held up by a simple belt, white gloves, a white cape held closed by a gem-decorated buckle, and distinctive shoes, seemingly bearing a serpentine pattern. He was infatuated with the Magic Council.

"Ze-zell-c-chan..." The small fox wheezed, her small paws clutching the girls raven locks. The girls emerald green eyes scanned the forest, her lip quivering. Tears leaked down her cheek, and onto her collar bone. She just wanted to keep her only friend safe.

"I-i-it's okay..." Her voice drifted in the wind, uncertainty laced in her voice. She didn't know if they were okay or not, she never knew. And never will. The small orange fox, limply raised her head trying to place a soft smile on her face, but it only will drop to a frown. Never to be a smile.

The raven haired boy that was not so far away from them ran through the forest, his white cape flowed behind him. His lavender eyes shined brightly through the rays of sunlight that leaked out from behind the tree leaves. It just so happened to be his day off. Yet, he heard someone, heard a scream. A scream that could haunt him, haunt him for not helping that poor soul.

The girl shrieked, seeing the serpent with 6 heads, it was a reddish black. Bloody red eyes store down at the girl, and she whimpered backing away from the creature. The creature lifted its head and swooped down, trying to get the girl.