≫Captivity≪

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Erza
It's been a good 3 weeks I've been hiding out in the fernandes woods for my army. My father always nagged at me,

"Girls can't fight" he says "your a princess Erza"

but I never listened.
I joined the army at age 15 to fight agaisnt the fernandes.
I was only Young when the war broke out, i was 7 years of age but I remember it vividly.

I remember the screaming people when one of the sweetest being on earth tried to hug me for the last time. The houses frantically kicking there stalls out of fear. And the scared face of Jellal as my father grabbed me for his arms. I'll never forget it.

I quickly throw down another piece of wood onto the fire to keep warm as horse approach my camp.

"Shit" I whisper as I kick at the fire and the flames die because of loss of oxygen then quickly dive behind a bush.

"She's been here" a man yells as the horses stop. This voice. I know it. This is the same man that use to watch me and Jellal play by the pond. "the ash in the fires still fresh."

I breath lightly as I try and crawl my way away from the men, I'm doing fine until step on a twig with my boots. "Damn it" I whisper as the men yell
"I'm the brushes!"

I jump from my place on the dirt and grab for my sword.

Men lunge at me as I pull my sword from its holder at swing, only gaining one mans cheeks to my blade.

As the man falls to the ground anther jumps and I swing again, trashing his leg open.

"Men! Enough of the one by one. everyone get her at once" Jellals father, who I assume to be captain, yells.

All at once everything happens. by the end of it, I'm in chains surrounded by dead men.

Jellal
"I've brought a friend Jellal" my father smiles walking into my barrack. he throws down his helmet onto the ground revealing a long scratch along his eye brow.
"What happened to you" i ask as we walk out of the barrack.

"She happened" my father says pointing to one of the most amazing people in the world. scarlet hair, pale skin, brown eye.
"Ezra" I whisper under my breath. it can't be.

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