A Forgotten Cause (Fairy Tail OC Fanfic)(Possibly very slow updates)

Prologue

****Vail's theme song: Archangel Two Steps From Hell Cover video above****

The story is set up before the Tenrou Island Arc, and after the Edolas Arc. So basically what's happening is that I'm going to let the Tenrou Island Arc take place very very very later on in the story, so that way I can get about 2 or 3 years in on my character, and how she develops throughout the story. 

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**Vail's P.O.V**

After countless hours of being in this forest, I still find no trace of any guild. I find myself wondering around, thinking a lot, and mostly punching trees. I can't help but think of my father, Acnologia, and the words he told me before I left. "Don't be fooled by anyone's games, they want nothing in this world but to harm you for what you're going to cause. Feel no sympathy towards others, and only fight for yourself. Don't disappoint me, child." He would tell me. I never have once thought about feeling bad towards other people. Even when I hurt families, and when people beg me not to kill them, why should I care? It's not my fault they're weak and spineless. My question is, however, is why do I have to face such weaklings? Everyone I have faced is nothing but a coward. COWARDS! I hate it! I want to face someone that's stronger than I am. I need to face someone stronger than me. I need to prove that I am worthy of being feared. I want to be feared. That's all I'm asking for.

This forest seems quiet, a little too quiet. Too quiet that I can't concentrate on my journey. I grow rather annoyed, and can feel my eyes turn red. "Ugh, are you serious?" I mumble to myself. I hate the fact that my eyes change color due to my emotions. Couldn't I just have been born normally blind? It would make everything less distracting. Just to feel the color change is agonizing and even painful. I guess with power as brutal as mine, I don't need to complain about it. I just need to focus on getting to this... guild called 'Fairy Tail'. Maybe the guild really is a fairy tale, because I have not picked up a trace of it. There's no way in hell I'm asking where it is either, I'm bound to kill the fool who'd tell me. Actually, that's already accidentally happened a few times already. Wait! Why do I need to care what happens to the person? It's not me, so I shouldn't even give a damn. Yes, I don't give a damn. I like being a heartless shrew that nobody likes, it's actually quite comforting.

It feels like this forest has no end to it, I feel like I've been walking for hours and hours. Oh, wait, I HAVE! My patience is growing thin, very, very, thin. "I need to just sit down and rest for a bit." I mumble yet again to myself. I find a nice, shady tree to sit under. The tree is actually... kind of pretty. The leaves are orange, and they look so crisp. They look like they're about to fall at any moment. Wait a moment... Why am I being so kind to a... a tree? A TREE? Pull yourself together Vail, you need to focus on resting, not complimenting the trees. They don't deserve to be complimented, they deserve to rot, just like the rest of this world.

After a couple of minutes under the tree, I grow very tiresome. I feel my eyes wanting to close, but I can't. I can't! I... can't. I feel myself falling asleep, slipping away from the world into dreamland. I feel so... so free. So light. So full of life. Is this really my dreams? I'm filled with darkness, not light, why are my dreams so free? So... colorful. I have no idea how to even feel about this. Is this a sign? Am I turning into one of those... things? Those nice Cretans ? Ugh, I can't believe this.

I sharply woke up from my dream. I feel... different. Oh no, please no. Please, I don't want to become a light and tenderhearted person. I like being myself. I really like hiding away from everyone, I like being feared, I... I do. I guess I better not sleep anymore. I can't believe I'm so stupid to believe a dream could change my outcome of the world. I believe all people are stupid, everyone's scum, and no one deserves to live. At least, that's what father taught me. I feel like he's doing what's best for me though. He knows more than I, and I do not question him. I have no reason to.