Alvarez Shenanigans

Prologue

Welcome to the Prologue. You all will now be introduced to the Spriggans. Just letting you know, one of the Spriggans is not a canon character. I thought up the character thinking it was a girl when in reality it was a boy (Bradman/Bloodman). The Spriggan 12 need another girl so I just added her in instead. Later on, if we actually do get another girl, I might get rid of her and replace her with the canon character, if I don't feel too bad. For now, enjoy!

He woke to find half of his face covered in sticky wetness. Lifting his head, he realized that the stickiness was in fact a blend of ink and drool. What happened exactly? Zeref rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to focus. Reopening his eyes he found a dark oak desk covered with papers, ink pens, and ink holders. One of the small black containers that held the black ink was tipped over. He must have knocked it over in his sleep. Surprisingly, it wasn't dry yet. That meant that the ink on his left cheek must be still wet, he could easily wash it off. The Black Wizard pushed himself away from his desk and trudged to the bathroom. Sleeping on a desk is never a wise idea; unless on wanted to wake up with a stiff neck. Zeref arched his head side to side as he turned on the silver faucet. The clean cool water hit his hand with such ferocity he had to twist the knob a bit to calm it. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. The morning light came flooding though the large bathroom window hitting his face, illuminating his pale complexion. Zeref frowned at the other half of his face; it was covered in black, slightly flaky dried up ink. So his calculations were incorrect. Doesn't matter, he'd have to clean it off anyway and make sure to not leave a single spec or Invel might start freaking out thinking he caught the plague.

He remembered the last time how he somehow got hot candle wax down his shirt, leaving small marks on his skin which looked suspiciously like chicken pox. As he was trying to clean the wax off, Invel burst into the room and nearly had a heart attack upon seeing that there was a few specks of pinkish red irritated skin on his neck. He spent an hour trying to calm the white haired Spriggan down. It didn't help that Wahl and Ajeel were constantly spouting out random symptoms of medieval diseases scaring Invel out of his wits. Zeref never really could grasp why Invel cared so much, or reacted such a way. He tried asking Dimaria and Brandish but the former laughed at him and walked away while the latter mumbled about him being such a painfully unobservant idiot. He was about to give her a lecture on manners (No one should call their Emperor an idiot, especially in front of them) but Invel materialized out of nowhere and gave her the biggest lecture in all human kind.

Zeref opened the mirror revealing a hidden cupboard. Grabbing a napkin, he dunked it into the water and scrubbed his cheek, trying to remove the stubborn stain off. The blackness initially refused to wash off but upon more desperate and rougher scrubbing, the ink lightened. Finally, the stain was throughly cleaned off leaving behind red skin. He must have scrubbed too hard. He could already hear Invel's declaration on getting a doctor. If only he had some white powder to hide the mark before it went away... Bloodman! She would have skin powder that she might be willing to share (unlike Brandish or Dimaria). Stealthily, Zeref peaked into the hallway, the white designed quartz floors worked well at detecting any incomers. No shadows...or any sound at all. Everyone was probably eating breakfast. Good.

Cautiously, he lined himself against the white washed walls and slowly made his way towards the staircase that was supposed to be on his right. Bloodman's room was located two floors down, through the right wing hallway around a corner. Zeref looked over the grand marble stairway, other then a couple of servants, no one was walking about. Wait a sec...why was the palace so empty? At this time of day, he should have come across at least a few dozen servants! Something was going on. Zeref frowned and quickly descended down the stairs. Suddenly, he spotted through the large painted window the cooks dressed in their usual white outfits in the courtyard smoking and hanging out.