E.N.D

He Didn't Want To Hurt Anyone

Story Title: E.N.D

Author: Hikari Sorayume

Summary: Angsting Zeref

Notes: This was actually meant to be a separate fic, but I'm kind of stuck on what to write for this E.N.D since I've never been really good at plots. I usually just write free form which can be a bit of a train wreck :P (a lot of a train wreck 0//0) Anyway, I'll keep this up for now but I might take it down later or change bits so it fits in better with the story.

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Lush green fields spread before a certain man. Great long fields filled with life and light. Yet in the centre of it all, was a dark and blackened circle. For he who stood within the circle, all that surrounded him looked clear and inviting. A view of the whole picture, however, was a different story. Life and light clashed with death and disease, as this circle held a cursed man. Cursed to forever be at the center of death. A punishment of opposing its' ultimate power. For trying to regain what was forever lost. Wherever he wondered he took the lives of the places he took with him – it was his curse, to do as much. He left behind him a trail of death and sorrow. Whatever land he treaded upon fell victim to the curse that had befallen him. Animals and plants a like fell at his feet, dead. He would leave the place of his visit broken. And it was something he couldn't put a stop to – no matter how hard he tried to hold back the dark magic that erupted from within him.

This is where he was now – stuck on the top of a cliff, looking down into the deep water below him. If it had even been possible, he would have jumped off the cliff to kill himself. That was another part of the curse. He had become immortal, as if every life he took was used to extend his own. For him it was a sad life – but he had one hope. For that hope he had waited four hundred years, believing that once they were reunited that he would finally be able to pass on. Alas, he was disappointed again, for the person he had hoped would end his life was not yet strong enough. But if he had already waited so long, what was a couple more years? As long as he stayed in the same spot he could hardly hurt any more than he already had.

His relief was shortly lived, for any animal who scurried across his path or any bird who flew above his head was caught in his shroud of magic – which was quick to drain them of their life force.

Tears now flowed freely from the man's face. His short black hair cascaded gently across his face as he stared into the now night sky, the stars only serving to remind him of a certain spirit mage... or three.

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Note: These chapters just keep getting shorter huh?