We have Changed

Chapter Three- Darkness

Minerva's POV

It has been about a month since my transformation, and each day I feel my soul die even more. The sun rises and falls, and the cold spreads through me farther and farther. It flows through my body like a slow poison, killing me painfully. It never seems to change, no matter how closely I wrap myself in my coat. So I have just given up on it, and let the chill run through my veins. The wind blows through me as I stand over the breathing body.

I had been given my tenth assassination request, and the pay out would be large. Someone wanted this person dead, though I noticed they reminded me of a distant memory. Blonde hair that was soft, and messy. Eyes that when opened, were a clear blue that could trap you. A devious smirk that made the chill fade a little. And a small scar across his left brow that was somehow charming.

I had been watching them, trying to find the best way to go about assassinating them. Though, each time before I would try to go in for the kill. The chill would intensify so much, I would be paralyzed. I could only watch as the person went by, unaware that they had escaped my deadly grasp. As I stalked my prey, I noticed some odd habits. He would always smile in the presence of his guild mates, but by himself, he would recede into his mind. His brows would furrow, and he would hum, his face darkening with his thoughts. He also kept a watchful eye out for everyone, and I was lucky not to have been seen by those searching, blue eyes. I had even noticed that he would go to a certain part of the guild, at noon, everyday, like clockwork.

I was startled at first when the flashes began, the memories that I didn't know. The fear that would play through me before the chill froze it into nothing. Yet I also felt a strong sense of warmth whenever I would get, too close.

I continued to study the target, before receding to the depths of the forest. They moved not a second later, looking around in question, nose lifting in the air for a scent that wasn't there. I had done my research on this person in particular. They were a Dragon-slayer, thus they had enhanced senses. So I knew to wear a certain type of potion that made my existence disappear, before I would slowly fade back into the real world.

"Weisslogia, I don't know what to do. I want to be the best Guild master I can be for Sabertooth, yet I feel her holding me back. I want to know what happened to the Princess...

And just like that it came in a flood, the memories of life that was horrible, yet beginning to brighten. Memories of how father had treated me, enslaved me to his dark needs. Training me till I spat blood. Forcing me to be the cruel person he was. As well as the wondrous memories of what life could be like without him. The light that Sting had shown me, even when I didn't deserve it at all.

A sob escaped my lips, and he turned startled, looking at me. Then I vanished back to the Cube, the headquarters of the dark guild Tartaros. I walked around a bit, before going down to the lab. I watched as the thing created a new Jackal. When he was finished, he growled to life. His anger turning his eyes a blood red.

"Damn that stupid mage!" He shouted as he stomped past me, I grabbed his arm.

"You use curses, what mage could possibly even hurt you?" I asked, though I had a feeling he was going to describe someone from Fairy Tail.

"Some bastard with pink hair, and dragon slaying magic. Stupid punk burned my last body to a crisp, before I had to self destruct!" He was infuriated, ripping his arm from my grasp rushing to the training sector of the cube. A wicked smile almost played onto my lips before I turned to the thing.

"Who put in the assassination request on Sting Eucliffe?" I demanded the thing, gripping her by the collar. She cried out, before she glared her buggy eyes at me.

"Jiemma, he said something about paying him back." She gritted out as she tried to claw at my arms. Though she was a weak and puny thing, and pain was not a sensation felt as strongly in this body.

"What have you done to my memories?" I felt an anger boiling to the surface of me. It was warm, and real. She continued to glare so I began to squeeze her neck.

"Ji--emm--a" I released her, and she fell sloppily to the floor. She coughed a bit before continuing in a hissing tone. "He asked to have your memories removed. It took some time, but it seemed to have faded, till now."

I stared at her before teleporting to Fairy Tail to give them a warning. Yet when I open my eyes, I was in the training room of the Cube. Surrounded by my Guild mates.

"We have been given orders to train. We will be going after the entirety of magic soon." Our leader spoke from his throne, as he had one in nearly every public room. He glared at Jackal. "I wouldn't want you to lose against mere wizards who use magic."

I felt my blood run cold again, and the warmth I had slowly been gaining, fade. Then I was working myself to the bone, not making a sound of disagreement. My body may have ached but I would win for my master.

Sting: Author-chan asked me to tell you guys that she doesn't own any of the characters. Only some of the plot.

Author-chan: I will be adding my own twists and such. Though as for now, I hope y'all like this.