Dragons' Sacrifice

Epilogue

Please play the music while reading it. I had to use the vid thing, 'cause somethin' happened to soundcloud. So, yeah.

Enjoy

And. . uh. . was this too sudden? Hehe, gomen.

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July 1st .A person kept saying in their head. July 1st . The clicking of heels echoed throughout the corridor. The person opened the door quietly. A large tapestry of the person's family, was hung on the wall. The person smiled at it. The person sat down at their desk. A stack of papers, neatly piled up. Beside it, was a bottle of ink with a white feather pen. Their hand slowly reached out for it. Focused, the person started going through the stack of papers. Reading and signing it.

After quite some time. The person reached the last paper. The person stared down at it. The pen hovered over the paper. The person heaved a soft sigh. The person signed the paper. Putting it away with the rest.

Knock Knock

The person heard a soft knock on their door. "Come in." She said, loudly. The door creaked open. Revealing a young woman with ivory hair, cut into a pixie cut.

"Madame," The ivory-head smiled. "It's time." The person sat at the table, nodding. Getting up and patting her dress. She inhaled then exhaled. She signaled the ivory-head to leave. The woman at the door did as she was told. Closing the door behind her. The person slowly walked to her closet. The large window giving her a view of the town--and also light. The person opened the closet. In there--were three shelves. On the second shelf. There was a slide door. She slid it open. Revealing an elegant crown. Black, gray, red, white, yellow, and a purple gem decorated the crown. The rarest gems ever found. She gently picked it up. Putting it on top of her head, neatly. She closed the closet. Heading for the door.

She could hear murmurs and talking coming from outside. Again, she inhaled and exhaled. She opened the balcony doors. She took a step forward, the rays of the bright sun hitting her.

Cheers erupted from the crowd, as the woman looked down at them. A smile upon her face.

"Queen Lucy Heartfilia!" The crowd chanted.

"Greetings, people of Fiore." She said to the crowd of people. A gust of wind hit her, making her blonde hair waver. She waved to the people, modestly.

A creature sat at his throne. Looking dully at the fire, glowing before him. His eyes lifeless. July 1st . He said in his head.

"Sir, please!" A man begged before him. The pinkette stared pitifully at the man. He licked his lips.

"No matter what I do," The pinkette began. "Remembering her," He got up from his throne. "Laughing," He walked towards the frightened man.
"Smiling," He knelt down in front of the man.
"Her blonde hair. So soft and the smell of strawberries. . . I feel as if she's right there." He closed his eyes.
"But, something bad happened to her," He opened his eyes. He grabbed the man by the neck.
"And who caused it. . . ," He paused. Staring deeply into the scared man's eyes.
"Was me." In a heartbeat. The man burned up. Soon, becoming ashes. He got up. Going back to his red throne. He snapped his fingers. Capricorn appearing before him. "Bring in another one." He demanded.

The butler nodded. Behind his black-stained glasses. His eyes showed worry. "Yes, lord Dragneel." He did his mannerisms. Leaving Natsu Dragneel alone. In search of a new victim for the fire dragon king to eliminate. . .

Softly, his scaly fingers touched the piano keys. Playing ever so gently. Guilt and pain still resonating through his heart. Even after seven years. I miss her. I want her back. But, it was my fault she's gone. Because of me--she got hurt
Because of me--she cried