(A/N: this is the first story I've ever put on the Internet so please, by all means, let me know what you think)
"The man is known as Nightshade."
One of the Magic Council read from a file.
"Apparently, he's in charge of the Dark Guild, Laughing Mad."
A few of the council members cocked their heads in rememberance of the recently formed guild.
"Several missives have been sent to this Nightshade individual, only to be returned with what is believed to be the guilds symbol stamped on it, a demonized elf head with a green mohawk"
At this, the reader let out a heavy sigh. "Due to the location of this guild, a mission has been sent to the closest group capable of handling the situation."
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In a large building, a specific group of people were having one of their usual brawls, until-
"HEY! LISTEN UP!" A booming voice sounded throughout, causing all to pause in place. The speaker, a short old man named Makarov, had an announcement.
"We've been given a mission by the council."
Hearing the tone in his voice, the members of Fairy Tail all settled down, knowing it was serious.
"There is a dark guild not too far from here, called Laughing Mad. We are either to bring them to the light, or take them down. If it's run by who I think, I sincerely hope the first option works."
A pink-haired teen, true to his nature, shouted "Who is it, Old Man?!"
Makarov sighed and showed them the guild mark sent by the council.
YAAY FOR CLIFFHANGERS!!
