The Dragon Princess

Chapter 16

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A trickle of sweat ran down Gray's face. Missing? He asked himself. There was no way he would let himself consider the possibility, and yet here Loke was, telling everyone in the room, early in the morning, when the girl that he was in a half-like-love senario lost her mind. Erza. Gone. Kidnapped. Without a damn clue where she was or where to look, and no idea who did it.

Misty turned around, raised eyebrows and a annoyed look in her eye and drawled, "Are you sure?"

Loke's eyes widened and he intensified his stare. "What do you mean, 'am I sure?' I'm sure that she is out somewhere, getting held captive against her will. And we're doing nothing."

Misty rolled her red eyes. "I'm also sure that she is one of the stonges female wizards in your entire guild, no less the country. I'm also sure that she's been known to be very independent, and that she can take care of herself. I also know that she'll probably be back any minute now." She gestured to [Name], "I also know that we have bigger fish to fry."

"Oh please," spat Lucy, "there's no way to help her."

"Juvia agrees," said Juvia.

"Juvia's also a thirsty bitch," replied Misty. "Anyway,  if you're so paranoid, go look for her yourself. If it gets dark and she's not back, then she's missing.

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The man strolled through the dark hallways, whistling a joyous tune and his booted feet clopped down on the floor, sending specks of dust to shoot up throughout the space. He watched a couple of soldiers walking by stop to acknowledge him,

"Zero-sama," they said.

He continued to walk past, letting his mind wander to the girl he had seen in the orb. Her silky hair that looked soft to the touch, her smooth skin. His mind traveled down her clenched fists, her wide eyes. Oh those eyes. Those worry filled eyes, spewing out hot, terrified tears. Panicking, babbling, brain scrambling, and her so called friends, the people that claimed that they support her the most, either judged her or stood there cluelessly.

"Idiots." He murmured, chuckled loudly, "What a stupid bun--" He rubbed his head after crashing into the door, muttering a few vulgar cuss words. He quickly scanned the door in front of him, scratching his head. He rubbed the door, black, smooth, and shiny, meticulously crafted with intricate little designs. He pulled a set of keys from his pants, shifting around for a specific one before landing on a specific one, matching the obsidian material on the door. He took a deep breath, holding it before he opened the door.

The view inside was not nearly as pretty as the intricate designs on the front of the door.

A human, a scraggly, smelly, starving human being was not nearly as pretty as petty door.

"Look I know you're going through this whole, 'I'm not going to speak and I'm going to beat the shit out of everyone who imprisoned me phase.', but you really can't do that right now, because we will beat you back harder. And that wouldn't be fun is it, Erza? Because you'd die. The world-class female mage would die at the hands of a couple of bullies. That's not fun at all. And that's not fair. So what I need you to do for me is speak, and not try to beat the shit out of me because I imprisoned you, ok?"

He tossed a small black box, with a gem at the top of it, in front of the scraggly prisoner who glared deep into where is soul would be.

She licked her chapped lips and opened her mouth, gasping.

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Again, short af, but its a good start to my rehabilitation.