[ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ. ]
purpose . . . the reason for which something is done; created; for which something exists.
revelation . . . a previously unknown and surprising fact that is disclosed to others.
Cold. Too, too cold. The introduction; the welcoming of the unending chills that didn't seem to wither away on its own. A reward of some sort, perhaps for the reason that, finally, everything's clicked into place. A place that doesn't make sense itself, but that's its sole purpose: to confuse. It exists deep within her mindset, where she could no longer recall the faintest of memories - both the good and the bad.
She could hardly recall her own purpose.
And, suddenly, without a meaning, it's easier to give in; it's easier to stand, breathe, walk and survive knowing you're immune to all emotions and their pain. A heightened wall standing, full of pride, between her fragmented heart and reckless mind.
ɪᴛ's ᴇᴀsɪᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ.
ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛs ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ
ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ
ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ.
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No traces whatsoever; no clues to follow; nothing that can aid in making sense of the situation.
Fairy Tail, what once was, a prominent member less.
The only thing left was a fatally injured civilian that managed to scrape by, all thanks to the help that the Guild provided. They were quick enough to take this person to their infirmary, however, it was mere seconds too late. Witnesses interpreted its entirety, whilst the Salamander tried filling up the gaps of information with what he knew beforehand.
He had suggested a one-hundred-year quest and, being apart of their team, naturally, the Titania wasn't asked to accompany them. Instinctively, they all assumed that she'd come, whether she was genuinely questioned. However, when the day came, it was then the female set off, leaving the hall with nothing but a sword and a cloak to cover her figure. It was hours before they initially planned to leave for their mission. A small majority of the Guild noticed this strange, unnatural motive and attempted to stop her in her tracks, yet, all they received was similar treatment the victim had: injuries with the addition of a meaningful threat.
The civilian was pronounced dead.
The tragedy caused numerous reports to be released, one after another, concerning the continuous trend that never seemed to decline. The only thing on the rise were the deaths; the desperation to put her reckless ways to a halt. The rare handful of concerns were directed at the fact that some victims were classified missing. All evidence points at her; every assumption, with or without reasoning, the blame's landed on Scarlet. Now, the Council want her hunted, arrested, convicted to a lifetime in prison, or if matters escalate even further than they already are, then a possible execution. It's dependent on everything: if she's to hand herself in, or continue.
Fairy Tail can't locate where she is, either. Too many questions to ask yet for the motive behind all of this . . .
Only Erza herself would have the answers.
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Короткий рассказ- ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: [ 黙示 ] the act of revealing; as of something not before realised.
