A wonderful wonderlandian world ( Nalu)

New orders

Unknown's P. O. V

Centuries has passed since the young lady had been locked inside this golden cage. The only home I had ever known, the only home I would ever know. She could not see me yet knew of my presence. She created things that danced and twirled, performances that were for me just as much as they were for herself.

I do not know what she did to deserve this fate, although whispers and rumours have plagued my mind. I am her faithful servant, her my brilliant master. I am the one who whispers the stories of the world to her. I am the one who shows her what she is missing in her dreams.

I know everything, I see and hear all. I tell her how her friends are faring, I tell her about what he is planning. And now I have news to tell her, about the new boy, the one who will do great things. The one who's destiny so greatly intertwines with her own. He is still young, and naive. He may still have much to learn before he is ready, but he is getting there, he has met the ones who will help him along the way.

Fairy tail is alive. Fairy tail is coming for him. Fairy tail is coming for her. Fairy tail has finally recruited its final member.

A storm is brewing, one that will rain war down on this world. The future will soon be set in stone, the wheels of fate already in motion.

And I will help, I will fight alongside them as best as I can. But then again, how much help is a maid without her master?

Zeref's P. O. V

Nightmares again. They stir me from my sleep, leaving me panting and panicked. She haunts my dreams, laughing and smiling, crying and coughing. Some days she is happy and so am I, my dreams are full of light and happiness. Memories of happier, simpler times when I was free to love and live. In these dreams, she holds my hand and skips, laughing as she points stuff out, so free and happy.

My nightmares are the bad ones, the ones that leave me broken both inside and outside. It's there that I relive her dying, watching slowly as she fades away. A shell of the girl she used to be. Sometimes she cries and tells me it's my fault, other times she tells me not to cry, that it isn't my fault, that this isn't the end just a new beginning. Sometimes I don't know which is worst.

And deep down I know that it's her fault, it's because of get that I can no longer be with the one I love, it's because of her that I am broken, it's because of her that the world is the way it is. Wrong, coulorless, depressing, broken.

The ones I used to call friends have turned on me, they stay away from me and my home. Preferring to hide away with each other. They must be plotting against me, it's the only logical explanation for how they act.

My feet are already on autopilot, taking me to the throne room, it is time to address my men, and give them their orders. As I march down the halls, servants and guards alike curtsy and bow to me. A sign that I am still in power.

They look at me with fear in their eyes, with the few odd ones that gaze at me with warm gazes full of admiration. They are the ones who I keep around, the only ones allowed to actually talk to me.

When I reach the throne room, my guards push open the doors, hurriedly pushing it open for me. When I reach the throne, I sit down in the bigger of the two chairs. The smaller one is covered in dust and cobwebs. Forgotten and rusty from years of no one using it.

"Call in the men. I have orders for them." I bellow, watching as one of the servants runs over to a series of bells. He pulls one, and as soon as he does it lets out a loud cry. Signaling all soldiers to report to the throne room.

Quickly men begin to pour into the room, Bowing as soon as they lay eyes on me. When I am certain that they are all here I begin my orders.

"At ease men. Today I am here to tell you what you are to do. As you may already know, these men and women are currently plotting against me. They plan on raining havoc on our peaceful lands. Burning villages, slaughtering women and children. Overthrowing our government and murdering anyone who dares oppose them. It is because of them, that I, your humble king have called you here. You are the only ones standing between them and total destruction. What I ask of you today is to capture them, dead or alive and anyone working with them. Go my men and save your land!"

With a cheer and newfound courage they leave. They will now do exactly as I say without a question. Their little rebellion will be squashed before it ever had a chance.