A/N This chapter will be a little gory and scary. Not much, it seemed fine to me but I felt it was necessary to put a warning anyway.
Yep… life was good.
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You woke abruptly to the sounds of breaking glass and screaming.
“What the-?” you thought aloud only to be interrupted by more shouting. As quickly as you could you changed your clothes and sprinted out of you treehouse towards the village. Your (e/c) eyes widened in disbelief and fear. There was smoke coming from where the village is.
‘No… no no no no no NO!!’ This couldn’t be happening. As you stumbled into the village entrance you gasped. The sight made you want to throw up.
Bodies. Bodies of the children, bodies of the villagers, bodies of all these people who you have grown to love. The corpses were bloody and hacked up with strange marks carved onto the skin of every person there, making tears begin to roll down your face. Looking around you could tell what happened. From the burning buildings, to the broken locks and missing livestock. It was obvious.
The village had been raided.
Sobs began violently shacking your body and you slumped to the ground covering you face. Your short (h/c) locks sticking to your face in a mixture of sweat and tears.
“Oh ho ho. ‘Ey boss we missed one of ‘em.” A rough voice made your head snap upwards. There was a buff looking male standing in front of you.
“Hm? Could my orders have not have been clear? I said ‘kill all the villagers and take their valuables’… or are you disobeying me?” a second man walked up to join the first. He looked important, and wait… did he that he ordered everyone to be killed?! What kind of sick person was this?!
“Y-you-“ you began but was cut short by a kick to the face.
“Got somethin’ to say brat?” the first man growled.
“Now now… let’s see what the young man has to say.”
“Wha? Uh… sure boss.” The ‘boss’ walked up to you and bent down to where you were on the ground, still in shock. You clutching your face, him with an amused smirk playing across his features. Getting a better look at the man you saw that he had an eye patch and a weird mark starting from the top of his forehead running down the side of his face to his chin. The mark had strange twists and curls making it look like a dragon’s face… the same mark that was carved into the villager’s bodies.
“You… k-killed them…” he stared at you and began laughing.
“My, my, we have an observant one here don’t we?” he chuckled. Your body shook with rage. Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.
“ICE MAKE LANCE!!” you screamed making a billion projectiles fly directly toward him. But he dodged!
‘He’s fast!’ you thought to yourself. Only to have your thoughts interrupted by his voice again.
“A mage hm?” he stated. The look on his face was no longer one of amusement, but frustration. You lunged towards him again. You wanted revenge!
“ICE MAKE SWORD!!” you yelled out as the ice weapon formed inside of your hand. Charging and swinging at him with huge sloppy swings that all missed. But you didn’t care, being in such a rage you were only focused on the man in front of you. So much that you didn’t notice the other members of his group come out and circle around you two.
Your rage kept building up and you didn’t even notice that fact that he punched you to the ground. Making a huge crater right in the center of the ruined village that you had called home. Lying there, the situation dawned on you… these people killed everyone you cared about. Egnaro… Eulb… Ogidni… Regnig… and all the other villagers… dead.
You stood slowly. Finally feeling the pain from the injuries inflicted by the ‘boss’, you fell to one knee for support. The men around you laughed and jeered.
‘I’m going to finish this now!’ you thought to yourself. You stood up, a dark aura spreading around you. Your face was hidden in shadows by you bangs. The ‘boss’ seemed to pick up on your anger and imminently surrounded himself in a blanket of shadows.
“Ice Make…” you began slowly while your power built. The other men still hadn’t caught on to your deathly aura, “SWORD EXPLOSION!!” Hundreds of swords exploded from your hands, piercing the men around you. Their blood fell from their bodies in large swelling ribbons mixing with the blood of the people dead in the square.
The square was quiet except for the sound of the blood falling to the ground and your own heavy breathing. The men all dangled in the air on the ice swords like awkward puppets without a puppeteer, staining the sharp, purple ice red. Their grins still on their faces almost as if they were glad to die.
Footsteps. The noise brought you back to reality and you ran and hid in a nearby house. You used up more magic than you had ever used before and couldn’t take any more of these people.
‘Please… please don’t find me!’
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A/N Sorry about the long wait! School started and it’s been quite hectic around the house. Also the linked picture is the mark carved into the villagers. It looked like that one episode of Fairy Tail where Team Shadow Gear had Phantom Lord’s mark on Levy’s stomach and the picture is what the dark guild mark is. I’m open to suggestions on what the name of this guild should be but I really have no idea. Idk maybe I’ll dedicate the next chapter to the person who offers the name I pick? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Please vote, comment, and follow!
EDIT: I picked a title! Thanks to StephanieMoore451 she actually helped me decide on a title. Next chapter will be up soon!
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