Soul Seer

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Fairy Tail
Sequel---- to Lucy? Is that you?
Book Title- Soul Seer

SOUL SEER

Episode Soul Seer START

Makarov looked at all the children running around the his guild. Most of his guild was made of Children, only a few adults and some turning into teens. Mirajane and Erza were at it again. Sweat beaded down his face, Last time they fought half the guild was gone. "Mirajane! Erza! Stop fighting this instant! i don't want to rebuild the guild again!" Makarov shouted. Both girls glared murderously at one another. Lightning meeting in the middle. 'Oh jeez...' Makarov took big gulps of his rum. 'oh rum how i need you so' Makarov took 2 more big gulps of his rum.

It was noon and it was mostly calm. "Gramps! There is this lady outside asking for you!" Natsu jump in Makarov's face. Makarov chuckled at Natus's antics "Alright m'boy, Give me a second" Makarov grumbled, jumping down from the bar. There was a women dressed in a black cape, covering all but her face. She had blonde hair tied up in a side ponytail her eyes a somewhat dull chocolate brown. She gave a weak smile to the small guild master. "Hello...I'm Layla Heartfillia and i need your help" She said, her voice but a whisper. Makarov thought his soul left his body, 'Heartfillia! The one's who own the rail roads?!' Makarov gaped, "What could you possibly need my help with?" Makarov said, raising a single eyebrow. Layla smiled softly, "I have a child, Lucy, she will grow up to be a great celestial mage" Her eyes looked past Makarov and at the guild. "She wants to join Fair Tail...I am willing to let her...However her father is....not" Layla looked back at the Guild Master. "She will run away some day...but that is not the reason why i need your help." Layla held out a piece of paper. "There is a prophecy made for Lucy and a Seith Mage...Please try everything in your power to help her and the Seith Mag-" Layla scrunched up her nose, coughing in to her arm. "Mage. I wont be there for my little star very much longer." Layla smiled, her cracked lips stretching, making her lips seem white. Makarov frowned, lines creasing on his forehead. "You're dying..." Makarov concluded. Layla smiled at the man, "Yes, This place feels like home. Lucy will love it. Please help her when i can't. Give her a family at Fairy Tail and give her that letter when/if the prophecy happens" Layla turned around and walked away, her black cape flowing from side to side. Makarov swore her saw tears streaming down her face, but he couldn't see.

A week has past since Layla Heartfillia had given him the letter. "Gramps, Look at this!" Gray was the one who brought up a newspaper. "It's said they found the body of Layla Heartfillia! Look" Gray shoved the paper in Makarov's face. 'Body...?'

Layla Heartfillia DEAD?!
Just a few weeks ago Layla Heartfillia went missing! No one knew where she disappeared to. Jude Heartfillia and his daughter, Lucy Heartfillia, were devastated when the new was brought to them. Doctors examined the Layla's body. They said that she had died on July 7 X777, which seemed impossible but we dug deeper and found out that Layla had indeed been dead for over a year. Her spirit took on the form of her body and went around as if she was still alive. The Doctor, Dr.Ramina (Rah-mee-ey-nah) Told us that Layla must have finished her business and that is why her body was found. We give out our prays and hope the Heartfillia's will be ok....."

For more information about the Railroads go to page 3
For Heartfillia lines go to page 5
for more about Dr.Ramina go to page 7

Makarov placed down the newspaper, his grey eyes glossy. "Gramps?" Gray tapped Makarov on his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Ah...M'boy you mustn't do that to a old timer like me." Makarov huffed, smiling softly at Gray. A smirk place on Gray's face. "YA hear that everyone! Gramps called himself and OLD TIMER!" Gray shouted, laughing. Everyone else started to laugh along with Gray. Makarov smiled even more, looking up at the ceiling. 'Don't worry Layla...Lucy will feel like home here...just you wait' Makarov thought.