Home (Book 3)

Chapter Three

Canissa's POV

"N-n-no?" I stammered.

Why would he say no? Maybe he had a grudge with the people in Fiore? Maybe he hates me? I wonder why. I stared at him with still no expression.

"No because I don't like it when little girls go around giving me orders." He said, glaring at me.

"Humph, fine!" I glared back. Then, I stomped out of the meeting room.

I wandered around. I peeked into many doors. Some rooms were empty, other rooms looked like normal dragon-sized bedrooms. A few of them looked magical so I avoided them, until I came to a huge purple door. It seemed magical, but in a good way. Also in a familiar way. It was odd for me, so I avoided the feeling as I walked in.

I looked throughout the room. It was mainly empty, but ginormous. The only stuff in the room was a human-sized desk, one human-sized chair, and a small human-sized bookshelf with only 3 books. The desk was dusty, so I suppose magic didn't clean this room. There was no windows, but some way or another, I could see perfectly. I looked up and saw that the ceiling is made out of some kind of glowing rock, lighting up the whole place.

I picked out one book from the bookshelf. I know I'm not supposed to touch anything, but I was too curious to care. I looked at the book. It looked normal, nothing on the front except for the title, Sky Crete Mey. I started reading the book. It was beautiful, though I don't know the author.

It was about a girl named Mey, the Sky Crete. Crete is the books name for wizard, though it's kind of weird if you think about it. Anyways, Mey found out that she was a Crete, the Sky Crete. So her magic is basically similar to Wendy's. She trained hard and became the strongest Crete ever. Then, to defeat an evil Crete, she turned into a spirit, helping out people in the world. Though it doesn't sound that interesting, I thought it was beautifully written.

I put Sky Crete Mey back on the shelf and grabbed another book. This one had a weird title, Noun Pleat Aim. I opened up the book, only to find out that it only has one sentence 'He sat it in music'. I frowned. I was so curious on what Noun Pleat Aim meant, but the book didn't have any other words besides those. I sighed. This book is weird.

I looked at the last book on the shelf. I took it out. It didn't even have a title. I opened the book. On the first page, it said 'cy ar'. I'm guessing this place belongs to this Cyar. It's a weird name though. I flipped over to the second page. It read:

I'm not going to complain, but training is hard. I've recently fought another monster. After I defeated it, something fell out. I went over to get a better look. And oh joy it was a key. A silver key. How it got into the monsters throat I don't know, but I'm sure this one is powerful.

Hmm... I wonder if she/he's talking about a Celestial Spirit Key. It's not like I care, but I'm just curious. I flipped to another page and it read:

I love being a Celestial Wizard. It makes me so many new friends. I don't know why a girl like me even wanted to be stronger. I'm plenty strong being a Celestial Wizard. I have so many beautiful keys!

Well that doesn't give me much information, but it did tell me that Cyar is a girl. I flipped to another page and read it. This is somewhat mysterious. It read:

I finally got her key! I'm so so so so so so happy.

I wonder who's key did she get. I know for sure now that Cyar is a Celestial Wizard. Maybe she went to a guild before ending up in Dragonland. Maybe I can find out more about her. I wonder if she joined a guild and if so, which guild. I finally decided that it was time to go. Taking the diary with me, I walked out. I know I'm not allowed to steal stuff, but its for my entertainment, okay?

I walked straight to my room. I felt a gentle breeze once I entered. I looked up and saw a window on the ceiling opened. I sighed as the breeze died down. I looked out and saw that the moon was out. The sky was dark and clear, as if it never rained today. After hiding the diary, I rushed out to find the others. I decided not to tell them about finding the diary and books. I found them in a dining room, looking nervous. I entered and when they saw me, their expressions brightened.

"Oh, thank goodness your okay." Celestia breathed out.

"Why wouldn't I be." I said, being all cold towards every one of them.

"Honey, we were worried." Mozou sighed.

"Well don't be. I can take care of myself." I shot at them. I actually don't blame them. According to the time, I was gone for 6 hours.

"Let's not argue. Why don't we have dinner?" Igneel suggested.

"Will there be fire?" Natsu asked.

"I asked the cooks to prepare some." Igneel nodded.

"What about metal?" Gajeel grunted.

"Or lightning." Laxus-nii added.

"If you wanna try lightning, boy, go to my place." Lightning said.

"Why?" Laxus-nii asked.

"Lightning's dangerous to have around. Both the dragon and element." Grandine laughed.

Lightning glared at her and grunted.

Laxus-nii smirked and said "Well, I guess I'll eat a normal meal then."

"I'll just eat air." Wendy chimed in. She started swallowing a bunch of air. Was it just me, or did the air seem thinner?

"Careful, Wendy." Grandine warned gently.

"Okay, Grandine." Wendy giggled. "You know? I've met the Edolas version of you many times."

"Oh? What is she like?" Grandine asked.

"Well, she is human, has pink hair, hates humans, but is very kind to me. Thanks to her, I know the Dragon Slayer Secret Arts." Wendy said.

"You know the Secret Art?! Oh Wendy, I'm so proud of you!" Grandine exclaimed.

I sighed. Everyone here is either engaged in their own conversation, or eating. I wasn't hungry. At all. So I just silently dismissed myself. I walked out and ran back to my room. I jumped on my bed and cried. Oh nee-chan, I needed you so much right now, but why aren't you here?

After a while, I finally controlled myself. I went to the bathroom to clean up. Once again, my eyes were red and puffy while my face was just pale. I decided to take my mind off things for a while, and read Cyar's diary. I went over to the bed and looked under it. The diary was still there, good.

I opened it up and started reading. The diary had around 1,000 pages I reckon. Thank goodness the pages were numbered, as I dropped the book many times due to hearing footsteps. If the diary wasn't numbered, I wouldn't remember what page I was on. I was reading page 170 when something on it suddenly made me gasp.