Fairy Tail Origins Episode 1: The Eternal Journey

Rosa lets out a long and exaggerated groan. "You know what I am sick of just walking around and not doing anything," Rosa said as she got up and stomped the ground. "I am Rosalina, daughter of the world's greatest shaman and worlds greatest enchanted and just walking around and not getting a chance to punch someone's lights out is boring," Rosa huffed. "You know what I am going to take a nap until something happens," Rosa said storming off in search of something.

"Rosa wait we are about to leave umm how can you get back to the guild if your sleeping.

"You ask too many stupid questions," Rosa said as she came back with four small blocks.

"Umm what can you do with tho.... I had to ask," Conker sighed as four tiny wooden golems were looking at Rosa awaiting orders.

"Miss Rosa where ready to serve," the adorable little wooden Golems said in unison.

"Okay these people are forcing me to walk again but I am tired of walking you four carry that Leaf over there," Rosa called out as the golems went to go get the leaf. "Night y'all, Conker wake me if something interesting happens," Rosa said as she went to sleep on the giant Leaf.

"You heard the boss, lets put some wood into it......doods," Grace (the cute little golem who decided to take a tiny piece of the leaf and make a bow out of if).

"Umm great just great she might be the first person asked to leave or kicked out of the Alicorn Guild," Conker sighed as he made his way towards the other members.

"Mom, dad, Conker hopefully I can make you proud of me," Rosa mumbled in her sleep. Rosa began dreaming of the day from her past. The day held great meaning to her and it was one of the most important days of her life. The dream she was having was the day she convinced her dad Bob aka The Builder as he is affectionately refered to took her out on one of his jobs and she fell in love with gear enchanting

Immediately upon hearing Nalia's query, Verala began sifting through backstories she'd sorted out in the past. Bigger cities would make the people who legitimately came from the area not knowing me make more senss. Florist for certain. We just came from Ambrosia. Big enough city that linking myself to the guild won't be an issue. The guild, and what led me there, are the only things that really need to be covered up. Telling the truth for the rest will be easiest.

"Well, I was born near Rosebud Hills, but I basically grew up in Ambrosia. It's an easy place to lose yourself in, I'm sure you noticed. Mother and father were farmers, but I preferred flowers, so..."

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"...unfortunately, I wasn't able to see the final day of the festival. I'd like to return someday." Looking out the window as the train came to a halt, Verala realized they were in Harborshore. "Oh, I suppose this is our stop. Since we've the same destination, but I'm new in town, I suppose I'll let you all lead?"

Hecate raised her finger to her teeth—an old habit. "I'm afraid I don't really know you well enough to give you a nickname, "Hecate answered. "So I guess you won't get one from me."

Hecate was glad that Vallory spoke up when she did. It didn't occur to the Iron Dragon Slayer that she had answered Verala's question later than when she had asked her. She offered her silence then, but not now. Now, she wouldn't have to face her or talk to her.

Orion returns her smile. "Maybe so, but that's why we love him, isn't it? I'll ask him once we get home. As much as I like staying at the Guild, I would prefer to have a place of my own. Somehow I don't think any spirits would give me much trouble."

He finishes his coffee, and turns to look out the window, as miles and miles of countryside and farmland passed by. It was odd to think, seeing that view, that not too far from here was a vast desert. Aselia really is such an odd, wonderful land.

Orion's contented smile abruptly faded as he watched a great darkness, unseen to most, descend from the heavens. Like a sudden cloud of mist it descended upon the mountains, enveloping them, and rolled down onto the farmlands, covering the air in a thin blanket of white. Orion's face darkened considerably, though he did his best to conceal it for Eden's sake. He would recognize that mist anywhere.

I-Impossible... Why show themselves now? It doesn't make any sense... But this... This changes everything. What do I do? Should I contact Zalia? Ask for help? Maybe if the High Council is alerted- no. That won't change anything. We're on our own.

He closes his eyes for a moment, as his head suddenly begins to throb. This isn't good... Her magic is affecting me.

"Eden, I'm not feeling so well. Maybe I could show you around on the return trip home? I think I should rest for a bit."

Gareth watched Senna storm back to her room after hearing the intercom. He internally sighed.

Someone's not a waking up person. This really is annoying, though. The others might already deal with the wyvern at this rate.

Gareth turned and decided to wander around the train a little to stretch his legs.

After half an hour of strolling around the train and another half hour and five minutes to sitting and reading magazines laid next to the seats, Gareth went back to his room, gathered all of his belongings for the trip, and then went over to Senna's front door. He waited another minute to allow some additional sleep before knocking on the door.

"It's been an hour!" he yelled. "The mist's still pretty think out there. I don't think we're moving."

Orion softened visibly, and smiled. For a moment, he actually considered telling her everything, right then and there. ...I wish I could tell you everything, Eden... But not yet.

"Alright. Thank you, Eden."

He stood up to head back to his room, and just as he did so, the train began to slow and the intercom crackled to life.

"Attention all passengers, due to a sudden outbreak of dense fog, visibility has been reduced below advisable limits. We will be stopping at a nearby Imperial Outpost for an undertermined amount of time. We apologize for the inconvenience. As soon as visibility has reached advisable levels once again, we will leave immediately. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience."

"It may be a while before the train can move again," Orion says to Eden. "But hopefully the fog will clear soon. Come wake me if anything changes, alright Eden?"

After she promises to do so, he heads back to his cabin and shuts the door behind him. He shrugs off his cloak and takes a seat on the floor in front of the window, closing his eyes.

… I don't know why they're trying to prevent us from reaching Jurian. Is this because of me? Or is something else going on? Regardless... I have to do something about it. I'm the only one who can.

Aselia, the Northern Plains

The mid morning sunlight glistened off the man's black armored riding suit. He checked his watch. They should be here soon.

Behind him, a custom scarlet airbike with gold markings, fit for two, stood motionless, awaiting its owner's command. Around him, the windswept Emerald Plains stretched on for miles in every direction. A great shadow abruptly fell over the plains, blotting out the Sun, and the man lifted the visor of his black helmet and looked up, squinting slightly.

Impossibly silent and yet as loud as a stadium crowd at the same time, the giant warship Zenithra slowly began its descent, whipping up a tremendous wind across the plains. As the crimson leviathan landed and stilled, a latch opened at the bottom, and a long walkway extended out to the ground. The man closed his visor and moved to greet the two women who emerged from the belly of the beast. One he knew well; the beautiful, incomparable, and cunning goddess of thunder, who also happened to be his employer. Her long golden hair trailed behind her like a waterfall of golden silk, and her white coat billowed about her in the wind. The other he only knew from rumors and whispers; the goddess of death, they called her, the reaper of man... Who also happened to be his client. She was equally as beautiful as Athena, if not more so, and despite their very different appearances, the two appeared very similar. But just from a glance, he could tell there was a distinct, fundamental difference between the two, that went far deeper than hair color or looks. One still had compassion.

"Lady Thanatos," Athena began, grinning. "Meet my right hand man, Knight."

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Senna was already awake and dressed when Gareth knocked on her door. She quickly gathered her things and threw on her cloak, then opened the door and joined Gareth out in the hall. Seeing he was ready to go as well, she merely motioned for him to follow, and walked towards the nearest exit.

The air was humid but cool as they headed into town. Guardstone village was a small, cozy little town, with a population of only a few hundred, known for the abnormally large, partially buried Lacrima Crystal in the center of town, which has long since protected the village from monsters. The locals called it the Guardstone, hence the town's name. Most of the town's business came from tourism, since they were situated right on the Imperial Highway, but the Guardstone attracted quite a few scholars and wizards as well. The Empire declared the Guardstone to be soley the property of the village many years ago, during the reign of the previous Emperor, which the current Emperor has always upheld. Due to the town's location on the highway, as well as the small military post in town and the local Warrior Guild, Ogre Eye, not to mention the size of the crystal, the town hasn't seen many theft attempts.

After dragging Gareth around town for an hour looking for a place to rent a car- and finding nothing- they had an early lunch in a small cafe, while Senna looked over a detailed map of the region.

"This could be... Tricky," Senna admitted, carefully taking a sip from her coffee mug. "There's only one real way up the mountain, and that's the train. We could head to Nevilletown, which would only take us a few hours on foot, and from there, we could rent a vehicle and drive to Harthford town- I know some people there, including someone who knows a relatively safe foot trail up the mountain. That work for you, Gareth?"

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Sweat trickled from Orion's brow. The runes on his back glowed fiercely beneath his clothes. He grit his teeth.

I accessed my powers before, even if it was an accident... I can do it again. I have to. I have to... So much is at stake. I need... I need my Macro.