Holy fire burns again
the magic circle is all around it, burning like the innocence of love
Everything had happened in a literal flash, the last thing she remembered was flying overhead a crowd as lightning flashed down upon them. After that, it had all been spinning, then crashing into the ground, with something. . . heavy? . . . landing on her. Kanix writhed beneath her pet as Hera stood upon it, uttering insanity to her, where she was more focused on trying to pry herself out from under Ancalagon. . . Ancalagon, who was just as large as Acnologia, himself, unconscious from the attack from a guild-mate he loved dearly. It would be a broken relationship between Hera and the bird now, a trust that had been fused only because of Heero. Yet, as she tried to wriggle out from underneath her heavy bird, she found that she was pinned to the ground and unable to escape. This was when it dawned on her that she had a child to protect and the thought of losing it because of a poorly made choice stressed her out.
Kanix's head flopped against the concrete street, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she passed out from the weight and the stress. Minutes, maybe even hours, would pass by as she lay beneath the beast, who remained as immovable as she was. The crowd still roared on, pitchforks and torches raised, hands filled with any type of weapon they could find. Fairy Tail's reputation was truly destroyed, not by her hands, but by those of her enemies, the mages of Basilisk Fang. She had never fit within the guild, maybe because of her ideals, though also because of the bloodthirst that ran through her. In fact, she was better of a Savage Skull member than any other guild, set out to cause destruction and ruins. Yet a part of her loved Fairy Tail and all she wanted for it was the best, even if it meant tainting how they were seen.
All of what she had said had been a lie, and not because she wanted everyone to see Fairy Tail as a dark guild. She had done all of this, so that they would not become a dark guild, simply because they were sticking with family. If they were to go dark, then they would be going in as one of the strongest dark guilds known to the Fiore lands. Kanix knew how brutal the dark mages were, how they would not tolerate weaklings in their midst, and she did not want to see Fairy Tail fall to their hands. Hera had ruined it all and displayed one of the most volatile actions that a guild member could ever do to their guild master. Let alone, she had broken the moral code, injuring a woman who was with child, all because of a few misunderstood words. Perhaps, later she would have a talk with Hera, and if she learned of more things from the girl, even excommunicate her.
Kanix groaned as she felt something tugging at her bone necklace, like it was trying to pull out from beneath the. . . weight? No more weight hung heavily over her and she cracked open her eyes, though a blurred vision was met to her face. Her eyes flickered over, catching sight of what looked to be a stone canine of sorts, a golem perhaps was what she was looking at. Rocky? What was Rocky doing in Magnolia and where was his master? What was he doing trying to pull her out from under Ancalagon? Tilting her head a little, she could feel the soreness from the crash landing wring her neck like a rope around her throat. She caught sight of the burly figure of a mage she knew too well, and she would have scrambled to her feet if she could. Again, she fell unconscious as Rocky flew her to the side of the building, resting her up against it and leaving her there.
Minutes later, she would feel lips pressed to her forehead, causing her eyes to crack open once more and catching sight of Mashyuu. Her breathing, slowed from the unconsciousness, quickened and she moved to stand to her feet; however, a sharp pain resonated through her body. The wings on her back, vibrant with blues, oranges, and yellows, were a mangled mess from the attack Hera made. Kanix's lips snarled and curled, and the wings flapped uselessly against the ground, and with their weight, she was not able to move on her own. Looking to Mashyuu again, she stared at him for a brief moment with her fake eye before letting her gaze rake over the ground. In that instance, a feeling of sorrow washed over her, along with fear and betrayal, spilling bloody tears down her face. "I don't want this, Mashyuu; please, just take me away from here, get me away from Magnolia and these people."
This was her sign of resignation, her arms weakly reaching out to her boyfriend in hope that he would help her to her feet or carry her. "Fairy Tail did not darken because of wrong deeds, Mashyuu; we did not poison Magnolia's waters like you may think. It was all of Basilisk Fang's fault, I just thought that lying about it would help the world see us as a strong guild and leave us be. I don't know what to do Mashyuu, I'm already failing Fairy Tail as it's guild master, and Heero may see me as a disappointment." By now, she was a sorrowful mess, tears streaking her dirty face in red, never budging from her place against the wall. "T-take me to Sabertooth, let me speak to Frederik; perhaps, he will understand the situation Fairy Tail is in and help us out. I know that Heero and him were on good terms with each other, I just hope he won't do anything ration because of. . . Fairy Tail's status."
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