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Merry Christmas! People used to greet him like that, wishing him the best holiday of the year. As he walked across the street, he took all the colors in and realized just how eager that the people of Magnolia had been for this event to take place - and for once, he was himself. No weird moon pollen was falling down, and at times, he would grab the hilt of his katana just in case. He really hated what happened back then… please, it mustn’t happen again. He would spawn a ton of gold from dust to prevent it from happening again.
Funny enough, Mura also had another holiday in mind… or rather, it was a tradition that he was sadly late to commend, but he decided to make it up by doing it today. He wasn’t strolling across the street only to buy Christmas decoration; he was also deciding where to release his wishlist. You see, there was a special tradition in Midi where people wrote their deepest wishes onto pieces of paper - a so-called ‘Flying Wish Paper’ as they translated it here in Fiore. One had to write down what he desired the most… and just finding out what exactly Mura wanted to write down was a hazard on his own. He was only comfortable talking about it back at home earlier today with his spirit companions.
“If it’s your deepest desires, then you shouldn’t hold back! A new year full of relieving your sexual desires is sufficient!!!”
“Isn’t there anything out in this world more important for him than that?”
“Y-You listen here, Zirconis! This is his wish! His! He can wish for whatever his heart desires, so he should listen to it! Besides, we both think alike; I can read his thoughts like a twin, and I can see what he wants deep inside…!”
“*sigh*… He does have things other than perverted, sentient urges that he can relieve in other ways. What about… I don’t know, wish for a flourishing time in Fairy Tail? Hope for an even more successful festival next year? Bless your guildmates with good luck and strength? If this little trick actually works, then you should think about it before writing down on that piece of paper…”
“Yes, he could also just wish for himself to get stronger. I bet you’d be more delighted by that, wouldn’t you?”
“Listen, it’d at least help him more in the long run than any of your suggestions-“
“Strength or fondling! What does your heart desire, Mura?!”
… Remembering that conversation, it just made the shaman realize that he had no idea what to wish for at the moment. It wasn’t even a general thing to do in Christmas - there were many other traditions and plays that took a part of this merry holiday. The mistletoe, the risalamande, Santa Claus was everywhere - did he have to do this Midian thing all on his own?
At least, he chose a good place - rather, the only place that hadn’t been covered in Christmas lights. He needed an open, calm area to release his wish paper… and uh, damn, he felt dumbfounded. “Why… I mean, dumb question, but does a graveyard suffice?” Mura asked Kyuken and Zirconis. “Well, yes. You could wish for the fallen ones to find peace,” Kyuken replied with an actual suggestion. Thank god. “Oh yeah, good idea-“ Mura was about to compliment him, but… as a shaman, he was able to see the fallen souls in the grounds already resting peacefully. This place was a graveyard for nice souls, and they patiently awaited angels and holy entities to take them to their final resting place.
That also meant that such a wish would be insignificant.
Sitting up on a rock sign, Mura eyed up in the dark atmosphere. It turned dark pretty quickly here in the late months of the year - nighttime felt like kicking in after 4 pm. He had to come up with some wish to send out, and then he would go back to Magnolia and celebrate this interesting Christmas holiday. “Hmpf…” Mura was in deep thought and slid down the boulder that he had sat on, leaning his back against it and looking up at the gloomy sky. Please don’t let it rain down with some black dust again. “… I do make myself clear, don’t I? My suggestion is the last resort, and you’ve run out-“ Kyuken blabbered proudly only to be stomped by an angry Zirconis. “No! No way in heaven or hell are we going to waste a granting wish on your fetishes!” he roared at the samurai ghost. It was never confirmed whether the Flying Wish Paper would come true or not… most likely not in this case, since Mura had missed the actual time of the event several months ago.
Did that mean that he was unable to get his wish granted?! That thought quickly won more space in his head as he began sweating. “… Nah, I’m panicking over nothing… nothing at all…” he tried to ensure himself to lower his pulse. He had come this far for a flying wish paper, and no matter what the result of his little, childish ‘grant my wish’ thing, then he would see it to the end…
About papers, another one suddenly spawned into the area above him. Mura’s eyes swiftly darted towards a small, blue magic circle with the Magic Council’s insignia as a rolled paper fell down. He graced it with his hand and sated his curiosity by opening the roll and take a look at what the Magic Council had sent to him. Were they keeping an eye on him? Did he gain extra duties as a Wizard Saint? Or was this just a ‘Merry Christmas’ message sent to everyone? Upon reading the content of this paper, Mura realized that it was a warning and a call for all mages in Fiore to respond. A new threat was near…
Wasn’t it the third time this year? Mura could have sworn that invasions arrived and departed in the blink of an eye. The only differences were the seasons, the descriptions of these… uh, creatures, and the preferred resolve to be a diplomatic solution. Upon reading that specific key word ‘diplomatic’, a certain small, black-haired Guildmaster with a keen sense of word articulation popped up in his head. She would be the perfect partner! If successful, she could likely just talk the invaders to submission - he had seen that ability of hers firsthand.
“I better go find her… and everyone else.”