Whiteness, Redness, Blackness - ( FAMINE FINAL / KILL)

The mage clutched the tome against her chest and turned her head, prompting a few of the snowflakes on top of her hair to flutter down. Her breath was visible condensing in front of her cut lips which she would often sink her teeth into. “You're the biggest hypocrite I’ve seen!...-” She could feel the back of her eyes stinging with what could have been tears “Monsters don’t just go away; your hands are bloodied. I’ve seen what you can do.” she barked between gritted teeth, looking him over with glowering eyes. “You are just as awful if not worse and you have the nerve to come to preach about my existence!?...”

They shouldn’t exist. Either of them, she had seen timelines where things were different…. But this was the course that had been taken.

“Yes, Maybe we shouldn’t be here, everything shouldn’t have happened to us. Things would be different if we had just went back to Fairy Tail together in the first place, but that’s not how it happened!-” She contested. Famine was a person who would rather live with her mistakes every moment than forget a single thing for an instant.

“I know exactly who I am, your the one that's oblivious.” As she spoke again, That aura around her began to intensify. If there were any life around her on this barren mountainside, she was certain it would wither just by being in her range and die.  Lance might even feel himself becoming uneasy if he approached, dizzy, sickly even... -Famine made sure of this so he would keep his distance. She had seen the vision, she’d seen them fighting, she didn’t want that to unravel but that fate may have already been written


“Do you understand--? I can’t fix me, I can’t undo what I’ve built nor change what I’ve destroyed.”

Lance Had a lot to say to her, and to Famine, half of it went in one ear and out the other. Simply an emotional banter… but some points did stick and she would address them…  The encounter was uncomfortable and Famine struggled to stay closed mouth. Maybe the air was blowing the snow harder but she felt colder in the face than before.  It couldn’t be the nervousness and ---it couldn't be that he was right… could it?

Famine already blamed herself for plenty of things, and the past few months had been the most somber of her moments. She killed, yes, but Jade’s blood was not among the stains already on her hands. --Famine didn’t take kindly to this blame. If she thought Jade was worth killing she would have done it herself...and If she thought she was worth protecting she would have tried better to protect her.. Truth be told… Famine felt indifferent about the teen. She didn’t love her even if they had called her mother... There were few things she loved.

“Jade was ill minded: must have gotten it from her father. What did you really expect sending her up Mt. Hakobe? She turned up dead on her own accord.”

A hand fell away from the book she held to her chest and balled into a fist at her side. She glanced back over her shoulder, blue eyes narrowing to give Lance a jaded stare. The witches’ reserve was turning to agitation now.

“If you want me to be honest, you are weak, you are pathetic, Lance.” She growled between her teeth with venom practically dripping from her voice. She’d tried her damndest… and to be called a failure?--- She did try, she did conquer at one point… but Lance also had a point. She failed and she hated it….more than anything. Her breathing felt ragged now, and emotional turmoil rolled through her mind.

“...To think I ever felt–” She quivered and the air began to feel heavier


“You.”

If this journey of hers had a lesson, anything at all, it was this: Passion grows jagged, and people always destroyed what they loved.

“I h-hate you Lance Knighthunter and what you represent, Why are you haunting me. It's over!” She yanked down the collar of her coat past her neck to show him the pale skin scarred from where she’d had Elijah, the 3rd heir of Basilisk Fang, burn the Fairy Tail mark from her skin.

“Now, Why are you here!? To end it?!” She knew this time he was not here to simply taunt her. This time it was personal.

Checkmate

Azure irises flashed crimson before returning to their normal hue and Famine heard the faint snapping of a chain echo in her mind. She moved a hand to hold her eye. She…Could no longer see what her future held, and no longer predict her opponent's next move.

“Lance…?” She started quietly, confused, shoulders quivering “What did you do?” she growled with hands clutching at her face. Looking between her fingers she saw the snow beneath her glowing red. She did try to use her teleport to evade the magic circle but it was as if her magic, arc of time, had been destroyed completely.

“That– means…” She gripped her hair and scrunched her eyes painfully as certain memories and elements of her personality tried to sort them self out now that something else was in her head where Arc of time was not. Soul. She felt several emotions she had not genuinely felt in years; notable guilt

Famine looked up now, her left eye was severely dilated, black to the edges of her blue iris, and the right one otherwise normal. Eris wasn’t the only mistake she’d made… Eris was just the soul It started with the book.

"You know I don't want to kill you right?" The air was getting heavy because of the red ring under her. She was dizzy, but she could hold her ground against him- “Shadow Make: Spikes.” Large black needles erupted from the ground in front of her. Forming a barrier Lance would have to get through in order to even harm her.

She looked around frantically at the black wall of spikes protruding. She was lucky he hadn’t impaled himself on this spell trying to attack her. “I remember… before I used this magic to kill people… Heero would always have me use maker magic to create stupid things he needed… Usually, they were tankards for the bar,” She said with a weak chuckle. She lowered her hand and dropped the wall of spikes, watching them seep back into the ground and back into her shadow as she looked across to Lance, brandishing his claws.

She could still make things… that didn’t kill people, right?

She cupped her hands at her chest, using the black mass of shadow make magic to create a rose. Her dilated eye fell on the flower in her hand. “But…That was before I was betrayed– before he threw me in prison.” The rose grew a few thorns that stabbed into her hand where she held it. Tears stung the back of her eyes “All of them turned their fucking backs on me after I came back with that damn book. Until I met Eris!— What did you do…? Her and I signed an oath…!”

The ground she stood felt like it was tilting; Her balance was fragile. It was like she was standing on a raft in the middle of the ocean. “It’s really too late for any of us to apologize. How long has it been now.” She held her head, blinking. “How many years?” She looked at the ground where snow started to gather on top of the book, dilated eye reverberating as she dropped the black flower, steeping towards the The Tome of Famine on the ground.

“This. This here is all I have left, I found it in a place like this. It was so cold.” She reached down for her tome.