Yet today was different, not everyone in Magnolia was enjoying life to the fullest. As the heel of his boots clacked against the stone pavement with every step, various Magnolians would turn away from the merchant stalls and look anxious at the tall man who marched down the street. Even though they didn't know who he was, it was crystal clear that he had malicious intent. His entire demeanor screamed nothing except war, from the way he walked to the stern look on his face. Also, the two large warhounds that walked behind him really helped his case. Roughly the size of a car the hounds, which Dahau referred to as his Garm, glared at everyone who stood to close. A tarlike substance drooled from their massive maws every time they growled.
Dahau's cloak fluttered behind him, revealing the emblem of the dark guild Errings Rising. Which some of the townsfolk started to recognize. And some realized who this enigmatic yet dangerous stranger might be. Scared they whispered at each other; 'That's Errings Rising! What is a member of that guild doing here.' 'It can't be! Weren't they last seen in Hostia?' 'Hostia? Do you mean that town they attacked! 'Why is he walking here in the open like that!'
Dahau ignored the masses around him, they were right to fear him if he wanted he could easily obliterate this part of town without even lifting a single finger. His Garm alone could ravage through the streets, spilling blood unlike anything else. However today he was in Magnolia for an entirely different reason, there was an old war to settle. Once and for all.
After the events in Hostia the war machine from Errings Rising ventured out on his own because among the spoils Dahau had found something he thought long gone. From there on out he had followed a breadcrumb trail all across Fiore. Until he realized he had to go to the place where everyone thought it ended, he had to go to Magnolia. Unfortunately, Magnolia and its protectors weren't particularly fond of dark mages, especially one whose origin could trace all the way back to Savage Skull. Yet because of their old hatred, Dahau knew that any Fairy Tail wouldn't just simply come to his aid. He needed to scheme, he needed to submit one, he needed just the right leverage to make the right one bend his knee... and Dahau knew just the one.
Dahau ventured away from the main street, came around the corner only to set foot on a small clearing in the middle of the town. A small square with various small shops around and more importantly a school for children. And it was there Daha came eye to eye with the one he was looking for. Word may have gotten around, as the Fairy Tail mage was waiting for him. He stared at Dahau, who glared back in return. But for a moment Dahau's eyes shifted away from the Fairy to a small white-haired girl standing partly behind him. Dahau's stern face changed, his eyes glistened with malicous intent as the corners of his mouth twirled up into an ominous yet conceited smirk.
*Well... look at that... leverage* he thought to himself, right before his eyes turned towards the mage again.
'Hello there Leonard, it's good to finally meet you' he eventually said after a few seconds passed. His tone dripping with arrogance and anything but good intentions. 'I know we've never met eye to eye, yet you and I are undoubtedly bound by fate. I was there you know. That day the people started to herald you as a hero... when you fought my puppets... so by now you might have realized who I might be. So let me formally introduce myself.'
Dahau placed his right hand against his chest and took a small polite bow, which felt more condescending. 'I'm Dahau, the very puppeteer behind that day'
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