Prologue :
Path to her Demise
Heavy intake of the air, perennial gasping as the cold sweat dribbles from every aspects of her anatomy. Each conducted step is equivalent to being burdened by hoisting tons. The circulation of her blood as the veins has been punctured, for a numerous gapes has triggered it to leak outside of her body. Her consciousness was gradually fading; her vision is beginning to completely bedim.❝ T-This is – ❞Bam.Plummeted to the virescent grass like a soulless body, the light reflected on her eyes has utterly vanished.The dearth of the sufficient vigor and strength has brought her to this particular ordeal. Foolish, indeed, as she charged in head-on with bursting at the steams of confidence regarding the possessed strength. Now, the risible courage has jilted her entirely. Copious of skirmishes did she sheathe her sword for the guild’s sake. A mystery on how she vanquished the vigorous foes as no existing logic would be apt to yield a reasonable answer. Bonds? It might be due of that invisible thing; however, oceans, mountains and miles away from her hometown, it is not them who she would be protecting. Their lives are not at stake, only hers. Who would she fight for now? Who would she be her source of strength is nowhere nearby?●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬●「♔」●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬●A neoteric posted request pinned on the ligneous board situated on the second floor was capturing the attention of the decrepit master of the said guild. Outlining his beard as he thoroughly read the eye-captivating, disturbing texts on the paper.◤ WANTED! S-Class Mage.
Defeat the Dark Guild: Posse of Infinite. ◢The constituent words seem to be imprinted with pure crimson, evokes one of a blood. His curiosity was piqued; a name unknown to their domain.Meanwhile,As the scarlet-haired mage wandered around the boisterous tranquil town of Magnolia, with the absence of her towering heap of wagon, she adjudicated to breathe a fresh air whilst her hazel optics darted from each marge as scrutinise the townspeople, accomplishing their typical routine. However, the striking hue of her tresses and emanating allure is the wellspring of her pilfering the spotlight amid the crowd, for several of the citizens that are knowledgeable of her stupendous reputation. Titania, Erza Scarlet, the name has conquered amongst the terrain that even her own adversaries have discerned of it at least once from the bavardage lips of the people.❛ Ah, Erza-san! Taking a walk? You should visit our shop often! ❜An elderly vociferated in the attempts of seizing Scarlet's attention, laced with a welcoming and amiable intonation. Waving a hoisted hand while the other was flexed at her posterior, she is allocated at the hatch of ancient yet prospering outlet.❝ Yes, of course. I shall be taking your kind offer some other time. Thank you ❞Despite adopting a gentle tone, the brass nature of hers could not be concealed as the coarseness of her voice is still prevalent in the verbalisation, no matter how hard she assays. Thus, trotters pursued in its cycle of stride, yet each solitary of the folks that are effortlessly pinpointing her from the efflux of throng is greeting her one by one. It is not nuisance or exasperating at all since for the redhead, it is an unparalleled sign of their acquaintance.After a traipse around the cordial town of Magnolia, the concurrent terminus is at the serene riverbank whilst she perched. A refreshed exhaled has been expelled from her brims, this is definitely under the category of the moments of halcyon. Thus, vertical rear reclined until the contact on the turf. Sheerly braced by the freshness of the gelid zephyr and the sound emanated by the sluice of the tributary, the redhead drowned into her own slumber.Half an hour have been consumed, the weather transitioned quite vehemently. The vicious draft colliding her visage triggered her to awaken; thus, she elevated her upper extremities up, dourly discrening her circumambient.❝ What? Have I been asleep for a long time? ❞She articulated as she was nescient of the amount of time slipping through her grasp since the nanosecond the ponderous eyelids veiled over the sepia oculars. The zephyr has been accumulating intensity and a piece of vellum was helplessly dancing along with its rhythm until it landed on her knees, outlining it as the impetus of the wind is still endeavouring to transmit it elsewhere. Upon garnering the unmitigated attention, the redhead clutched on the paper and upending it towards her. To her stupefaction, its context is entire map of Earthland. Heaving a laden suspire, judging how small Fiore, in contrast with the the neighbouring countries, currently is.❝ If an opportunity arises, then I would not hesitate to venture around the world. ❞An utterance at the extant examination of the divergent territories imprinted on the map. However, a trickle of rain's inauguration has landed on the shoulder, so it is the high time for her to return to the premises of the guild.Tracing the prior route of ambling, she advanced to the guild. Along the way, the disparate of the people’s actions is apparent, for the patchy precipitation that preceded the somber clouds. Several outspread their umbrella wide open atop the elevation of the crown, while the others sprinted towards some shade to shield them from being drenched or exposed at an extensive amount of time which may lead to catching a cold. Her heels never ceased from its succession regardless of the deluge showering her entirely. It is nothing major for her to fret over with. Moreover, the guild’s structure has reached her sight, shortening the proximity with her pace would not lavish a cycle of a minute.Upon reaching the guildhall, there are a few members in-sight, mayhaps they have keenly foreseen the weather and headed straight home or adjudicated not to evince their visage from the guild. Her features is thoroughly dampened, catching the perturbation of her guildmates, truly the spectrum of people that she would categorically address as a family. However, she spurned their proffers of hot beverage or warm articles of garments in prevention for an illness that may befall. The guild master wasted no time, summoning the redhead to his office, he pondered upon the fact that deploying the knight on this mission would be wise.Handing over the request paper that bugged him earlier to the redhead that answered his summoned, he assigned her to accomplish the job with her utmost best. Reading upon the contents, Scarlet had an eerie feeling lurking on her subconsciousness as she judges and examines the request as a whole. The texts are zany and eldritch. Furthermore, the location would be beyond the boundaries of Fiore. As she has murmured earlier to herself; this opportunity might slip her hand if she did not grasp it. It is distant and unfamiliar. However, it is a job that is directed to her personally by her reverence, Makarov Dreyar. Surely, not a mistake would occur.❝ I’ll bring back good news and honour for this guild. ❞Her pride speaking directly from her mouth, she assured confidently. Sliding the folded paper into small pockets on the side of her azure skirt, she excused herself from the spacious, yet dignified room. Sauntering down the wide staircase, the whitette barmaid attempted to grab her attention.❝ Erza, care for some dessert? ❞She questioned, her elbow elevated 90 degrees to her shoulder, hand flat, supporting the tray where the drinks stood.❝ I’ll pass, for now, thank you. ❞Responding as a slight smile was etched on her visage, the redhead continued ambling to where her wagon- filled with suitcases- is located. Crouching to reach for its handle which is lying down, the redhead then sauntered outside with it following her. Her goal: The train station. It would be a long and exhausting journey ahead of her. Stepping on the platform, she awaits its arrival. Her eyelid completely shut, until she discerned the tumult resonating from the train. Through every second, the noise is getting closer. Soon, the structure itself flashed in front of her, triggering a gust of wind to resonate at the perimeter. The door separating as it produces a gape for people to enter and vice versa. The redhead marched inside, finding an empty seat, she relaxed herself from the comfort of the velvety seats.In a few minutes, the train departed, her mahogany hues fixated at the sight of Magnolia that is slowly becoming distant. Heart throbbing in a farcical manner, what might be the reason? She dreads upon the feeling that her return would be far in the future, nor never. Increasing her intake of air, she composed herself, attempting to assimilate a serene atmosphere, in order to calm the racing beat.❝ I would surely be back in this place. As soon as possible.❞Unbeknownst to her the cataclysm that would befall her on this venture of hers, may she be prepared to accumulate herself from the strident truth.