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The year was X725, the Fairy Tail mage guild was filled with youth, and new powerful mages. Today was a calm day for the guild, only because the loudest member of the guild was out on a mission. His name is Makarov Dreyar, at 29 years old Makarov is one of the guilds powerhouses, and a S-Class Wizard.
Inside the friendly guild, a young boy with jet black hair, and black eyes ran excitedly around the guild. Waiting for his father's return. He was commonly known to be the son of Makarov, and a soon to be prodigy. Ivan ran to the bar greeting the 2nd master of Fairy Tail, Master Precht.
“Master, when is my dad suppose to come back?” The young boy stared up at the man, who sat idly on the bar stool. He wasn’t drinking but the man insisted on staying with the rest of the guild rather than being in his confined office.
“I’m not sure, maybe you should ask your mother, I’m sure she would know.” Precht smiled at the youngin as he skipped to the stairs. Turning back, Ivan made a glance around the guild before he rushed up the stairs to find his mother.
As Ivan bounced upstairs, he looked around the second floor for his mother, not many were allowed upstairs, but all the S-Class mages that were taking a break from missions were relaxing on the top floor.
In the back corner of the second floor, stood Ivan’s mother. In the young boys eyes, she was the most beautiful women that he has laid eyes on, granted it was his mother, but the rest of the guild would agree. She wore a short blue sundress that reached her thighs, the small spaghetti straps fit snug on her tan shoulders. She has long wavy black hair, and crystal blue eyes. She wasn’t petite but she wasn’t big either, dense muscle shaped her body in the best ways possible.
“Mommy!” Ivan called to her, as she turned, he noticed her face was flushed, and her eyes were red. As he ran into her arms, he placed his small hand on her face, “Mommy why are you crying?”
“It’s nothing darling.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, “Now why are you running around the guild like a crazy little boy?” She snuggled her face into Ivan’s making him giggle.
“I wanted to know when dad was coming home? He said when he got back he’d teach me magic.”
“Did he now? But don’t you want to be a water mage like your mother?” Ivan wiggled out of his mother’s hold, then landing on the ground.
“No, I wanna learn Shikigami magic!” His mother stared at him with wide eyes, “But Ivan, don’t you want to learn a magic that’s less, dark?”
“Why won’t you or dad teach me?” Ivan began to get tears in his eyes. Makarov and Sylvia wanted to make their son as happy as possible, but when he first showed interest in magic, it was dark magic. Shikigami magic was not one for children to learn, let alone a member of a legal guild.
“Honey, we want you to be yourself, but Shikigami magic is dangerous, you’re too young to learn magic that powerful. Maybe when you’re older and can control your magic we’ll teach you.” Sylvia kneeled in front of her son, wrapping him in a hug.
“I love you mommy.” The young boy muttered into his mother's plush chest. Releasing him from her embrace, the woman ushered him down the stairs and towards the library, where his training to learn magic started.
Not long after, Sylvia left her son in the library and headed for Master Precht; who still sat idly at the bar. As she walked, she couldn’t help but to place her hand on her stomach, the idea of another life growing inside of her excited her. But it also put fear in her mind, as the intense feeling of darkness plagued to air of the lively guild. As she sat carefully on the bar stool, she could feel the gaze of her master on her.
“I can feel darkness coming this way.” She spoke quietly, so nobody in the guild would hear her, but Precht. He hummed lowly, agreeing with her. He stroked his beard slowly pondering on his next words.
“When will Makarov be back?” He glanced towards the young woman, hoping to hear a good answer. She was never wrong with these types of things.
“He won’t make it back until it was too late.” Sylvia’s eyes were dull, empty. It was as if somebody suddenly sucked the life out of her. “Why do things like this have to happen?” She eyes shot back to the 2nd guild master.
“My child, we’ve been over this, everybody has a destiny. And sometimes certain people don’t have the right push to get them there. So we have sacrifices, to get special people where they need to be. This guild would fall to its knees if this plan doesn’t work out. And then you will be the one responsible for the downfall of Fairy Tail.”
“But master, we-I can’t do this now.” Her hand slowly travels down to her lower stomach.
“This is happening, whether you like it or not. And Makarov is not to know about your pregnancy.” The man got up from his seat at the bar and started for his office. “Master! Wait!” Sylvia rushed towards him, “Can you at least see if you know the gender?”
He smiled sadly, “It’s almost too early to tell, but I have a slight sense, that it's a girl.” Tears filled the young womans eyes, as she watched her master walk away into the long dark hallway. Her son. He always wanted to be a older brother. She ran up to her hiding spot on the second floor, in the dark corner.
She fingered her necklace that held her wedding ring. Sylvia grinned as she remembered the day that Makarov proposed to her. He was so nervous, and when the ring was too small, Makarov nearly had a heart attack. To calm his nerves, she merely took the gold chain that he gave her on their two year anniversary. She told him that she liked that it was closer to her heart. It was in a place where she could remember how much she loved him.
Sylvia slid into the farthest booth from the stairs. Curling up against the wall, she let herself listen to all the sounds of the guild she’d grown to love.
Hours later, Sylvia was woken up by the sounds of her guild mates grunting and swearing. But there was one noise that made her shot out of the booth. It was Ivan. His high pitched shrill, was ear splitting, but it shot fear into Sylvia. Rushing down the stairs, the young woman nearly tripped over a unconscious Porlyusica. Her pink hair was matted with blood, and her clothes were torn to pieces.
As she glanced around the guild, she noticed that Master Precht was nowhere to be found. Disgust ran through her as she ran for the center of the action. Bob, Rob, and Goldmine all swayed on their feet as they took hit after hit from the enemy. Yajima stood on the second floor with a concentrated look on his face.
Ivan was nowhere to be seen. Frantically, she rushes around the guild
“Yo, Yajima! Any luck trying to contact Makarov?” Goldmine shouted he stood his own against one of the biggest attackers. Blood dripped down from Goldmine’s forehead, clotting in his eye, forcing him to keep it shut for the remainder of the fight.
“I got nothing! He’s too far awa…” Yajimas voice slurred as he fell from the second story. Within seconds everybody in the guild started dropping like flies.
“Guys it’s a sleep spell! Try to stay awake…” Rob swayed on his feet, and then fell to the floor. Just like everybody else, Sylvia fell to her knees, fighting the sleep spell. Suddenly the guild doors busted open in a large man walked in. She could only guess he was the leader of this operation.
Leaning up against a random table, Sylvia gripped the edge of the wooden furniture, splinters littered her skin. The pain shot up her arm as she gripped the table with every last bit of strength she had left. It was long after that the spell started taking affect on her.
But just before she fell to the ground, she saw him. Her son, lying on the floor near the door of the guild. Blood seeped out from a gash on his forehead, and blood slowly dripped out of his mouth. He laid there unmoving. It was as if he was dead, and the sad part about it was, Sylvia believed he was.