Fairy Tail's Yellow Flash

by Cynical049

Summary:

After escaping the Tower of Heaven, Erza and Minato arrive in Magnolia with only scars, secrets, and each other. Guided by the dying wish of a friend, they seek out Fairy Tail—a guild as chaotic as it is kind.

As they begin to heal, train, and forge new bonds, they learn that strength isn’t just about magic—it’s about family, too. But the past doesn’t let go easily… and the Tower still casts a long shadow.

Notes:

I... don't know what to say about this one. I've already pre-written the first five chapters. I would say expect a release every 5 days, but I'm also an impatient bastard, so I might release the five chapters within three days of each other rather than five.

Chapter 1: Tunnel to Hell

-Isolated island in the southeastern sea of Fiore, X775-

 

A small blond boy groaned as he struggled to lift himself. His gaze flickered from left to right, taking in his surroundings. A filthy, dark jail, it seemed. Other people. Old and young. They looked at him with pity and… resignation? A slight panic erupted in his chest. Where was he? Where were his parents? Where—?

 

"Easy," A calm, gentle voice called out. The boy's blue eyes snapped over to the owner of the voice. An old man, though it looked like he was injured, beaten.

 

"Where—?" the boy croaked out.

 

"Later," the old man spoke regretfully, "For now, try to center yourself. Who are you? How old are you? Where are you from?"

 

The boy fell silent before speaking softly, "My name is Minato Namikaze, I am ten years old. I'm from Marigold village."

 

The old man nodded, giving Minato a small, somber smile, "My name is Rob. A pleasure to meet you, Minato. I just wish it were under better circumstances. What is the last thing you remember?"

 

"It's fuzzy," Minato said, wincing. His hand reached up instinctively to his head, fingers probing the tender spot where a throbbing ache pulsed. "There was... screaming. Houses were burned, people killed. My mother..." He trailed off, eyes wide with sudden fear. "My father! What happened to them?"

 

"We are all captives here," the old man replied, his voice a soft blanket of sorrow. "Taken by malevolent forces we don't understand."

 

"I don't—"

 

"It's work time, you rotten rats!" A gruff voice growled. Heavy footsteps echoed as the clang of a key tore through the silence. The door swung open, causing each of the prisoners to flinch.

 

"Get moving!" the guard sneered, his face twisted with sadistic glee. He reached down and hauled Minato out from his shared cell, throwing him onto the floor. Minato grunted as he hit the floor with a thud. His eyes refocused at the sudden light, taking in his surroundings. He felt his heart drop. There were others, so many others. All dirty and bruised while being corralled from their cells. More adults and children were scattered about, working under the watchful oversight of guards armed with whips and scorn.

 

He felt a warm hand pat his back. It was Rob, his face a mixture of pity and stubbornness, "Stay strong, Minato."

 

He was shoved toward a group of children around his age, each wearing the same expression of hopeless resolve, except for one blue-haired boy.

 

With bright, defiant eyes, the boy leaned closer. "They got you too, huh?" His voice was a whisper but carried above the noise of chains and shuffling feet.

 

Minato's mind spun. "Where are we?"

 

"Dunno exactly. Only that they call it 'Paradise'." The blue-haired boy scoffed as he mimicked the guards' voices with a sneer. "I'm Jellal, by the way."

 

"Minato," he replied, grateful for any connection in this new nightmare. Eventually, they arrived at a large, open quarry.

 

Hundreds of slaves toiled under the scorching sun, swinging pickaxes at unyielding stone and hauling massive carts filled with rubble. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their whips cracking against the backs of those who faltered.

 

"What are they building?" Minato whispered, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic clanging of metal against rock.

 

Jellal shrugged, his face darkening. "Something called the R-System. They don't tell us much, just work until you drop."

 

Minato cringed slightly, "Then there's nothing we know about it?"

 

"Nope," Jellal snarled darkly, "They just say that this is a Tower to Heaven."

 

Minato looked down, "Seems more like a tunnel to hell."

 

Jellal's laugh was bitter but quiet. "You got that right." He looked around furtively before leaning closer. "But we won't be here forever. I'm going to escape someday."

 

A whip cracked nearby, making both boys flinch. A guard towered over them, his shadow stretching long and menacing across the ground.

 

"No talking! Get to work!" The guard thrust pickaxes into their hands. The tools were almost too heavy for Minato to lift, but he managed, mimicking the other children's movements.

 

For hours, they labored under the relentless sun, and by sundown, Minato could barely feel his body as his hands blistered and bled.

 

Minato's legs trembled with each step as the guards ushered them back to their cells. His shoulders hunched forward, the weight of exhaustion pulling him toward the ground. He'd never known such fatigue could exist.

 

"You'll get used to it," Jellal whispered beside him, though his own voice was ragged. "First day's always the worst."

 

Back in the dank cell, Rob was waiting, his weathered face creasing with concern as he examined Minato's raw hands. Without a word, he tore a strip from his already tattered shirt and wrapped the cloth around the boy's palms.

 

"Thank you," Minato murmured, wincing as the fabric pressed against his open blisters.

 

"We take care of each other here," Rob replied softly. "It's the only way to survive."

 

"How long have you been here?" Minato murmured, flexing his hands.

 

"Years," he sighed. Minato's face snapped to him in shock.

 

"Years?" he whispered.

 

"Too many to count," Rob admitted, his eyes distant with memory. "I was a guild wizard once. From Fairy Tail."

 

"A wizard?" Minato's voice held a tinge of excitement despite his exhaustion.

 

"Yes," the old man nodded, a flash of happiness and nostalgia going through his mind, "Do you know what magic is, Minato?"

 

"I do," Minato nodded, "I kind of studied it a bit in Marigold."

 

Rob's gaze shifted in interest, "Oh? What did you study?"

 

"I studied the Sealing Arts," Minato murmured quietly.

 

Rob felt his jaw slacken. Sealing Arts? The predecessor to Letter Magic? But Letter Magic is already hard enough to learn, and it's said the Sealing Arts are far more complicated. How has this boy learned them?

 

"Who taught you such things?"

 

"A wandering hermit," Minato admitted, "He dropped by every now and then, tutoring me for a day before leaving the next. He would leave behind books and a goal for me to meet for his next visit. I guess I'm actually kind of self-taught, but he did come to check up on my progress and offer advice."

 

Rob stared at Minato, eyes glimmering with newfound respect. "A self-taught sealing artist at your age... remarkable."

 

Minato shrugged, embarrassed by the attention. "It's nothing special. I just... understand patterns well."

 

Rob chuckled with a small smile, "Well, you should rest, Minato. Tomorrow will be just as harsh as today."

 

Minato nodded grimly. Seating himself near a corner. The exhaustion of today had finally hit him in full force as his lids became lead, bringing him into a dreamless sleep.

 

 

 

Days melted into weeks, weeks into months. The Tower of Heaven grew taller against the horizon, built on the backs of slaves and the foundation of their suffering. Each morning brought the same routine: wake at dawn to moldy bread and brackish water, then twelve hours of backbreaking labor before returning to cells too cramped for comfort.

 

One day, he saw another kid fall, and the guards growled at him, "Stand up, you little runt!"

 

Minato flinched as the whip cracked against the boy's back. Minato bit his lip before shaking his head. He couldn't let this stand. He bolted over and covered the boy's body with his own. He flinched as the whip lashed against his skin.

 

"What the hell?" the guard bit out in anger and surprise. This kid was…

 

Fast… the younger boy murmured, his eyes wide.

 

"Hurting him won't produce results," he grunted in pain, "You'll only make him work more slowly!"

 

The guard's face contorted with rage. "You dare speak to me, slave?" He raised his whip again, eyes gleaming with cruel intent.

 

"Wait." Another guard approached, his voice measured. "The blond one's right. Dead slaves don't build towers." He gestured with his chin. "Get back to work, both of you. Double shifts for the troublemaker."

 

Minato helped the boy to his feet. The child, no more than ten, stared at him with wide, frightened eyes.

 

"Thank you," he whispered.

 

Minato gave him a strained smile, helping him up, "No worries. I'm Minato. What's your name?"

 

The kid sniffled, taking Minato's hand, "Sawyer."

 

Minato nodded, "Let's get back to work, Sawyer, before they change their minds."

 

The boy nodded gratefully, working alongside his fellow blond. Later that night, Rob was tenderly applying a cold cloth to Minato's new scar.

 

"That was very ill-advised," Rob murmured, though Minato could detect a hint of approval in his voice.

 

"You're remarkably fast, you know that?" Rob commented, remembering his shock at how quickly Minato had bolted across the quarry. He had turned into a yellow blur.

 

Minato shrugged, "The hermit told me the same thing. I don't know what to say; I've always been fast. Even back in the village, I was known for it. I used to race the older kids for fun."

 

Rob nodded, his eyes narrowing in thought, Such natural swiftness is remarkably unique.

 

As time passed, Minato worked his hands to their bone marrow when another kid was thrown into his and Rob's cell. It was a girl in rags, though the most noticeable thing about her was her vibrant red hair.

 

Minato watched as the guards shoved her forward, causing her to stumble and fall to her knees. Unlike him when he first arrived, there were no tears in her eyes—only a burning defiance that seemed at odds with her trembling hands.

 

"Are you alright?" Rob asked, his voice gentle as he helped the girl to her feet.

 

She nodded stiffly, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor. Her red hair fell in tangled curtains around her face, hiding her expression.

 

"I'm Rob," the old man continued, "and this is Minato. What's your name?"

 

"Erza," she whispered after a long pause. "Just Erza."

 

Minato shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to say. The girl's posture reminded him of a cornered animal, ready to either flee or fight at the slightest provocation.

 

"They took your village too?" he finally asked.

 

Erza's head snapped up, revealing a single brown eye—the other covered by her bangs. The visible eye narrowed. "Rosemary Village. They killed everyone who resisted."

 

Rob placed a weathered hand on her shoulder. "You're not alone anymore, child. We look after our own here."

 

"I don't need looking after," she insisted, but her voice cracked on the last word. Minato shook his head.

 

"In this place, you do," he murmured bitterly.

 

The following morning, they were thrown back into work. Minato noticed how the guards singled Erza out, pushing her harder than the others. When she stumbled under the weight of a stone too heavy for her small frame, a whip cracked against her back.

 

"Work faster, red hair!" the guard snarled. A pattern he had noticed. They target the newest ones first in an attempt to break their will. That evening, when they were herded back to their cells, Minato noticed Erza limping slightly. Her hands were raw, blood seeping through her fingers. Minato's eyes softened as he tore a piece of his own clothing and wrapped it around her hands, just as Rob had done for him a few months prior.

 

Erza flinched at his touch, her posture rigid.

 

"You'll get used to the pain," Minato said quietly, securing the makeshift bandage. "Not that you should have to."

 

"Why are you helping me?" Suspicion laced her voice.

 

Minato gave her a raised brow, "Is there a reason I shouldn't? You're not secretly a killer, are you?"

 

Erza's eye widened, and for a brief moment, her lips quirked upward. "No, I'm not a killer." The almost-smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

 

"Then there's no reason not to help," Minato said simply. "We're all we've got in here."

 

As the days turned to weeks, Minato found himself gravitating toward Erza during work shifts. Eventually, she slowly opened up to Minato. Though she kept her own counsel for the most part, Minato could see the fire behind her eye that matched the color of her hair. She was a fighter, this girl, even if she didn't know it yet.

 

One day, as they chipped away at the unyielding stone side by side, Erza spoke without prompting.

 

"How do you do it?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the rhythmic clinking of pickaxes.

 

"Do what?" Minato wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead.

 

"Stay so... calm. Like you're not even afraid."

 

Minato paused, considering her question. "I am afraid," he admitted. "But fear leads to inaction, inaction leads to stagnation, and stagnation leads to death. And I have no plans on dying anytime soon."

 

Erza stared at him, her single visible eye widening slightly. "That's... a strange way of thinking."

 

"Is it?" Minato shrugged, swinging his pickaxe with practiced precision. "The hermit used to always say that a clear mind is the strongest asset you can have."

 

"What was the hermit like?"

 

Minato paused for a moment, a fond, exasperated smile blooming on his face.

 

"He was a pervert," he chuckled lightly, "every time he would visit, the moments where he wouldn't be tutoring me, he would be off ogling the women of Marigold village."

 

Erza's face scrunched up in confusion, "A pervert? And he taught you magic?"

 

Minato gave a loud laugh, startling Erza. The blond boy had always seemed so quiet and composed.

 

"Despite his obvious flaws—" Erza snorted as Minato continued, "he was smart. He could create these intricate seal matrices that would leave me floundering. He was also the only one that fostered my speed…"

 

"Fostered?"

 

Minato nodded, "I was fast naturally, but he really put me through the ringer. He would add these sealing formulas on my legs that would dampen my mobility, forcing me to put more effort into my legs. When he finally released the seals, I was fast. I mean, really fast!"

 

Erza fell silent, processing his words. Then, with a decisive nod, she returned to her work, swinging her pickaxe with renewed vigor.

 

As the months dragged on, Minato noticed subtle changes in the red-haired girl. Her shoulders straightened, her gaze became steadier, and occasionally, when the guards weren't looking, she would help the younger children with their loads. She seemed especially protective of Sho.

 

Later that night, Minato noticed Erza curl into herself, her shoulders shaking. He bit his lips, conflicted. Should he go and comfort her? Would she even want him to comfort her? He gave her one last look before turning to Rob, giving her the dignity of private grief. As he moved to Rob, he noticed the old man etching something into the stone walls.

 

"What's that?" Minato whispered quietly, kneeling down to take a closer look.

 

Rob gave a small, wistful smile as his fingers traced the mark. It looked like a bird with a rather long tail.

 

"The Fairy Tail guild mark. A reminder of freedom."

 

Minato sat down. Over the past few months, he learned more about Rob and his past, but he never did ask directly about his guild.

 

"Tell me more," Minato requested softly, his gaze focused on the old man.

 

Rob's eyes lit up with a burning flame- as if the memories of Fairy Tail had brought back his youthful vigor.

 

"Fairy Tail is far more than a guild, Minato! It's a family. We fight, we laugh, we cry! Our Master, and my old friend, Makarov always said that magic isn't just power; it's heart and will!"

 

From her corner, Erza's shoulders stopped shaking, listening.

 

"What kind of magic do you use?" she asked quietly but no less curious.

 

"Fire magic," Rob replied, lifting his palm as if he could still cast a spell.

 

"What was the guild like?" Minato asked, leaning forward eagerly. Despite his aching muscles and the cold stone beneath him, stories of the outside world were precious treasures.

 

"Fairy Tail is chaos incarnate," Rob laughed quietly, the memories of the many, many, many bar fights still etched into his mind, "You will never find a guild that's more than willing to pummel it's own members while still putting their own lives on the line to save them!"

 

Erza had inched closer, her single visible eye wide with wonder. "And... everyone had magic?"

 

"Oh, yes," Rob nodded with a quiet grin, "There were many types of magics used. There was flame magic, ice magic, puppet magic, script magic, and even people that could talk to animals!"

 

"Could I..." Erza hesitated, then forced the words out. "Could I learn magic too?"

 

"Anyone with the dedication can learn," Rob replied gently. "Magic flows through all living things but manifests differently in each person."

 

Minato glanced at his calloused hands. "Even here?"

 

"Especially here," Rob nodded fiercely, his expression brimming with a burning passion, "The darker the pit of despair you are in, the brighter the light at the end shines!"

 

Erza's eye widened at Rob's words, a flicker of hope igniting in her gaze for the first time since her arrival. Minato felt something stir within him, too—a desperate yearning for that light Rob spoke of.

 

 

One night, Minato found himself staring intently at the lock, his eyes focused as a multitude of thoughts ran through his mind. He wanted to escape; that was obvious. But how? To use seals, he needed ink and paper. Minato cringed sightly, the hermit's words coming back to him.

 

"The end goal of a Seal Master is to inscribe seals without ink! It's a high skill and ability, but absolutely worth the rigorous training!"

 

Minato sighed, and apparently, Erza had heard him. As time passed, Erza would slowly open up to Minato. He and Erza were often separated from the others, left only with Rob. They would often huddle together for warmth.

 

"What are you thinking about?" she murmured, sitting close by.

 

"Magic," he admitted, "Seals, specifically."

 

Her head snapped over to him, a flicker of hope passing through her, "Can you use them to help us escape?"

 

"Maybe, but I have three issues," he admitted, "I need ink and paper for one, and more importantly…" he tugged at the collar around his neck. Her eyes drooped in understanding. The collars served a dual purpose; to torture them if they act out of line and to suppress anyone that could use magic. She pursed her lips in thought, before she gave soft gasp.

 

"What if we used the charcoal in the northern part of the quarry? And we can tear parts of our clothes to act as paper!" She said excitedly, keeping her voice low.

 

Minato ran the thought through his mind, his expression furrowing, "That could work, but I still have the collar…"

 

Erza looked down, her mind racing with thoughts as Minato furrowed his brow. What seals did he even have access to? Did he have any that didn't require any ethernano to activate…? A small thought entered his mind. It seemed outrageous, but it could work…

 

"Maybe," he murmured, standing abruptly, causing Erza to fall back in surprise. Minato grabbed a sharp rock and began drawing an intricate, curvy pattern into the ground, his eyes focused.

 

Erza watched, her single visible eye wide with fascination as Minato's hand moved with surprising precision. The crude pattern was elaborate—concentric circles with strange symbols between the lines.

 

"Is that a seal?" she asked, awe in her voice.

 

Minato nodded, "Yeah, but this is just a sketch. If I can apply the proper characters, I can turn a simple storage seal into a siphon and storage for ethernano."

 

"What would that do?" Erza leaned closer, trying to understand the complex design.

 

"The collar suppresses our magic," Minato explained, his finger tracing the outer ring of his drawing. "But it doesn't eliminate it completely. Think of it kind of like a dam. It's holding back our magic, not eliminating it. So, if I apply this seal to myself, I might be able to create a small funnel or channel in the dam. Which may give me just enough magic power to activate an explosive tag."

 

Erza's eye gleamed with newfound hope. "You could break us free?"

 

"Potentially. But I'd need time to prepare everything correctly," Minato whispered, brushing away his sketch with a quick sweep of his hand as footsteps approached. "One mistake and..."

 

"I'll help you the charcoal," she promised, determination hardening her features, "we could even get Jellal and the others to help!"

 

Minato frowned as he thought about it. It wasn't that he didn't trust them, it was more about secrecy. The less people know, the less chance for someone to blurt it out.

 

"Just Jellal and Simon," he nodded towards her.

 

Erza nodded in agreement. "I'll tell them tonight when the guards change shifts."

 

For the next few days, their plan took shape in hushed whispers and stolen moments. Jellal's eyes had lit up with fierce determination when Erza explained Minato's idea, while Simon remained cautious but supportive.

 

"How much charcoal will you need?" Simon asked one afternoon, carefully positioning himself to block the guards' view as Minato sketched another practice seal in the dirt.

 

"As much as possible," Minato replied, his brow furrowed in concentration. "The seal needs to be precise—one wrong stroke and it could backfire."

 

Jellal kept watch, his back to them as he pretended to work. "What about the cloth? The guards might notice if we start tearing our clothes."

 

Minato hummed to himself, closing his eyes, "I don't think they'd care. All they want from us is labor. Our state of dress could bother them less."

 

Erza nodded in agreement. "We're already in rags. They won't notice a few more tears."

 

Over the next week, they gathered supplies in secret. Simon smuggled tiny pieces of charcoal by hiding them in his mouth during work hours. Jellal created distractions when needed, drawing the guards' attention with minor infractions that earned him lashes but kept suspicion away from their activities. Erza carefully tore strips from their clothing, selecting the cleanest sections to serve as paper.

 

All the while, Minato kept carving out sketch after sketch in the dirt, his brain analyzing every component to this new seal. When it came time, the three kids and Rob huddled around Minato as he inscribed the sealing formula. His lips were set in a firm line as his two fingers, dipped in charcoal, wove intricate lines and symbols.

 

"This is so incredible," Jellal whispered, his voice filled with wonder as he watched Minato's fingers dance across the cloth. "How did you learn to do this?"

 

"Shh," Simon hissed, glancing nervously at the cell door. "Keep your voice down."

 

Minato didn't respond, his concentration absolute as he completed the final stroke. He gave a soft sigh before grabbing the cloth. He needed to apply to an area where no one would look. His chest? No, that's the first place they'd look. His brow furrowed before sighing. With the small tunic he had on, he couldn't really place it else where. He slipped it under his clothes and applied it to his chest.

 

The cloth stuck to his sweat coated skin. For a moment, nothing happened. Minato bit his lips. Did he draw it incor— Minato stiffened as he felt a spark in his chest. The others looked at him in worry, but he shook his head.

 

"I'm fine… I think," he murmured. He closed his eyes, feeling the seal slowly collecting his ethernano, drip by drip.

 

"It worked," he muttered quietly.

 

"How long before you have enough ethernano?" Jellal whispered, leaning forward eagerly.

 

Minato frowned, calculating. "A few days, maybe a week. The collar is suppressing most of my magic, so the collection is slow. I could use that time to draw an explosion seal… hopefully."

 

Simon narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean 'hopefully'?"

 

Minato cringed slightly, "I haven't actually finished an explosive tag. I was focusing on Sealing Script, not Arcane Script."

 

The group stood silent for a moment before they all blinked at him in confusion. Minato sighed, "The Sealing Arts are divided into two main branches: Sealing Script and Arcane Script. Sealing Script focuses on creating seals that store, transport, or bind objects and energies—like my storage seals. Arcane Script is about creating seals that actively manipulate elements or energies to produce effects, like explosions or barriers."

 

Jellal's face fell, his previous excitement dimming. "So this might not even work?"

 

"I didn't say that," Minato replied, his voice calm despite his own doubts. "I understand enough of the principles to create something functional. It just might not be as controlled as I'd like."

 

"Meaning?" Erza asked, her single visible eye narrowing.

 

Minato hesitated. "Meaning it could be more powerful than intended... or less. I won't know until I try."

 

Rob, who had been silent throughout their planning, finally spoke. "This is risky, children. If the guards discover what you're doing..."

 

"We'll die here anyway," Jellal cut in, his voice hard with conviction. "Slowly, breaking our backs for their 'Tower of Heaven.' I'd rather risk everything for freedom."

 

Simon nodded reluctantly. "I agree with Jellal. But we need to be smart about this."

 

Minato was quiet for a moment before speaking up, "I need to know something…" The group turned to him, his blue eyes shining with determination, "if this works, are we escaping by ourselves, or are we revolting with the others?"

 

The silence that followed his question hung heavy in the air. Jellal's eyes narrowed, a spark of something fierce igniting within them.

 

"We free everyone," Jellal declared, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of absolute conviction. "What's the point of escaping if we leave others to suffer?"

 

Erza nodded firmly. "I agree. We can't abandon the others."

 

Simon looked less sure, his practical nature asserting itself. "That's much riskier. There are hundreds of slaves and dozens of guards. We'd need more than just one explosion."

 

"Mr. Rob?" Minato asked, turning to the older man. "What do you think?"

 

The former Fairy Tail wizard sighed deeply, his weathered face lined with both wisdom and sorrow. "In my guild, we believed in never abandoning those in need. But I also don't want to see you children throw your lives away on a plan too ambitious to succeed."

 

"I don't think—" Minato paused, attempting to calm himself, "I'm not sure I could live a happy life knowing I could have saved someone and didn't even try."

 

Jellal's lips quirked into a small smile. "Then we're agreed. We free everyone."

 

The group nodded firmly, and over the course of several more days, the group collected more materials for Minato. Minato himself was sketching into the dirt whenever he could, trying to fill in the gaps in the formula with speculation. He worked through as many character combinations as he could, but without the original framework, he couldn't remember. Some parts of the formula he could speculate from context, but there were other parts that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't finish it. After four days, he had crudely finished something resembling an explosive tag.

 

"I hope this works," Minato muttered, examining the crude explosive tag in his hands. The charcoal lines were smudged in places, the cloth fraying at the edges. It was nothing like the pristine seals the hermit had shown him.

 

"It has to," Jellal replied, his voice tight with anticipation. Minato nodded, before walking up to the lock on the door. Gingerly, he placed the tag on the lock itself before rushing back to the group.

 

Minato formed a simple hand sign, concentrating on directing the stored energy into the explosive tag. The tag began to smoke slightly, but ultimately just sat there.

 

"What happened?" Erza whispered, her voice tight with disappointment.

 

"The tag wasn't written correctly," Minato murmured, his eyes analyzing the formula. He grimaced slightly as realization poured into him.

 

"This isn't going to be a quick solution," Minato warned them, "but if you're willing to keep helping me, I'll try a new formula again and again until it works."

 

"How long do you think?" Simon asked carefully.

 

"I don't know," he muttered, "there are countless combinations I could try. It'll only be through trial and error. It could be next week, or it could half a decade."

 

Jellal's face hardened, "We might not have half a decade. We should try to find another way!"

 

Minato nodded solemnly, "I know, and I understand if you do not wish to continue assisting. But that would mean leaving everyone behind, no? I refuse to do that. You all can escape. I wouldn't blame you. But I'm staying."

 

The boys stared defiantly at each other as Erza looked between the two. Shaking her head, she forced herself in between the two, "We can try both approaches can't we? We'll still help Minato as our basic plan, but that doesn't we should stop searching for alternatives."

 

Jellal considered this for a moment before giving a reluctant nod. "Fine. We'll keep all options open."

 

For months, they continued their clandestine work, the year slowly slipping from x775 to x776. However, it grew more difficult. The prisoner rotations amped up, Minato and Erza were separated from the rest most of the time, with very few days in entire months were they could actively work together. Throughout that time, Minato experimented with different seal configurations while the others kept watch and gathered materials. Each failure brought frustration, but also new insights. The explosive tags would sometimes smoke at most, but never anything more.

 

Then, one day, they heard a small crack. The trio looked at one another before rushing over to Minato. As they grew closer, they noticed a smoking lock, but it was still intact.

 

"Another bust?" Jellal murmured.

 

"Not quite."

 

Erza turned to Minato but stopped at the slight smile on his face.

 

"What's that smile for?" Jellal murmured.

 

"Even if I had half the formula memorized, if even a quarter of the rest of the formula was incorrect, nothing would have happened," Minato elaborated, his eyes darkening with racing thoughts.

 

"Yeah," Jellal spoke slowly, "and?"

 

"The tag sparked."

 

Jellal's eyes widened with understanding. "Which means—"

 

"I'm close," Minato nodded, already reaching for another strip of cloth. "The formula nearly worked. I need to adjust a few characters and strengthen the conversion matrix. Maybe wait for some more ethernano just to make sure I have enough magic power. So that would be… a month."

 

The atmosphere fell with a grim determination, but Jellal felt a bit doubtful. Half a month passed and Jellal felt himself grow impatient as time grew closer. Minato's tag was still experimental. Eventually, he spoke to Minato and the group about a tunnel that Wally found.

 

"A tunnel?" Minato repeated, his brow furrowing. "Where does it lead?"

 

Jellal's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Wally says it goes underneath the eastern wall. The guards don't patrol that section as heavily."

 

Simon crossed his arms, skeptical. "How did he even find it?"

 

"He was working in the lower levels when part of the floor collapsed," Jellal explained. "The guards didn't notice—they were too busy arguing about shift changes. Wally managed to explore a few meters before having to return."

 

Erza leaned forward. "Is it big enough for all of us?"

 

"Barely," Jellal admitted. "We'd have to crawl single file. But it's a way out that doesn't rely on magic we can't fully control yet."

 

Minato's fingers traced the half-finished explosive tag in his pocket. The formula was nearly complete—he could feel it—but Jellal's impatience was understandable. Every day in this place was another day of suffering.

 

"When do we go?" Minato asked.

 

"Tonight," Jellal whispered. "During the midnight guard rotation. There's a five-minute window when the eastern section is unwatched."

 

Erza and Simon nodded, but Erza mumbled back, "What about everyone else?"

 

Jellal gave her a comforting smile, "We can always come back with help on the outside!"

 

Erza gave a tentative smile back, turning to Minato as he stood.

 

"I'm staying," Minato spoke resolutely.

 

The entire cell fell silent. Jellal's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his friend.

 

"What do you mean you're staying?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly before Simon hushed him.

 

Minato's blue eyes remained steady, resolute. "I told you before—I can't leave everyone behind. The explosive tag is almost complete. Another few weeks, maybe less, and I'll have it working."

 

"You can't be serious," Jellal hissed. "This is our chance! We might not get another one!"

 

"Then take it," Minato replied calmly. "I won't stop you. But I made a promise to myself, and I intend to keep it."

 

Erza stepped forward, her single visible eye shimmering with emotion. "Minato, please. We can come back with help, like Jellal said."

 

"Then that's better," Minato retorted calmly, "We'll take this place down from the inside and outside."

 

"Minato…" Jellal's voice was burdened with both anger and respect, "You're being stupid! What if they discover what you're doing! What if—"

 

"Then I'll die knowing I tried." Minato spoke calmly, though to be truthful, he still felt some tremors of fear coursing through him. For all his calm bravado, he was still just a ten year old.

 

Rob stared at Minato for a moment before nodding in respect, "I agree with Minato. Sometimes, we must sacrifice ourselves and our freedom for what we believe in."

 

A tense silence deafened the cell. Erza's hand trembled. She walked over to Minato's side and grasped at his arm.

 

"I'm staying too!" Erza stated unwaveringly. Minato's head snapped to her, his usually calm composure shattering in shock at the girl's words.

 

"Erza!" Jellal's eyes widened in disbelief.

 

"I can't leave him alone," she said firmly, her single eye meeting Jellal's gaze without flinching. "And... I think he's right. We promised to help everyone."

 

Simon stepped forward. "If you both stay, then—"

 

"No," Erza murmured, her eyes pleading, "Go with them. With all of you together, you could convince people on the outside to look for us."

 

Simon paused, his face clearly conflicted when Rob cut in, "Look for Fairy Tail," the old man spoke softly, "They will help you if you make it out!"

 

Jellal stared at Rob, then at his friends, his expression cycling through disbelief, anger, and finally, reluctant understanding. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "But I swear on everything, I'm coming back for you—both of you. I'll find this Fairy Tail. I'll bring an army if I have to."

 

"We'll hold you to that," Minato replied with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

 

That night, as the guards changed shifts, Jellal, Simon, Milliana, Wally, and Sho crept toward the eastern section where Wally had discovered the tunnel. Minato and Erza watched them go, their hearts heavy with both hope and dread.

 

"Do you think they'll make it?" Erza whispered, her hand finding Minato's in the darkness.

 

"They have to," he replied, squeezing her fingers gently. "Otherwise, what's the point of any of this?"

 

As night descended, Minato and Erza slept close to each other, with Rob nearby, giving them a warm glance. The peace didn't last.

 

"Wake up, you little runt!" A brutal kick forced Minato awake.

 

Minato gasped as pain exploded in his ribs. His eyes snapped open to find a guard standing over him, face twisted with rage. Erza quickly woke up as well and tried to dash to him, but another guard quickly pinned her.

 

"Where is it!?" the guard growled lowly, his teeth bared.

 

"What?" Minato coughed out.

 

"The charcoal you were using to plan an escape with!"

 

Minato's blood ran cold. How did they know? Had someone betrayed them? He quickly glanced at Rob, who appeared just as shocked as he was.

 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Minato managed, trying to keep his voice steady despite the pain radiating from his ribs.

 

The guard's face contorted with fury. He grabbed Minato by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "Your little friends are already caught trying to crawl through that pathetic tunnel. Did you really think we wouldn't notice?"

 

Erza struggled against her captor, her eyes wide with horror. "Leave him alone!"

 

The guard holding her yanked her hair, causing her to cry out. "Shut up, red hair! Your turn's coming."

 

Minato's mind raced. If they'd caught Jellal and the others, then everything was lost.

 

"Found it!" A guard called out, carrying the small amount of charcoal they had gathered.

 

The other guard sneered gleefully, unceremoniously dropping Minato before delivering a final kick. Minato coughed out he felt the air leave his lungs. Erza struggled and writhed underneath the guard, keeping her pinned.

 

"Let her go already, we got what we came for."

 

The guard did as he asked, allowing her to bolt over to Minato. He looked over at his superior, "Shouldn't we punish them? They might try this again."

 

The man snorted, "We're already punishing that blue-haired runt. Considering what he'll go through, it should be enough to deter everyone else for a while."

 

His words sent a chill down Minato's spine. Erza's hand trembled as she helped him sit up, her eye wide with fear.

 

"Jellal," she whispered, her voice breaking.

 

The guards left, slamming the cell door behind them. Minato winced as he tried to breathe deeply, each inhale sending sharp pain through his chest.

 

"What will they do to him?" Minato asked Rob, who had moved, to examine his injuries.

 

The old man's face was grim. "Nothing good. The cultists who run this place have... methods for breaking those who resist."

 

Erza's face paled. "We have to help him."

 

"We will," he coughed out, "I just need to place a tag. I think… I think that kick might have jarred something loose in my head."

 

"But they took all the charcoal!" Erza exclaimed, her mind trying to come up with a solution.

 

"That's fine," Minato murmured, ripping a piece of cloth from the rags they called clothes, "I just need this and a medium."

 

Erza stared at Minato as he picked up a rock, "But without charcoal, how—" she covered her mouth in shock as Minato cut his palm open with the rock, causing blood to seep down his hand.

 

"This will work," he panted, still feeling the kick from earlier. As long as he managed to write the proper formula, the medium only affected the quality of the blast. He tried to use the charcoal earlier to create a decent explosion, but at this point, all he wants is to blow the lock. The quality no longer mattered.

 

Using his finger dipped in blood, Minato began to draw on the cloth, his movements precise despite the pain. His eyes narrowed in concentration as the crimson lines formed intricate patterns. This was it, the last try he had to save Jellal and his friends. He needed to get this right. His eyes flicked over the formula, double, triple, and quadruple-checking his explosive formula. He bit his lip. It was all or nothing.

 

He ran up to the lock and placed a tag on the lock. Sprinting back with remarkable speed, he grabbed Erza and Rob and hauled them to the farthest corner. With two hands clasped together, he used all the ethernano his siphon had stored up.

 

It happened in an instant.

 

An explosion rocked the entire tower, throwing people off their feet.

 

Erza and Rob looked up with widened eyes at the torn and warped metal bars, the seared earth. Minato's voice called them out of their stupor.

 

"Come on! We have to hurry!"

 

The trio rushed through the blasted doorway, acrid smoke filling their lungs as they entered the dim, earthy corridor. Alarms blared throughout the tower, their shrill wails echoing off stone walls. Guards shouted in the distance, their voices tinged with panic and rage. On the floor in front of them stood the bodies of two guards. Their uniforms were singed. They must have been too close to the explosion.

 

"Which way to where they're holding Jellal?" Minato asked, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.

 

Rob coughed, struggling to keep pace with the children. "The punishment cells are in the lower levels. But we should focus on freeing as many prisoners as possible—create enough confusion to overwhelm the guards."

 

Minato nodded, already searching through the two bodies in front.

 

"Where is it?" he murmured to himself before lighting up with joy. The keys. Three sets. He quickly undid his own collar before moving over to Erza and Rob.

 

Erza gasped as the heavy collar fell away from her neck, feeling a surge of something warm and powerful rush through her veins. Rob's weathered hands trembled as his own collar clattered to the floor.

 

"My magic," he whispered, staring at his palms where small flames flickered to life. "After all these years..."

 

"We have to move quickly," Minato muttered, primarily to himself, before tossing Rob a set of keys. "Mr. Rob, start heading west and releasing the prisoners in that direction. Erza and I will head east and start releasing the prisoners in that direction!"

 

Rob nodded, his eyes burning with renewed purpose. "Be careful, children. The guards won't show mercy now."

 

"Neither will we," Erza declared, her voice hard with determination as she grabbed a fallen guard's staff. With a nod, the two groups separated.

 

It didn't take long before the duo found their first set of prison cells. The prisoners inside it pressed themselves against the bars, eyes wide with confusion and hope. Minato fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking with adrenaline as he unlocked the first door.

 

"We're breaking out," he told the stunned prisoners. "Spread the word, free as many as you can!"

 

The prisoners didn't need to be told twice. They surged forward, some grabbing discarded weapons, others simply running toward freedom. Minato and Erza continued down the row, unlocking door after door, the tide of liberated slaves growing with each cell. Sounds of battle erupted all across the quarry. Yells and screams of liberation charged the atmosphere.

 

Eventually, the two of them arrived at a cell with those who tried to escape with Jellal.

 

"Simon!" Erza cried out, rushing to the cell. Inside, Simon, Milliana, Sho, and Wally huddled together, their faces bruised but their eyes lighting up at the sight of their friends.

 

"Erza! Minato!" Simon gasped as Minato fumbled with the keys. "How did you—"

 

"No time," Minato cut him off, swinging the door open. "Where's Jellal?"

 

Sho trembled. "We heard him screaming earlier."

 

Erza's face paled, but her grip on the staff tightened. "We're getting him out."

 

The torture chambers should be directly above us, Minato murmured, picking up two knives on the ground. He could hear the sounds of multiple guards coming towards him. Minato bit his lip before nodding to himself.

 

"Erza!" he called out, startling the redhead, "Go to Jellal! I'll keep the guards busy enough out here for you rescue him, got it?"

 

Erza's eyes widened in alarm. "But there are too many—"

 

"Trust me," Minato cut her off, his blue eyes flashing with determination. "I can handle this. Jellal needs you."

 

For a moment, Erza hesitated, torn between staying with Minato and rescuing Jellal. Then she nodded sharply, her red hair swinging with the motion. "Don't you dare die," she commanded, her voice cracking slightly.

 

Minato's firm facade melted slightly, giving her a soft grin. With a hesitant nod, she burst into action, running towards where their friend should be.

 

"Simon," Minato murmured, his eyes narrowing, "Grab everyone else and try to find Mr. Rob. He should be helping to free the prisoners in the west, but I'm a little worried."

 

Simon nodded grimly, ushering the others away. "Be safe, Minato!"

 

Before Minato could respond in kind, six guards blew past the corner.

 

"There's a brat!" one of them shouted, pointing his spear at Minato. Minato's body moved before his mind even thought about it. He had always been naturally fast, the fastest in his village. He ducked under the first guard's swing, slashing at the man's leg before pivoting away from another attack. With a flick of his wrist, one of his knives flew through the air, embedding itself between the man's eyes.

 

Minato flinched at that. It was the first time he had ever taken a life. He pushed down any feelings of regret. Right now, all that mattered was saving his friends. His guilt came later. The other guards took a more cautious approach, choosing to surround him with their superior numbers.

 

I'm still the faster, and I'm small, Minato analyzed, though even now, he could tell his reflexes and speed were atrophied alongside his body. His back pressed against the cold stone wall. Five against one—the odds weren't in his favor. But he couldn't falter now, not when Erza was counting on him to buy time.

 

"Die, you little runt!" a guard lunged forward, thrusting his spear towards Minato's chest. In a quick, snappy motion, dove underneath the thrust, wrapping his arm around the shaft.

 

"What in the—!?"

 

With a quick twist, the spear snapped in half, allowing Minato to close in and thrust the knife into the man's throat. Warm blood sprayed out, some of it splattering on Minato's face. The warm feeling and irony scent caused him to retch slightly, but quickly rolled out of a sharp slash.

 

He hit the ground hard, blood still slick on his cheek. His stomach twisted, but he forced it down. There wasn't time to feel—not yet.

 

"A demon kid!" one guard yelled frightfully, dropping his weapon and fleeing. Minato couldn't help but let out an uncharacteristic snort. He was the demon here? The other guards stared nervously at each other.

 

"Screw it, Kota was right!" another yelled out, mirroring the actions of his comrade. One by one, the others did the same, leaving Minato alone in the hallway

 

Minato fell to one knee as he looked over at the two corpses. For a moment, everything was silent. Then Minato doubled over, puking what little food he had.

 

His shoulders heaved with each retch, hands trembling as they pressed against the cold stone floor. He'd killed. Two men, in the span of seconds. Their faces—surprised, frightened in their final moments—were already burning themselves into his memory. He shook his head, reminding himself of his mantra. "Guilt comes later."

 

Minato tried lifting himself back onto his legs, but the exertion he had just pulled and the loss of adrenaline meant that his malnourished body had hit its limit. His breath became labored, as his vision became blurred. But there was still a vision in his mind. A flash of scarlet red. With a grunt of intense effort, he hauled himself to his feet. Using the wall as leverage, he began walking towards the torture chamber.

 

The corridor seemed longer with each step, stretching endlessly before him. Minato's legs felt like lead, his lungs burning with each breath. But he pressed on, driven by the thought of Erza facing unknown dangers alone.

 

Distant shouts and the clash of metal echoed throughout the tower. The rebellion was in full swing now—slaves fighting for their freedom against their captors. Minato hoped Rob was okay, that the old man's rekindled magic was enough to keep him safe.

 

An explosion rocked the tower, throwing Minato into the air and slamming him into the rubble. A scream echoed in the halls as Minato coughed up the dust that entered his lungs. His eyes widened as he saw a familiar looking boy: black hair, yellow eyebrows, and a pointy nose. He was surrounded by three cultists, each brandishing a weapon. His face filled with fear as the trio slowly closed in.

 

Sawyer!

 

Disregarding his own exhaustion, Minato bolted towards him. He quickly threw his last knife, the blade sinking into the nape of the nearest cultist while slamming into another.

 

The third stepped back in surprise at the blitz attack, "What the—urk!"

 

Minato had pulled out the knife from the man's nape and slammed it into the throat of the third. The cultist fell back, clutching his gurgling throat.

 

All the while, Sawyer looked at him wide eyes.

 

He's so… fast!

 

"Are you okay?" Minato panted, turning to Sawyer.

 

The boy nodded shakily, his wide eyes fixed on Minato with a mixture of awe and fear. "How did you move so fast?"

 

Minato shook his head. There was no time to explain. "Can you walk?"

 

"Y-yeah," Sawyer stammered, rising to his feet.

 

"Get to the western cells. Look for an old man named Rob. He'll protect you."

 

Sawyer hesitated, looking at the bodies around them. "What about you?"

 

"I need to find my friends," Minato replied, already moving again despite his body's protests. "Go, now! As fast as you can!"

 

Sawyer flinched before nodding, sprinting down the corridor, repeating a single phrase in his mind, As fast I can! As fast as I can!

 

Minato stood for a minute, watching as Sawyer became a small blip before vanishing around a corner. The moment Sawyer left his line of sight, Minato fell onto a single knee, taking in deep breaths, his chest heaving.

 

Erza, he thought to himself, shaking his head and pulling himself back up and sprinting at full speed, ignoring the seething protests of his body. He burst through the door of the torture chamber, his heart hammering against his ribs. The sight before him froze his blood.

 

The room was in ruins, chunks of stone and metal scattered across the floor. In the center lay Erza, unconscious.

 

"Erza!" Minato yelled, his face shifting to deep concern.

 

His limbs moved before his mind could process the scene entirely, carrying him to her side. Blood pooled beneath her head, but what made his heart stop was her face—or rather, what was missing. Her right eye was gone—a bloody, raw wound where it should have been. Blood streaked down her face like crimson tears.

 

 

"Erza…" he whispered, his composure completely evaporating. His hand swiftly moved to her neck, searching for a pulse. He didn't realize he let out a breath as he felt a faint pulse beneath his touch. However, his relief quickly twisted into a cold fury. "Who did this?"

 

"I did."

 

Minato's danger instincts flared, but wasn't quick enough to dodge a savage knee into his gut. He collapsed near Erza as the air left his lips.

 

What is it with people and kicking me today?

 

Through the haze of pain, he made out a figure standing tall amid the destruction. Blue hair, a familiar face—but the eyes were all wrong.

 

"Jellal?" Minato wheezed, struggling to rise.

 

The boy who stood before him wore Jellal's face, but everything else about him seemed twisted, wrong. A sinister smile stretched across his lips, and his eyes gleamed with an unnatural light.

 

"Not anymore," he replied, his voice cold and hollow. "I've been... enlightened."

 

Minato's mind raced through the fog of pain. "What did they do to you?"

 

Jellal rolled his eyes, his smile still plastered on his face, "I've already explained everything to our dear Erza, so instead, I'll simply give you the deal I gave her."

 

Deal? Minato thought to himself. He let out a choked gasp as he felt an iron grip around his throat. How? He's faster and stronger now!

 

Jellal leaned in close, "I will allow you and Erza to leave," Minato's eyes widened, "however, you must accept three conditions."

 

Minato's expression darkened as he clutched Jellal's grip, "First, you must never speak of this place to anyone. If I found out you told anyone, I'll massacre whoever comes and the people inside this tower."

 

… He's not kidding. Minato felt himself slowly losing consciousness. Could he fight Jellal right now?

 

A single beat passed before…

 

…No, Minato concluded. The exhaustion of his body, combined with Jellal's sudden power boost, meant he couldn't even scratch Jellal.

 

"Second," Jellal continued, his grip tightening, "you will never return to this tower. This is my domain now."

 

Minato's vision began to darken at the edges, but he managed to choke out, "And... third?"

 

Jellal's smile widened, becoming even more twisted. "You will pretend this tower and I never existed. You will live your lives and never look back."

 

With a brilliant flash of dark magic power, an explosion caved in the side of the tower, revealing the sun. Jellal grabbed Erza by her throat as well and dangled them both outside.

 

"I'm not an unfair person," Jellal chuckled darkly, "I will keep my end of the promise. Leave me be, and you two can live your lives peacefully."

 

"Wait!" Minato choked out, "I need to know… did you sell us out?"

 

Jellal paused for a moment as if debating something in his head. Eventually, he met Minato's eyes, "No."

 

Minato narrowed his eyes, logic telling him this was a lie, but for some reason, he felt inclined to believe Jellal.

 

With that, Jellal dropped both of them outside the tower. As they plummeted toward the land below, Minato twisted his body with what little energy he had left and pulled Erza to his chest. He angled their bodies so he would take the brunt of the fall. With a loud thud, Minato and Erza hit the side of the tower, skidding along it to the ground. Minato's world exploded in pain as they hit the ground, his body cushioning Erza's fall.

 

It wasn't that long a fall, but he was certain his body had just about reached its limit today. Minato looked out to the ocean, scanning the beaches of the island before his eyes settled on exactly what he was looking for. With one hand around Erza, he used the other to drag them both across the sand. His legs had given out, he couldn't walk, and his arms seemed just about to follow. He needed to be quick.

 

Behind him, shouts and screams still echoed from the tower. The rebellion was in full swing, but Minato couldn't focus on that now. His vision swam, darkness encroaching at the edges. He needed to get Erza to safety.

 

A small boat bobbed in the water, likely used by the guards for supply runs. Minato's arms burned with effort as he dragged Erza across the sand. However, before he could make it, sinister screeches filled the outside. Minato turned around and saw floating ghouls chasing after them.

 

The remnants of the cultists!

 

Minato threw his body over Erza's in a last-ditch attempt to protect her. He could feel the magic power building up and closed his eyes.

 

Erza, Mr. Rob… I'm sorry!

 

A deafening roar shattered the air. Minato's eyes snapped open to see a wall of flames erupting between them and the cultists. The magical fire twisted and turned with purpose, forming a protective barrier. Through the dancing flames, Minato caught glimpses of a figure—weathered and battered but standing tall.

 

"Mr. Rob!" Minato croaked, his voice barely audible over the roaring fire.

 

The old Fairy Tail wizard stood with his arms outstretched, his entire body glowing with golden flames. On his lower back, Fairy Tail's guild mark shined brightly and proudly. His face was a mask of determination and pain as he poured every ounce of his rekindled magic into the barrier.

 

"GO!" Rob bellowed, his voice carrying over the chaos. "LIVE, CHILDREN!"

 

Minato watched in horror as the cultists' magic struck Rob from all sides. The old man didn't falter, didn't try to dodge. Instead, he absorbed the attacks, using them to fuel his flames even higher.

 

"Wait!" Minato screamed, trying to rise but finding his body wouldn't respond.

 

Rob turned slightly, just enough for Minato to see his face. The old wizard was smiling—a genuine, peaceful smile despite the agony he must have been feeling.

 

"Find Fairy Tail," Rob called out, his voice growing weaker. "They will take good care of you, I swear!"

 

Minato's eyes watered, "Mr. Rob…"

 

"Minato!" Rob yelled out, "Protect Erza so Erza can protect you!"

 

With a sense of despair coursing through his body, Minato nodded, determined not to let Rob's sacrifice be in vain. With a final herculean amount of effort, Minato dragged Erza into the small boat, and pushed it off into the sea, throwing himself inside it. He looked to the side and saw Erza, still unconscious, still injured. He grit his teeth as he tore another strip from his tunic. He wrapped it around her missing eye. With a grimace, Minato looked back at the war torn island. Rob's figure could still be seen, holding back the tide. The ocean current carried them away, and after several more minutes, Rob's flames finally flickered out, and with them, Minato's lucidity. He fell back onto the boat, staring blankly at the sky.

 

Protect Erza so Erza can protect you!

 

His head slowly turned to Erza. She was still breathing, still alive. As was he. Despite everything, they had survived. Minato's body trembled as, for the first time since he was taken by the cultists, he relaxed. And it all crashed down at once. Pain from the first moment he got to the Tower to now finally broke through his guard. The loss of his village, parents, family, his second family at the tower, Jellal, Rob… it all hurt. Minato's head fell back as darkness consumed him, tears freely escaping his eyes.

Chapter 2: Warmth at Last

Notes:

Like I said before, the plan was a release every five days, but I'm also an impatient bastard. Logic and impulsive desire fought, and impulse won.

..been enlightened, Erza!

…scaring me, Jellal!

…ill Minato, then.

"JELLAL!" Erza shot straight up, her body immediately pulsating in protest as her sharp movements rocked the small boat. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps as her hand flew to her face, fingers trembling as they traced the makeshift bandage covering her right eye. Pain lanced through her head, memories flooding back in disjointed fragments.

Where? How? Her eye snapped from left to right before noticing the limp figure beside her.

"Minato?" she mumbled quietly, reaching out to the boy's face. He was still unconscious, his breathing shallow, crimson stains in his otherwise golden hair. She grimaced at the bruises along his back. She looked around. They were in the middle of the ocean, no land in sight in any direction. The Tower of Heaven was gone.

Erza's hand trembled as memories flowed through her mind. She remembered leaving Minato behind to save Jellal. She remembered walking into the torture room. Then it all went so, so wrong.

Jellal had changed. His eyes, once full of hope and determination, had turned cold and cruel. She remembered the mad grin on his face and the way he'd laughed as he'd told her about "true freedom, " about how he would build the Tower of Heaven himself to resurrect the dark wizard Zeref.

Then he had taken her eye.

Erza shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself as the small boat rocked with the waves. What would they do now? Where would they go? Her good eye turned to the horizon, where a faint smudge of green was beginning to appear. Land. A surge of hope swelled in her chest, quickly tempered by the crushing weight of reality.

"Wake up," she murmured, gently shaking his shoulder. "Please wake up, Minato."

His eyelids fluttered but remained closed. Erza bit her lip, fighting back tears. She wouldn't cry. Not now. They needed to survive first.

With trembling fingers, she checked Minato's injuries. His back was a canvas of purple bruises, and his breathing came in shallow, labored gasps. Had he broken ribs? Internal bleeding? She had no way to know, no way to help.

Her eye set in a grim determination. She searched the boat for anything useful. There was a single oar tucked underneath the one seat on the boat. With determined hands, she began to row toward the smudge on the horizon. Each stroke sent flashes of pain through her arms, but she refused to stop. Minato was all she had left.

As they drew closer, she could see people moving about on the docks, tiny figures going about their daily lives. Would they help two injured children? Or would they turn them away? Erza's hand found Minato's, squeezing it tightly.

"Don't leave me," she whispered. "Not you, too."

The boat drifted toward the harbor, carried by the gentle current. Erza tried to stand, to wave her arms and call for help, but her body betrayed her. Pain shot through her limbs, and she collapsed back beside Minato.

"Help!" she tried to call, but her voice came out as little more than a rasp. "Please, help us!"

Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps it was fate, but a fisherman spotted their small craft bobbing toward the docks. He shouted something Erza couldn't hear, and suddenly, several people were rushing to the edge of the pier.

"Children!" someone cried out. "There are children in that boat!"

Hands reached for them as the boat bumped against the dock. Erza didn't even know when she lost consciousness, but the last thing she felt was a warmth covering her.

---

Erza woke to a sterile stench. She wrinkled her nose as her eye fluttered open, revealing a room with warm, brown walls. She sat up slowly, her arms searing with pain, but she didn't care. The only thing on her mind was Minato. She looked around desperately, relief filling her when she found him on another bed. He looked peaceful, his breaths deeper than the ones on the boat.

"Easy there, young lady," a kind voice cautioned. A woman with silver-streaked hair moved to her bedside, gently pressing her back against the pillows. "You've been through quite an ordeal."

"How long…?" Erza tried asking, her voice coming out raspy and grave. The woman's expression softened as she handed her a glass of water.

As Erza greedily drank the glass, the woman finally spoke, "The two of you were unconscious for three days. You're bodies were severely malnourished and dehydrated. And on top of that, it looked like you had taken quite a beating."

The woman leaned in close, her eyes shimmering with concern, "What happened to the two of you? Who did this?"

Erza's hand flew to her left eye, or rather, where it should have been. Jellal's voice echoed in her mind: Tell anyone about this place, and I'll kill them all.

"We were attacked," Erza murmured quietly, technically not lying.

"By?"

Erza hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. She bit her lip, thinking of everyone on the island. Simon, Sho, Milliana, Grandpa Rob, everyone…

"A group of pirates," she whispered, the lie tasting like ash, "They killed everyone on board, Minato and I were the only ones able to make it to a lifeboat. We were stranded in the oceans for a few days…"

The woman nodded, writing that down into the clipboard on her, though her eyes did contain a flash of doubt. She gently placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but the important thing is that you're safe now. You're in Hargeon. My name is Hannah, I'm a doctor."

Erza tilted her head, her brow furrowing, "Hargeon? Is that near Fiore?"

Hannah gave a soft chuckle, "You're still in Fiore, dear. Hargeon is a port town on the southern coast."

Erza perked up, her expression becoming hopeful. But now what? Even if they were in Fiore, where could they go? Rosemary and Marigold were both destroyed, so they couldn't go home to either. As Erza slowly descended down a small pit of despair, a loud commotion echoed through the walls.

"…amn Fairy Tail lunatics! They don't know the meaning of restraint!"

"I know! They nearly leveled Orchyndale!"

"… weren't they supposed to protect that town?"

"YES!"

Erza's head snapped up at the words. Fairy Tail. Grandpa Rob had mentioned that name—his guild. The family he'd spoken of with such fondness during those dark nights in their cell.

"Did they say Fairy Tail?" she asked, her voice stronger now.

The woman gave a soft, exasperated laugh, "Yes, I'm afraid. They're wizards from a guild in Magnolia. They're powerful, but they tend to do a bit more harm than good." She moved over to Minato, placing her hand on his forehead before adjusting his blanket.

"How far away is Magnolia?"

The woman raised a brow at the young girl's question. She couldn't possibly… "About one day's ride by train, but I would suggest not interacting with them. I'm certain there are far more safer guilds than Fairy Tail, young lady."

Erza remembered Grandpa Rob's words as a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Fairy Tail is chaos incarnate! You will never find a guild that's more than willing to pummel its own members while still putting their own lives on the line to save them!"

"They sound perfect," Erza said quietly.

Hannah didn't press the issue, merely sighing as she checked on Minato again, "Your friend is recovering well. His ribs were bruised but not broken. He should wake up soon."

As if on cue, Minato's eyes fluttered open, a small groan leaving his lips.

"When I said soon, I didn't mean 'one second,'" Hannah murmured quietly, impressed by the boy's resilience as a flash of red appeared before the blond boy.

"Minato!" she whispered breathlessly, feeling her anxiety rise.

Minato tried blinking, his vision blurry and unfocused as he acclimated to the bright room. All he could see was a blurry mass of red hovering over him.

"Erza," he croaked, voice barely audible. "You're alive."

Tears welled in her one good eye as she reached for his hand. "We both are."

The silence that followed was answer enough. Minato closed his eyes, a small smile gracing his lips. Sensing the moment's heaviness, Hannah quietly excused herself to give them privacy.

"Erza—"

"Minato—"

They both paused, then smiled weakly at each other. Minato struggled to sit up, wincing at the pain that flared through his ribs.

"Easy," Erza cautioned, helping him adjust the pillows behind his back. "The doctor says you're badly bruised."

Minato's eyes drifted to the bandage covering her right eye, his expression darkening with guilt. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have been there. I should have been faster! I should have—!"

"And I should have been stronger!" Erza shouted, her face burning with self-loathing and pity. "If I had been stronger, I could have saved or stopped Jellal! I could have saved everyone! I could have helped you!"

Minato stood silent, his mouth agape in shock. His eyes dropped to the bedding. The room remained as silent as it was still. The two children simply sat there, attempting to glean as much comfort from the other's presence.

It wasn't until Minato spoke up that the silence was shattered, "Then we have a goal then."

Erza perked up, eager for the distraction, "Goal?"

Minato nodded firmly, an odd glint of resolve forming in his eyes. He pointed at her, "You become stronger," then patted his chest, "And I'll become faster!"

Erza's eyes widened before a small smile crept onto her face. "Together," she added, extending her hand. "We'll do it together."

Minato nodded, taking her hand in his. "Always."

The two gripped each other's hand firmly, a similar yet starkly different thought burning through them both.

I will be strong enough! Strong enough to protect Minato, strong enough to protect my friends!

I have to be faster! Fast enough to stop anyone from even thinking of harming Erza or anyone else!

Minato couldn't help but give a grim smile. Rob's words were already starting to take effect. He would protect Erza, just as she would protect him.

"But first," Minato murmured, "we need to find out our immediate plan. Where should—-"

"Magnolia!" Erza interrupted, her expression bright for the first time since they left their cells, "I heard that Fairy Tail was in Magnolia."

Minato felt his heart skip a beat. Fairy Tail? Mr. Rob's guild…

"How far away?"

"According to Ms. Hannah, one day by train."

Minato shot to his feet, wincing at the pain from his sharp movements. "No time to waste then! Let's get on the nearest train an—"

"Not so fast, young man!" Hannah's sharp voice came from the doorway as she reentered the room. "Neither of you are in any condition to travel!"

"But we need to get to Magnolia!" Erza protested, her voice faltering at the sharp pain throbbing in her head.

Hannah's expression softened, "And you will, but not until you're healthy enough to travel. In your condition, you could have an infection in your eye socket, or you, young man, could have internal bleeding! I doubt either of you want to pass out before you make it to Fairy Tail, yes?"

Erza deflated, her shoulders slumping. Minato considered arguing before sighing, his rational side finally returning to him. He gently patted her shoulder, "Three days isn't so long," he sighed, though his own disappointment was still visible. Erza nodded slowly, comforted more by Minato's quiet reassurance than she could admit, even to herself.

Hannah looked at them with sadness in her heart. Even if what Erza had told her was a fabrication, it was clear these kids still went through hell. The girl had lost her eye, for god's sake.

"I'll bring you some proper food. Your bodies are still severely malnourished." With a grateful nod from Minato, she left.

Erza turned to Minato, her expression anxious. Minato felt a pang of sorrow at her current state. She had tucked her legs under her arms, her head underneath her arms. Carefully, he maneuvered himself so he sat beside her, their legs touching.

"What's wrong?" he muttered quietly, his eyes filled with worry and concern.

"It's just…" Erza hesitated for a moment before her hands gripped at the hem of the medical garbs this place had provided for them. She took a calming breath. "I want to trust Grandpa Rob," she murmured quietly, "but what if Fairy Tail rejects us?"

Minato's lips pressed into a firm line as understanding dawned on him. It makes sense, after all. For almost a full year, the two of them suffered and witnessed the darkest side of humanity. To think Erza could trust so easily again would be stupid, at best.

He looked over her again, small and frail. Nothing like the girl that had helped during their revolt. It was wrong. Before his mind could even begin to register his movements, his arm was already wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her against him, minding her injuries.

Erza stiffened at first, unused to such gentle contact after months of cruelty. But slowly, she relaxed against him, her body melting into his embrace.

"I don't think they'll reject us," Minato admitted softly, "Mr. Rob spoke too highly of them for them to be so cruel. But, even if they do…"

Minato urged her to look at him directly. A single, anxious brown eye met two sincere-filled blue. "We'll face it together. I won't leave you, Erza. Not now, not ever."

For a moment, Erza stared at Minato, carefully searching for anything that could signify a lie. Instead? She found an earnestness that almost hurt. Erza leaned into his embrace, her body relaxing slightly at his words. "Promise?"

Minato suppressed a wheeze as he held her tighter.

"Promise," Minato said firmly.

The two stayed that way for a long moment. When Hannah returned with food, she found them asleep, Erza's head on Minato's shoulder.

The woman sighed, carefully pushing them both back into the bed. However, as she tried to lift Erza and take her back into her own bed, Erza flinched in her sleep, clutching onto Minato even tighter.

Hannah's gaze eased up slightly, tucking Erza in with Minato, "Poor things."

The next three days passed in a blur of anticipation. Hannah watched over them with maternal concern, fussing over Erza's bandages and carefully observing Minato's ribs. They ate greedily, their bodies desperately making up for months of neglect. Hannah had arranged for them to receive proper clothes. Minato had gained a plain pair of black pants and a bland white t-shirt, slightly hidden under a new grey, zip-up jacket that he had chosen to leave open.

Similarly, Erza had a simple blue blouse, white skirt, and black pants underneath her skirt. Erza examined her clothing with a mix of gratitude and awe. It had been such a long time since she had worn anything more than the rags the cult had provided for them.

"How do I look?" she asked shyly, fidgeting on her feet.

Minato blinked, looking over her, much to her embarrassment.

"That look suits you," he said softly, giving her a soft smile.

Erza ducked her head, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Thank you," she murmured.

"And you too," she added, gesturing to his new clothes. "You look... normal."

Minato smiled at that. Normal. After everything they'd been through, normal seemed like a miracle. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Erza gave him a grin, "Good."

The door opened as Hannah entered the room, two packs of supplies with her. She held in a weary sigh, "I wish I was able to convince you both to not join Fairy Tail, but I know a losing battle when I see one. So instead, I packed some supplies for you."

She carefully handed both of them their packs, "Some food, water, a change of clothes, some extra bandages for Erza, and enough jewels to buy two tickets to Magnolia."

Erza's form trembled slightly as the pack entered her arms. Minato clutched the pack tightly, instantly giving Hannah a deep bow, "Thank you for everything."

The doctor's eyes softened. "Just promise me you'll take care of each other." Her gaze lingered on Erza's eye patch. "And when you reach Magnolia, see a proper healer. Your wound still needs attention. And promise me you will write back to me the moment you get there."

The children nodded solemnly. After a tearful goodbye with Hannah, they made their way to the train station. The bustle of Hargeon's streets was overwhelming after their isolation. Shopkeepers hawked their wares while the crowded noises of children and their parents filled their ears.

Minato noticed Erza pulling closer to him as they navigated through the crowds, her single eye darting nervously at the sheer number of people around them. But, as they walked past another shop, she stopped. Minato felt her tug at his sleeve as she pointed at a small building.

He raised a brow. A bakery?

Minato hesitated for a moment before gently taking her hand. "Come on," he said with a small smile. "I think we have enough jewels to spare."

The bell above the door jingled as the pair walked in, and immediately, the sweet smell of the baked goods assaulted their noses. Erza, in particular, seemed the most affected, her eyes widening at the aroma.

"Welcome!" the lady behind the counter called out cheerfully.

Erza stood stunned at the sheer amount of choices before her. Giving her a small grin, he turned back to the baker, "Is there anything you would recommend?"

The lady grinned, "Our strawberry cake is the talk of the town! I guarantee you'll enjoy it!"

Minato nodded and pulled out some of their jewels. "Two slices, please."

They sat at a small table by the window, and Erza stared at the slice of cake placed before her as if it might disappear. She watched as Minato took a bite into his slice. He gave her a grin as he swallowed his piece, prompting her to do the same.

The moment the cake touched her tongue, her eyes widened. The taste of the cake exploded in her mouth as she felt an exhilaration she had never felt before.

"This is... amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. Her next bite was bigger, more eager. Minato watched with amusement as her expression shifted from curiosity to pure joy.

"Good?" he asked unnecessarily.

"Better than good," Erza replied, closing her eye in bliss. "I've never tasted anything like this."

For a small, brief moment, there was nothing more than the two of them and their slices of cake. No Tower of Heaven, no lost friends and mentors, no pain.

As Erza finished her cake, she looked at the display case, her gaze holding a fringe of longing.

Minato smiled, understanding her silent wish but knowing they needed to be careful with their limited funds.

"We'll come back someday," he promised. "Who knows, perhaps there are some bakeries in Magnolia?"

Her expression brightened at the idea of it. "You're right! Maybe there is a bakery in Magnolia!"

When they arrived at the train station, it was filled to the brim with people from all walks of life. Wealthy businessmen, down-to-earth laborers, witty entertainers—everyone was here. Minato led Erza to the counter, where a ticket seller was waiting, bored out of her mind.

"Two tickets to Magnolia, please," Minato spoke politely, carefully counting the jewels that Hannah had graciously given them. The ticket seller gave a sigh as she barely glanced at them, taking the money before sliding over two tickets.

"Platform three leaves in half an hour," came her monotone voice.

Minato nodded in thanks as he handed Erza her ticket, walking towards their intended platform. They clutched their packs as they seated themselves on a bench, speaking in hushed tones throughout the thirty minutes. The train whistle came sharply, startling both of them from their conversation. Its doors opened as a mass of people spilled out before welcoming in new ones.

"That's us," Erza murmured, standing quietly. Minato nodded, giving her a reassuring smile as they walked towards the interior of the train. The two grunted as they were forced to bump against other passengers as they funneled into the locomotive.

The inside of the train was nicer than anything they had seen within the past few months. It had plush seats, polished wooden paneling, and large windows. They found an empty seat near the rear compartment where they could sit in relative comfort.

Erza's eye stared out at the rolling countryside as the train jerked forward, watching as Hargeon became just a blotch on the horizon.

"Do you think Fairy Tail will be nice?" she asked abruptly, her face still looking outside.

"I think so," Minato replied instantly, his eyes focusing on the horizon, "The way Mr. Rob spoke of them… I don't think they'd be bad."

The countryside rolled past their window—green fields, small villages, and forests that seemed to stretch endlessly. It was their first real glimpse of Fiore, and both children drank in the sights with quiet amazement.

As evening approached, Erza's head finally began to droop in exhaustion. Minato nudged her gently, "Erza, it's fine if you want to rest, but we have to change that bandage first."

Erza nodded before a flash of awareness hit her, her cheeks blushing a light scarlet. She couldn't possibly change her bandage in front of all these people! A small rustling earned her attention, watching as Minato took off his jacket. Erza stared at him as he tied the sleeves around the post of their own seat and the one in front, acting as a makeshift curtain.

Erza's heart swelled with gratitude. She gave him a thankful glance as she rummaged through her pack, bringing out a clean cloth.

"Do you need help?" he asked quietly, averting his eyes to give her some privacy.

"I'm fine," she murmured, though her hands trembled slightly as she untied the bandage around her eye. Clenching her hands tightly, she sighed in frustration. "Actually… yes."

He turned back, his expression tranquil as he helped her wrap the clean cloth around her head. His hands were gentle and precise in their movements. Erza watched as he worked, his eyes focused intently on making sure the bandage was comfortable and snug. His face brightened as he finished it, "There we go, nice and clean."

Erza gave him a soft smile as she leaned back into the seat, quietly whispering, "Thank you."

As night fell, the train's rhythm gently rocked Erza to sleep, her head drooping against Minato's shoulder as she surrendered to sweet calls of rest. He looked down at her with a warm gaze before locking his sight on her bandage. A cold anger surged in him, one that he tried to quell.

He knew the promises he made—to protect her, to never leave her—but the reality of their situation hit him like a physical blow. They were two children, traumatized and injured, heading toward an unknown future based on the words of a man who had died for them. What if Fairy Tail wasn't what Rob had described? What if they were turned away?

Minato's jaw tightened. It didn't matter. He would find a way to keep Erza safe, to give her the life she deserved. He owed that much to Rob, to everyone they'd left behind.

To Erza, however, she had a different outlook. She didn't want to be protected, she wanted to protect. He had given everything he had to make sure she stayed alive after she had lost consciousness on the island. When she awoke to the sight of his battered body on the boat, she knew. She had to protect him as he protected her. They were in this together.

As dawn broke, the train's whistle pierced the morning calm, startling Minato awake. He blinked blearily, momentarily disoriented until he felt the weight against his shoulder—Erza, still sound asleep. The conductor's voice rang through the compartment.

"Magnolia Station! Five minutes to Magnolia!"

Minato gently shook Erza's shoulder. "Wake up," he coaxed gently. "We're almost there."

Erza stirred, her eye fluttering open. It was filled with a momentary flash of confusion as she took in her surroundings.

"Magnolia?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

"Yep," he nodded, gathering what little they had. A soft groan escaped her lips as she stretched her limbs, her eye focusing on the outside as the train slowed down. She felt the air leave her lungs as she took in the sight. It was a large, beautifully designed city with a river separating it into multiple zones. But one of the most breathtaking sights was the massive lake the river fed into. It was beautiful and blue. In the distance, perched on a hill, stood a large, castle-like structure with a red flag fluttering in the breeze.

"Do you think that's it?" Erza said, pointing to the building.

"Maybe," Minato replied, his heart racing with excitement and trepidation, "but we should ask around, just to be sure."

"That makes sense," Erza nodded, her supply pack still tightly in her grasp. The two exited the station, looking for the nearest friendly-looking person they could find.

"What about her?" Erza called out, pointing at a fruit vendor. Minato gave a nod as the two approached her. The middle-aged woman gave a smile as they approached.

"Hello there, children!" she greeted cheerfully, "you two look a little lost."

Minato gave a small chuckle at her words as Erza stared at the plums on her table.

"We are a little lost, ma'am," Minato admitted politely, pulling out some of the remaining jewels, "I'd like some plums, ma'am. And could you point us in the direction of Fairy Tail, please?"

The woman's brow raised as she bagged some plums for the pair, "Fairy Tail, huh? Well, their guild hall is the second largest building in Magnolia, only beaten out by Kardia Cathedral. It's on the shores of Lake Scilliora, you can't miss it. Bonus points if you find it by audio first!"

"Audio?" Erza asked, grabbing the offered plums.

'You'll know what I mean," the woman laughed.

Minato and Erza exchanged puzzled glances before thanking the vendor. They walked through Magnolia's bustling streets, taking in the sights of the picturesque town. Colorful houses lined cobblestone streets, and flower boxes adorned windowsills. People greeted each other warmly as they went about their business.

"What do you think she meant by that?" Erza mumbled as she munched on one of her plums, her face lighting up at the sweet taste.

"No idea," Minato replied, his eyes roaming over each shop they passed, "I guess we'll have just have to trust that we'll know when we hear—"

"YOU BLUE HAIRED BUM! THAT WAS MY BOOZE!"

"LIES, YOU SMOKE HUFFING DRUNKARD!"

"WHAT WAS THAT!?"

"YOU HEARD ME!"

"BOUT TO WISH I DIDN'T!"

"HERE WE GO AGAIN!"

The distant sounds of chaos echoed through the streets, followed by the unmistakable noise of furniture breaking and glass shattering. Minato and Erza exchanged glances before breaking into a run, following the sounds of destruction. As they rounded a corner, they saw it—a three-story building with a large orange banner bearing a strange emblem—the same mark Rob had etched into the prison walls.

"That's it!" Erza gasped, her eye wide with recognition.

A man came flying through one of the windows, landing with a thud on the street, laying limp on the ground as he groaned. Minato blinked before rushing over.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

The man gave out an odd noise, a mixture of a groan and laugh. His dark blue hair was disheveled as he lifted himself up into a sitting position.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, "Just another Tuesday."

Erza held back a laugh as Minato felt a sense of exasperation hit him. Well, he thought to himself, it's exactly like Mr. Rob said it was.

"Are you kids lost or something?" the man asked, rubbing his head as he took in their appearance, his gaze lingering on Erza's eye patch for a moment.

"We're looking for Fairy Tail," Erza said firmly, feeling more resolute now that their goal was literally within sight, "Are you a member?"

The man snorted, rising fully to his feet and patting himself down. "Unfortunately, yes. Name's Macao Conbolt." He waved for them to follow him inside as the sounds of chaos were rumbling inside.

"So, why Fairy Tail?" Macao asked. "I mean, I love this guild, but surely you've thought of different guilds to go?"

He winced as he saw both kids' eyes dim. It seems he had touched a sore spot.

Minato hesitated before speaking, "We… we were sent here by a man named Rob. He said Fairy Tail would take us in."

The moment Minato mentioned Rob, Macao turned sharply, "Old man Rob?" he asked incredulously, "Kid, Rob disappeared years ago on a job. Nobody's heard from him since!"

"He was captured," Erza said tightly, "We were with him in a… really bad place."

Macao paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over their faces. He wasn't the smartest member of Fairy Tail, but he wasn't stupid either. A small hint of understanding bloomed on his face.

"I see," he spoke quietly, "and since he isn't with you, I'm assuming…"

The pair stayed quiet, confirming what Macao thought.

"…He was one of our best," Macao murmured, "Come on, let's get you inside and all Fairy Tailed up."

Minato and Erza followed Macao through the doors of the guild, only to freeze at the threshold. The interior was absolute chaos. Tables were overturned, chairs flying through the air, and wizards of all shapes and sizes were locked in what appeared to be an all-out brawl.

One man with a smoking pipe had another member in a headlock with a grin on his face. He looked up and saw Macao enter the guild hall.

"Oh! Back for more, eh, Macao!?"

Macao smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Not now, Wakaba. Got some business first." He gestured to the children behind him. "These kids say they were with Rob."

The entire guild hall went silent at the mention of Rob's name. Fights paused mid-punch, drinks froze halfway to lips, and all eyes turned toward the entrance where Minato and Erza stood. Both kids met their gazes with a set firmness, not backing down.

"Rob, you say?" a gruff yet warm voice called out. Minato turned to the voice and blinked at the sight of a rather short old man in an orange, jester-like outfit.

Though, Minato mused, despite his size, I can feel the sheer aura behind him. Is this…?

"Yes, sir," Minato said softly, "He told us stories about Fairy Tail and urged us to find it if we ever escaped."

"Escaped?" the old man repeated, his bushy eyebrows drawing together. "I am Makarov Dreyar, the Master of this guild. Come with me, children. The rest of you—" he cast a stern glare at his children, causing them to flinch back and chuckle nervously, "No more breaking things, you brats!"

Makarov led them to a small office at the back of the guild hall, gesturing for them to take seats across from his desk. The old man hopped onto his chair, his keen eyes studying the children before him.

"Now," he said gently, "tell me everything."

Minato and Erza exchanged glances, their silent communication speaking volumes. Jellal's threat hung over them like a shadow. Tell anyone about this place, and I'll kill them all.

"We were enslaved," Minato began carefully, choosing his words. "A dark cult captured people from villages across Fiore. They... they took us to build something."

They slowly filled Makarov in with a fabricated version of their story. They were slaves on an island far from the coasts of Fiore. They suffered there for a full year, befriending Rob. Eventually, they led a slave revolt, toppling the people that had imprisoned them as well. A small fragment of the remaining slavers tried to attack them while they were exhausted, only for Rob to step in and save their lives at the cost of his own. They left out anything involving Jellal, Zeref, the cult, or the R-System.

With every word they spoke, Makarov's gentle eyes darkened. After they finished their retelling, Makarov sat silently for a long moment.

"I see," he spoke softly. "Rob was a dear friend to me and everyone in the guild. When we had heard that he disappeared, we searched for months, but to no avail."

His eyes turned to them, softening at their grim expressions, "I am deeply sorry for what you have endured, children. And you have my thanks for bringing word of Rob's passing, though it shatters my heart to hear it."

He gave them a warm smile, "I have heard your story, yet not your names."

The pair blinked in surprise as they realized they hadn't introduced themselves.

"My apologies," Minato bowed, his cheeks burning slightly at his rudeness, "My name is Minato Namikaze."

Erza mimicked his bow, though a lot more stiffly, "I'm Erza."

The Master looked at her with an intrigued gaze, "No surname?"

Erza shook her name, "No, I was never given one."

"Well, that's not right," the Master said thoughtfully, stroking his chin, "a beautiful young lady like yourself needs a surname to match!"

Erza's cheek flushed slightly at the compliment as Makarov hummed thoughtfully.

"Erza…BlazingScarletMaiden?" Minato threw out, but his own face became a crimson shade of red as Erza stared at him flatly as Makarov laughed.

"Good attempt," Makarov chuckled, "But it doesn't quite roll off the tongue."

"Genius, you may be, but definitely not at naming things," she murmured quietly.

Minato held back a pout as he thought harder. After only a moment's thought, his eyes lit up, "Scarlet, then. It's short, simple, and highlights your most noticeable feature."

"Scarlet?" Erza repeated, her hand unconsciously reaching up to touch her crimson locks. Back during their time on the island, she would never have considered her hair beautiful. If anything, her red hair often made her a target for the guards. It would always catch their eyes. She grew to despise it.

Minato nodded, focusing on her hair, "It's a beautiful shade of red I've never seen before."

Erza felt her cheeks warm, a rare sight that gave Minato pause as he averted his eyes.

"Erza Scarlet?" she tested softly, enjoying the way it felt on her lips. But more than that, it wasn't just a name—it was the first gift Minato had given her, aside from her freedom. Something that was truly hers.

"It's perfect," she said softly.

Makarov nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Erza Scarlet it is, then. A fine name for a fine young wizard."

"We're not wizards yet," Minato admitted. "I know some Sealing Arts, but..."

"Actually," Erza spoke up nervously, "When Je— er, a pirate attacked me, I did use magic, I think…"

Minato perked up with interest. "You did?"

Erza nodded hesitantly. "When... when Jellal..." her voice faltered slightly before she steadied herself. "When I was fighting, I felt something inside me respond to my desperation. Suddenly, I could move the weapons around me without touching them."

Makarov leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Telekinesis," he murmured. "The ability to move objects with your mind. A powerful form of magic, especially in one so young."

Makarov took a breath before placing a wide, warm smile on his face.

Minato held back a flinch. He and Mr. Rob gave the exact same grandfatherly smile. It almost hurt to look at it.

"Now, I have a feeling I know the answer, but I must ask," Makarov spoke softly, "Do you wish to join Fairy Tail?"

"Without question!" The two spoke in unison, their answers firm and resolute, already formed the moment they stepped into the guild.

Makarov grinned, "Wonderful! Let's make it official, shall we?"

He hopped off his desk with surprising agility, surprising both kids as he urged them to follow. The two turned to each other, smiles slowly growing on their faces as Makarov led them to the main hall.

"It looks like most of the guildmembers have settled down," Minato observed, taking in the now somewhat quiet atmosphere.

Makarov moved to the top of the stairs and cleared his throat loudly, "All right, you little brats! Today, we welcome two new members to our ever-growing family! Minato Namikaze and Erza Scarlet!"

A deafening cheer lit up the main hall as guildmembers raised their drinks in celebration. Minato flinched at the sudden noise as Erza smiled gently. The warm atmosphere was very welcome, in her opinion.

"Now, where would you like your guild marks, and what color?"

Minato paused, his eyes scrunched in thought. His gaze slowly shifted over to Erza before making up his mind. He rolled his right sleeve, "Here, please, on my shoulder. And I'd like red."

Makarov nodded, stamping the red Fairy Tail emblem onto Minato's shoulder. The mark tingled slightly as it settled into his skin, a warm sensation that felt oddly comforting. He turned to Erza with an expectant look.

Erza hesitated, her hand unconsciously moving to touch her upper arm. "Yellow," she said finally. "On my left arm, please."

Makarov nodded, pressing the stamp against her skin. The guild mark glowed briefly before settling into a vibrant yellow emblem on her left arm. Erza stared at it with wonder, tracing the outline with her fingers.

"It's official," Makarov declared, his voice carrying throughout the hall. "Welcome to Fairy Tail, my children!"

The crowd cheered as the two kids descended down the steps. Among them, a kid around their age bolted from behind the adults, skidding to a stop in front of them, "Hey! I'm Cana! Welcome to Fairy Tail!"

She grasped Erza's hands into her own, "I'm glad to finally have another girl to talk to!"

Erza blinked at the girl's immediate friendliness, stunned by her greeting.

Before she could respond, Cana had already moved on to Minato, her smile never faltering.

"T-thank you?" Erza managed to utter, overwhelmed by Cana's delighted attitude.

"So, what kind of magic do you use?" Cana asked, releasing Erza's hands to dig into her bag. Minato blinked as she pulled out a deck of cards, "I use Card Magic! It's not powerful yet, but Master Makarov says I'm getting stronger every day!"

"I-uh…" Erza stumbled, stunlocked by the girl's tenacity, "I use telekinesis, or so Master Makarov says…"

"Like moving stuff with your mind?" Cana asked brightly, "That's super cool! What about you?"

Minato gave a soft chuckle, "I'm learning Sealing Arts."

Cana blinked, tilting her head to the side, "Sealing Arts? What's that?"

"Cana, I think you're overwhelming them a bit…" a young male voice. Minato turned to see a dark-haired boy in his underwear… and nothing else.

"Name's Grey," the boy smiled at him, "Nice to meet ya."

"The pleasure's mine," Minato nodded in acknowledgment, "but… do you realize you're lacking some clothing?"

Grey paused before looking down. In a flash, his eyes widened as he started panicking, "Oh man, not again! Hey have you guys seen my…"

Grey's voice faded as he left them in search of his pants. Minato stood stunned as Erza covered her small laughs with her mouth. Slowly, a smile grew on Minato's face.

Minato opened his mouth to talk, but a firm hand gave him pause. He looked up to see Macao giving him a large grin, "I'm sure they'd like to talk more, but I'm also sure they're hungry as hell, am I right?"

As if on cue, Minato's stomach growled loudly, causing his cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Erza's soft giggle beside him only deepened his blush.

"Ah," Makarov laughed boisterously, "The flames of youth! Come, children, let's get you something to eat!"

The guildmembers chuckled as they made space for the children on one of the remaining three tables that weren't shattered. Almost immediately, plates were placed in front of them: roasted meats, vegetables, fresh bread, meaty soups, the works.

Erza's eyes widened as she bit into one of the meats, the flavor exploding in her mouth. She looked at Minato, who looked equally stunned. Ms. Hannah had given them food, but it was rather bland, mostly meant to give them their nutrients back into their neglected bodies. But this…

"Go on," Makarov urged gently, "eat as much as you like."

Neither needed further prompting. They dug into the food with an enthusiasm that only the previously starved could muster. The guild watched with a mixture of amusement and sympathy as the children devoured their meals. A few chuckled as the kids devoured their meals.

Cana giggled alongside them before her eyes widened at Erza. She was crying while shoving her face full of food, a smile hidden by the foodstuffs.

Minato noticed and gently nudged her with his elbow, concern etched on his face. "Erza?"

She wiped away the tears, giving him a water yet reassuring smile, "I'm fine, Minato, just… happy."

It was about safety, about belonging, about the warmth of the guild hall after the cold stone cells of the Tower, about finding a family, people that cared for them.

As evening descended and the initial excitement withered, Makarov approached them, a thoughtful expression on his face, "We need to discuss your living arrangements," he murmured quietly.

Minato and Erza stiffened, the idea of their lodgings on the back burner under the euphoria of finally achieving a successful goal.

"Fairy Tail has a dormitory for female members called Fairy Hills. Normally, it would cost you rent, but for now, Fairy Tail is willing to waive the costs for Erza," he murmured, "however, as for Minato, I'm afraid we have no male dormitories. There are plenty of apartments available throughout Magnolia, and Fairy Tail would allow you an allowance, at least until you started taking missions."

Erza felt a wave of anxiety pulse through her. The idea of being separated from Minato. "I want to stay with Minato!" Erza blurted out, her voice slightly higher than normal. All eyes turned to her, making her shrink back slightly, but she remained resolute.

Makarov studied the children's faces, seeing the fear hidden beneath their determined expressions. These weren't ordinary guild recruits—they were survivors who had formed a bond in the crucible of suffering.

"I understand," he said softly. "But there are certain... propriety concerns."

"We shared a cell for months," Minato pointed out quietly. "We slept side by side on the boat that brought us here."

"And on the train," Erza added, her hand unconsciously finding Minato's.

Makarov held their gaze for a moment longer before sighing, "Such stubborn spirits. You'll fit in perfectly.

The guild master sighed, stroking his mustache thoughtfully. "There's a small cottage near the edge of town that belongs to the guild. It's nothing fancy—two bedrooms, a small kitchen, living area. It was meant as temporary housing for members between missions, but it's been empty for some time."

"Just promise me you'll both start working on becoming independent eventually," Makarov added with a gentle smile. "It's important for your growth as wizards... and as people."

Erza frowned lightly, unable to deny the logic but still feeling anxious at the idea of being separated from her friend.

Minato, however, gave a firm nod, "We understand, Master. We are grateful for your accommodations."

---

Minato and Erza followed the Master closely as he led them to their new housing. It was a humble abode, really. The building was weathered but sturdy, with a small garden out front that had grown wild from neglect. The Fairy Tail emblem was emblazoned over the doorway. The building itself was nestled between a grove of forests, close enough to Lake Scilliora to hear its gentle lapping against the shore.

"It's not much, but it's yours for as long as you need it," Makarov said, pulling out a key from his pocket.

"We appreciate it, master," Erza said quietly, entering the small cottage. It had a small living area with a worn sofa and armchair, a kitchen with basic appliances, and two bedrooms with simple beds. The only issue was the thin coating of dust on literally everything. Otherwise, it was heaven.

"I'll have someone bring fresh linens and supplies tomorrow," Makarov spoke before turning to Erza. "Speaking of tomorrow, I have someone I want to introduce you to. A close friend of the guild, Porlyusica."

"Porlyusica?" Erza repeated, the foreign name tasting odd on her tongue.

"She's a healer," Makarov explained, his eyes lingering on her eye patch, "The best in Fiore. I'm sure she'd want to check on your eye.

Erza's eye rose to her patch, her fingers shakily tracing it, "Ms. Hannah did say I should see a healer. Could Ms. Porlyusica restore it?"

Makarov's expression became firm, "I can't promise anything, Erza. Some wounds are beyond even the most powerful healers. However, if there is anyone that is capable, it's Porlyusica."

Erza gave a tentative nod, causing a smile to bloom on Makarov's face, "Very well, I'll come for you in the morning. For now, gain some rest."

After the Master left, Minato and Erza stood in silence, taking in their new lodgings.

"It's so quiet," Erza whispered, her voice sounding unnaturally loud in the stillness of the cottage.

Minato nodded, running his finger along a dusty shelf. "After all that noise at the guild, it feels strange."

They moved through the space together, inspecting every nook and cranny as they passed. Erza pushed open one of the bedroom doors, revealing a small space with a narrow bed and a window overlooking the lake. The other room was a similar set-up.

"Do you have a preference?" Minato murmured, slipping off his jacket.

Erza shook her head. "They're both the same to me."

"I'll take this one then," Minato said, gesturing to the room on the left. "You can have the lake view."

Erza hesitated before nodding. "Thank you."

Minato flashed her a small smile before moving to his new bedroom.

"Wait!" Erza blurted out, startling Minato into turning around sharply.

Minato blinked at her, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Erza hesitated, her hand clutching the doorframe. "Could we..." Her voice trailed off, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

Understanding dawned in Minato's eyes. After months of sleeping in the same cell, backs pressed against each other for warmth and comfort, the thought of sleeping alone was more terrifying than either wanted to admit.

He gave her a gentle nod, "Wait here for a sec."

Minato disappeared into his room and emerged a moment later, dragging his mattress across the floor. With methodical movements, he positioned it beside Erza's bed, creating a makeshift double sleeping area.

They settled into their respective beds, neither bothering to change clothes—they had nothing to change into yet.

"Thank you," she whispered, sitting on the edge of her bed. "I know it's silly..."

"It's not silly," Minato cut her off gently. "After everything we've been through, I don't think I could sleep alone either."

"I—" she cut herself off, her voice cracking.

"Go ahead," Minato urged softly, sitting up on his floor-seated bed, his full attention on her.

"I feel guilty."

Minato's eyes softened in an instant. He understood what she meant.

"We abandon—"

"No," Minato spoke firmly. For the first time since leaving the Tower, he had forgone any soft and gentle tone. "We didn't abandon them. Jellal forced us to leave. If we had stayed, he would have killed them all."

"But—!"

"Erza," he interrupted in a tone that commanded attention, "tell me, and answer this honestly: If you had actually had a choice, would you have chosen to stay and fight alongside everyone? Even if that meant death?"

Erza didn't hesitate, "Of course!"

"Then you didn't abandon them. You were forced to leave."

"What's the difference between abandoning them and being forced to abandon them? The end result is still the same," Erza whispered to herself, tears falling from her eye.

Minato's presence became gentler as he slid over to her bed, their shoulders touching.

"The difference is intent, Erza." he murmured quietly, "Your heart never abandoned them; it was with them until the very end."

For several minutes, they sat in silence, broken only by her quiet sobs. Minato kept his arm around her, a steady presence as the emotions she'd been holding back finally spilled over.

I have to get stronger—

I have to get faster—

—to protect our new family.

—to stop anyone from harming our friends.

As the moon rose higher in the sky, casting a soft light through the windows, Erza's breathing finally evened out. Minato watched as she drifted to sleep, her face peaceful for the first time in months. He gently moved her to lie down on her bed. Her face twisted into a frown as he left her on the bed. Minato sighed, carefully sliding back onto the mattress beside her bed. Almost immediately, Erza's expression relaxed. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with the events of the day. They had made it to Fairy Tail. They were safe. Yet the ghosts of the Tower still haunted them.

As sleep began to claim him, Minato made a silent vow. They would heal. They would grow stronger. And someday, perhaps, they would be able to save those they had left behind.

Chapter 3: Depth Perception

Summary:

Don't mind me, just posting early again because I can't control myself... again.

The first glimmer of dawn passed through their windows, lighting up the interior of their bedroom. Minato's closed eyes twitched slightly before slowly opening. He lifted himself into an upright position as he yawned, his muscles stretching in delight as he gave a small groan of relief. He perked when he heard soft, rhythmic breathing beside him. Erza lay curled on her bed, her hair splayed out across the pillow. He couldn't prevent the soft smile from appearing on his face.

His movements were careful so as not to wake her. He padded quietly to the window, gazing out at Lake Scilliora. He could already see a few boats of fishermen sitting atop the water. He tensed slightly as a sharp flash of memories hit him. The guards he had killed. Some had fearful faces, others had died before they realized they had even died. His fists closed around the windowsill as he took in a breath.

I had to.

A sharp knock jolted Minato from his mental reverie.

Right, Master said he was going to come over in the morning.

Composing himself, he turned to Erza. She was still asleep, no worries to be found on her face. Closing the bedroom door gently, he made his way over to the living space. His hand closed around the knob firmly, and he took a slight breath before opening it.

Standing on their doorstep was Master Makarov, his face holding a gentle smile. Beside him stood a much taller woman with pink hair, her face set in a strict, if almost disdainful expression. The sight of the short, kind Master and the looming, asocial woman was jarring, to say the least.

"Good morning, Master Makarov," Minato greeted with a polite bow before turning to the pink-haired woman, "good morning to you as well, ma'am."

The woman's eyes softened lightly but still held their cold gaze, "Another human child? You collect them like trinkets, Makarov. Though at least this one has manners, I suppose."

Makarov chuckled, unbothered by the woman's tone, "Minato, this is Porlyusica, the healer I mentioned the other day. Porlyusica, this is Minato Namikaze, one of our newest family members.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am," Minato said, maintaining his composure, "Erza and I are grateful that you've decided to come this way."

Porlyusica's eyes narrowed before kneeling down and scanning over Minato's form with a clinical gaze, "You seem to have recovered well, at least physically. Where's the girl?"

"Still sleeping," Minato replied, startled by her perceptiveness, "I didn't want to wake her yet."

"Good," Porlyusica nodded approvingly before turning to Makarov, "At least one of your brats understands basic health recovery."

"Should I wake her?"

Porlyusica shook her head, "No. It's better if I diagnose her while she's still asleep. Children are far too fitful when they're awake."

Minato nodded, leading them down toward the bedroom at the end of the hall, where Erza was still resting peacefully. Porlyusica breezed past Minato, kneeling before the bed, her expression softening slightly.

"How long has it been since she lost it?"

"One week," Minato answered, voice thick with emotion.

Porlyusica clicked her tongue in disapproval, "What treatment has she received?"

"A doctor in Hargeon cleaned her wound and gave us bandages," Minato admitted, his voice flickering between relief and trepidation, "but other than that…"

Porlyusica nodded. She supposed it was the most non-magic doctors could do. Slowly, her hands began to remove Erza's bandage, revealing the raw, healing wound. Minato felt the urge to avert his eyes but forced himself to keep looking. He'd seen it before, but the sight still caused a wave of anger and resentment to course through him.

Jellal…

"Can you help her?" Minato asked, his voice strained with worry.

The healer turned to him, giving a short glance before turning back to the girl, "I cannot restore what has been lost," she said bluntly, "but I can create something that will help."

"You can?" Minato murmured with wide eyes.

"I am not a simple healer, child."

Minato stepped back, his face flushed, "Right, sorry, ma'am."

Porlyusica's expression lightened slightly, nodding to the boy. She reached into her bag and pulled out several vials of colorful liquid, alongside what appeared to be medical instruments. Minato recognized some, others were foreign to him.

"I can craft her an artificial eye," Porlyusica explained as her hands were already setting up her workspace. "It will be a near-flawless replica. She will be able to see out of it as if it were her normal eye."

"An artificial eye?" Minato asked, astonished. He had heard of magical healing, but this was the first time he had seen it.

"Yes. It's a delicate process, one that I rarely, if ever, perform." Porlyusica paused, her gaze lingering on Erza. "The girl will need to remain still for the procedure. Will she panic when she wakes?"

Minato covered his mouth in thought, his eyes scrunching. A silent beat passed before Minato nodded, "I believe so. Her eye was taken forcibly. And there is the chance she will panic if she wakes up to someone she doesn't immediately recognize.

Porlyusica sighed, taking a step back, "Wake her now, then. Explain what's happening before I begin."

He did as she asked, gently nudging Erza awake. Erza stirred for a moment, her eye opening slightly, attempting to blink the drowsiness away.

"Minato?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. Her eye flicked over to the other two occupants. Master Makarov and…

She tensed as her eyes lingered over the tall, intimidating woman. Minato's hand found her shoulder, putting her involuntarily at ease.

"It's okay," he spoke gently, "This is Porlyusica. Remember? Master said she would come in to take a look at your eye."

Erza felt her shoulders relax slightly, "My eye?"

"That's right," Makarov nodded, "It's only fitting that a young lady like you should have both eyes!"

Porlyusica shook her head at Makarov's actions before turning to Erza, "I can create an artificial eye for you. It will function like a normal eye, though the process will be… uncomfortable."

Erza's lone eye widened, her hand rising up to her unbandaged wound, "I'll have both eyes?"

"Yes," Porlyusica confirmed, "however, I need you to do one thing for me, child. I need you to stay completely still during the procedure. Do you think you can do that?"

Erza hesitated for a moment, looking down at her hands. Minato moved to reassure her, but before he could, her eye snapped up to her, a resolute glint in her eyes, "I can."

The girl's resolve almost caused Porlyusica to give a smirk. Almost.

"Very well," Porlyusica turned to both male occupants, "It'd be better if you two were to leave. I cannot afford any distractions."

Minato's lips set in a straight line before speaking up, "Are you sur—"

"Boy," Porlyusica muttered darkly, causing him to flinch, "If I tell you to leave, you leave."

Minato felt his heart pang painfully, and it looked almost as if he was ready to argue again.

"Minato," came Erza's soft voice. He turned and saw the pure determination in her eye, "I'll be fine."

He paused, maintaining her gaze for a moment longer before nodding, turning to leave with Master Makarov. Erza gave him a reassuring grin as he walked out, leaving her and Porlyusica alone.

"Lay on your back, child," Porlyusica said sternly.

Erza gave a small nod as she laid back, her hair splaying across the pillow. She watched as Porlyusica mixed some vials together, her face set in a concentrated expression.

"Um," Erza started nervously, her earlier resolve waning slightly in front of the unfamiliar woman, "How long is this going to take?"

"Several hours," Porlyusica replied, her eyes never leaving her work. "The creation of an artificial eye is incredibly delicate. Here, drink this."

Erza took a vial of green liquid hesitantly, "What is it?"

"A mild sedative. It won't put you to sleep, but it will numb the pain."

Porlyusica's eyes finally turned to Erza, "This will not be pleasant, child."

Erza nodded, gathering her wits before swallowing the liquid in a single gulp. She cringed at the bitter taste but otherwise said nothing.

"Good," Porlyusica said, a hint of approval flashing through her eyes, "Now, lay back, close your eyes, and think of something that brings you comfort."

Erza closed her eye, trying to follow Porlyusica's instructions. Something that brought comfort? Her mind immediately conjured up an image of Minato's face, his reassuring smile, the way he had protected her time and again in the Tower. Then, unbidden, came memories of strawberry cake—the sweetness that had momentarily banished all the darkness.

---

Minato stood in the living room, sitting on a couch with his eyes closed, attempting to meditate the same way the hermit taught him. Despite his worry for Erza, his mind melted back into a memory from a few years ago, yet it seemed so distant now. When he was young, he remembered seeing an old man approach his village. He was strange. His white hair was long and wild. Minato had originally been terrified of him, but the hermit gave a boisterous laugh.

"Boy!" The hermit had laughed, "There are only two things you should fear in life! A lack of mental discipline and the fury of women!"

Minato couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips. The hermit was a strange old man that had stayed in his village for a few weeks. He would often stare at Minato as if assessing him. Then, out of nowhere, he declared he would be Minato's teacher.

"What are you laughing about, Minato?" Makarov's voice brought back Minato from his sudden flashback.

"Oh," Minato laughed sheepishly, "Just remembering someone who tutored me back before…"

His eyes grew dim as sympathy flashed over Makarov.

"What did he tutor you in?" Makarov smoothly changed the subject, much to Minato's relief.

"Sealing Arts," he murmured.

Makarov's eyes lit up with interest, "Ah yes, I do remember you saying something about that the other day. Sealing Arts, eh?"

Minato perked up at Makarov's words, "Do you know about Sealing Arts Magic, Master?"

"Mmm, likely not as much as your mentor," Makarov admitted, "but I know the theory well enough. Sealing Arts Magic has been a lost magic for the past four centuries."

Minato's eyes widened, "Four centuries?"

"Yes, though I am curious as to how far you advanced?"

Minato shrugged modestly, "I was learning quickly before… that happened."

Makarov hummed, "Well, you're in luck. Fairy Tail's library has quite a collection of magical texts! I'm sure we can find something on the Sealing Arts to help you continue your training."

"A library?" Minato asked, his brow raising questioningly. "Forgive my assumptions, Master, but the guild doesn't seem like the reading type."

Instead of being offended, Makarov laughed loudly, "You'd be correct, boy! Most of our members prefer action to study. However, our library was curated around the personal library of our founder, Mavis Vermillion. It was one of her final gifts to the guild."

Minato's eyes lit up at the mention of the guild's founder. "Mavis Vermillion? Who was she?"

Makarov's expression brightened with pride. "The First Master of Fairy Tail! She was one of the most brilliant magical minds in history! She founded our guild over a hundred years ago and was an unparalleled tactician!"

The boy leaned forward as his worry for Erza, though still prevalent, was overtaken by his interest. "Was she a Sealing Arts Master too?"

"No, no," The Master laughed, "Her specialty was Illusion Magic, amongst a few others. But she collected knowledge on all forms of magic. Her philosophy of magic was unique. By understanding the fundamentals of different magical disciplines, people could open the gate to understand one another."

"By understanding magic, we open the gate to understanding each other?" Minato murmured, mulling over the idea. It was an appealing philosophy.

"Indeed. You remind me a bit of her— with that mind of yours," Makarov scanned over Minato for a moment, "Tell me, what specifically interests you about the Sealing Arts?"

Minato stayed silent for a moment. Why did he enjoy the Sealing Arts? Was it because he enjoyed the challenge? Or was it because he was just bored in Marigold?

"I think it's because I enjoy the precision required," Minato finally answered, his brow furrowed in thought, "You need to understand not just what you're doing but why each character works with the other. One incorrect line can change a barrier seal into an explosive tag."

Makarov nodded, "Yes, from what I've seen, the Sealing Arts do indeed require precision. They bridge the gap between written magic and pure magical manipulation. Not many have the patience or mental discipline for it."

"The hermit said I had a natural aptitude," Minato admitted, a hint of pride breaking through his usually humble demeanor, "that my mind worked a bit differently than most."

"And this hermit, did he have a name?"

Minato's face scrunched up. "If he did, he never gave me it. Everyone in the village just called him the Toad Hermit, mostly because he was always surrounded by toads. He even talked to them. He had long white hair and these red markings on his face," Minato traced lines down his cheeks with his fingers. "He was pretty eccentric."

"He sounds like it," Makarov laughed, "well, we still have a few hours until Erza's surgery is finished. I could take you to the library so you can check out some books?"

Minato looked down, his eyes flickering over to the door. Makarov caught it, and his expression turned gentle, "She will still be here when we come back, Minato. And while Porlyusica is far from a combat specialist, she isn't helpless."

Minato nodded slowly, understanding the logic. "Okay," he agreed, though his voice held a hint of reluctance.

"Excellent!" Makarov clapped his hands together. "It's not far from the guild hall—we keep it separate to minimize... damage."

The two walked towards a small building on the guildhall's outskirts. Minato's eyes roamed over the exterior of the library. Unlike the rambunctious guildhall, this building stood with quiet dignity—a two-story stone structure with large windows and an ornate door bearing the Fairy Tail emblem.

"Welcome to Fairy Tail's library," Makarov announced proudly as they stepped inside.

Minato's eyes widened as he took in the interior. Bookshelves stretched from floor to ceiling, packed with tomes, grimoires, scrolls, and everything in between.

"This is…" Minato couldn't finish the words, too awed by the legacy of the First Master.

"Yes," Makarov breathed out, "I am ashamed to admit that it has been a while since even I have entered the library."

Minato nodded absentmindedly, browsing around the nearest shelf. Several books stood out to him:

The Draconis Histoire

A History of the Ancient Sages

Lost Summonings Throughout the Ages

The Tales of the Tailed Beasts

A Legacy of Fairies

Minato raised a brow at these. They seemed so… specific.

"Master Mavis was very precise and meticulous when it came to organizing her library. Right now, you're reading from the Ancient Creatures section," Makarov elaborated, "I believe she has an entire section on script-based magic on the second floor. There should be a catalog at the entrance of the second floor that should specify where the Sealing Arts are."

Minato nodded eagerly, "Thank you, Master."

The stairs creaked beneath their feet as they climbed to the second floor. True to Makarov's word, a large, leather-bound catalog rested on a pedestal near the staircase. Minato approached it carefully, his fingers tracing over the pages as he flipped through them. The catalog was meticulously organized by subject, then by author, then by date of publication.

"Sealing Arts... Sealing Arts..." Minato muttered, running his finger down the index. Let's see… there!

Minato couldn't help but love how organized everything was. In order to find the Sealing Arts, he had to look through the Script-Based Magic Category, which then divided into the various script based magics, like Letter Magic, Scripture Magic, and Sealing Arts Magic. They were then broken down into their individual divisions. Letter Magic was split between Solid Script, Dark Écriture, and Written Enchantment Magic. Sealing Arts Magic was split between Sealing Script and Arcane Formulaic Script, often shortened to Arcane Script.

Minato traced his fingers down the Script Magic section. According to the catalog, the books were shelved in… Section 4-E, subsection 7. He gave a small, delighted grin.

Thank you, Master Mavis.

Minato's eyes gleamed as he traced through the catalog, following the markers until he reached a shelf tucked into the corner. The books were older, their spines weathered with age but carefully preserved. His fingers brushed over the spines when a series of books caught his attention. They were bound in blue leather with silver script etched into their spines:

Fundamentals of Basic Sealing

Advanced Applications of Formulaic Sealing

Applications of Barrier Matrices

The Principle of Dimensional Storage

History of Sealing Masters

Minato's eyes widened at the sight of so many texts on Sealing Arts. He had studied under the Toad Hermit for only a few weeks before the man had departed from his village, leaving him with only basic knowledge. Now, before him, lay a treasure trove of information on the magic he had grown to love.

With gentle, almost reverential care, he pulled the first book from the shelf. Opening it, he found precise and detailed diagrams of sealing formulas, detailed explanations of the meaning of each character, and the theory behind every basic combination.

"I take it you've found what you're looking for?" Makarov asked, a wide grin plastered on his face at the boy's wonder.

"Yes," Minato whispered, his eyes reading over each line of text.

Makarov nodded, "I'm glad. I'm sure Mavis would be exhilarated to have someone in her library."

Makarov looked outside. It was still fully bright out.

"Minato," he called out, earning the boy's attention, "I have guild duties to attend, but you may remain here. I will come and gather you when Erza has emerged from her surgery."

Minato nodded, his focus already returning to the book in his hands. "Thank you, Master."

As Makarov's footsteps faded down the stairs, Minato settled into a comfortable chair by the window, sunlight streaming over the pages of the ancient tome. For the first time since the Tower, he felt a sense of normalcy return to him—the familiar comfort of learning, of expanding his mind. The books were complex and far more detailed than anything the Toad Hermit had shown him, but the challenge only excited him more.

Time blurred as he lost himself within the pages of the book. He couldn't keep up with the sheer amount of knowledge being dropped on him.

And this was Basic Sealing… Minato mused. Next time, he'd have to bring a notebook.

Outside the library window, the sun had begun its descent, casting an orange glow across Magnolia. Minato had lost track of time completely, his mind immersed in the intricacies of sealing formulas. The foundation the hermit left for him was enhanced by the basics of this tome. He was particularly focused on the dimensional storage seals. While he did know the basics of the storage seal, according to this book, advanced seals could store elemental magic. Using it correctly, one could even swallow up and store an enemy's attacks.

"Minato."

The voice startled him from his studies. Looking up, he found Makarov standing in the doorway, his expression calm.

"Master?" Minato said in surprise, jolting to his feet, "Is Erza—"

"She is," Makarov nodded, watching as Minato's shoulders sagged with relief.

"Porlyusica did an excellent job, as I knew she would. She's waiting with Erza back at your cottage."

Minato carefully closed the book, placing it back on the shelf with reluctance. "Can I borrow these sometime?"

"You can borrow them now," Makarov said, "Just tell me which ones you wish to borrow, and I'll record them for you."

Minato nodded, gathering three books in succession. The Fundamentals of Basic Sealing, Advanced Applications of Formulaic Sealing, and The Principle of Dimensional Storage.

Makarov nodded, recording the titles in a small ledger he pulled from his pocket. "Good choices. Now, shall we go see how Erza is doing?"

Minato clutched the books to his chest and nodded eagerly, following Makarov out of the library. The walk back to the cottage seemed to take forever, each step weighted with anticipation. As they approached, Minato could see light streaming from the windows, casting a warm glow on the path.

Makarov pushed open the door, but Minato bolted past him, his eyes searching for Erza. He found her sitting at the small kitchen table, her posture straight and dignified. He was vaguely aware of Porlyusica packing away her instruments, but his eyes were focused on Erza. She turned to him, and his breath caught in his throat as two warm, brown eyes gazed at him.

"Erza," he murmured, carefully placing his books on a nearby chair. Erza smiled shyly, her hand touching the area around her new artificial eye.

"What do you think?" she asked, her voice quiet. Minato stared closely. The artificial eye was flawless. If he hadn't known prior to the surgery, he never would have guessed she lost an eye.

"It's perfect," Minato finally said, a small smile gracing his lips, "You can't tell the difference."

"The procedure was a success," Porlyusica stated matter-of-factly, though there was a hint of pride in her voice. "The artificial eye will function exactly like her original. There may be some discomfort as she adjusts to her restored depth perception. However, other than that, there should be no more issues. If there are, you come to me immediately, got that?" Her voice took a dark tone at the end as if she had dealt with incredibly stubborn patients in the past.

"Yes, ma'am!" Erza spoke nervously, intimidated by the woman before her.

Porlyusica switched her gaze to Minato, who immediately stiffened under the glare, "And you! You are to make sure that she does indeed come to me, even if she refuses, got that!?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Minato replied instantly, his back straightening under her attention.

Porlyusica nodded in satisfaction, "Good. I'm leaving now. Too much human interaction for one day."

Makarov chuckled as she opened the door, "Thank you, old friend. Your kindness never ceases to amaze me."

"Kindness?" the woman scoffed. "Hardly. I simply couldn't bear the thought of such a girl walking around half-blind." With that, she swept out the door without a single look back.

As soon as Porlyusica was gone, Erza's figure slumped in relief, "She's intense."

"But brilliant," Makarov laughed to himself. "How does it feel, Erza?"

Erza covered each eye experimentally, testing the difference only to realize they were the same. No difference in vision.

"I can't feel a difference in vision, Master," Erza admitted, "but it does feel… strange. Like I'm looking through someone else's eyes. Though, Ms. Porlyusica said that would pass."

"Good, good," Makarov nodded, pleased by the news.

"But I've been meaning to ask," Erza said, pointing at the three books he brought. "What are those?"

"Oh!" Minato's face lit up with excitement. "Master Makarov took me to the guild's library while you were... recovering. These are books on Sealing Arts! There's so much information—things I never even knew. You know how storage seals can seal physical objects and ethernano?"

Erza nodded, the memory of his improvised siphon seal back at the Tower.

"Well, apparently, you can also seal magic attacks too!" Minato said excitedly, his eyes gleaming with joy. "Then you can unseal the same spell later, using it against the enemy."

"Wow!" Erza exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with amazement. "But, where does it go?"

"It gets sealed into a timeless pocket dimension!"

"These seals sound similar to requip, now that I think about it," Makarov murmured.

Erza perked up at that, her head tilting in curiosity, "Requip?"

"Requip Magic allows the user to store items—primarily weapons, armor, and clothing—in a pocket dimension," Makarov explained. "The mage can then 'requip' these items at will, summoning them instantly for battle, allowing for nearly unparalleled fluid adaptability in combat."

"That sounds incredibly useful," Erza said, her eyes wide with interest. Minato noticed a strange gleam in her eyes—the same look she'd had when first tasting strawberry cake.

"It is," Makarov nodded, taking note of her expression.

"Can I requip an entire set of armor?" She murmured quietly, her mind racing with thoughts.

"You can store entire sets of armor," Makarov explained, "But requipping an entire set of armor is difficult and cumbersome. Most tend to prefer to requip weapons, armor segments, and items. It's much faster that way."

"But it is possible?" Erza stressed, her eyes setting in an odd, determined expression.

Makarov raised an eyebrow at her persistence. "Yes, it is possible, though rare. The magical energy required to instantly summon a complete set of armor is substantial. Only mages with exceptional magical reserves can manage it effectively."

I have to, she thought to herself, if I can adapt to any situation, in addition to my telekinesis, I can become strong! With adaptable armor, I can take the hits my friends can't…

Her thoughts trailed off as she looked over to Minato, who was giving her an encouraging smile.

"I want to learn it," Erza declared, her voice firm with conviction.

Makarov's bushy eyebrows rose slightly, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Well, I certainly can't deny your determination. Very well, I'll arrange for someone to teach you the basics of Requip Magic."

Erza's face lit up, her eyes shining with thrill. "Thank you, Master!"

Makarov chuckled, "Don't thank me yet, my child. It's not an easy magic to master. It will be an arduous journey."

"One that I'm more than willing to take, Master!" Erza exclaimed, her whole body trembling with excitement.

Makarov smiled at the two children, pride swelling in his chest. In just a day, they had already shown such determination and drive. These two would grow to be fine wizards, he was certain.

"Well," Makarov spoke up, "I believe it's getting late. I should return to the guild. I'll have someone bring over some proper supplies for you both tomorrow."

"Thank you, Master," Minato and Erza spoke in unison, bowing slightly.

As Makarov left, the cottage fell into a comfortable silence. Erza was still adjusting to having two eyes again, occasionally blinking rapidly or touching the area around her artificial eye.

"You sure you're okay?" Minato asked, noticing her movements.

"Hmmm?" Erza asked, stopping her actions, "Oh! Yes, it's just that I'm still adjusting."

Minato nodded, watching her with a mixture of concern and joy. Even with the occasional awkward blink or curious touch to her face, seeing Erza with two eyes again filled him with a sense of relief. It was as if a small piece of what Jellal had stolen from them had been restored.

"So…" Erza called out to him, "What did you bring from the library?"

Minato's eyes lit up as he retrieved the three books, carefully arranging them on the small kitchen table. He sat beside Erza, their shoulders almost touching as he opened the first book.

"This one covers the fundamentals," he explained, his finger tracing over a complex diagram. "It explains the basic theory behind sealing—how characters interact, the flow of ethernano through the matrix, and basic applications. Here, take a closer look."

Erza leaned closer, her brow furrowing as she picked up the book and squinted her eyes at the array of complex symbols.

"…I can't read this."

Minato blinked in surprise. "You can't read it?"

"No," Erza admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I can read normal writing, but these symbols..." Her fingers traced over the intricate characters that filled the pages, complex arrays of lines and curves that seemed to shimmer slightly in the dim light of their cottage.

Minato's expression softened as understanding dawned on him. "Of course you can't. These are specialized sealing scripts—even most wizards can't read them without training."

"Did your hermit teach you how to read them?" Erza asked, carefully closing the book and handing it back to him.

Minato nodded. "The basics, at least. Each character represents not just a concept but a flow of magical energy. When combined properly, they create pathways for ethernano to follow." He paused, noticing Erza's slightly downcast expression. "I could teach you if you'd like."

Her eyes brightened immediately. "Really?"

"Of course," Minato replied with a warm smile. "Though I should warn you, it's not easy. The hermit said it took most of his students years to master even the fundamentals."

"I don't mind," Erza said firmly. "If I'm going to learn Requip Magic and you're going to master Sealing Arts, we should understand each other's magic."

Minato felt a warmth pass through him at her words and flashed a smile at her, "Yeah. You're right."

The two of them stayed silent for a while, basking in each other's presence. It wasn't until an errant thought struck Minato that the comfortable silence ended.

He stood up abruptly, startling Erza.

"Minato, what's wro—!"

"We forgot to send a letter to Ms. Hannah!"

"You're right!" Erza gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "She made us promise to write as soon as we arrived!"

Minato scrambled around the cottage, searching through drawers and cupboards. "Do we even have paper and ink?"

"I don't think so," Erza admitted, joining his search. "We'll have to buy some tomorrow."

They both paused, the reality of their situation settling in. "We don't have much money left," Minato said quietly.

Erza's shoulders slumped slightly before her expression turned determined. "Then we need to start taking jobs soon. Real jobs, as Fairy Tail wizards."

Minato nodded, his eyes reflecting the same resolve. "Yes, but before that, we probably need to train a bit more. Master said he would provide an allowance for us until we can take on missions on our own."

"But first," Erza added, "we need to get paper and write to Ms. Hannah. She was worried about us."

Minato smiled at Erza's concern for the doctor who had helped them. "You're right. We'll make it our first priority."

As night fell over their small cottage, they prepared for bed, the excitement of their new magic studies temporarily set aside. Tomorrow would be their first real day as Fairy Tail wizards—the beginning of their journey to become stronger, to protect each other and their new family.

"Goodnight, Erza," Minato said softly, settling onto his mattress beside her bed.

"G'night… Mina," she mumbled back, her voice thick with sleep.

Minato's breath hitched at that. Mina? It was the first time Erza had called him that. The nickname felt warm somehow, like a small bridge connecting them even further. He gave a soft smile as Erza's rhythmic breathing lulled him into sleep.

---

For the next few weeks, Minato and Erza settled into a routine that gave them both a sense of mundanity they hadn't felt since they left the Tower.

Each morning, they would rise with the sun, eat a quick breakfast, and make their way to the guild hall. Makarov had arranged for both of them to receive basic training in their chosen magics. For Erza, this meant sessions with a friend of Makarov's, Kara, who specialized in Requip Magic. For Minato, it meant hours in the library, poring over the ancient texts on Sealing Arts.

"Focus on the pocket dimension," Kara instructed firmly, her voice stern as she guided Erza through another attempt. "Imagine it as an extension of your mind- a space that belongs to you and only you."

"Right!" Erza nodded, concentrating on the small knife in front of her. She had been practicing basic requipping for days, starting with simple, small objects. The theory was simple: create a personal pocket dimension, store an item there, and then recall it at will.

The practical attempts, however, were far more difficult.

"Relax," Kara advised her, noticing her taut form. "Forcing it will only cause your pocket dimension to collapse."

Erza took a breath, relaxing her posture. She pictured it— a space that was dark and infinite yet connected firmly to her magical core. She imagined placing the sword into that space. A soft golden light enveloped the sword. Then, to Erza's simultaneous surprise and delight, the sword disappeared.

"I did it!" Erza's cheered, her body thrumming with excitement.

"Good," Kara nodded approvingly, her black hair swaying with her movements, "Now recall it."

Erza nodded, clenching both of her hands. She imagined herself opening the doorway to her pocket dimension. She reached out mentally, willing it to return to her hand. For a second, nothing happened. Then, a flicker of golden light appeared. When it died down, the sword was in her palm.

"Yes!" Erza yelled out, raising the sword to the sky.

"Very good." Kara nodded, a hint of a smile on her face. "You're progressing rapidly for someone of your age. With your current rate of progression, I wouldn't doubt it if you become a master before your twenties."

Erza beamed at the praise, turning the sword over in her hand. "When can I try with something bigger? Like an armor set?"

"One step at a time," Kara cautioned. "First, practice with the sword until you can requip it instantly, without hesitation. Speed is crucial in combat situations."

Minato's training was far different, however…

Minato sat cross-legged on the library floor, surrounded by open books and scrolls covered in intricate symbols. Unlike Erza's training, which required constant supervision, his studies were largely self-directed, with occasional guidance from Makarov and the memories he could dredge from his mentor. His quiet ramblings resonated in the library, notes scattered across the floor as Minato practiced his calligraphy.

He frowned at his work, noting a slight imperfection in one of the characters. With a sigh, he crumpled the paper and began again. The Sealing Arts demanded perfection—a single misplaced line could cause a seal to fail catastrophically or, worse, activate in unpredictable ways.

That didn't mean he was inactive, however. He knew that despite his mind being his greatest advantage, he still had to nurture his speed and combat. He had learned basic combat and the utility of kunai but little to no actual hand-to-hand. While inside the library, Minato had grown curious and wondered if the library held any books for a martial arts style that fit his style.

To his delight, he found a section on combat magic and physical enhancement techniques. One book in particular caught his eye: Humming Bird Style Martial Arts: The Art of Fast-Paced Combat and Grappling.

The book detailed a style focused on speed, agility, and precision rather than raw power—perfect for Minato's natural talents.

"Maintain fluid transitions," Minato murmured to himself, reading from the text as he practiced the basic stance in a small clearing behind the library. "The Humming Bird style relies on constant movement—never remain stationary."

And they didn't stop at just training. Minato and Erza began to go on missions. Very small stuff within Magnolia only. The Master had specified this as a way to earn their keep and familiarize themselves with Fiore.

Time began to blur again, and it wasn't until Erza came in that he realized it was late.

"Minato?" Erza called, her voice echoing through the library. "Are you still in here?"

Minato looked up from his practice, sweat beading on his forehead. He quickly gathered his scattered notes and books, arranging them in a neat pile. "Over here, Erza!"

She appeared around one of the towering bookshelves, her red hair slightly disheveled from her training. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of him surrounded by books, papers, and what appeared to be chalk markings on the floor.

"Have you been here all day?" she asked, approaching him with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I guess I lost track of time," Minato admitted sheepishly. "How was your training with Ms. Kara?"

Erza's face lit up immediately. "I did it! I successfully requipped a sword today!" She demonstrated by extending her palm, concentrating briefly, and summoning the sword in a flash of golden light.

"Very nice," Minato grinned at her, "Are you planning on becoming a full swordsman… swordswoman?"

Erza beamed, twirling the sword with growing confidence. "I'm focusing on swords for now, but Ms. Kara says I should diversify. She thinks my telekinesis will pair well with multiple weapons."

"That makes sense," Minato nodded, gathering his books. "You could control several weapons at once while wielding another."

"Exactly!" Erza's eyes sparkled with excitement. "And eventually, I want to add armor. Different sets for different situations."

Minato smiled at her enthusiasm. "I can already picture it: Erza Scarlet, the armored swordswoman of Fairy Tail."

A faint blush colored her cheeks as she requipped the knife away. "What about you? I know you're focusing on your seals and have a martial arts style lined up, but have you thought of having any weapons?"

Minato paused for a moment. Weapons? To be honest, he hadn't considered it. His mind vaguely turned to the Tower of Heaven. He had used two daggers he found on the ground to great effect. He closed his eyes, forcing the image of the bloodied guards down. Instead, he also focused on an old memory, one of the hermit. He carried around a specific type of blade, a kunai…

"Maybe kunai," Minato murmured. "The hermit used to use them. They're small throwing knives, used for close combat and ranged attacks."

Erza leaned forward, a lock of her hair trailing over her shoulder, "They seem perfect for your kind of fighting style. Small, fast, and precise."

"I think so too," Minato nodded, "But I'd need to find a blacksmith who could make them the way I wanted."

Erza nodded, "Agreed. I need to find one too if I want to use my requip accurately. Maybe they could make me some specialized armor!"

"We should ask Master if he knows any," Minato suggested, getting to his feet and stretching his stiff muscles. "I'm sure there must be a skilled blacksmith in Magnolia."

"True, but we need money first," Erza pointed out before a sharp smile took over. "Well, do you reckon we're ready for a mission, at least?"

Minato gave a small smile, "I reckon so."

"Though..." Minato paused, his expression turning thoughtful, "maybe we should ask Master Makarov if there are any beginner-friendly missions we could take."

Erza nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea. We shouldn't overestimate ourselves, especially for our first mission."

"Well," Minato drawled playfully, "technically, we have gone on beginner missions. Maybe a thief request?"

"Or a bodyguard."

Minato nodded, "True, but we should ask Master. He'd likely know."

Erza nodded, and together, they walked towards the guild. Within a few minutes, Minato and Erza stood before the request board in the guild hall, examining the various job postings. Most were clearly beyond their current abilities—monster exterminations, dark guild investigations, and escort missions through dangerous territories.

"What about this one?" Erza pointed to a simple-looking flyer, "Capturing a thief that stole some jewelry."

"How much is it?" Minato peeked over her shoulder, curious.

"100,000 jewels," Erza read aloud, her eyes widening slightly. "That's more than enough for both of us to get some basic equipment."

Makarov's voice came from behind them, making both children jump. "Looking for a job, are we?"

They turned to see the guild master standing there, his arms crossed but his expression kind.

"Yes, Master," Minato replied. "We thought it was time we tried a real mission."

Makarov stroked his mustache thoughtfully, his eyes scanning over the request board.

"A thief job, eh?" Makarov murmured before sighing, "I'm afraid I can't let you leave without a guide."

"But Master—!" Erza tried to argue but fell silent when Makarov raised his hand, "Now, I didn't say I would refuse to let you go. You just need a guide. Now, let's see…"

Makarov's old eyes scanned the guild hall.

Macoa…? No.

Wakaba…? No.

Enno…? Perhaps.

The doors to the main hall creaked open as a boy with spiky blonde hair and headphones around his neck walked in. He looked to be a few years older than them, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, with a lightning-shaped scar running down his right eye.

"Yo, gramps!" the boy called out, eyes closed. "I just finished my mission in Onibus, so I think—"

"Thank you for volunteering, Laxus!" Makarov exclaimed, a cheeky grin on his face.

Laxus blinked in surprise, "Volunteer for what?" He looked down at the two kids in front, "And who are the runts?"

"These are our newest members, Minato Namikaze and Erza Scarlet," Makarov said cheerfully, inwardly cackling at the growing realization on his grandson's face, "They need an experienced guide for their first real mission."

"… You're joking, right gramps?"

"I'm afraid not," Makarov replied, his tone firm despite the mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You're the perfect candidate, Laxus. You've been complaining about wanting more responsibility."

Laxus' eye twitched, "You know that's not what I meant, gramps."

"Even so, this is an important lesson if you wish to become S-Class one day, my boy!" Makarov stated firmly, Laxus standing up a bit straighter, "An S-Class Wizard must be able to lead confidently!"

Laxus stayed silent for a moment as he mulled Makarov's words. Finally, he sighed, clearly unhappy but otherwise subdued. "Fine, but I'm not holding their hands the whole way. I'll only step in if necessary."

"That's fine," Erza replied, her voice tinged with determination. "We're not looking for a babysitter."

Laxus raised an eyebrow at her tone but said nothing, merely shrugging his shoulders. "Whatever. Let me see the job request."

Minato handed him the flyer, watching as the older boy's eyes scanned over the details.

"A jewelry thief in Oshibana," Laxus muttered. "Simple enough. When do you want to leave?"

"As soon as possible," Minato answered, exchanging a quick glance with Erza. "We can be ready within the hour."

"Then meet me at the train station in an hour," Laxus said, handing the flyer back. "Don't be late."

As Laxus walked away, Minato couldn't help but speak, "He seems… friendly."

Erza snorted as Makarov chuckled. "Don't mind my grandson's attitude," Makarov spoke softly, "He's been difficult lately, but he is still a skilled wizard and will keep you safe."

"Grandson?" Minato asked, his eyes widening.

"Indeed," Makarov nodded, his eyes becoming tender and nostalgic. He shook his head before turning to the duo. "You all must go and prepare. I'm afraid Laxus doesn't enjoy waiting."

"Couldn't have guessed," Erza murmured quietly. Minato held back a chuckle as he grabbed Erza's hand and led her to the cottage. He turned back to her with a gentle grin, "Are you excited?"

Erza's face lit up with a broad grin. "Our first real mission outside Magnolia! Of course I'm excited."

They reached their cottage quickly, both rushing to gather what little equipment they had. Minato packed his sealing supplies—ink, brushes, pre-made seal tags—while Erza made sure she could reliably requip the few weapons she had managed to store in her pocket dimension. With a final grin towards each other, the two made their way to Magnolia Station.

---

"Hannah!" A voice called out to her. Hannah looked up from her desk as the mailman entered her clinic. "I've got some more letters for you from Magnolia."

Hannah's eyes lit up as she took the letters from the mailman. "Thank you," she said gratefully, already tearing open the first envelope.

Her eyes scanned the pages eagerly, a smile growing on her face as she read the children's words. Minato's neat, precise handwriting detailed their arrival in Magnolia, their acceptance into the Fairy Tail guild, and the magical training they had begun. Erza's slightly messier script spoke of her new eye, her excitement about learning Requip magic, and how kind everyone at the guild had been.

Hannah felt a warmth spread through her chest. Despite her initial misgivings, it seemed the children had found a good home with this wizard guild. She read on, chuckling at their descriptions of guild members and their enthusiasm for their new lives.

Perhaps Fairy Tail isn't as bad as everyone says…