Lazarus

As they were walking he replied. "You don't have to." He smiled. "But it will be." He chirped as they reached the stadium. The opening event was described. It seemed like if you had the ability to fly inside the field you'd have a huge advantage. It would be interesting to watch.
"Go Karn!" He had developed a liking to the small wizard. There was something about them that brought a refreshing sense to the guild.


Deep underground somewhere in Ishgar.

There was a spluttering and gasping for air, as a young man was hoisted out of an incubator. He opened his eyes, with an innocent look, before closing them again, as if he were tired.

"Have you awoken yet?" An elderly gentleman asked with a rough voice. 

The man, wrists chained up, suddenly violently pulled at them, before relaxing. His eyes reopened, but this time they looked menacing and cruel. "Yes." He calmly stated. "Father."

The old man grinned, before tossing his ragged cloak to one side, revealing a surprisingly strong build and figure. "Excellent." He turned. "Sleep for now my boy." He left the room, leaving the young man held up by his wrists in chains. "Zeref... I'm coming." he whispered to himself triumphantly.