Elizabeth Pilfrey

Fairy Tail: A Rising Dawn (Daisuke & Elizabeth Pilfrey)

On this first mission, I think it would be fun if she got a magic artifact that made her stronger, or suddenly got a strong familiar. Which freaks her out because she doesn't know how to deal with it, so Ame would have to teach her.

Fairy Tail: A Rising Dawn (Daisuke & Elizabeth Pilfrey)

Lily hugged herself tighter. Ame was always so cheerful, and her magic was so beautiful, and powerful. Lily had been in awe of it since that day when they were little and Ame had made it snow on a crisp spring day. The black-haired girl had inherited both of her parents' talents, and truth be told, Lily felt . . . small standing next to her, even though she was of average height, like her dad, and built like the Titania. It didn't make her attractive, by any means, and her strong shoulders looked even stranger when she hunched them over with shyness, her pink hair pulled back in a childish half-ponytail. She thought she looked like a shy elephant, or something else just as awkward. Every day she wished she would grow out of it an turn into a beautiful woman like Erza, but even her hair, pink as it was, seemed like a watered-down, girlish version of her idol's wine-red hair.

"Um, um, I'm sorry, Growl," the cat was fierce, and almost as bad-tempered as Mr. Fullbuster. Except where Mr. Fullbuster had a soft heart and cared for his friends even when he was fighting them (as he did almost daily against' Lily's father), Growl seemed to be mean through and through. Worse, he seemed to be personally offended by Lily's existence, which didn't help her already dismal self-esteem. In fact, his comment almost made her apologize and leave, but she remembered the pained look on her mother's face and knew she couldn't very well back out now. She swallowed, gathering her courage, and looked up at Ame.

"A-are you sure it's OK? I mean, I'd love to," she tried to smile, but it went sour, and she looked down at her toes again. What was she thinking? Of course it was a joke. She'd only be dead weight on this trip, or a luggage-watcher. And one million jewels? Well, she glanced up at Ame's expectant face, maybe Ame could do a job like that, but it would be unfair to split the reward like that.

"You don't have to, you know," she went on, her voice getting quieter, "You know I'm not really . . . " She didn't need to say it. She was the elephant in the room and everyone already knew.

Fairy Tail: A Rising Dawn (Daisuke & Elizabeth Pilfrey)

It would make a really good character arc if she eventually become strong... Or at least finds her place (with Ame's help). Haha!

Also, I know I'm posting a lot now but once the school years starts it might be like ... Once a week.

Fairy Tail: A Rising Dawn (Daisuke & Elizabeth Pilfrey)

Lily stood upstairs with her head down while her mother berated her.

"Lily, you can't just leave the guild! Do you know what the life of an unregistered mage is like? Your father and I have worked so hard to make Fairy Tail what it is, and now you're just going to throw it all away. Why?" Lily clenched her fists and bowed her head further, biting her lip to prevent it from trembling. It was no use. The tears spilled down her cheeks and she choked on a sob. The Titania wouldn't cry, she tried to tell herself, but it didn't help.

"I don't know, mom," she managed to choke out. Both of them knew perfectly well why. Her mother wasn't trying to hurt her, she knew. But for two powerful mages to end up with a child who could barely open the weakest of the celestial gates, let along become a dragon slayer . . . She was a stain on the family name, and it stressed her parents out. It stressed them out that she was more bookish than her mother and less smart than her father. Besides that, she had almost no magic. Her only redeeming quality was her strength, but even though she trained in swordfighting for hours every day, she was hardly a genius. She could hold her own if they gave her a magic sword, but she'd never deserve to be a member of Fairy Tail. Her blue mark pressed on her chest like a heavy weight.

It was a few weeks ago when Lily had first thought of leaving the guild. The idea had come upon her like a bright light, cutting through the heavy sadness that had settled in her heart and muddled her thoughts for all the seventeen years of her life. If she left, went to a non-magic school, maybe made something of herself in the world out there, her parents wouldn't worry so much about her, and the guild wouldn't feel ashamed of her. So she'd decided, and today was the day she'd told her mom about her plans. Lucy would react better than Natsu, and if Lily could convince her mother, her mother might be able to explain it to her father...

Lucy looked down and shook her head with a heavy sigh.

"Lily..." she looked up at her daughter with a pained expression. They looked so much alike, except Lily had pink hair the color of a water lily flower, which had inspired her name. "Why don't you go on one last job," Lucy looked around in a panic while Lily hugged herself tighter, almost wishing she could take it all back, just so that the pain in her mother's voice would go away. "Look," her mother continued, "Ame is looking for something," Lily looked up at her mother, whose eyes begged her to listen, "Just go with her, just once more. Please." Lily didn't know what one more job would change, but she couldn't say no to her mother. She nodded, dropping her chin again, and Lucy let out a sigh of relief.

"You may not be the strongest mage, but you're still one of us. And it's not always strength that wins the battle, you know." Lucy hugged her daughter. "Go." Lily turned and went without another word.

Nervously, she approached Ame. They had been best friends when they were little, but it had been years since they'd spoken, since Ame was so talented and spent so much of her time with her guildmates. Lily usually helped wash the dishes or tend the bar, or teach lessons to the smallest children. She coughed quietly.

"Ame..." she called, hoping the other girl would notice her, "Um, Ame, um..." she didn't really know how to continue, "H-how are you doing?"

Fairy Tail: A Rising Dawn (Daisuke & Elizabeth Pilfrey)

Screw bios, I love developing characters as they go along

Wherever We Go

Artur lost track of the demons as they swarmed the meadow. Their black dragonfly wings had been the cause of the humming in the air, and the lightning, he concluded, had heralded their summoning. His lips never ceased in their endless prayer and his sword cut though the night without pause. They were lower-level demons, no match for him and his flames, but before long his limbs had grown heavy with exhaustion from the sheer number of enemies.

Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the swarm thinned. Fewer and fewer demons came within reach of his blade. In fact, they seemed to be ignoring him in favor of flying as quickly as possible toward their destination. Artur turned his head – they were flying in the direction of where one of the bolts of lightning had struck. He stood looking in the direction a moment longer, and then his stomach twisted. There was a village in that direction, an hour's ride away. He'd been headed there yesterday, to bless the chapel and read a sermon in the name of the Guardians to help renew the faith in these distant pagan reaches.

He sheathed his sword and picked up his saddlebags. Time was of the essence. Already he could picture the screams of the innocent villagers, the blood, the dead, and the possessed wandering the streets. The horses shied away from him; Apocalypse was calmer than Revelations, so Artur offered him a sugar cube laced with calming spell then untied Revelations, leaving him with the bulkier saddlebags and a homing spell that would help him make his way to Artur. He mounted Apocalypse and kicked him into a gallop.

An hour later, he arrived at the village in the midst of a cloud of demonic activity, slashing right and left, Apocalypse rearing and kicking and stamping on the fallen dark ones. To the villagers watching, he would have made an impressive vision: a white-robed priest of the Guardians single-handedly wielding a hand-an-a-half sword from the back of a massive black stallion, shouting the Guardian of Light, long, blonde hair cascading down his back. Unfortunately for Artur, however, the villagers had mostly hidden themselves, so the demons were the only ones to see his strength, and they were soon gone.

This Artur found strange. He had expected more blood, more demonic activity. Perhaps someone had come before him; it was unusual for villages like this to have their own protector. The buildings looked singed, and there was evidence of spells being cast. He kicked Apocalypse into a slow walk, looking around warily, sword out.

“Who goes there?” Artur reigned in sharply, causing Apocalypse to neigh in annoyance, and turned toward the voice. A man was leaning out of a doorway, calling to him cheerfully. The priest straightened in the saddle and put on what he thought to be a look of great wisdom and smiled softly the way his counselors smiled at young novices.

“Artur Lightbringer, Fifth Guardian of the Tenth Order of the Guardians of Light, herald of the Gods and bearer of the--” he broke off and narrowed his eyes. Sharp ears, black hair.

“And elf!” he cried in a voice that resembled a young girl's, and raised his sword, “What are you doing here?”

Wherever We Go

Artur awoke with a start when the lightning struck, sending the horses into a frenzy. He lunged for their reins, trying to soothe them with gentle words until they stood still, just in time for a second bolt of lightning to undo all his work. Thankfully, he had tied them to tree, having learned the hard way that trudging by foot through muddy villages in search of two prize stallions was more than his priestly dignity could take. Especially after the incident with the old witch and the snakes, which had cost him a jeweled ring and three of the blessings he had brought with him from the City of Gods. He'd gotten back his horses, yes, but he had no intention of repeating the exercise. Even after more than ten years with the Order as a novice, an acolyte, and now an ordained priest, Artur found some shreds of his pagan childhood remained. He knew witches were no more than old women dabbling in divination and apothecary, but a part of him still insisted that these heretical old women knew things, and there were certain things Artur preferred to keep to himself.

The sound of thunder quieted, but didn't disappear altogether, much like the hum of the huge church bells continued to fill the chapel long after they had been struck. The horses crowded together, turning their ears and rolling their eyes nervously, wickering softly to each other and tossing their heads. Artur picked up the blankets they had thrown off and went to cover them, but it was useless, and he folded them into the saddlebags on the ground near the dying fire instead. The air continued to thrum and seemed to grow thicker as Artur tied his saddlebags. It wasn't his imagination, he realized. The fine blonde hairs on his arms stood up, and the back of his neck tingled. He looked nervously at the sky and, to his shock, discovered it was completely clear. The full moon shone brightly into the meadow where he had made his camp at sunset, and the fire had died to nearly embers . . . He drew in a sharp breath. It was the witching hour. His lips formed the Mother's prayer even as he turned slowly around on the balls of his feet, still crouched, assuring himself that his Circle of Protection remained intact.

Slowly Artur stood and moved to the fire, coaxing it back to life with an incantation. It refused to give off more than a few tongues of weak yellow flame, and still the humming continued to grow, like a cloud of insects descending on the forest. The horses huddled closer and closer together. Artur wet his lips, turning in slow circles to watch the perimeter of his Circle, and began to recite the Guardian of Light, his soft, airy voice lost in the deafening hum of the night air.

"I am the Guardian of Light
and the Gods go with me.
Where the night is darkest
I go without fear
for my sword is a lantern
and the Gods are my light
and the darkness recedes
before the fire which never flickers
and the servants of darkness
cannot hunt me!"

With the final word the flames of his little fire flared to the height of a man and something dark came flying into the Circle, breaking it. The horses screamed. Artur dove through the flames for his sword, rolling gracefully into a deep kneel and unsheathing the blade just in time to bar the next attack.

Wherever We Go

"Wherever we go, the fact remains that you're a demon and I'm a priest, and despite the twin swords, the legends and the songs, I'm going to save your soul or kill you if I can't."

I had no idea what to do for the title, heh.

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Well, if a plot strikes you, I'm kind of in the market for some Levihan or Jeankasa.

Ani's Fandoms & Pairings (Reeboot) [[Ignore The Post Count]]

Is there any way to convince you to try Jeankasa or Levihan?