Ira Amaterasu
Ira had finally left the guild. His favorite voice began to speak in his mind as he walked towards the outskirts of town. ”Did you enjoy your little conversation child? Did you forget we have things to do? There’s a flute that needs your attention, or does that not matter. Ira became slightly irritated with the manuscripts remarks but answered quite calmly, ”No , but don’t question me about having a life. After all you're just a book. As I am just a human. Human contact isn’t something I crave but it is nice to speak to someone who isn’t always down-talking me and someone who is on the same intellectual ppar as myself. Anyway I am headed to your location as we speak so stop getting your panties in a bunch. Ira increased his pace. Even as he scolded the manuscript, a part of him was quite excited to get back and see exactly what secrets the flute held.
As he finally made it back to his caravan he couldn’t overcome his anxiety. It was almost as the flute were calling to him now that his mind was free from trivial conversation. He stepped onto the back of the massive ride he’d obscured from some some unlikely mates. Ira immediately grabbed for his bag which contained his prized possession and a newly obtained item broke into pieces. At first he would try the simplest method, jus connecting the two pieces together. But to no avail , the flute only denied his idea. The next was to try to infuse his magic within the pieces and hold them together thru spell. This seemed to work at first but only for a second as the pieces broke apart once again, this time shooting in opposite directions. ”Damnit. Just what am I not understanding.”, Ira spouted in a heap of rage. ” Your magic didn’t forge this weapon. What makes you think your magic will put it back together again.”
” So I’m guessing you have some bright fucking idea or you know something I don’t . Either way spill it . We aren’t getting anywhere with you hiding secrets from your care-taker.”
” There is but one way to put this back together. You must use your blood infused with the magic of Zeref that you know and also you must bond your soul into this flute.
”You never said anything about soul bonding.”, Ira sighed. ”But I guess its worth it if I’m a step closer to the unobtainable. With this Ira grab a knife from his bag. He slit his wrist as his darkened blood began to ooze from the wound. Magic immediately began to repair the wound but not before he spilled enough to cover a half of the flute. After successfully embedded one part of the flute with his blood. he questioned the the manuscript, ” Now what?”
”Repeat after me boy, Cum sit utilis aegrae : Adiuro cordis spiritu et corpore telum . Servire Zeref sit etiam damnare aliquem significantia substantiam habet. liga.”
Ira repeated the words. He could feel his magic being drained from him and placed inside of the item. It was overbearing. He never felt so weak in his entire life. The last thing he saw before collapsing from exhaustion was the flute, in a whole. ”Mission Complete.” . He keeled over with these words.