The boy from Crocus

The beginning

Long long ago, there was a world..

A beautiful world full of magic, mytical creatures and many other wonders which you might know from fairytales, myths and sages of elder times.

The world was a true paradise and everyone who had made it onto it's holy ground swooned at the true feeling of serenity and calmth.

The world had been inhabited by many diffrent species, each of which created a land where their people could survive and true harmony was the way in which they all agreed to live.

That was at least.. until one day... someone tried to take over..

A human man, his mind corrupted and his will set on power by his overwhelming desire and greed.

A man that went by the name of Acnologia.

This man had demons like any other, only his were fed with pure darkness and absolute control, he truely knew no kindness as his heart was as dark as an Onyx and cold as ice.

One day in the year CXXI, he had ordered his troups of misformed and abused creatures to attack all the lands in which flowere bloomed, brids sang and trees were high and full of life.

Many lives were ended that day, as a brutal and neverending war started with the realm of lord Acnologia, also known as the dark lands of Hulok which meant: the lands where the light won't touch the ground.

In battle, three mighty and fierce warriors rose against the sickminded and bloodcraving man.

An Elven maiden by the name of Irene, the mightiest warrior of the seven elven kingdoms and most beautifull of all.

A Dwarven man, who went by the name of Makarov with his trusty axe in hand and the whilstpower of a dragon.

And Finally White, also known as the frozen man, who had come forth to fight on behalf of the humans.

Acnologia feared the three of them, but his longing for power was stronger than his will to live.

The three warriors soon figured out that the demon they were fighting had been watching over them from deep within the tomb of god Zeref, the man that created the darkness within the world and it's creatures.

They hurried over the battlefield, slaying every beast in their way as their goal was to rescue Acnologia from total darkness and stop the neverending war.

Irene had forced herself upon a wounded horse and quickly made it run towards the temple, her hands sending the noble animal a magical feeling of healing as it's wounds closed up and his running became faster.

The brave woman arrived in front of the temple as she parted from the petrified horse before entering the dark and hollow hallway towards lord Zeref's throne.

Her vision was limited as she walked deeper into the darkness. Slowly feeling it consume her body and surrounding her in fear of the unknown.

The elf's tender hands traced the smoothly polished wall as she tried to find out where she was heading, her eyes playing pranks on her as she began to imagine monsters in the dark which weren't there.

" kirome na inda.. jiai naki ni foll..."

"Quide me in the dark, for my sight is lost"

The scarlet haired queen opened her eyes to see the darkness had been enlightened by a bright blue glow.
She smiled upon knowing the moon had heard her prayer and helped her towards her destination.

Soon she found herself in a dark and humid room.

It was quite large and on every edge of the chamber had been multiple spikes pointing towards one peculiar looking thing in the middle..

It was a small shiny stone, as radiant as the moon and the colour of the brightest amethyst to ever be discovered.

She inched closer to the stone, reaching out before suddenly gasping for air.

Blood seeped out of a newly made cut across the poor woman's back as she fell to the cold hard floor. Her sword clanged onto the floor as she fell, deafening everyone in the room as it's metal danced against the stone.

Acnologia smirked wickedly as he placed his bloody dagger into what seemed to be a ritual stone.

Irene's eyes widened in horror as she felt the life drain from her body, seeing the twisted face of the man that had done this to her.

"W-white..?" Irene whispered as she coughed up blood.

The human man had been soaked in her blood, his eyes shining brightly as he let out a manical laugh.

"Irene.."

White then inched closer to the dying elf and soon snapped out of what seemed to be a trance.

His shining orbs turned back into his usual grey ones when he realised  what had happened.

"I..Irene?!" White cried out in pain before gently shaking the woman's cold body.

"N-no.. don't do this to me!!"

He then turned to see Acnologia laughing at the scenery in front of him.

"You!" White cried as tears were streaming down his face.

"No... you."

White then instantly felt a sharp sensation in his stomach.
He trembled before looking down and seeing his sword puncturing his own body.

He once again was manipulated by the powerfull man, only this time to end his own life.

He let out a small sound, as all the air had left his body, before collapsing next to the in  blood drenched queen.

Agnoligia felt no remorse as he kicked their lifeless bodies to the side and took the moonstone in his cold hands.

He felt the power from the stone in the palm of his hand as he stared at it with eyes filled with hunger, madness and chaos.

"This is just a fraction of the damage i'll cause when I absorb the moon's infinite power to bring light into the darkness..."

Acnologia then cracked the stone revealing just a slight gash in it's smoothened skin as screeches from the undead were heard and absolute darkness had been unleashed in the tomb.
The purple mist that had left the stone were being sucked in by the wicked man, as he absorbed almost all it's power...

When suddenly.. Acnologia's arm fell to the floor.

The man screamed in sheer pain as he turned around to see the young dwarf Makarov with eyes of fire.

"You...monster!" Makarov cried as he swung his bloody axe another time, this time missing Agnologia by just a hair.

"They had a family!! ...Kids!! ....A home!!"

The dwarf continued to swing his axe, occasionally cutting the man but never doing a real amount of damage, or at least enough to make him fall.

"Like I care about family.." Acnologia said with a wicked smile lingering on his lips.

Makarov panted.
He was getting tired and knew he would soon meet up with the elven queen and human warrior if he continued to miss.

That's when his eyes noticed the moonstone.
Almost completely empty except for a small trace of purple in the middle.

He held up his axe, ready to strike!

"Worthless midget.. you can't end me!"

"I know, but this sure will!!"

He then smashed the moonstone into tiny pieces, the pieces of which all fell into a deep pool of water at the end of Zeref's tomb.

Acnologia cried as he felt his body being torn.
The feeling of being ripped open and into pieces rushed throughout the manical man who had fallen to the floor.

"This...WON'T...BE THE LAST OF ME!!"

And with that a bright white light errupted in the tomb, blinding everyone that was near and soon... the world was silent again..