The sound of leisure walking disturbs the melancholy silence, three siblings with matching white hair are up at the crack of dawn- unknowing why they push themselves to stay awake. The oldest of the three- a young lady named Mirajane Strauss- is the most energetic of the three, her dark gaudy clothing contrasting with the nonchalant expression present on her pale complexion.

"Mira-nee," the youngest whines, "why are we up so early in the first place? I wanted to sleep in." She pouts.

The youngests' name is Lisanna Strauss, a protege in her own right with her own slow mastery of her ability- Animal Soul Takeover, or AST for short (as talking about her magic in quick discussion is a hassle without the abbreviation.) Her bright blue eyes glance up at her scantily clad elder sister, dubbed 'Mira-nee'.

Mirajane glances at Lisanna, then at her second born sibling- and only brother- Elfman, for a short moment before snorting. "I'm going to show you something our parents told me before they..." she trails off, then shakes her head, "That they didn't get to tell you about. It's about our family history and why everyone in our family is born with this strange symbol in our armpits."

Her answer is blatant and straight to the point, but Elfman and Lisanna can't help but to look towards eachother for answers. They've been unconsciously wondering why only their family had the strange curvy- wavy design on them- under their armpits no less.

'Very strange', their thoughts mirror eachothers coincidentally.

When the sun is almost fully risen, the trio are near the entrance of the largest library in Fiore- it also happens to be quite the distance from the guild, so any hope of going today is shredded, burnt, and scattered to the winds.

Upon opening the doors, the overwhelming smell of ink almost causes them to hurl. Their noses have always been strangely sensitive.

'At least it isn't alcohol' they all happen to agree in sync.

"Greetings! First time visitors, I presume?" The man maintaining the desk looks almost sheepish whilst asking, the humor and sympathy seeming to radiate from the male. Lisanna, the always chipper one, perks up at the greeting nonetheless.

"Yes, we are! Hello, nice to meet you sir! My name is-!" She is abruptly cut off by Mirajane.

"Can you take us to your oldest history section," Mirajane almost chokes, "please. I need the stuff from the Saviors time."

The librarian levels her with a hard look, ignoring Lisanna's pout at her cutoff introduction. "Sorry little lady, but those books are off limits seeing as almost no one can read them anyways." He runs a hand through his dreads, "Wouldn't want the public destroying them cause the language is foreign."

Mirajane huffs slightly, "Please?" She doesn't choke that time- thankfully, "I can read it, at least some of it. The Savior is a distant relative so the language has been passed down our family for generations"

Lisanna and Elfman choke on air at the news because what since when were we related to the Savior?! Which causes the librarian to level his serious glare towards them.

Mirajane flinches. "From the looks of it," He starts, "your family history is-"

"Let them take a peek, Saamal." An elderly voice calls from behind the trio, making them jump slightly at the sudden intrusion. Turning around, a pleasantly plump woman who looks to be in her mid-forties is revealed. She has a badge that most famous historians wear as a symbol of position, similar to what the Wizard Saints have.

The librarian- now dubbed Saamal, shakes his head. He ties his dreads up in frustration, "You do this every time someone claims to be able to read the language, Lady Rasymir." He huffs.

"Well," Lady Rasymir starts, a sinister looking smile starting to appear on her face, causing the Strauss trio to gape in one parts awe and three parts fear. "It's funny watching them struggle when they realize how old the language really is."

Mirajane is sensing some sadistic vibes from this woman, and she's not sure what to think- really.

Saamal frowns, "You have a problem." He decides.

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In a secluded area of the library, the Strauss siblings gather around a table whilst shifting anxiously. A fourth member, Lady Rasymir, Is muttering to herself as she looks for a specific book, titled 'The War That Started The New Ages', or at least that's what the trio were told.

The woman was right, the language really is hard to understand. Although Mirajane was taught slightly by her mother, you have to take into account that the language was used over 1,000 years ago by people who are unfortunately extinct. The beginning of magic- that's what the time period is called.

"Aha!" The siblings hear a whispered cheer, "Found it!" The brown haired woman turns around with a book that has crisp clean white pages, a leather cover that looks virtually untouched, and a similar swirly design like the one that the siblings have under their armpit.

Lady Rasymir places the thick book on the table with a gentle 'thud'. "Here you go, gakis," Mirajane gasps at the word, understanding the language and glaring slightly, "Whichever one of you's can read this, give it a shot."

Elfman and Lisanna can't help but to gape slightly as their elder sister takes the ancient book- but still new looking which baffles them greatly- and starts reading it no problem. Mentioning the ancient form of magic called, Chakra? And slightly stumbling over words that their mother apparently didn't get to teach her- or them for that matter, which makes them slightly jealous that their nee-chan can read an ancient language.

Meanwhile, Lady Rasymir has the strong look of approval, nodding once in a while when Mirajane figures out a particularly hard word. Her hard purple eyes alight with something that wasn't there before- a fire. The most amazing feeling she hasn't had since her first time learning this ancient language and being able to read it to her colleagues.

"Young lady, earlier you claimed to be a relative to The Savior." Mirajane looks up and notices the fire in the woman's eyes, "what proof do you have?"

Mirajane knows what the look in Lady Rasymirs' eyes mean- she's seen it on Erza when she challenges her to a fight; it's determination. She gulps slightly- would it be okay to show this stranger?

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Crocus: 5:46pm

Crocus is known for many things- mostly because of the royal family residing there, but also because of a monument that stands tall and proud- straight in the center. A figure with a determined face (and slightly pained looking but most people ignore that) is crouched over. His left hand is imbedded in the "ground" while his right clutches his stomach- seemingly glowing with symbols floating in mid air.

Some say if you stare long enough, the characters shift in their encasement like they're caught in a breeze- but those are just senseless rumors.

This beautiful statue is a symbol for those that see it, some even saying when they look at it they're filled with a strange sense of hope and determination. Hell, the royal family liked it enough to have stage lights point at it during the hours of night, so everyone can see it's figure.

"Hey, how's the kids?"

Calm chatter is everywhere this evening; with the day close to ending within just a few short hours, the people of Crocus are saying their goodbyes and packing up their belongings. Some of the towns folk are kissing the statue of the Savior (because they're weird) in hopes of many good days to come to them and their families.

Posters surround the center plaza- decorations of many kinds strung about for preparation. Tourists increase rapidly in January(1) because of a huge banquet always thrown on the 21st. And though not many know how this tradition started, historians like to speculate that it was the day the Savior saved all of humanity by 'sealing' some godly creature away.

Even though the historians won't admit it, they're asking the same questions as everyone else that hears that explanation; what is sealing?

_

"What is sealing?" Rasymir sips her tea, thinking. Mirajane, Elfman, and Lisanna (respectively) are seated in an office made for Lady Rasymir- because she's a respected figurehead in the Historian Society of Olden Artifacts (HSOA for short).

"I guess the best way to explain it is a type of calligraphy infused with the magic of Before- Chakra is what they called it." Lady Rasymirs' answer is more to the point than Lisanna was asking for, but she's not a protege for nothing- she simply nods and goes back to eating her cookie. (Raisin, if you were wondering).

"Is that the same thing as the markings on us?" Mirajane asks. If she was honest, she's pretty curious/bored with what's happening right now. Yeah, she came here to tell her siblings about their family history (which is just badass in general, with all these "ninja" and what-not) but she wasn't expecting to be here more than a few hours. The last train to Magnolia leaves at seven and if that clock is right, she has about an hour to get there.

Rasymir nods, setting her tea down in place of a cookie, "yes, but yours are different. We have some scrolls from Before that have very similar markings to the ones on your armpits, but we can't get them open."

Elfman perks up at that, "can't get them open? How do you even know there's anything in them?"

Rasymir chuckles slightly, her purple eyes searching the room for something. "Because we have some drawings that show these "scroll" type items. Especially drawn with this "Toad Sage" character that was probably famous, since there's so many drawings of him." She pulls out a poster-type item after finding it, showing a charcol drawing of a man with long spiky hair sitting next to a waterfall with a giant scroll leaning against him on the ground.

"Not only do we believe he was famous, but we believe that he knew the savior somehow" Rasymir finishes after putting the "photo" away.

The three siblings gasp. "Really?!" They ask in unison.

_

A worker in Crocus approaches the statue in the center, bowing slightly before going to turn the spotlights on- like he does everyday. Sometimes there's a crowd there to watch it happen, because there's something "magical" about watching it happen that brings relief to them.

As always, before going to turn the lights on, the worker runs a damp cloth against the blue shimmering "stone" to clean off any lipstick or residue from the days kisses and hand touches. But as the worker brings the clothes closer, he notices something... strange.

A crack near the base of the Saviors feet, looking to be about an inch deep. "What," he murmurs. He goes to touch it, (probably to confirm that it's a crack and not some kind of prank with paint) when a large 'crackling' sound is heard- making him freeze in his spot in growing horror.

The small audience gasps in surprise and fear, causing more people to gather in shock.

The worker backs up, tripping over the bucket just as the cracking sound intensifies. "Someone tell the royal family!" A woman shouts in horror.

At 8:15pm, the statue of the Savior collapses in chunks of blue 'stone', but with no sign of the Savior himself.

There is no 'body' in the chunks of stone, only etherial blue light coming from the pieces.

_

On the train ride home, the three siblings are silent in thought. Mostly towards the oldest (because they're jealous their parents didn't teach them the old language- not that they'd admit it) and the information they've gotten from the HSOA member.

The sway of the train helps, but they're still...confused? Curious? Either way, they all have mixed feelings about todays trip.

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Hello again, my guys. Sorry about the awkward ending to this chapter- I really didn't know how to end it, and I also kept getting stuck throughout because I didn't know how to continue on. So- let's get on with the single thing I marked in the beginning;

(Put in what I was gonna say because I forgot)

Sorry for the long wait, but I'm pretty sure I mentioned this in my bio- I struggle to write, therefor I struggle to update on a "schedule" without wanting to just delete the story and/or abandon it. Just a reminder, DON'T ask for updates.

CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is WELCOME.

Until next time!