I combed my purple hair with a sharp metal bristle brush, making sure my strokes were fierce and undid all knots mercilessly. Call me sadistic even a little physchoatic but if there is one thing that I do best, and that is showing loyalty. My guild is my home, my life is my home, My name is Laki Olietta of Fairy Tail, I have purple hair, a wild personality, a loyal heart and I love torture tools, even if I only have the satisfaction of using them in battle which appeases my taste for only about a minute, but I do love to create such horrific tools.
After I showered and put my hair into my ponytail I put my glasses on. This is my life, it lacked adventure, well as much adventure as I had seen in the lives of my other guild mates, but I don’t mind, it wasn’t my life that is at risk.
I however find my tastes in adventure in the creation of torure objects made from wood. Oh how I adore creating objects that use pain…
But sometimes I do wish that I could find an adventure where I do not support those in my guld, but as my own. The closest I had ever been to that situation is with Guildarts, who I had teamed up with against a mindless bunch of zombies, though enjoyable but did not last long.
Although I had used a fair amount of my magic, nothing-especially those zombies-stood a chance against Guildarts impressive blows which withheld nothing but destruction.
My Wood-make magic is not as impressive as Cobra’s Dragon Slayer Magic, or Orga Nonagear’s God Slayer magic. Sometimes I even look at other Fairy Tail members with jealousy, but have decided that I don’t need to doubt my own magic, it is unique and powerful in its own way.
I walked out of Fairy tail hills with a small jump to my step, it wasn’t that hard to miss my enthusiasm. I do tend to find joy, knowing that today could be an adventure, that I could be used to help save the day along side my comrades.
“Don’t be shy,” . “Mmm, just ripe for the picking,” , “Hey you there!” I froze outside the side of an ally, it was voices I recognised, and it made me shiver with disgust.
Hated memories of thick hands slyly touching my body perversely, as I stood with an empty mind trying to fight through a fog of nausea. I reminded myself constantly on those occasions that this is what I had to do in order to keep Fairy Tail alive, the dream of my friends who had been missing for years beyond were my own and as a member I had to claim responsibility to not only deal with the actions of the Twilight Ogre men but fight my natural instinct to attack a man who liked to touch women without their permission.
But my guild mates were home, everyone…home.
Now it was time for my own revenge.
I lowered my head into my chest a dark shadow over my eyes, turning slightly into the dark crevice I saw the full view in which a young girl had found herself in.
Surrounded by five of the well known Twilight Ogre men stood a young girl no more older than Lucy, or Juvia. She shook with a fright, it reminded me of a time I had not had my magic and was scared of things I could not control.
But now…I am not going to hold back.
“Come on baby gir-“
I lunged forward making them fully aware of their situation they just found themselves in. The one I’m going to give them, I pressed my hands to the ground calling out “Wood-make!” before large beams of wood struck from the ground and into the bodies of the Twilight Ogre men. They were slammed down from the force of shock and I had managed to get a few against the walls of the ally buildings.
But three of them touched the ground on stable feet.
And one of them had remembered touched me quite frequently on their visits to the guild.
“Looky here! That girl from Fairy Tail huh? And on her own,” the girl from before now stared in shock at the beams emerged from the floor with utmost terror.
Their slimy voices were nothing to joke about, “Still surprised you can speak after you landed face first into our guild emblem,” I hissed.
This was a side of myself they had not seen out of compliance to Macao’s orders.
But by being by myself, and for the wellbeing of another I have full control of what I can or can’t do.
I kicked a beam of timber towards each and every one of them, thankful that my magic helped me, that its helping to protect me.
They tried to fight my attacks but I would never give them that solitude, my wood make magic giving the best of its own.
And in the end they lay unconscious before me, by my own hands, it was great to let them suffer for their own actions against me and my guild. Even if Erza and Mirajane had delivered that punishment it was still nice to find my own justice.
The girl who had been there was now gone, and I stood above the Twilight Ogre members in triumph.
Even if no one was here to see my heroic actions, in my heart I knew I did them, on my own.
My magic can be good for something and that’s to protect my family.