#IN AN AU WHERE LAXUS USES FAIRY LAW INSTEAD OF MAKAROV

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&& Are you proud of me?

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      Another war is taking place at this moment. Another war that would bring fatal consequences. Another war that manifests calamity, bestowed upon the lands of Fiore. Another war were mages have to fight for survival. Another war that those who wield the insignia of Fairy Tail will bring victory to. Conflicts of great similarity to thise have transpired in the past and overtly will happen in the future. Those who live to fight, have become accustomed in such confrontations. Quite unfortunate, in actuality. But that was the truth.

      The Alvarez empire was reputed for their grand prowess. Power that could bring ultimate destruction. Each single member of the Spriggan 12 has proven to be commendable to write a book about. And Laxus was able to face one of them, and easily bringing him in a verge-of-death state. However, it was the lightning user who merged as the conqueror. It was him who was standing. It was him that brought to an end to one of his opponents.

                                               However, nothing was over yet. 

      In fact, far from it. Not only all the Guilds had to face those who belonged in the Alvarez Empire, but also they had to deal with an army of a gargantuan number. Incomprehensible, if more so. But inevitable as well. Such was the reality bestowed upon them. A scenario displaying horror at excellence. From a first glance, it seemed impossible to defeat such enemy. The possibilities of the fairies, alongside anyone who was fighting by their side, appeared to be below zero.

                                     THIS WAS THE INCARNATION OF DESPAIR.

      Despair. Hopelessness. Terror. All of those sentiments combined in one scenery, demonstrated in front of everyone’s sight to behold. Cruelty personofied right upon them, disallowing them from getting a glimpse of hope. A glimpse of the future. The future where everyone seeks to obtain and write it on their own way. Such task appeared to be out of question, at least for the time being.

      Everyone was fighting. Counteract against those recognized as foes. Amongst them, there was a dragon slayer, with lightning as the prime element. Laxus was also fighting alongside with his comrades, focrcing his way to grasp victory and a better future. Notwithstanding his current physical condition, this was not an excuse to lay down and let the rest do what needs to be done. The mere thought of him staying in the sidelines, was making his blood boil. He had to fight alongside with everyone else, and that’s what he was doing. And his dinstictive element engulfing his broad body, was the perfect illustration of what he was doing at this exact moment. Returning the said calamity to those who dared to place it upon him.

                  However, it was not enough.

      He had acknowledged the fact that it would take more than just a variety of onslaughts to neutralize the enemy. This time, the number held great importance. It was overwhelming, for certain. From average lightning attacks to his potent dragon slayer magic. It was definitely doing him a favor, but it was enough. 

                                                    Then, an idea crossed his mind.

      An idea that he never expected to appear in his mind. It was the reason for his expression to alter momentarily, atempting to accumulate a miscellany of contemplations, trying to figure out a plan as well as the perfect execution. But time was also a big issue here. Every single minute, every single second counts. He had to act fast, whilst still being collected.

      But he couldn’t help himself but wonder whether this was indeed, a good scheme to perform or not. Last time he attempted to do such a technique, it resulted to a failure. Undeniably, back then he wasn’t as strong as he considered himself to be. Not to mention that such attack is not to be done against those considered as allies. That was the causation for its failure. The fact that in his heart he couldn’t eviscerate those that he had a bond with, whether he would tacitly admit it or not.

      But this time, things were different. This time there was no sentiment towards the enemy apart from animosity. This should be the type of emotions that will benefit this particular technique to be executed at excellence. For the better and desired result. 

      Even so, such ability possesses a great consequence that could be proven to be fatal for his case. The cost of his life is something at stake, and losing a powerful comrade at such circumstance could be a grave mistake done from his part. But Laxus was already aware of this. He had recognized the fact that this is his resolve. And he would make sure to carry out such technique with the best of his skillset. Even if it costs his own life, he will make sure to turn his life as a stepping stone for a better and brighter future.

      Perhaps this is what he needed to do. Perhaps this was the ultimate way to demonstrate his redemption towards those that he had once harmed at great extent. Perhaps this was the best way to showcase to his grandfather that he has indeed changed; that he has grown into a better human being. He has become someone that people can rely to. Somebody that people can depend to. A person that people can feel protected and safe. And if the vanquishment of his soul is gonna meliorate the circumstance for his fellow companions, so be it.

                      And that would be by using one of Fairy Tail’s great three magics. 

                                                                   FAIRY LAW.

      And so, without hesitation, the lightning mage started releasing an immense amount of magic pwer, then shaping it into the form of bright light between open palms. The bright light was emitted from his existence, illuminating the atmosphere, the locality--- everything that surrounds him. Ineluctably, numerable individuals glanced at his direction, portraying bewilderment with their current face expressions. Some of them were even horrified that Laxus would go unto such lengths. But he paid little attention to such details. He had already made up his mind. He had already accepted his fate. Whether this was what he wished for his future or not, it held little significance. 

      However, if there’s one person that he wishes to unveil any final words, that would be his grandfather. As much as he values the Thunder God Tribe, this time the senile figure known as Makarov Dreyar, was standing on a higher pedestal. Not in terms of value, but in terms of sentiment.

      He couldn’t recall upon his reminiscences the last time he recieved an approving look from the elder. All what he could remember ever since his attitude took an alteration, was an expression portraying disappointment. An expression showing diisapproval. Nothing positive, not even at the slightest.

      But the lightning dragon slayer couldn’t blame him. In fact, he could understand the reasonings behind those expressions. Laxus had gained quite a rebellious persona. He had become an individual that could demonstrate arrogance at a grand level. His way of contemplating things, his beliefs and life was different from the current Master of Fairy Tail. And his actions spoke in the same manner as well. His reputed ‘Battle of Fairy Tail’ event was a detestable remembrancce that he wishes to extinguish. A memory that shall remain engraved in his mind, reminding him what kind of a man he used to be. 

          Reminding him why his grandfather stopped showing any traces of approval.

      Maybe--- just maybe, by doing this, he might be able to obtain a sign of appreciation. A beck of approval. How much he wished for such a sign, God knows. For once, he knew he was doing the right thing. For once, he was aware that he was going to be of great assistance. For once, he was doing something that would help him achieve his grandfather’s approval. 

      And so, giving a final look at the shorter figure--- the one that the Thunder God held much respect to, he took a deep breath, ready to yell in appropriate chant for the said technique to be accomplished. 

                                                          ❛ Fairy Law. . .                                                                 ACTIVATE!! ❜

      Instantaneously, blinding light enveloped the entire area, forbidding anyone from being able to see anything. Several people were heard screaming out of hopelessness. After all, this legendary magic inflicts massive damage on whoever the caster perceives from their heart as an enemy, leaving friends and bystanders completely unharmed. The choice between friend or foe is decided by the user's heart, and they cannot lie to this Magic. No question as to why it  is considered one of the most powerful Magics and is one of the rare legendary spells. Not to mention why Laxus failed the usage of such ability.

      The next thing to notice after several minutes that have passed, was smoke surrounding this place, and a significant decrease of number of the enemies. Now, those that were standing tall and ready to bring this war to an end, were those that the incarnation of thunder considered as allies. The tables have been turned. This was the greatest opportunity to strike. The biggest chance that they have gotten thus far.

      His pattern of breathing was growing heavy. He could feel his lungs unable to serve the common act of respiring. His body felt numb--- immobile. The capability of moving appeared to be the toughest task to transpire. However, it was unavoidable. He was well awared of this. Hence, he has no regrets. He could hear the voices of his fellow comrades screaming his name out of fear and despair due to what took place at this moment. Most of them were easy to decipher. The Raijinshuu were included, ineluctably. However, it didn’t matter at this point. It was too late.

                        HE DID THE RIGHT THING. 

                                             FOR ONCE, HE DID SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF.

                   HE SECURED EVERYONE’S CHANCE OF WINNING THIS WAR.

      If there was one thing that he regret doing is not being capable of looking at his grandfather. Not out of shame or any sentiment like this. But merely, because his structure was failing him. Thus, in a few seconds later, his body made contact with the dirty ground. Only a few respirations left. Irises of fire opal ready to be shut for an eternity. And yet, one thought; one question was occupying his-- now frail-- mind. He was capable of perfoming such feat. But did he secure the so-desired approval? Or even a mere approving look from Makarov Dreyar? Who knows. Deep in his most susceptible flexor, his heart, he believes that he secured such a spot. But even so, the same question was still lingering in his mind, as he was about to have his final exhalation.

                                                     Gramps... are you proud of me?