Lyren could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Even over the constant, steady, pulse of the magic rune that usually blocked it out. He was standing in front of the guild called Fairy Tail. It was literally his last hope. Every other guild had rejected him for one of two reasons. The first being that he had ties to a Dark Guild. The second being that his magic specialty was Dark Make, which was done using dark energy. He didn't have a choice in the matter, his father had trained him in it since he had been born. And it wasn't like he was going to go insane because of it, the magic rune prevented him from being taken over by it. The one good thing his father had done for him. He took one more deep breath and prayed to whatever gods existed before opening the door.

Lyren tried to maintain an air of confidence as he entered the guild. But that was hard to do when every person present was suddenly staring at you. He thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest, but just barely managed to keep his bad boy persona up. He was sure that at least one person in the guild could sense the dark energy coursing through him, there was always at least one. Most of the guild members seemed to recognize him from the one other time he had been in Fairy Tail. When he had asked to join. But now was the hard part, talking to the Guildmaster and trying to get them to let you join. He had been through this before at other guilds, and it was always where things had gone wrong.

Lyren lingered by the door for a few moments. Not sure what he was suppose to do now, every guild was different. Until somebody directed him to sit down at an empty table and wait for the other recruits. So he did so, absentmindedly playing with his long, dark blue, hair as he waited. He remembered when the pulsing of the rune had been annoying, as a child he had cried because of it more than once. But now it was strangely comforting and he couldn't imagine it not being there.