[center][h2]Damian Gerard-Air Ticket to Where?[/h2][/center]
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Damian hadn't even had time to react before the Wind Meta's gift hit him and whisked him away to gods know where, the sensation of weightless, breathless, darkness returning to full effect as soon as the orb hit his guy. [color=FireBrick][i]You dirty sonovabitch![/i][/color] He had no clue where he was going or what was going on around him, or what extended time trapped as a breeze would do to him. Likely insanity eventually, given he only had his mind to keep him company, potentially suffocation, though he did note that while breathing wasn't happening, he didn't feel like he was suffocating by any extent.

And yet, as he hurtled along as the wind itself, he had a sneaking suspicion that none of that was that Meta's goal, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered challenging the Blade of Phoenix Wing to any kind of duel in the first place. Still uncertain, but certainly reassured, he relaxed knowing that at least the girls and women had been safely returned to their families with the Meta's death. [color=FireBrick][i]And yet...I didn't try to spare him when it came to it. I simply swung and let fate do it's thing, be that wound or kill. What is wrong with me...[/i][/color]

Time and again, he was faced with the moral dilemma his past would bring upon him and time and again, he had no answer. Phoenix Wing was a light guild, they weren't supposed to take lives, of any kind. Though that was, perhaps, the only redeeming quality about the people Damian had taken the lives of since joining the guild, was that they had all been a Dark Mage with dark intentions. Of course, in the middle of this train of thought, Damian suddenly found himself both able to see and breathe, which meant he'd arrived wherever the Meta had sent him; except there was no solid ground under his feet. [color=FireBrick]"Oh boy..."[/color]

And then he plummeted with a yelp that sounded most certainly not befitting a hero of Fiore's most famous magic guild. It took him a moment to get turned around and at least see what he was falling towards, which turned out to be an island where flashes of magic lit up one side, along with explosions and other effects. He himself was still really high up, and he made a Striker Blade to try and arrest his momentum some so he could at least avoid ending up like he was at the end of the Games. Slowly but surely, he was able to adjust the angle he fell at, though he couldn't level out like he wanted, and by the time he reached the ground, he was till positive he broke two ribs and cracked six more. Still, as he stood up, dazed and confused about where he was as the world spun from his tumbling landing, he was alive.

Of course, he was still trying to figure out where he was before a mighty roar echoed around him, snapping him out of his daze. [color=FireBrick]"Dragon?! But...how?"[/color] Looking around, he realized now that the Wind Meta had sent him to Tenrou Island, likely unaware that he had friends there, but most likely to be eaten by a hungry, element breathing lizard. [color=FireBrick]"If he hadn't been such a dick, that would actually have been a good way to get rid of me..."[/color] He knew they needed help, but as he moved to aid with the White Dragon, a dark magic washed over the battle field, forcing the Dragons to cease their attack.

He looked around in confusion before zeroing in on a face that the history books always portrayed and never got wrong, a face that everyone knew to be responsible for the fall of magic, over a hundred years ago; Zeref, the Black Mage. [color=FireBrick]"OK, what the actual fuck is going on?"[/color]