Rachel walked along the rocky path with her hood drawn. It had started to rain a few minutes ago and had only increased in the passing seconds. All she had with her were her clothes, magic, and a small bag of food she had stolen from a town she had passed through an hour before.
There was a crack of thunder that rolled through the hill tops and she stopped. The rain picked up even more and she could feel the cold water leak down her back over the black Fairy Tail guild mark she had forcefully scratched at with a knife many years ago. She could feel the water catch in the scar marks and trickle down them unevenly. She wasn’t sure why but she felt the sudden urge to cry. Her father was the one that helped her get the tattoo when she was three. Without changing expressions, a tear left her right eye and trickled down her cheek. The second roar of thunder brought her back to reality and she quickly wiped away the tear.