I just wanna dedicate this chapter to iLovMac #windowsisthebest #followthetruepath.

It was so nice seeing that people were still interested so here you go. Short but we're getting somewhere. I need a proof-reader.

I Hear the Voices

Call it cowardice but at that moment lost in my dreams I could not, no I would not allow myself to relive that moment the day…I lost everything. In my dream or rather my fantasy I was running Casandra hard holding m tightly. Her grip crushing me and as event played out around us, I could feel the flames and hear the screams. It had been a while since I last had this dream but I would not let it happen I let go and when I did the sounds stopped. The burning stopped. And that arm I felt griping my hand, well…I let it go and everything turned black.

Everything around me started to shift and there I sat on a throne of ice but this wasn't the usual dream. I was still in the form of a child then his voice rang out.

"Daedalas what do you want with me?"

"Come now Gray. What kind of demon would I be if I did not expose the weakness in your heart? And oh how you love to be exposed."

"Enough let me go!" I say as I sit there still bound to the icy throne as the frost and cold move up my body. This ice was beyond my control inching up my body and as it did Daedalus' influence on me grows stronger. If left uncheck he may return to his trough form.

I stopped struggling and let the ice envelope me. I took in all of sinister energy and then channelled it through my body and let it burst out. The magic started erupting from my ethereal form as blue light and the force binding me to the chair vanished. Then I concentrated on leaving his domain and my form began to vanish but before I did he did something that terrified me to my core. He saw me off with my own signature smirk. True glee shone from his face as I saw the enjoyment he gained from tormenting me with my own face.

I woke in the infirmary I expected to feel the pain from my clash with Natsu but to my surprise I felt refreshed actually I felt great. I take a look around and I see that the entire room had been coated in white frost and my devil slayer tattoo had grown. It grew further up my arm and the edges had become more pointed and blade like. Could Daedalus really have helped me I didn't know what his actions could mean. All I really knew was that my story had just begun.

*Sound the hobbit soundtrack*