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The sea wind blew hard, sweeping across the white sand and tugging at the folds of Law's black coat.
He had been walking for days without any real direction, following the sparse directions of the few travelers he crossed paths with. Magnolia was still far away, but his instincts had led him to the coast. It was still night, and the sun wasn't rising anytime soon. He just wanted to take a break. Just a moment to catch his breath.
The beach stretched out before him, calm and deserted. The sky, covered with heavy clouds, cast a pale light over the landscape. Law dropped his bag against a rock, sat on the damp sand, and let his thoughts drift.
But something felt wrong.
There was a shape, a human silhouette lying motionless on the sand.
He jumped to his feet and approached cautiously.
A girl. Maybe a year or two younger than him.
She wore battered, partially torn armor, and her long scarlet hair, soaked with seawater, clung to her skin.
She appeared unconscious. Her face, rather pale, was half hidden by a white eyepatch over her right eye.
Law leaned in, placing two fingers on her neck. She was breathing faintly, but her body was cold — probably from the seawater. He quickly examined her body to assess the extent of her injuries. Fortunately for him, she didn't seem too badly hurt.
"What the hell are you doing here…?" he muttered.
There were no boats on the horizon. No signs of battle. Just her, as if the sea itself had placed her there.
He hesitated. He hadn't planned to stick around. He hadn't planned to get involved in other people's affairs. But he thought of Rosinante. Of his warmth. Of his final words.
He pulled a blanket from his bag, wrapped it around the girl, and carried her to shelter under a tree, away from the wind. He started a small fire using dry branches and a bit of rudimentary fire magic to warm her frozen body.
Since he had only done a quick check earlier, Law decided this time to use his magic.
He extended his hand and opened his ROOM. A bluish sphere of energy, almost unreal, materialized in his palm, vibrating with a silent power. In an instant, it expanded around him in a soft whoosh, encompassing both him and the girl in a radius of about three meters.
This was Law's magic — the Operating Room. It allowed him to create a spherical domain within which he could reshape the world around him in countless ways — as if he were performing surgery.
One of the many advantages this magic offered him was the ability to safely reorganize, disassemble, and then surgically reconstruct anything — and anyone — including himself. It allowed him to perform extremely precise medical procedures with little to no risk to the patient.
Now that Law had activated his ROOM, he began by removing the girl's shackles. He didn't know the full circumstances yet, but everything suggested she had been a prisoner somewhere before he found her. Her physical state betrayed the trials she had endured. Just to be sure, Law decided to scan her body to check for any injuries he might have missed.
He extended his hands and said in a calm voice:
— Scan.
A bright light shot from his palms and passed through the girl, causing her no pain. In an instant, he received a detailed series of data about her body — every wound, every anomaly, every trace, no matter how small. Now he knew everything.
She had several injuries, but none appeared truly serious — except for her right eye. It was in a terrible state, irreparably damaged.
He decided to proceed with an operation to prevent infection. Calmly, he pulled out his medical kit and took a scalpel with a metallic sheen.
With a swift and precise motion, he removed the necrotic tissue from the eye, eliminating the dead flesh with cold efficiency. He made sure to preserve the remaining healthy part, though recreating a new artificial eye was beyond his abilities. All he could do was ease the pain by treating the wounds.
In the minutes that followed, Law carefully disinfected her injuries, tending to every bruise and scrape. He applied a soothing ointment to her wounded skin, then wrapped the treated areas with clean, tightly bound bandages, never losing his calm or precision.
Time passed slowly, marked by the crackling of the fire. Then, she stirred.
Her eyelids twitched. She opened her eyes suddenly — blood red. A fierce, animalistic, panicked look.
She tried to sit up, but her body refused to move. Law reached out a hand.
"Calm down. You're safe. You were about to freeze to death on that beach."
She stared at him, wary.
"Who are you?"
Her voice was hoarse, but steady.
"Law. Just… call me Law."
A tense silence followed. Then she gritted her teeth and looked away.
Law watched the girl, his brown eye glinting with a fleeting light. She was still suspicious, as if every movement he made could be a threat. She sat up slowly, her muscles trembling, but she seemed determined not to appear weak in front of him. It was an attitude he recognized, even in her condition — a quiet resistance to pain and uncertainty.
She gently touched the area around her right eye, surprised by the lack of the usual pain. A moment of silence passed as she paused. Finally, she turned her gaze to Law, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"You saved me." Her voice was weak, but firm. "Why?"
Law sat up, leaning against a rock while watching the sea in the distance. He took a moment before answering, the words not coming as easily as he'd hoped.
"Because…" He hesitated. Because it's what Rosinante would've told me to do. He remembered his brother's face, his final words — but he didn't want to share that pain now. "Because you didn't deserve to die on that beach. Saving you was within my abilities, so I did it."
She didn't answer immediately. She stared into the fire, the flames dancing and casting moving shadows across her marked face. She seemed lost in thought. Then, after a moment, she asked the question he knew was coming.
"Why are you here, Law?" Her tone was calmer now, but she remained guarded. "You don't look like a simple traveler."
He looked at her then, his gaze piercing but emotionless. "I'm going to Magnolia."
"Magnolia?" She looked surprised for a moment and seemed to think, then nodded. "Are you going there for a reason?"
He looked down, searching for the words. Why? Why was he heading to Magnolia? Why that city, and not another? In truth, he remembered all the stories Rosinante had told him. Fairy Tail was a guild for those who had nowhere else to go, for those who wanted a fresh start, or simply for those seeking friends — a place they could finally belong. A big, united family. He just didn't want to be alone anymore. Maybe he'd find what he was looking for there.
He took a deep breath before saying, "I'm going there… because I have nowhere else to go."
He didn't really feel like talking about himself — especially not about his future plans. But he had been traveling alone for nearly a week now, and the solitude was starting to weigh on him. He had never truly liked being alone.
A heavy silence fell between them. The sound of the waves, the wind through the trees — everything seemed to fade as the girl watched him with open curiosity. He could feel her, both distant and close. As if one part of her wondered if she could trust him, and the other just wanted to run.
She lowered her gaze to her hands, her fingers still trembling around the eyepatch. That's when he realized — she still hadn't introduced herself.
"And you?" Law asked in a calm but curious voice. "Who are you?"
The girl remained silent for a moment, as if unsure whether she wanted to answer the question. But finally, she replied:
"Erza. My name is Erza Scarlet."