The ground beneath his feet was covered by a thin layer of natures cotton. With each step into the snow, his boot crunched the substance. It was silent and cold, but Jeremiah was not. Bennu was back, so there would never be a reason to feel cold again. The Savannian tightened his fist as his eyes came to meet the town known as Oak. Already he could smell the difference between Magnolia's air and Oaks, or maybe it was all in his head. Jeremiah realized now though. Perhaps killing a man not only awakened himself, but it awakened a new chapter in his life. S.O.F.K wasn't his only enemies... the Council was. However, he knew that with the level of power he possessed now he would never be able to stand a chance against even knights of intermediate level. Tenrou was the only thing Fairy Tail could offer that would make him stronger, however, he wouldn't need Fairy Tail any longer. Jeremiah was leaving the guild once and for all and would be apart of guild where he could truly enhance his powers. A guild where there weren't any restrictions so that he could grow as he pleased. A guild that had the same enemies he did apart from the light guilds, however if it ever came down to him needing to fight against Fairy Tail, he would do so. Things change, and people do to.
Needless to say that Jeremiah was a bit hurt by his concluding decision, but this was what was best. The Phoenix was apart of him, an evil soul itself merged with his. Fairy Tail would never accept the killer beast within him and it wasn't their fault he just no longer belonged with them. Miah was a troubled kid and if he stayed in the guild any longer he would only cause them trouble. This wasn't the primary reason for him leaving, though this was simply one of them. Believe it or not Jeremiah cared for Fairy Tail. Although he despised many things about it, the guild was his home. When his parents were murdered and he didn't want to be an orphaned child Fairy Tail took him in. It was a shame that their emphasis was on friendship and not power, or else Jeremiah would have stayed.
Ohoho! So this is your final decision huh? This will be a fun adventure for us, Jeremiah.
Yeah, that was his final decision. The takeover mage walked nonchalantly towards the town of Oak. It was within his vision but something...something was within his tracks. It was long and rather wide, covered in white wrappings. Quickly Jeremiah stopped, bent over and picked it up, feeling it leech onto his mana with a firm grip. It felt as if another arm had been stitched onto his in a second. "Gah!" The Phoenix remained quiet. Despite the sword leeching onto him, he was more intrigued by it then anything. Quickly he tookof the swords wrappings, seeing that it was dark blue and had...scales? What the hell was it? Samehada. Bennu stated coldly within his thoughts. "You're a lucky man for coming across it. Whoever it belonged to must have either died or discarded it. Keep it, it is an extremely rare weapon." Jeremiah stared blankly at the sword within his hand. It was too heavy for him to wield with one hand so he didn't swing it. "W-what does it do?" The sword wiggled a little, as if it were a living creature. Fate. Fate had led him here and he found this sword so there was no doubt that he was taking the path that would lead him to power. I'm not entirely sure myself.
The young mage would figure it out later but for now he would place the sword on his back. Luckily whoever left the sword also left it's scabbard as well.
Arrival to Oak