Okay fellow FanFiction readers, this is a story I literally just thought of and began to write. If this seems like something you'd like me to continue then drop a review or a favourite/follow

It would seriously mean a lot, even if the review is just a 'hey you spelled supercalifragalisticexpialadoscious wrong'

Also I know that this chapter has absolutely no actual Fairy Tail characters in it, that will be next chapter, also yes the main character is an OC, Her name is Zaria and I'll let you read the rest about her, my other character is Sylo and I dont plan on making him a reoccurring character but you never know, other than that there shouldn't be too many other OCs.

Thank you and I definitely do not own Fairy Tail... or else obviously this would be the story line, not that I don't like the original story line its just... I'm gonna shut up now

Enjoy!

A young girl curled into a ball on her feet as people of all ages threw sticks and stones at her. She pleaded for them to stop and screamed in pain as they started to kick her.

"It serves you right to use magic." A man said while landing a particularly rough kick to the side of the girl's stomach. She fell to the ground and wrapped her arms around her mid section.

"I'm sorry! I can't control it!" She yelled, "Please stop! It hurts!"

"This is your punishment for using that ungodly ability!" A women spat back at the girl.

She began to cry, she was a disgrace, but she couldn't stop herself, when the magic built up inside of her it was too much to handle. I would burst out of her and it wouldn't stop until she was exhausted enough to pass out.

The people around her hated magic. Everyone hated magic, it was something that not many people possessed and so they were different, therefore labeled as evil. Whenever people would find a wizard they would do terrible things to them, even to someone as young her herself, being only 8.

She stopped moving and yelling signalling to the villagers that she had passed out. They grumbled and spat at her before leaving to head to their respective homes knowing full well that it was about to rain. No one thought to at least move her from the middle of the street as they left. The rain poured down and her unconscious body shivered from the cold drops covering her frail body.

A figured moved from the shadows. He had on a thick cloak that trailed down to his feet and covered his face with its hood. He crouched down next to the little girl placing one hand on her back and another around her legs to scoop her up into his arms and out of the down pour.

He walked with her to the edge of town and into a very small house. Upon entering the house he lied her down on a empty table in the middle of his hut. He shrugged off his cloak to reveal his blonde hair and teal eyes, after, he began to emit a light blue light from his hands. He hovered them above her chest and slowly her breathing calmed from harsh breaths to soothed intakes. He smiled as he healed her from the inside out. His could feel everything he was relieving her of, including broken ribs and inflamed lungs. How this child was alive was beyond him. He moved onto her mid section and in his mind he could see himself fixing her muscles and internal organs.

After he was finished there her went to move to her legs but his face visibly paled when his magic informed him she wasn't a virgin. The low glow stopped as he felt himself become ill. Some sick bastard had raped her most likely, how else would a girl as young as herself come into this state. He shook his head, not wanting to think about it any longer and focused on healing her once more. He felt her own magic try to help the process along, she was so powerful and yet she couldn't protect herself. Or maybe it was that she didn't want to hurt people, even those who were hurting her. It must require a lot of control to contain her magic to protect those awful people. From what the man could feel the magic energy had a mind of its own. It seemed to even teach itself how to heal. He went on trying to guide the magic to work with him. It took him an hour or so before she was of perfect health.

He was absolutely exhausted and began to doze off in the chair he had sat himself in, after all, healing magic was one of the most difficult magics to learn and control. He had years of secret practice with it and was happy he could help at least one person in avoiding death.

The man was woken by a terrible scream, he quickly jumped up and look around only to see the young girl he had saved last night clutching a sheet around herself and looking horror stricken at him. His eyes softened and he kneeled to her height.

"Hey there, it's alright. I won't hurt you." He smiled and her defensive stance wavered ever so slightly, "My name is Sylo. What's yours?" He inquired while slowly sticking out his hand towards her.

She hesitantly took it, "I'm Zaria."

"That's a pretty name, Zaria. Do you remembered what happened to you before you woke up?"

She looked away from him and retracted her hand and he frowned slightly. "I-I don't know." He knew she was lying. Tears built up in her eyes and she moved her hands up to wipe them away, even though they continued to fall.

The girl had light brown hair, golden yellow eyes, and was very small, the information he had gathered from her the night before told him she was 8 but she seemed younger. He knew exactly why she was in such terrible condition, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for a person of magic to be beat and tortured. He himself had endured torture for a few years and only managed to escape within the last year. He had his life all planned out, he was on his way to starting a family even. His wife was 7 months pregnant when they found them. He barely escaped with his life, but at the time of his capture his wife and child had not been so lucky.

"Zaria," she looked up at him at the sound of her name, he spoke softly and she definitely wasn't used to such a tone,"those people were doing something wrong. They are not in any way better than you."

She quickly wiped most of the tears away and looked at him fully, her expression serious and eyes full of anger, "But I use magic! I'm a wizard!" She said while bumping her fist onto the left side of her torso, "I'm a despicable human being who should die! I shouldn't of been born and no one will ever accept me!" She fell on her knees and cried from her own confession of what everyone has ever told her in her short life.

Sylo moved closer to her and wrapped a comforting arm around Zaria's shoulders as she shook from her tears. This is no life for a child, for anyone, he couldn't let it go on, not for her to receive the same fate as his own child. "It's not awful being a wizard." Zaria looked at him and he placed his forehead on hers ruffling her hair in a fatherly manner. "Zaria?" She nodded while still looking in his eyes, not daring to look away. "You'll do great things in your life. And you should never ever let anyone tell you that you are worthless because you are the best. Don't you forget it." He said and smiled. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a her first hug in years. He chanted a spell into her ear and soon she couldn't see anything, it was like the world had turned completely black and she screamed.

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