Summary: Alright guys, here's what I've got for you: A re-telling of the MÄR anime, with the addition of my OC. Heavily focused on my OC, with slight AlvissXOC, but nothing super romance-y. There's going to be some changes to other characters and the MÄR universe but nothing too major, although it will be more violent than the regular show and there will be some swearing, so M rating for violence and language. Please rate and review honestly, if you catch a mistake somewhere, let me know! If you like the story tell me, if you hate it tell me what I can do better.

Hopefully I'll be able to update as soon as possible, but I'm not always the best at that…

Italicized words are thoughts, dreams, or flashbacks

**** means time skip

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

The fire burns everything in sight, and the ground is littered with bodies. My comrades, lying there, dead and dying. And it's all because of me.

I did this.

I clutch my stomach with my small hands and wince as I run, trying desperately to slow the blood pouring from the slice across my abdomen. I run through the trees, dread seeping into me. I can't see him through the fighting and carnage, and I start to worry I'll see his face in the next pile of corpses. I turn the corner and burst through the treeline, and I see him.

Tears run down his cheeks as he shakes one of the bodies.

"Wake up! Please, don't die! Wake- "he stops yelling when his blue eyes catch mine. My knees buckle beneath me and the world spins. A deep chill runs through me and I look down. Blood soaks through my shirt and now drips onto the ground, making small red splotches in the dirt. I look back at the boy across from me.

"Pl… please… hel… help…" My voice fails me when I see his face contort in anger and hatred. He stands and clenches his fists.

"You did this. They're dead because of you." Tears start falling from my eyes as I realize what's happening.

"…No… don… don't leave… me…" I stutter as he turns and starts walking away. My eyelids start drooping and black spots cloud my vision. The boy stops walking and turns his head toward me, filling me with hope for one fleeting moment.

"You did this."

And then I'm alone.

You did this.

I did this.

Sweat covers me when I jolt upright. At first I can't remember where I am and, panicking, I grab at the ground looking for anything I could use as a weapon. After a few confusing seconds, I notice my surroundings. Sighing, I stand and survey my campsite, cursing my still pounding heart. After making sure everything is still as I left it, I grab my things and make my way toward the river. I fill my canteen and splash water on my face, still trying to calm my mind from the nightmare. When I'm done, I reach into my bag for some breakfast, but I come up short. Scowling, I glance back down at the water.

It's calm now, and in it I can see my familiar blood red eyes looking back at me. I'm a little worse for wear, a couple scratches here, some cuts there. There's a small bandage stuck to my right cheek, and above it is a line of scar tissue making a slight divot in my skin. My bright blond hair falls sloppily around my shoulders, the blonde darkening to orange, then red at the tips.

Despite everything, it's still me. Hungry and tired, but still me.

I know it's me, but I still don't know who I am.

I let out a dry, humorless laugh at the irony.

Pulling my cloak onto my back, my shoulders now adorned with the clawed paws of a defeated beast, I stand. I slide my bag onto my right shoulder and attach a small bag to my left hip. After making sure my hood covers my face, I head off into the morning sun, hoping my target's trail is still fresh.

It's dark when I finally catch up to the werewolf brothers. Their trail has lead me to a small farm in a seemingly uninhabited area of Pazurika island. If not for the small rugged path leading to the house, I might've walked right past it. As I get closer to the house, I sense something that stops me in my tracks. I can sense both werewolves, a human with no magical power, and two humans with little to no magic who I assume are children. What takes me aback is a sixth presence, it's neither werewolf nor human, and it seems oddly… familiar.

I slink back into the tree line as I approach, warry of this new, unknown thing. As I close in I notice one of the young humans feels different. They don't have much magic to sense, but from what I can tell they aren't your average child. I'm close enough now to hear the sounds of a fight, and I peak around the house to see my targets fighting some kids, one with short spiky black hair, and dressed in a green shirt and brown pants. The boy is fending off the wolves with a silver shovel, and from what I can tell it's an Ärm. The other boy looks to be around the same age, with long spiky blond hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. He's wearing a white shirt and blue pants, he's holding something but his back is to me so I can't make out what it is. I can still sense that strange being beside the blonde kid, but I still can't see it. I slide along the back wall of the farmhouse, trying to get close without being spotted but just in case I activate my weapon Ärm. I cringe a little and hope no one sees the slight glow which changes my bracelet into a sword. After the glow dies, I am left holding my silver weapon my hand fitting the hilt perfectly. When I peak around the corner of the house, the two boys are holding their ground against the wolves, but it looks like this battle could last a while, I debated waiting it out but decided these werewolves have avoided me long enough. Readjusting my hood, I stride out from behind me hiding spot.

"Don't you two owe me some information?" I say positioning myself in front of the four fighters. The brothers freeze instantly when they see me, while the other boys look on in confusion.

"Well, well, we thought you fell behind back at town." Ruga nervously shifts, refusing to make eye contact with me.

"Yeah, we though we lost yah back there, bud… Looks like you caught up though, huh?" Garu comments, trying to act cool, my eyes locked on his. Garu always seemed like the braver of the two wolf brothers, but now he's having a hard time keeping up his bravado.

"Quit stalling," I snap, pointing my sword at Garu, "I don't have the time for your fooling around." My face is shadowed by my hood, but they can still see my mouth curved down in a scowl.

"Who are you? If you're friends with these guys, Jack and I'll kick your ass!" The blonde kid yells, when I turn to face him with my blade, I could practically see the stars in his eyes. "Woah! Is that a sword!? Is it magic?! Oh, I know! It's one of those Ärm things, right?! That's awesome!" I find myself at a loss for words as the kid comes closer to look at my weapon. The others seem just as shocked at the boy's sudden change in character, one second this kid wants to fight me, the next he's gushing over my Ärm. I take a step back and regain my composure, and point my sword at the kid's throat, making him back off.

"I am not friends with those dogs, but I have a deal with them. I have no quarrel with you, but if you interfere, I won't hesitate to strike you down." I growl, and the blonde's eyes narrow.

"Ginta who is this insolent fool?" At first I think it's the black-haired kid, Jack I presume, talking, but he hasn't moved from his spot, his knees quivering as he grips his shovel tightly to his chest.

"Hey, no need to get upset, buddy," Garu says, pushing past the blonde, Ginta I guess, until he's face to face with me. "We brought you where you wanted to go, so we kept up our end of the deal." My eyes narrow in confusion.

"What are you talking about? You said you found good hunting grounds in the area, so if you don't want me to cash in on your bounties you better show me where they are." Both wolves laugh and Jack tightens his grip on his shovel, anger spreading across his face. Ruga motions around him and laughs.

"Look around you! You're standing in the best hunting grounds we've ever found! And little Jackie here makes sure we've got food all year round!" Finally, everything clicks, and I frown with disgust.

"You're telling me, you've been stealing from these poor farmers? You two use your strength to use this boy, just for a couple of vegetables?" I point my sword at them and channel my magic.

"Hey, we had a deal! You leave us alone and we lead you here! So why don't you quiet down and enjoy the feast." Garu growls, bearing his claws at me.

"I don't make deals with mutts like you." I spit as my sword erupts into flames, making the steel glow red with heat. Right before I make my move, Ginta steps in again.

"This is Jack's fight, so back off! I don't know who you are, but Jack can deal with these guys." He yells at me, but I leap at the boy instead, pushing him out of the way of Ragu's claws. The wolf barrels over us, growling when he lands.

"G- Ginta! You- you ok?" Jack yells while I take a stance in front of his friend, ready for the next attack. Just as the wolves launch at me, I'm distracted by what looks to be a moving, talking, mustachioed vegetable.

"You can't just push me servant like that, only I get to bully Ginta!" I barely hear the end of his sentence, when the world spins and I'm thrust into a new nightmare.

A town burns around me, and my little heart is pounding so fast I can barely breathe. Beside me stands the blue haired boy, and he holds my hand tightly as he looks on in horror. A man stands in front of us, but I can't make out his features all I can see is him holding a corpse by the neck in one hand, and a hammer in the other. Attached to the hammer is a long chain that ends in a mustachioed ball, stained in blood with a menacing grin stretched across it's face.

My senses return in time to see Garu's claws slam into me. I'm flung through the air with such force it only takes a second for me to slam into the small house by the farm, for a moment pain explodes through me, the next my mind fades into darkness.

Ginta

I watch on as Jack's Mom hugs him, worry etched into her face. I smile sadly as I think of my own Mom, and how she's probably just as worried about me. Babbo taps me lightly on the leg and smiles up at me, I smile back. This was my fist fight in this new world, and not only did we win, but it seems things are just going to get more exciting from here.

"You too Ginta, you could've been hurt!" Jack's Mom is standing now, one hand on her hip and the other firmly gripping Jack's ear. "When I heard that loud noise, I was worried one of you had- "Jack and I look at each other, cutting off his Mom's scolding.

"That person, they hit the side of the house pretty hard…" Jack trails off, worry entering his features. I'm already running to the back of the house, with Babbo not far behind. I round the side of the building, and skid to a stop right in front of the cloaked person, on the ground slouched against the wall, unconscious. Jack runs up behind me and his mother brings up the rear, she gasps when she sees the damage. The wall of the house is cracked and caves in slightly where the cloaked figure hit. The person in question has a hood hiding their face, but I can see a thin trail of blood dripping off their chin. I reach forward and pull back their hood, and everyone is a little shocked at what we see.

A girl. She can't be much older than Jack and I, but she definitely didn't get through the fight as well as us. Blood drips from her nose and mouth, and a line of red streams out of a cut on her forehead, I look at Jack unsure of what to do. He turns to his mother, looking just as confused as me about what to do with the girl.

"I think she tried to help us Ma, she said she didn't want to steal from us." Jack's Mom purses her lips and looks at the girl, thinking about what to do next.

"Well in that case we can't just leave her here, can we? You boys bring her inside so I can patch her up." She starts to make her way back to the house, but stops a few steps away. "Ah what do we have here… Oh! Our new guest will probably want this back when she wakes up." The woman bends down and picks up a silver bracelet, which she carefully puts into one of the pockets on her apron. Jack nods at me so I take up position at the girl's feet, while Jack gingerly grabs her shoulders. We lift on three, and a quiet groan escapes the girl's mouth when her head lolls against Jack's arm. We go as quickly and carefully as we can, and when we get inside, Jack's Mom leads us over to a small couch next to a wooden table covered with some medical supplies.

"Alright boys lay her down right here, gently now. That's it, thank you, Jack why don't you and Ginta get something to eat from the kitchen, it's been a long and eventful night for all of us." Jack nods, and Babbo and I follow him. We all eat our weight in veggies, but it's not enough to distract us from the person unconscious in the next room.