Hi there, I'm Aria :) I decided to try my hand at writing a Fairy Tail OC story. Here's the first chapter, and I know it's pretty glum but I promise it'll pick up in the next chapter and I hope to hear some constructive criticism too! Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this fanfic!

(P.s.: I don't own Fairy Tail!)

Chapter 1

She woke up, head pounding and body sore. She recognized the hardwood flooring of a place too familiar. She smelled a cacophony of turmoil, scents that were contradicting: home, ash, blood, fire. Her hearing hadn't come back yet, all that resounded was a high pitch tone. Her hand touched something wet, something sticky that felt foreign.

As she rolled her body to see the ceiling, something in her side cut deeper into her. Screaming out, she slowly wrapped a hand around the object and pulled. She brought the object into view and wondered why it looked familiar. Had she seen it before? A face pushed itself into the forefront of her memories. She realized with a start that it had been someone's that she had held dear to her. He was like a brother she never had.

She had looked up to him for as long as she could remember, he was her rock. His golden hair always shone and blue eyes always knew. He had been the one to find her abandoned in a forest on one of his jobs. She was just a girl then, no older than three.

He had taken her to his guild, where she had eventually opened up to everyone and they in turn looked out for her, helped her develop into a fine young lady. But she had quickly realized that she was different from all of them. They were a merchant guild, and she had discovered that her body held magic. Not knowing much about magic or how to use it, she had confided in her makeshift family seeing if they could help her. They tried all they could to help train her, and eventually she could manage a few spells.

After a while of coming to know her power, she had ventured to find more answers. Searching libraries and asking elders, she found more information about how to control her magic. The longer time went on, the more she could feel her magic growing, and then it became problematic. The more power she had, the less she could control it.

The first time that she tried an advanced spell, she found herself waking up alone in the middle of nowhere. She had no recollection of how it happened or how long it had been. She found her way back to the guild and they had told her that they hadn't seen her for two days. That's when she decided not to use her spells anymore.

Little did she know, her actions only fueled the flame. She would find herself going to bed one second and then waking up inside of the guild the next day, even with her blacking out, no one else could tell. She would act like normal and then suddenly not know how she got there or what day it was. But this was just the tip of the iceberg.

About a month after she found herself slipping in and out of control of her own actions, the voice started. She thought it was just the voice that everyone had, the one that they think with, the one that makes comments which should not be said aloud. But she had realized that the new one was accompanying the one that she felt was hers. It told her stories, of older days and what purpose she served, but she always doubted that she was here to slay such things like demons. It had told her what her real name was, not the plain one the guild had given her. She did like the sound of her supposed real name, Aurai. The voice had told her that it's what you call daughters to the gods of the winds. She definitely thought that sounded better than 'Marie', as the guild called her.

Coming back to her senses, she stared at the wood ceiling that poured ash like snowflakes down from the gaping hole in the middle of it.

"Aurai. It's time for you to come back to your body." The voice whispered in a hiss.

Groaning in displeasure, she sat up on her elbows, to which her side protested but she held firm. Pushing aside the discomfort, she quickly pushed herself off of the floor, hand releasing the foreign object that she woke up with. The 'clinking' sound of hitting the floor startled her and her eyes flew to see what was dropped. A short sword lay at her feet.

Blood covered both the blade and hilt. Her hands trembled at the sight, a slight warmth coming back to her side and chest. She looked down at herself, a long slash adorned her chest right under her collar bones. Her eyes traveled down to her stomach and found the puncture wound from the sword. The sword that belonged to her savior. She knew it was because he always had it with him, the short sword that she bought him for his birthday.

"Sam," she whispered, eyes wide in wonder. Why was his sword in her abdomen? How could it possibly make its way into her side without someone plunging it in on purpose?

She remembered then what she saw before she had been distracted by the sword. Bodies. Her guild members' bodies lay in random. Some were missing appendages, others were bloodied and bruised. In the midst of panic rushing throughout her body, she heard a groan.

Her head whipped around, eyes falling on a body that was moving. He was trying to sit up against a nearby pillar.

"Sam!" She called and rushed to his side at once. At first, she was overcome with relief in seeing her beloved brother figure still intact but as she got closer, she saw the real damage that was dealt to him. Her hand went to cradle his head as she helped him get comfortable. "What happened?"

Looking up into her tearing eyes he said, "A demon, Marie. A demon appeared and started just killing us one by one, I couldn't help at all. None of us have magic so it made quick work of us." He looked around with dull eyes, clearly in shock from the attack. "Hey, I think my legs are broken, do you think you'll be able to heal them?" His wry smile broke her heart, she knew he was going through shock right now and didn't want to plunge him back into reality.

"Of course, I'll try to heal them." She lifted her shaky hands to hover over his legs and glanced back over his body. He had massive cuts through his chest and slices down his thighs, his nose looked broken and he was missing a few fingers on his left hand.

Crying loudly, she looked him in the eyes, momentarily forgetting his broken legs. "Sam.." She choked out.

His eyes were half open when he met her gaze again, "Yeah?" His golden hair now looked a bit dingy, covered in dirt and ash and his blue eyes weren't clear, they were missing the usual warmth and comfort.

"I-I…" She trailed off, not being able to say the words. She knew, she just didn't know if he knew. That his right leg had been sliced off from the knee down, the other had two bones sticking out of his shin area. Still holding his gaze, she said with more resolve, "I'll try my best."

"That's all I'll ever ask from you, sis," Sam said before leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "I'm glad you're safe. I love you, Marie."

Her hands hovered over his body again and started emitting a blue light, healing his smaller cuts slowly. She bit back a sob, "I love you too, Sam." And she did. She had realized recently that she wanted to be seen as more than his "little sister". Her heart would tell her to do things that were quite odd to her mind, like holding his hand even though she wasn't a kid anymore, or kissing his lips. She never took the chance, thinking that he wouldn't like the idea of his supposed sister having romantic feelings towards him.

She heard his breathing slow and heart rate gradually decrease. Her hands pressed up against his skin, as if she could heal him faster by being closer. She cried harder, chanting, "stay with me, please. Sam, just stay with me. You'll be okay." She wanted to heal him, for him to be okay and for them to live happily ever after. She had heard fairy tales of two people who meet by chance and fall in love and live a happy life with a family, and she desperately wanted that for her and Sam. Her eyes felt hot with tears and her nose stung, her emotions running rampant and her arms shook in terror of losing him.

'There's nothing you can do now,' The voice whispered and she shook her head to dislodge the thought. She couldn't lose him, he was the light of her life. Her heart beat raced and her breathing turned ragged.

Sam smiled at her, one of his smiled that always tugged at her heart before he took one more slow breath.

His body went limp in her hands.

Noticing how he wasn't breathing anymore, her body stilled.

"Sam?" Not wanting to look to his face, she stayed rooted at his waist, the blue light fading from her hands. "Sammy.. Please," she whispered. Tears continued to fall freely from her face as her ice blue eyes made their way up to his.

He made no movement, his body going colder by the second.

"Sam!" She screamed and grasped his shoulders, shaking him. But his head only lolled to the side, mouth partly open. "Sam!" She cried. She grasped his face in her hands, pleading for him to live, for anyone or anything to grant her one wish. "I love you, Sam. please come back!" She screamed for help until her throat ached and her ears rung again. Wouldn't anyone help her? She frantically started healing him again, but this time nothing happened to his cuts, they wouldn't close. Blood poured from his body, staining her legs and arms. His smiling face kept her stamina up until she had exhausted all of her power trying to do the impossible. She couldn't bring anyone back from the dead.

"Please.." She whispered as she lay broken on the floor.

Sobbing, she lay next to his cold body, hugging him close to her. She fell asleep eventually, dreaming of past days, when she was happy with this family that took care of her, that loved her.