I Woke Up in a Fairy Tail

This is my first fanfiction. I made a new character for the main one. She is based on me (not totally). I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Valeria Yukonite

Looks: Light blonde hair, Purple eyes, White and gold armor, fairly tan, Fairy tail mark (turquoise) on left of stomach, scar on right eyebrow.

Personality: Slightly blunt, can have attitude, does not like to be bossed around, caring when it comes to family and friends, clueless and dense about feelings of love towards her, forceful to feelings of love of others, very forgetful (in story), can be shy, and more to be discovered.

Magic: Morph magic and white flame dragon slayer magic

A light. A bright and unbearable light shines into my eyes. I squint, ordering my eyes to adjust. My vision blurs as my eyes shift around the room. Dark, mahogany wood surrounds the room. Paint, peeling at the rough corners.

"Where am I?" The thought echoes in my head. I become disappointed when I am unable to answer this.

"HEY! You're awake!" a voice boomed interrupting my thoughts. I jump up with a start, forcing my mind to realize the unbearable pain engulfing my body. I close my eyes as I wince at the sudden pain. I lean back to fine the comfort of an infirmary bed waiting there. What am I doing in an infirmary? I open my eyes to find the face of a smiling pink-haired boy, just a few inches from my face.

"Natsu, give the poor girl some space. I think you're scaring her." The so called Natsu, gets flung to the side and compacts with the nearest wall. I shift my head to look at the cause of the compact, which in turn sparks my body with more unexpected pain. A woman with flowing scarlet hair notices me staring at her and returns it with a smile. Although, in five seconds flat, her expression becomes the definition of serious.

"Who are you and why did you end up on the Magnolian train tracks," she bellows, waiting for an answer. My head slumps down, forcing me to look at my scratched and bruised hands. Suddenly, a flow of tears run down my cheeks. I look up to see her surprised. Through the bubbling the tears bring my voice to, I say quietly, stopping at almost every word.

"I-I'm…so…sorry. I-I can't seem to remember anything that happened, or even who I am." As I finish, my tears rush down with more for force. Gently, I feel a hand rest on my shoulder. I look to see an old man, half my size, looking at me with kind eyes.

"Don't fret dear. There's no reason to cry if you can't remember why you are doing so." He says, in a quiet voice almost a whisper. I stare at him, shocked at the odd wisdom in his words.

"Nice one Gramps!" The pink- haired boy bounces to the edge of the bed, raising a fist.

"He bounces back fast!" I think to myself. I giggle at my thoughts, leaving him with a confused expression. The scarlet-haired woman walks forward, not a word escaping her mouth. She stays silent as she grabs their collars and hauls them out of the room. She pops her head back in with these words.

"You should get some rest." With that she exits. I lean back thankfully, and drift into a dream-less sleep.