Hello everyone! I've had this idea in my head for awhile now, so I finally decided to sit down and write out the first chapter. I couldn't come up with a good title though XD My brain drew a blank...so if any of you have any better ideas for a title please let me know! Enjoy the first chapter!

I don't own Fairy Tail...wish I did...

Lyon sighed, lowering his head in exhaustion; dragging his small backpack on the stone path behind him. It had been four days and there wasn't any sign of a town, just an endless stone path that seemed to go on forever. He was almost completely out of food, but in truth, he never had a lot of food with him at any point in time. When you didn't have any money it was hard to buy the necessities. He mostly tried to gather things he knew were edible and weren't poisonous; but times have come were he'd gone a couple days without food.

Lyon shivered as a gust of wind blew past his body; throwing his backpack over his shoulder and wrapping his bare arms around himself to try and keep the heat in. It would soon be winter and the temperatures were dropping rapidly. It hadn't snowed yet, much to Lyon's glee, but it was only a matter of time. The area surrounding the small stone path was an open field. Occasionally he came across a tree, but the leaves had fallen from the branches and were already withering away on the cold ground. If it snowed or stormed, he wouldn't have any protection against the elements.

However, he couldn't let something like the weather stand in his way. He was searching for a powerful Mage to teach him magic. He had encountered several different types of Mages in his travels, but they would only agree to teach him if he could beat them in a fight. Lyon wasn't exactly in the best physical condition. Whenever he finally found a Mage to teach him, he was exhausted and fighting starvation. When he had found the first Mage that he'd ask to teach him Magic, he of course had to prove his strength by beating him. However, Lyon was weak from the injuries his parents had inflicted on him some time before. That Mage added more wounds to his body and so did every Mage after that. Since he had no medicine and couldn't afford medical treatment, the only option was to hope the wounds healed on their own. Some of the wounds did, some didn't, and some even got infected.

When Lyon encountered the first Mage, he had been five years old. He was seven now. He continued his search for two years, seeking anyone that would teach him magic; luck had not been with him.

Lyon squinted; trying make out was on the horizon. As he got closer he realized it was a town. Relief and joy engulfed him; he took off sprinting towards the town. A grin spread across his face as he got closer, he had finally found some civilization. Panting, Lyon skidded to halt when he entered the town. Townspeople were going about their daily lives, since the sun was beginning to go down, they were most likely heading home or going to bars.

Still grinning with satisfaction, Lyon began to make his way through the town. He wandered around until he found a parlor of some kind, the people inside would most likely know if there were any strong Mages around here. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, immediately being greeted by the heat being produced by the fireplace. He quickly shut the door, not wanting any of the cold wind to get into the comfortably warm building. It was nice to be able to breathe without seeing your breath come out as a white cloud in front of your face.

He spotted two older men sitting at the bar and decided to try his luck with them. He slowly made his way around the tables, not wanting to bump into or bother anyone. When he stood a few feet away from where they sat at the bar, he spoke.

"Excuse me, sirs?" His voice cracked from lack of use, so he coughed and repeated himself with a steadier voice.

The two old gentlemen looked over their shoulders at him, before turning their bodies half around to talk to him. "What is it kid?" the one with the mustache asked.

"I was wondering if there were any strong Mages around here." Lyon told them.

"Why are you looking for a Mage, if you don't mind me asking?" mustache asked.

"I want someone to teach me magic!" Lyon smiled. "I want to become a really strong Mage, but I need a teacher first."

"Oh, if it's a strong Mage you want, you should seek out Ur." The bald man told him.

"Ur?" Lyon repeated.

"She's a strong Mage that specializes in Ice-Make magic." The bald guy said. "Maybe I shouldn't say specialize. She practically owns that type of magic with her level of skill."

"She was offered a position as one of the Ten Wizard Saints but she turned it down." Mustache added.

"Where can I find her?" Lyon asked impatiently. His excitement had grown immensely throughout the conversation.

"She's been living up in the mountains ever since her daughter died." Baldy shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure where at in the mountains."

"Can you at least give me a little direction?" Lyon pleaded. "You must know to some extent where she's located!"

"There are very few trees up in the mountains because of the extremely cold weather." Mustache said. "If you want to find Ur, I suggest you follow the trail of pine trees."

"Trail of…pine trees?" Lyon tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Yes," Mustache confirmed. "Every now and then you'll come across a pine tree. When you find a pine tree, you know you're going in the right direction."

"Those aren't the best directions in the world, but thank you!" Lyon smiled. "I really appreciate the help!"

"Be careful! The mountains get dangerous at night! Good luck kid!" the two men waved at him as he turned to leave.

Lyon clenched his fists together in determination. He didn't have much direction to go on but he would find Ur even if it took him all night. He stopped in front of the full, body length mirror beside the door. He studied his ragged, dirty appearance. His clothes were torn and bloody; and his hair was unkempt. He ran his hand through his spiky, bluish silver hair, trying to make it look a little more presentable. He tried to wipe the mud and dirt off of his skin; he needed to make a good impression on Ur. Some of the dirt refused to come off by his hand, so he eventually gave up. After all, he couldn't spend all night working on his appearance; he wanted to find Ur as quickly as possible.

Lyon sighed in relief when he finally stumbled upon Ur's home. He had started climbing the snowy mountain when the sun began to set; now the moon was high up in the sky. You could barely see the moon though; clouds had gathered in the sky and had begun to snow. He had lost his was way four times and had to back track. He was shivering, his teeth were chattering, and his stomach was growling nonstop.

Ur's house was a little bungalow with two pine trees growing beside it. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and yellow light shone from the two windows by the door. He started making his way towards it when he tripped and fell on something that felt much harder than snow. Rubbing his now throbbing knee, he dug through the snow with his other hand. Under the snow was a stone path.

"Wait a second…" Lyon looked over his shoulder, peering at the ground carefully. "This path probably stretches all the way back to the town! Those two old farts could've just told me about this path and saved me a whole lot of time!" he clenched his teeth together, finding the path really pissed him off. It wouldn't have bothered him as much if it hadn't been for him searching for pine trees all night. "I guess it doesn't matter now… I still managed to find Ur's house!" he smiled and got to his feet.

Lyon struggled against the strong, icy winds as he shuffled through the snow, towards the steps leading up to the porch. He took a deep breathe when he began to climb the steps. He gulped, looking up at the tall door before him. This was it; he was going to just come right out and ask Ur to be his magic teacher. He lifted his hand to the door and gave it four loud knocks with his trembling hand; he immediately regretted it. This wasn't like asking any ordinary Mage like he had done before. Ur was on a whole different level than they were; based on what those two old men said, she could've been one the Ten Wizard Saints if she hadn't turned the position down. If he had to fight her she would without a doubt kill him.

While he mentally debated about turning around and running like hell, the door opened. He stared up at the women before him with wide eyes. The woman had short dark purple hair and a black eye color. Despite the freezing weather she wore light clothing that consisted of, a grey jacket, jeans, and a red tank top. Another strong gust of wind blew past the two of them; while Lyon wrapped his arms around himself shivering and teeth chattering; she looked completely unphased.

"Who're you?" she folded her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the doorway. "I don't get a lot of visitors up here."

"I-I-" before Lyon could even get the words out the howling wind silenced him, causing him to tremble even more if that was possible.

Ur smirked down at him. "Come inside." She moved to allow Lyon entrance into her home. Lyon bowed respectfully then quickly entered; the screeching wind barreling in after him.

He was surprised to find that the inside was a whole lot bigger than the outside. He entered into what he assumed to be a living room. A dark blue couch was against the wall, a medium sized coffee table was in front of it, and two small tables were on either side of the couch. A light purple rug was in front of the fireplace on the other side of the room. There was a hallway leading farther into the house and there was a large open door way, without a door, that led into another room. He was unable to see what kind of room it was from where he was standing.

"Alright, tell me who you are now." Ur had closed the door and was leaning her back against it now; her arms were back crossed at her chest.

Lyon gulped and cleared his throat. "I-I'm Lyon Vastia." He told her as steadily as he could manage since he was still shivering.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"Two old men told me that you were a strong Mage." Lyon began. "They said that you could've been one of the Ten Wizard Saints if you hadn't turned it down. According to them, your level of skill is amazing! By what they told me, you must be the strongest Mage ever!" he smiled.

Ur sighed and shook her head. "I'm certain that there's someone out there who's stronger than I am. I'm most definitely not the strongest. Is that what you came here for? To praise my skill?"

"No!" Lyon said quickly. "I'm sorry if I made you mad Ms. Ur!" he apologized and bowed his head.

Ur chuckled causing him to look back up at her. "What is it you want then, Lyon wasn't it?"

"Um…well…I was wondering if…you could teach me magic?" he asked her hesitantly. "Please Ms. Ur! I promise I won't be a bother and I'll do everything you tell me to! I really want to become a Mage!" he clasped his hands together and dropped to his knees. "Please Ms. Ur!"

"Why do you want me to be your teacher? Why not someone else?" she asked.

"I have asked other Mages…" Lyon admitted, lowering his head. "They said they would teach me if I could beat them in a fight but….I couldn't manage to beat any of them…"

Lyon's eyes widened when he felt a strong grip wrap around his arm and yank him to his feet. He looked up at Ur and saw a look of total disgust on her face. "Nothing pisses me off more than a pathetic Mage who beats up a kid for fun." Her voice was almost a growl.

"I-I'm sorry…" Lyon gulped and lowered his gaze.

"What're you apologizing for? It's not your fault." He looked back up at her to see a warm smile was now on her face. "What about your parents Lyon? How do they feel about you wanting to learn magic?" she asked, releasing his arm from her grip.

"Um…well…" Lyon fidgeted uncomfortably; out of everything she could've asked him he had hoped she wouldn't have asked him this. "I…really dunno what they think…I haven't seen them in two years…" he admitted. He had considered lying to her, but if she saw through his lie, there was a good chance she wouldn't agree to teach him.

Ur frowned "What happened to them?"

"I…um…I kinda...ran away…" he mumbled the last part almost incoherently, but Ur still managed to understand him.

"Why did you run away Lyon?" she asked. "Did they not agree to what you wanted or something?"

"No, that's not it…" Lyon rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably and his gaze dropped to the wooden floor. "My parents aren't what you could call…loving…more like the opposite…"

Ur's face became serious and she leaned closer to him. "Did they harm you?"

"Y-Yeah…." Lyon didn't look up at her. "I wasn't happy living with them…and I admired the Mages that were visiting town…they seemed really happy….so I decided to leave….and try to become a student to a Mage..."

"Alright."

"Alright what?" Lyon finally looked up at her with a look of confusion.

"I'll teach you magic." Ur smiled at him.

"Really? Thank you, Ms. Ur!" Lyon grinned happily.

"You can just call me Ur." She ruffled his spiky hair but almost became alarmed when her fingers almost got tangled into his unkempt hair. "First things first, go take a bath." She wiped her hand on her jeans after touching him.

"A bath?" Lyon groaned. "Why?"

"I thought you said that you'd do anything I told you too?" she smirked when he started pouting.

"You can live here with me, but you have to bathe. That's a big rule here." She took him by the hand and led him down the hallway.

She took him into the little bathroom, and released his hand to begin filling the wooden tub up with water. Lyon glanced at himself in the mirror; he had to admit that he did look like a mess. He wouldn't take off all his clothes with Ur still in the room, but the least he could do was take off his shirt to show that he was going to go through with the bath. When she turned back around to face him, her mouth dropped open. All over Lyon's chest, sides, and back were various gashes, cuts, and bruises. Some of the gashes were bleeding and rolling down his dirty torso.

"Sorry…" Lyon apologized and lowered his head once more.

"You have to stop apologizing for things that aren't your fault." Ur sighed. "Let me know when you're done with your bath and I'll help you medicate and bandage your injuries." She told him, stepping around him, and placing her hand on the doorknob.

"Um…Ur?"

"What is it, Lyon?" Ur looked back at him. "Do you want me to give you a bath?"

"N-No!" he spun around to look up at her, his face flushing a bright red when Ur laughed. "Are we going to eat…ya know…maybe later?" he asked hopefully.

"I assumed you'd be hungry." Ur chuckled. "I'll fix you something while you're taking a bath. You better take it easy tonight, because tomorrow we start training."

"Yes ma'am!"

End of Chapter One!

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I have to say, I'm not too sure about this fanfic yet. If you'd like to see more of this fanfic then please tell me! Otherwise there might not be another chapter...I procrastinate like hell, you see XD and since I'm unsure about it, hearing what you think might hurry me along to get the second chapter up.

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Until next time!