Hey guys, this is just a fanfiction i've been doing on my ipod touch while i was grounded and thought: hey! why not upload it to ?! This is a future fairy tail with all popular pairings, and they have kids (some of them). So i wanted to add a new girl (like when Lucy joined) and i was thinking of a simular situation as Lucy/Lisanna combined! This might be long but read it because it clears any confusion you readers might have! My other story is Vampire In Love that i'm still going to continue so dun worry. Enoy~
I don't pwn Fairy Tail or the characters, just the children and the main character!
My red eyes were wide with fright as the thunder flashed against my window yet again, signaling another sheet of rain to pound onto my window's pane. Shadows were dancing all around my room as my small 5 year old body trembled against the silk sheets of my bed. My unnatural silver hair glowed dimly against every burst of light thrown against the thin strands. My shoulder ached slightly and I changed my position on the silky bed.
Over the past year she felt no love towards her. Her mom was sick and forced by her father to stay in bed, the servants were too busy with my sick mom and the storm approaching to notice her, and her father kept yelling at me for not being a boy. The air in the hallways has been thick with the stench of hospital and medicine every sense we found out mom was sick, so long the scent of fresh fruit and flowers had long sense faded away to the deepest parts of the mansion.
Yes, i ment to say mansion. My family, the Hunter family, were one of the richest fur traders in Mongolia. After the Heartfilia family disappeared, my family grew in numbers and wealth, till we were finally at the top.
Everyone says I should be grateful to be born in a rich family, I wouldn't have to worry about starvation or guilds. What they don't know is how hard parents will try to teach their children the necessary basics on how to run the business they'll be taking over, but to take over the business you had to be a boy.
Imagine his joy when he found out his wife, Rose Hunter, was pregnant. Then imagine his face when they found out it was a girl. And that girl turned out to be me.
It wasn't easy being the child of a man who only wanted a son. He beat me constantly whenever mom was on vacation, then blames me for every downfall in his life just because I was born a girl.
"Why couldn't you have been a boy?!" He'd shout at me as he threw stuff at my scared self. "Why couldn't you have been a boy!"
I grew used to his torment over the months. The only person keeping me from insanity is my beautiful mother.
Her delicate hands would run through my silver hair, her dark chocolate brown eyes would sparkle when I made a joke, the way she laughed would put a smile on even the devils face, the way her dark brown hair tickled my nose would make me laugh for days on end, and her arms would surround my body in a warm and comforting hug. This was before the sickness struck her, now she was almost never awake to show those beautiful eyes. Her hair had gone from a healthy brown to a dull and brittle black, the smooth skin was achingly stretched around the few muscles that weren't broken down to fight the virus.
After the virus set in I wasn't aloud to see her, they said i was too young and frail to fight the sickness if it sped to my own body. I wish I yelled at them, I wish I snuck in there like I wanted to just to talk to her and tell her about my day. I wished so many things I should have done because yesterday...yesterday...
Yesterday was the day my mother died.
The thunder grew softer as my mind wandered to that day, it was still clear as day in my head, no matter how many hours I wanted to forget it.
It was a small funeral, the way my mom would have liked it. Full of friends and family who knew her before her and her husband became famous. Some were just people she did requests for back in her magic days. Everyone had black clothing on, and it was lightly drizzling on top of the sea of black umbrella tops, as if the heavens were weeping for my mothers life.
I didn't want to see my mom like this, in a box with her paled skin covered in too much make up, her hair dyed to where it resembles her color, clothes she never wore because it made her look too royal.
But there she was, in the box with everything she hated. The make up didn't show the heavenly glow she gave off when she was sleeping, the dye didn't give her hair the smooth dark hazel sheen, and the clothes were too big and extravagant on her, barely hugging the perfect figure she had.
I walked up to the open coffin and stared at my mother's lifeless body. I placed a snowy white rose on her chest, part of me was wondering if the flower was magic, and once I set it down it would bring mom back. That wonder was smashed by my realistic side's conclusion; the flower is a plain rose and your mom isn't coming back.
I remember how angry I was that day, I was angry at the world for not trying hard enough to save her, mad at my dad and maids because they didn't let me see my mom. The thing that angered me most though, was the fact that magic didn't save her. I finally snuck out of the funeral unnoticed and sat under the tree my mom and I used to sit at before she got sick. She would read countless Fairy Tales about a beast who was really a prince, a house maid turn into a princess over night, and my favorite was the women who would wake up with true loves kiss.
I felt the rain drip down my face as I laid under the tree, the rain on my cheeks mixed with the tears that were flowing out of my eyes. The scent of pine and ash filled the air around me as I cried more.
"Why are you crying alone?" I heard a voice say next to me. I whipped around, expecting to see my father, and instead saw a red haired boy around my age with...golden eyes?
He was wearing a black shirt, red shorts, sandals, and a white scaled scarf? I sniffed. "Why are you wearing a scarf in the rain?" I shot back and furiously started wiping my over flowing tears. Dang this is embarrassing, I thought while wiping my pinking face.
I heard him stutter and looked up to see a blush redder then his hair on his face for a minute before saying "It wasn't raining when I got here!" I felt a laugh escape my throat, surprising both me and the strange boy. I haven't laughed like that sense my mom got sick. But it felt good to laugh, this warm feeling I got from him made me trust him even more then How much i usually trust people.
I looked at his hair and simply said, "Why is your hair red?"
His face flushed even more red, if that was even possible right now. "I-I-it's not red! I-I-it's rose!" he stuttered then shifted his scarf, his face clearly showed how embarrassed he was just by how big his blush was, it was a brighter red then his hair!
"you eyes are pretty." I heard him whisper, before he gently touched my hair. "Your hair is pretty too, it feels like silk..."
Now it was my turn to blush. No one has ever complimented my hair, let alone my eyes. To everyone it made me look like the devil's daughter, no matter how sweet I try to be. As I stare at his hair more, I start wondering if it felt as soft as it looked.
"W-what's your name?" I asked and looked into his gold eyes while fighting the urge to pet his hair. I swear on my mother's new soul they seemed to shine as he smiled and simply said, "My name is Igneel Dragneel, son of Natsu and Lucy Dragneel." he struck his hand out for me to shake it.
I hope that was a good first chapter! Please review and follow because i love any suggestions or comments you guys have (except for that one person who ruins my day by saying to just quit). Please don't be that person o-o
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