Yoyo it's Jojo back with another FT fanfic! it's Jerza this time (well, Edo-Jerza)

i'm posting this a little earlier than I had planned, just because I want to c: In this chapter I was trying to write in child vernacular while still trying to sound intelligent so it might sound a little awkward in places. sorry about that :P the next chapter will have better-flowing dialogue and will also be longer. (I know this chapter is short!)

being a prince who is receiving actual education, I would assume that Mystogan/Jellal (hereafter referred to as 'Mystollal') would have a better vocabulary and a better understanding of the laws of Edolas than an illiterate street urchin like Erza so that's why he...does.

I don't own FT or the cover image. I wish I did :'(

anyway, enough of my blabbering; here is the prologue. reviews would be much appreciated!

Prologue

"Jellal!" Erza grinned, chasing her new friend through the streets. Jellal turned and faced her, a determined look set upon his face.

"I'm not Jellal." He corrected playfully, "I'm Mist Gun, the most famous mage in the whole world. And now I'm coming to get you, Erza…" he broke off suddenly and frowned. "What's your last name?" He asked. Erza crossed her arms and looked down her nose at him, not willing to admit that she was just a lowly street urchin without a surname. She'd named herself after a jar of pickles she'd stolen from a store a few years ago.

Now, most people would wonder why someone would name themselves after a jar of pickles, but seeing as Erza had been barely three at the time, and the minds of young children latch onto anything and everything, she had taken her name from the Ezra Panikan Pickle Company. Unable to read, she had asked someone else to read the label for her, mistakenly hearing 'Erza' instead of 'Ezra.' And the name had stuck.

Now at the age of six, Erza knew better than to take her last name from a pickle jar as well, and she struggled to come up with a surname on the spot.

"I know!" Jellal announced excitedly, saving her the trouble, "You'll be Erza Nightstalker, the evilest, most worstest lady on the planet!"

Erza didn't know what stalker meant, but somehow she didn't like the sound of it.

"Nightstalker is a stupid name." she declared, "And so is Mist Gun."

"Fine then." Jellal replied, "You'll be Erza Nightwalker, and I'll be Mist O'gun."

"Mist O'gun is even stupider than just Mist Gun!"

"Well it's not your name anyway – It's mine." Jellal said haughtily, "Now let's begin." He put his hands on his hips and faced Erza, pasting a snarl onto his features.

"I've finally found you, Erza Nightwalker! I'll defeat you and save the world!"

"You can never defeat me!" Erza replied, taking up her role as the 'evilest, most worstest lady on the planet'. "I am the terrible Erza Nightwalker, and I shall take over the world – you can't stop me, for I have an unbeatable Magical Spear which will stick you dead in less than a second!"

"No fair!" Jellal huffed, "You can't have an invincible weapon!"

"What's invincible?" Erza frowned, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.

"It's the same as unbeatable." He explained, "But that's getting off track – Magic is illegal anyway unless you have a license. And you can't possibly have a license; you're underage!"

"But it's just for pretend, silly." Erza rolled her eyes. Boys were so dumb.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, Prince Jellal!" an agitated new voice broke into the children's conversation, and a tall, skinny man entered the scene, slightly red-faced from running. On spotting Jellal, his face flooded with relief, and he bowed low to the little boy.

"Your Highness, I'm so glad I managed to find you; Her Highness the Queen has been worried sick since you disappeared. We must return to the palace at once!" the man insisted.

"Aw, do you have to go?" Erza whined to her new friend. The skinny man looked aghast.

"Good Lord, child, do you have any idea who you're speaking to?"

"Of course," Erza replied with annoyance – what a silly question. This man's intelligence level was obviously below the average standing. "I'm talking to Jellal."

"Scandalous wench!" the man hissed at her, "You dare call His Highness Prince Jellal, heir of Edolas, by name?! What blasphemy!"

From the man's previous comments, Erza had already figured out just who she had been speaking to. "But you called him by name." she pointed out innocently.

"I am not a foul street urchin who is nothing more than a piece of dirt!" the man retorted, straightening his bowtie.

"Hey!" Jellal spoke up, "She's my friend! She's not a piece of dirt!"

The man took no notice. "Come now, Your Highness. Your mother does not like you to associate yourself with those of such lowly status."

"Bye." Jellal whispered guiltily as he allowed the man to lead him away.

"Bye." Erza replied to his already-turned back.

thx for reading! again, next chapter will be longer - at least 1000 words...we will be jumping ahead to Erza and Mystollal as adults(?) 18/19 yrs old maybe?

oh, I forgot to mention. this is an AU where no one ever came up with the idea of Anima, so there might be a sighting or two of Happy or Carla, and of course Pantherlily. we will also run into Porlyusica as well (Porlyusica isn't happy about that :() but for the most part, Exceeds will not have a large role to play in this story. idk if we will meet any Edo-FT mages...

luv, ~ice