Yahoo! I was finally able to come up with the beginning of my Adamine Terra stories! For those of you who don't know my beloved OC, that's completely fine! Why? Because this is the beginning, the real beginning which takes place twelve years into the past before the Tenrou Freeze and before Lucy Heartfilia was a member of Fairy Tail.

I hope that you all enjoy my story of Adamine Terra and how she met the Raijinshuu and Laxus in the first place. If you want to get to know Adamine, I suggest you check out my page on Deviant Art and my other stories on her. Images of her are up on Deviant Art under my account name AdamineTerra. Huh. That sounds oddly familiar. Also, my stories on her are titled Tablet and a Tome and the final in my series Magical Massacre.

Please enjoy and leave me a review. I love hearing from you, but I'm sure you hear that all the time.

Now! We shall begin...

Weary Traveler

The air was nothing but pure heat as a woman made her way through the forest. She was damaged. She was broken. She was prey. As her mouth swallowed saliva, painfully coating the inside of her arid throat, Adamine just kept trudging on. She had lived through the battle, and she had to keep going.

Black Pearl, her beloved comrade and the only one she trusted in the whole world, was gone. Forever. Adamine had seen it happen when her body had been flung back by a wild creature. Pearl had gone flying into the opposite direction. Adamine had heard the definitive crack of bone when Pearl had crashed into thorns then rolled into a raging river.

She would never forget the way Pearl had disappeared off the ledge. Adamine would never forgive herself for letting Pearl die right in front of her. She was her beloved Hellhound, a companion irreplaceable by time or company. Now, though, she was gone.

No. No. No! She couldn't be gone. Black Pearl had to have survived that attack. There was no way. Tears streamed down Adamine's face as she tried to battle the horrible facts that crushed her pulsating heart.

The teen pushed her walking stick into dirt and kept trudging onwards. She would find Pearl at the bottom of this embankment. Pearl would be hurt but alive. She couldn't die from whatever had attacked them. Even if she wasn't there, Adamine wouldn't stop looking. Adam wouldn't stop looking, and she'd get revenge on that beast even if she had to fight it with a broken leg and blood running down her flesh.

A sharp pain ran up Adamine's broken leg, and she looked down. The sight nearly gagged her. Legs were not supposed to bend that way. Oh, Firmalione, this was a sick, sick sight. Adamine didn't know what she would do if she wasn't a dragon slayer.

The only reason she was able to walk was because she had turned her leg adamantine to support her limping gait. She hobbled forward with determination in her damp, emerald eyes.

In front of her was a long dirt road. Behind her was a group of hunters who would surely try to capture her in this state. Adamine pulled her hood further over her face to shield the scalding sunlight then trudged on.

Lost Stretch of a Forested Road

"We're lost," Evergreen proclaimed, her black flats floating above the dirt path. She was using her Fairy Magic to give herself wings. There was no way she was walking on that nasty road in these new shoes.

"We're not lost. We're just taking a detour," Freed defended. In his hands was a map, an upside down map. He kept tilting it this way and that before finally putting his finger of a portion of it. "See! Look. We're right here! If we just keep following this path then we'll be at Akane Beach in no time."

Laxus cast the two bickering mages a particularly droll glance before turning his music up. With his hands behind his head, he ignoring them all. It was obvious he didn't care whether they were lost or not.

Bickslow wasn't concerned either. His totem babies hovered cheerfully around him. Besides, if they stayed lost, then maybe the creature that had been terrorizing the villages nearby would sniff them out. It would save them having to find it on their own.

He cracked a grin at that then looked at Freed and Evergreen. There were two things that they kept secret from everyone in the guild. Well, actually, no. There was just one, but Evergreen got embarrassed if you pointed out the other one. Number one was that Freed, though being strategic and intelligent, had absolutely zero sense of direction. Number two was that Evergreen despised being in the forest at night. She would go camping, but only if she had the luxuries of the indoors outdoors. Why? She hate, hate, hated big, crunchy bugs. It was why Bickslow threw them at her every chance he got.

While instigating the argument between Evergreen and Freed, he couldn't have been more at ease until something caught his attention. "Oi! What's that over there?" he stated abruptly, catching the bickering fairies off guard.

A woman was sporting a tattered cloak. With the hood up, Bickslow could only acknowledge that she was hunched over and weak. She used a walking stick she must have found somewhere along the road. Probably an old woman. Wait. What was an old, crippled woman doing walking out in the woods alone?

Bickslow tilted his head in thought. Yeah, something about that wasn't right.

Ever's hands clapped together as she chimed, "A little old lady! She can tell us where we need to go to get out of this place!" Using her wings, she eagerly flew over to the woman in the tattered rags. "Ma'am, hello. We need your help to find our way out of this forest. Could you please tell us where to-" Her gloved hands covered her mouth, and she halted in her tracks.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Freed questioned, stepping beside Evergreen only to gawk the same way she was doing.

Alright, now he was curious. Stepping forward, Bickslow put his red gaze to the… young girl. Her body was supported by a staff, but it was coated in bruises and claw marks. A stream of blood trickled down the side of her face. Her green eyes were puffy and swollen from tears streaming downwards, but instead of baring a hopeless expression, her teeth were gritted down. Little fangs gleamed in the setting sunlight.

"Hey! What's everyone staring at," Laxus asked, completely oblivious to the woman and ten steps ahead of the group. He walked back to them.

The girl's body leaned too hard against her crutch. Her entire form went toppling over until Laxus quickly snagged her from hitting the dirt. "What the hell?" he breathed when the hood the girl was wearing fell from her face.

After recovering from his initial shock, he tossed her girl like a sack over his shoulder. "We need to get her to a village quick. Looks like her leg's broke."

Instead of falling limply against Laxus's back, the girl seemed to come alive. She kicked with her one good leg and sunk her claws into Laxus's abdomen. They shred through the golden-brown fabric of his shirt, and his headphones fell to the dirt as she flailed.

"Let me go! Let me go!" the sudden wildcat howled as she writhed to get free of Laxus's hold. After kneeing him in the back, she was accidentally thrown to the ground. Her body landed with a painful thud, and an ear bursting wail of pain erupted from her pale pink lips.

Even as Laxus gripped the sides of his head, he snarled, "That's why you shouldn't be fighting me!" He got down on his knees to pull the woman's cloak away from her body.

Now that she cloak was opened, he sucked in a breath at the sight. The girl's clothes were just as brutalized as her cloak had been. From the amount of skin showing, the group noticed deep gashes along her chest. One claw mark ran from her breasts to her waistline. Crimson made a stream down her body. Whatever had gotten a hold of her definitely didn't want to let go.

"Leave me alone!" she hissed, trying to get up. "I have to find that thing. I don't need your help!" The young woman, who couldn't have been any older than Evergreen and Freed, fumbled around until she could reach the ground. With one hand she tried to bend her good leg to stand. It only wound up making tears of pain roll down her face.

Still, she was determined, and when she glared up at Bickslow with those big, green eyes, he felt something. Something like connection. He ignored the feeling and got down towards the girl. His babies followed him.

"S-Seith mage?" she breathed when she saw his totems flying around his head. "You can see souls…"

She was about to say more, but Bickslow raised the visor over his eyes. Using his Figure Eyes, he got his hands inside of her soul, and with a single word her entire body went limp. Still, that feeling of connection lingered. When he had been in control over her soul, it had hit him hard. For some reason, he felt like he knew this girl.

Still, he ignored it. "Is there a village anywhere on that map, Freed?"

The rune mage glanced towards the map that had gone forgotten in his tight grip. "Uh. Yeah. Well, no actually."

Laxus snapped, "Which one is it? Yes or no?"

"It's a resort. I believe we're close to Akane."

Laxus snatched the map up when Freed held it out to him. His sense of direction wasn't much better than anyone else's, but it was a thousand times more reliable than Freed's. He slapped his hand against the parchment. "Akane Resort it is."

Ah, I just love the idea of Freed having no sense of direction. I feel like it would make sense because he is always on top of everything else.

Oh! For those of you that have read my other stories, I want to know your opinions of how I interpret a younger Adamine. Good? Bad? Meh?

It's all up to you on how this story continues because although I would like to think of myself as the Fountain of Inspiration, I sadly am not.