Hello everybody and welcome to my first ever Fairy Tail story. Note: this story takes place after the Nirvana story arc (and that's where I last watched up to as well). I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Criticism reviews (if any) are allowed. Have a nice morning/evening/night!
Chapter 1: Slayer Slain
Oshibana Town
Another tranquil night has set upon Oshibana. Ever since the Eisenwald incident at the train station, everything has been relaxing on the residents. But that was about to change as a cloaked figure wandered the streets as if looking for something or someone.
A famous tavern, The Wild Goblet, sat near the outskirts of the town. And judging by the noise, they were celebrating. A young man around his mid-twenties, shaggy shoulder length brown hair, wearing a blood red parka jacket, thin blue jeans and black combat boots, stumbled out of the tavern. A pair of glasses sat perfectly over his glassy and bloodshot sea-green eyes. He waved goodbye to whoever else was in there before staggering into the rather unusually empty street.
The man stumbled around until he reached a two story Victorian style house. He knocked on the door before a little girl answered the door. The girl was around ten or eleven, short black hair, teal eyes and she was wearing a nightgown.
"Uncle Foster!" The little girl screamed in excitement before running up and hugging him.
"Hey there, Cecelia." Foster slurred happily as an older woman came into the doorway. This woman was somewhere in her late twenties to early thirties, long thick brown hair, blue eyes. She was wearing a blue sheath dress and black high heels.
"Zuri." Foster stammered as Zuri shook her head and motioned him inside.
Inside, hundreds of family portraits of every generation hung on the walls, dating back nearly two hundred years. Foster followed Zuri and Cecilia into the living room where he and Cecilia sat as he told her stories of his adventures as Zuri went into the kitchen to fix him something to drink.
"Cecelia, time for bed." Zuri called out from the kitchen.
"Awww, but mama!" Cecilia protested.
"Now, now don't give your mother any hard time. I'll tell you what, I'll bring back a souvenir back from my trip." Foster slurred as Cecilia smiled brightly and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you Uncle Foster!" Cecilia cried out in excitement before rushing off out of the room and up the stairs to her room.
"You know, you're not her real uncle right?" Zuri reminded him as she re-emerged from the kitchen, holding two cups filled with herb tea on a tray.
"I know, but I've been in her life since she was a baby. And I promised Ivar that I watch over her."
Zuri froze in place. Hearing that name brought back distant memories. Even though it was years ago, it felt just like it was yesterday to her. Tears started to swell up in her eyes as a single tear escaped.
"He was very exceptional man and a excellent Mage. I know he loved you very much." Foster continued.
"I know..." Zuri's voice cracked. "I heard your going on a S-ranked mission. But I still don't understand why you drink before a mission." Zuri changed the subject as she turned to find Foster chugging a bottle of rum he pulled from almost nowhere.
"YOU'RE DRINKING AGAIN!" Zuri shouted in surprise, only making Foster chuckle. "Honestly, alcohol is going to be the death of you." She groaned.
"That be a hell of a way to go!" Foster joked, giving Zuri a toothy grin. Zuri chuckled slightly at his joke before she sipped her herb tea.
"I think it's time for me to get home I suppose." Foster stumbled, taking another swig of the bottle of alcohol.
"Yeah, you be safe." Zuri instructed before helping him to his feet and guiding him to the door. Foster stumbled out the door and headed towards the countryside. Foster slowly stumbled towards his destination, almost unaware he is being followed.
"Hello?" He called out, noticing the presence of somebody else with him.
Foster surveyed the scene around him, trying to find anything out of the ordinary but found nothing.
"Must be my imagination..." he slurred before continuing on his way.
Before he could take two steps, a cloaked figure suddenly appeared behind him. Foster whipped around and braced himself as a magical spell slammed into him, sending him skidding across the road a few feet but somehow kept his balance.
"I knew someone was following me. Whatcha doin' attacking a poor defenseless fellow eh?" The man barely managed to say in his intoxicated state.
The hooded figure thrusted their arm out as a sword appeared into their hand. The sword was approximately five and a half feet long, the hilt was constructed to resemble dragon claws, and it had a deadly elegant dazzle to its appearance.
Caster Magic, at least I know what kind of mage I'm dealing with. Foster thought before the cloaked figure rushed at him at full speed. But before the sword could skewer him, a red mist substance surrounded Foster, absorbing the hooded figure's attack.
The red mist disbursed from around Foster as more surrounded his hands and feet. The cloaked figure charged again and swung widely but Foster dodged every attack with ease.
The cloaked figure swung their sword only to be caught in Foster's hand and snapped apart by his bare hand. "You are a formidable opponent indeed. But you lack any skills." Foster explained before the hooded figure thrusted their arm upwards as shadows began to twist and ripple before shadow chains shot out and smacked into Foster's chest, sending him flying back from the attack.
Shadow magic? But how? Foster questioned to himself before picking himself off the ground and red mist emitted around his hands, forming into what looked like whips.
Both of them stood their ground, neither of them backing down but Foster looked a bit tired from using this amount of his magic abilities. More shadow chains appeared at the figure's feet before being shot right at Foster.
Foster blocked the cloaked figure's attack before he swung his whips at more incoming shadow chains. Before more of them could come at Foster, he jumped up and twisted his whips straight at his attacker, making direct contact.
The force of the blow sent the hooded figure sliding back but they kept their balance. Foster went in for another attack, making another direct contact with the figure again before wrapping his whips around the figure's legs and tossed them into the air before forcefully bringing them back down to the ground.
The force of the impact caused a small crater to form. Foster's whips disbursed as the cloaked figure stood back up as if his attack had no effect on them. What in the hell is this guy? Foster thought before the shadows surrounding them started to swirl and bend to the cloaked figure's will.
Before Foster could make a move, shadow spikes shot out and skewered him in multiple places. Instead of feeling the effects, Foster began to dissolve into red mist. Several rooftops away, the real Foster barely stood.
"This is bad, I've almost used all my magic to create that decoy. I don't know how much more I can take. I guess I should cut my losses and find a way outta here." Foster told himself before the hooded figure suddenly appeared behind him.
How'd he find me that fast?! Foster thought before his attacker formed a triangle with their hands as a beam of bright light shot out and hit Foster, causing him to fall off the roof and land in a cart full of hay.
Foster coughed up a bit of blood as his vision was beginning to fuzz. That was Solar Magic, who in the hell is this person?
The figure landed on the ground and slowly made their way to where Foster laid. I have no choice now... Foster thought before pulling out a bottle with a dark red liquid substance. Foster popped the lid open and downed the substance.
The atmosphere seemed to shift as the wind picked up out of nowhere. Foster's teeth became much more sharper as his muscle tone began to grow double the size.
"NOW FACE THE BLOOD DRAGON SLAYER!" Foster bellowed.
"Blood dragon's roar!" He exclaimed before he cuffed his hands together and blew into them, causing blood mist to spew out at a rapid rate. The hooded figure just stood there as Foster's attack approached before they vanished in thin air at the last second.
The roar seemed to deviate everything in its path but failed to hit its target as the cloaked figure reappeared behind Foster.
"Blood dragon iron fist!" Foster yelled as he slammed his fists together as blood began emitting from his fist and charged towards the hooded figure.
But before Foster could land a blow, the cloaked figure cuffed their hands in a similar fashion and blew as diamonds shot out at tremendous trajectory. The diamonds sliced up most of Foster's flesh as some of them stuck in his skin.
"That's Dragon Slayer magic, how do you possess so many abilities? Tell me!" Foster demanded.
Instead of answering his question, the hooded figure vanished in an instant before reappearing behind him once again, hands glowing in an ominous dark purple aura. Before Foster could retaliate, the cloaked figure touched his temples, causing him to tense up immediately and immobilize him.
"Wha...what are you doing?!" Foster cried out before the hands pressed harder on his skull and the light brightened intensely. Foster let out an agonizing scream in the night sky before everything went quiet.