Hello all! This is my first FanFiction. This first chapter is setting up our main character. Don't worry the characters we all know and love will be appearing in Chapter 2! Please enjoy and let me know what you think! (I don't own Fairy Tail.)

Summary

Restia is a refugee who has found herself in the land of Fiore. While she hides from her country, her family, and everything she knows, she comes into contact with Fair Tail. They teach her about the strength in Nakama and standing up for what she believes in. Can Fairy Tail help change her fate, or is she doomed to follow in the mistakes of her ancestors?

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. That belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Chapter 1

I sigh as I watch the two robust men pass their respective suitcases across the table. Both sets of body guards look as if they are having a flex off behind their respective bosses. I roll my eyes internally and flick my eyes around the room, a typical dock ware house with multiple bay doors and several points of entry and exit. I'm leaned up close to one of these doors concealed mostly by shadows though several of the buyers other cronies have noticed I'm there. I wasn't particularly trying to be sneaky just wasn't interested in flaunting my existence, especially around these idiots.

This buyer definitely was new to the game. Alastor had said he was a potential new client, but damn this guy seemed to not have a clue what he was doing. He focused way too much on the muscle and didn't focus nearly enough on magical power. There were a few men with small readings, but nothing major a little bit of fire magic, some basic earth magic, etc. There was one man that moved into the room though that caught my attention. He had a higher output of magical energy. I reach out to him with my mind catching that his magic has something to do with requipping. He glances my way sensing my magical energy, but continues towards his boss. He wrote me off. Big mistake. I smirk to myself.

I mean it's not exactly his fault. I'm a small hooded figure off to the side with little magical output. I feel the slight sear from the crystal pressed to my side. I have about half of it pressed against my skin the rest of the crystal wrapped in a magic sealing pocket in my black bodysuit. I needed to limit my power output, but the boss refused to go into deals blind so enforced that I always maintain some of my ability. Smart on his part, but agitating all the same. I prefer to be as under the radar as possible. Suddenly, I feel a tickle at the perimeter of my circle around the ware house.

Rune knights. I glance back at the requip mage that has now started murmuring to his boss. I appear at Alastor's side in a moment, "Time to go." I murmur. He nods and slinks back behind his hired muscle. I grab both suitcases. The client looks at me with alarm and protests.

Alastor looks back and chuckles, "Shouldn't have played me for a fool. I was so hoping for a new working relationship," he gives a small shrug, "Oh, well come Rea."

The round idiot starts spluttering and sweating, "What are you talking about?"

"The Rune Knights are here. Not that you don't already know that…" I murmur.

The requip mage jumps out in front of him seeing the gig is up and pulls a katana. He moves at me. In one swift motion I have tossed the two suitcases to another hired hand of Alastor and slip to the floor under his blade. I sweep my foot out under him, but he jumps back landing on the table. I yank out a set of my throwing knives and hit a few men heading around us to get to Alastor. I slowly back up realizing that we have 30 seconds before we're trapped in. Mr. Katana jumps at me realizing this at the same time. I pull out my two fighting knives parrying his advances slowly backing up.

"Rea!" I hear Alastor shout.

I roll my eyes. He doesn't need to shout at me I can hear his panicky thoughts just fine.

Mr. Katana raises his blade again and with his mid-section raised I send a pulse of energy out from my hands it moves as a shield out from me. It throws Mr. Katana back along with several other men that were closing in. I turn and flee to the trees surrounding the warehouse.

I sense the pursuit of the Rune Knights. I grab a hold of Alastor's shoulders when I come up behind him. "Grab on," I snarl at the other mercenaries there with us. We dissipate with five seconds to spare. I catch a glimpse of Mr. Katana just before we vanish. I leave him with a smirk.

Our group of seven appears twenty miles away. Alastor hands the newly hired mercenaries the suitcase of money, they give a small nod, and we head our separate directions.

When I no longer feel their lingering consciousness, I teleport the two of us again sighing with relief that it was only two people this time. We appear in Alastor's office. I move to the other side of the desk while he moves to sit.

"Losing our touch are we?" Alastor asks.

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Make you nervous did I?"

He snarls, "Cleaner getaway next time or our deals done." I groan, but hold out my hand waiting for payment. He hands the slip over to me, but pulls back at the last minute, "Wouldn't want the ships to end up captured by the Peorian Navy would we?"

I push the hood of my cloak back revealing my auburn hair and stormy gray eyes flecked with violet. I stare at him hard, "Are you threatening me?"

He holds my gaze, "Just informing you of the risks we both are taking here. A thank you would be nice."

I sneer at him and yank the slip away, "Thanks." I storm out without waiting to be dismissed.

I stalk past the usual glares and familiar muscle that Alastor normally has lurking around his place. They didn't like me which was fine with me because I despised them. I hated everything about this place, but I needed them.

I continued my angry rush to the docks of Hargeon. It was now past midnight, but only barely. I glanced up and thanked the stars (or more accurately thanked the lack of stars) for the cloudy night. I glanced down at the slip again and made my way to the dock number listed.

I pushed more of the crystal into its pouch, so I could expand my radius. I sensed a large wave of nervous titters from the dock I was headed towards. I found the ship which was a large cargo ship. Most of their goods would be unloaded in the morning, so most of the groggy sailors headed to the inns nearby. I waited for them to pass before appearing fully hooded to the captain. I handed my slip, he nodded, before making his own way to the tavern. This wasn't his first rodeo.

I slipped the planks hidden by the piles of shipping supplies to a smaller door hidden by a porthole on the side of the ship. I wrenched the door open and looked inside. I see dozens of eyes in the darkness looking back at me some wary, but most downright horrified. I raise up one hand and gesture for them to follow me, "It's okay, I'm with the Peorian Dissidents." Hesitantly, the crowded room shuffles into what little light there is. My heart breaks at their condition, but I help them onto the deck. There are a few elderly people, but a majority is young women and children. A few teenage boys as well who glare at me openly untrusting as they pass me. I size up the group of thirty to forty people on the dock. "I know you've had a long journey here. Tonight will be hard. We have ten miles into the forest before we find food and lodging for the day. From there, you'll be provided with everything you need to start over here in Fiore. Please follow me and be quiet."

We shuffled slowly and quietly from the docks towards the edge of town. I was rigid, desperately reaching out with my mind to see if we caught the presence of anyone, but thankfully no one is about tonight. As we head into the cover of the forest, I imperceptibly relax. I motion the group to continue forward and survey our small company. Seeing the stragglers, I grab a hold of the few teenage boys and drag them to the back. In one smooth motion, I remove my hooded cape and drape it around the most fragile old lady I had ever seen. Ignoring the intake of breath and the hurried thoughts of my appearance, I yank the oldest boy over to the lady and murmur, "Help her." I eye the other few and motion for them to follow suit. They look at me slightly stunned, but nod and make their way to the others struggling.

I re-adjust my swords on my back, so the blade handles are sticking up above my shoulders. I reach down and grab a small boy and girl placing them each on a shoulder. They both relax back leaning on the blade handles. I then lengthen my stride and head the group deeper into the forest.

~Elsewhere in Fiore~

Lahar strode in to the makeshift headquarters that the Rune Knights had set up with Doran Bolt on his heels. "What happened?" He demanded. The plan was perfect. They surrounded where Alastor was meeting their mock client and had more than enough men. Plus, they even added a specialist in case Alastor brought in a heavy hitter. He glanced at Taka their requip mage waiting for an answer.

Taka stepped forward, "They had a mage."

Doran Bolt, still newer to his active roll, butts in, "A single mage? Isn't that what you were there for?"

Lahar holds up a hand silencing Doran Bolt and motions for Taka to continue. Taka clears his throat, "There was hardly any magic energy coming from 'em. I moved in one minute before the main forces just like we planned, protect the decoy, and retrieve the gems for analysis. We didn't get anything valuable from the exchange with Alastor either." He motions to their sweaty decoy gangster who was now sitting in a chair shaking from the over-excitement he had just endured. "Then the hooded mage appeared, and within a few words Alastor and the team were halfway to the door. Not to mention this mage grabbed both briefcases…" He murmured the last part hurriedly. At the increasingly murderous waves roll off of Doran Bolt, he hurried to finish his report, "I crossed blades with the mage. He didn't use any magic but severely wounded two others during the escape. Then, he blasted us with a wave of magical energy. I've never felt anything like it. All in all, we woulda been fine, we converged on their location, but they disappeared."

Doran Bolt was now intrigued by this mysterious magic, but still slightly irritable, "Magical energy? What do you mean disappeared?"

Taka shook his head eyes glazing over as he remembered the moment more clearly, "I'd say gravity magic would be most similar, but that's not quite right… And disappeared, as in, poof, gone. Sorta like your direct line." He motions to Doran Bolt with the last part.

Lahar thanked him for his report and turned on Doran Bolt, "We need to work on your people skills," Doran Bolt scoffed as Lahar continued, "It can't be your direct line magic, you give out too much magical energy for Taka to write them off like that."

Doran Bolt nods, "Some sort of inhibitor? Maybe they removed it when they needed to teleport."

Lahar nods, "I think I'm gonna go re-case the scene. As for you, send this request to a few guilds. I want you to deliver it yourself. If Alastor truly has a mage on his side, we could use some help."

Doran Bolt looks at him hesitantly, "A mage of this caliber is gonna need a strong group to succeed. I think I'll head to Fairy Tail first…" Lahar stiffens and turns on him, but Doran Bolt pushes through, "After the Lullaby incident, they showed they can handle themselves."

Lahar scoffs, "Yeah while destroying everything else in their path."

Doran Bolt nods and smirks, "So if they take out Alastor's warehouse at the same time, what do we lose?"

Lahar is shocked for a moment, but then nods after considering, "Slightly devious, but I approve. Go to Fairy Tail and request the team that took down Lullaby."