Prologue

Cold. Home. The two words were one in the same for her, for she was raised in a frozen wasteland by her father, Glacona. She was raised for 8 years, since she was three before he left her. Disappeared. That was seven years ago. Seven years of training and wandering. Avoiding interaction with humans. Cascadia had no need for them. That is, she had no need for them until they began following her.

Cascadia began to sense a presence that was unfamiliar to her. The presence of people like her, but not like her. Wizards and humans, but not dragon slayers. She sensed a malevolence about them. It was clear she was being watched. Observed. Analyzed. This is was drove her to the decision to rejoin civilization. Join the species that abandoned her when she was three to fend for herself. However, she knew from the sheer numbers of her shadows that there was no way her magic power would hold up. Sure she could easily take them out, but how long before she ran out of magic energy?

She had heard of a guild in a town known as Magnolia, not too far from her cave. The guild had several people like her. One known as 'Salamander', another as the 'Iron Dragon'. She figured if she had to try her luck with people, other dragon slayers were her best option. So, she decided to head towards Fairy Tail.

Chapter 1

Crack. Cascadia whipped her head towards the direction of a twig breaking. She had reached the edge of the forest the bordered Magnolia. However, her unease had grown with every step. Call it a Dragon Slayer's intuition, but she knew she was being followed, and she had a sinking feeling why. She hoped she was wrong.

"You idiot, she's bound to have heard us." Cascadia heard a man hissing loudly in the bushes to her left. She crept up behind to see two men crouched behind the bushes.

Cascadia, put her hand behind her back, at the ready, before she spoke slowly, "Why have you been following me?"

One man, clearly the one who had just previously spoken stood up. He had dark brown hair that was wavy and messy, as though he had just woken up. He had light brown eyes that were narrowed, as though he were studying Cascadia. "Well, well, well. They were right in saying you have keen hearing. You shouldn't have been able to find us, even if that idiot was stepping on every twig in this forest."

"You haven't answered my question." Cascadia said testily, "You don't want to test me." She shook her head, pulling her long silver hair behind her back before readying to fire an ice talon. However, she stopped when she noticed a marking on the cheek of the man who had stood up behind the first. The marking was of some bird, perhaps an eagle, with a zigzagged line that ran through the wing of the bird. "What's that? Are you from some guild?"

The second man, one with long black hair tied in a ponytail responded, "We're from Broken Wing."

Now, Cascadia may have been secluded from society, but she knew most of the wizard guild names, and she had never heard of this one.

"I've never heard of it."

The first man sneered, "I doubt you would have, we dark guilds like to keep to the shadows."

Cascadia's heard nearly stopped. She had never heard of a dark guild, but it didn't sound too good.

"We work in what the government has deemed unconventional," the first man said, as though reading Cascadia's mind, "for instance, we've been hired to capture the Ice Princess, which is frowned upon."

"Brenden, you're talking too much," the man with long black hair interrupted.

"You're right, Nele," the man called Brenden agreed, "So let's make this quick."

Cascadia felt something snaking up her leg. She stiffened and looked down to see it was a vine. She looked at Brenden. Was he doing that? He was smiling calmly, but it wasn't a friendly smile. He must be a plant mage. Cascadia drew her dagger and slashed the vine, jumping backward before shouting, "Ice Dragon wing attack!" However, the main called Nele, jumped in front of it and blocked it with a wall of fire. Why isn't my ice getting through this wall? Cascadia thought in panic.

"My fire isn't ordinary fire." Nele said calmly, "This fire can break through most fire resistant walls as well as stone and ice. We were chosen for this mission because of our unique magic that would certainly take care of you, my dear."

He thrusted his palm forward and an arc of fire shot at Cascadia. She managed to jump out of the way, but just barely. The hair on her arms had still managed to get singed.

"Not bad," Nele nodded in approval, "Most aren't quick enough to dodge my flames. Proof of a Dragon Slayer's abilities, I suppose. But can you dodge successive flames?"

Cascadia managed to dodge the first couple but began to trip up after they kept coming. Literally. The roots of the trees were moving and catching her feet while vines continuously worked their way up to her chest. These roots weren't normal. She could tell that much. They were sucking away her energy and she knew she didn't have much longer before she completely ran out of magic energy.

"Ice Dragon roar!" Cascadia shouted, however a wall of flame hit her in her chest. She knew it wouldn't have worked anyway, though. Her magic energy had been drained just like that. How pathetic.

"You put up a good fight," Brenden said, kneeling next to Cascadia. She felt light headed and her head and chest throbbed, as though someone had hit her with a sledgehammer. A really hot sledgehammer.

Brenden gripped Cascadia's arm, "Even your skin is ice cold." He commented at he tried to pull her up. At that moment, however, something sent him and Nele flying backwards.

"Ice make lance."