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The assault kicked off with a fun boom. The other side had caught the council's army off guard at a tremendously opportune moment, managing to impale the flying war ship with a magical bomb the shape of a giant cylinder. A ship that carried millions of soldiers – all willing to sacrifice their lives—gradually burned. Despite the lives they held, they were regarded as another statistic- death was a common occurrence in the skies. Of course, deaths were always considered crutches in war: they were necessary but tended to restrain solutions. A treaty would have ended the war with the dark guilds easily, but pride could never allow that. Millions of soldiers would come to their end at the selfish fingers of pride. Heart-wrenching screams of terror and shock would continue to fill the air; nevertheless, people on other ships would continue to guiltily cover their ears—ignorance would continue to be bliss.

The loss of life all added on to the tension that molded itself like clay in the atmosphere- the tension that clouded her throat and lungs as if it had the ability to turn into cotton. This one girl was nothing like the other soldiers on the ill-fated ship: she was a female and, unlike the rest, she had no home to return to. Here, she got paid for doing nothing, besides arming the now-burned canon; however, even though she would easily claim to not care, at this moment she was found running like a maniac in hopes of saving as many lives as possible. These people were honest and deserved a chance; after all, they were simply human.

This eccentric young lady was Ciara Winston. A quiet, yet mesmerizing girl who no doubt held potential; potential that was palpable in the gleam of her violet eyes; potential that was deemed impossible by many, yet embraced by those with kindness in their beating hearts. The other soldiers had no idea where she came from nor why she joined the army. Skilled at arming a canon, it was hard to see what she was made of; despite this, the others saw a young lady who could've excelled elsewhere. These traits were seen through her attitude and amicable nature, but above all, those insane tendencies. And soon, only guided by that raging insane impulse, the nineteen-year old tossed one booted leg over the decomposing railing of the trembling ship. In two seconds, her entire body was an inch from plummeting towards the ground at a heart-racing speed. Falling seemed better than burning to death. She managed to chuckle nervously, despite the fumes that were beginning to intoxicate her.

"One."

Her heart raced faster, as her blood flowed with more vigor and vivacity, at least Ciara knew she was alive now.

"Two."

Now, the raven-haired teen was laughing at her craziness- was this a good idea? The flames smoked licked her nostrils as the last word left her lips:

"Three!"

It was beautiful how her entire stomach rushed up to meet her mouth as the air brushed her harshly. Her sharp senses left her as the body rapidly began to shut down—a defense against the pain of the blow. Magnificent were her thoughts: she could now ignore the smell of burning wood, the moans and screams, and the terrible dust that had once clouded her vision. Instead, her vision was now filled by the never-ending gentle azure of the sky. As if death had already gripped her, she felt, heard, and tasted nothing. No longer did the burning sensation of the smoke dance around in her raw throat—she was free from a world of war, free from the metallic smell of blood, and free from the gut-wrenching screams.

Then a sound was heard from underneath her: a loud rumble. And much to her surprise, the blow was softer than expected. Was she dead? No—no, she should've died before the blow. Her senses came to her as the realization left her strangely relieved. Soon, the world became much more clear as frantic running and screaming hit her ears. Her old friend, smoke, reached into her stomach; he turned it over and over until she was left dry-heaving. With tears in her eyes, the smoggy environment became clear. She had landed on a nearby ship, clearly explaining why she had not suffered any severe injuries, but only mild back aches from the fall. The prolonged exposure to the smoke; however, proved to be her biggest enemy. Desperately scanning the area, she located her old ship above her current location—an enemy ship. With all the debris falling, the enemy soldiers found themselves much more occupied than to notice a teenage girl falling from the sky—luckily, she went unnoticed. The debris was creating a ruckus, it was the last stand her comrades would take, as the ship fought back in revenge.

Struggling to her feet, she decided to crawl away. A door revealed a pathway in the metallic warship, the hallways were dark and ominous. Filled with shadows, her heart pounded nervously—something about the darkness always left her in distress. With a clenched fist, Ciara leaned on the cold wall, gradually standing with her trembling pale legs. Whether it was the eerie hallway or her recent life-or-death situation, she shivered and trembled, like a small child after taking a plunge in a cold lake. Slowly, she managed to quietly—and barely—walk through the isolated area. All the soldiers seemed to be preoccupied by the incoming comets of debris from her old ship; nevertheless, every couple of minutes, she could feel the impacts of the large chunks of metal as they pounded onto the other large ship. Sometimes the yells would resonate down the hallway as melted metal burned a soldier or someone fell off from the impact.

A door stood out to the side of the hallway, seemingly luxurious with a large golden handle, she attempted to open it with all the force her tired body could muster. The bodily exertion sent her into a coughing fit as she wheezed and winced from the smoke's effect. Praying that no one heard that, she pushed against the door with her body weight, hoping the pressure would force it open. After ten minutes of wheezing and crying, the door finally busted open. Inside stood a luxurious room filled with book and jewels, all of them lethargically tossed about. The majestic wooden shelves that lined the room beautifully would work as great cover; they could easily conceal her as she gained her strength back. Hiding behind a shelf in the middle of the large room, Ciara slumped to the ground with a groan. The smoke was still stalking her; however, it was not as powerful as before, for once, amid the war, she could take a deep breath. For the first time, ironically on an enemy's ship, she felt tranquility overcome her muscles as her ebony hair mixed with the shelf behind her.

"Ciara!" A deep male voice whispered. Startled, her moment of serenity exploded before her very eyes; like a cat, she quickly leaped up, taking cover from the tall male figure that stood before her. Shielded in the darkness, his angular face was hidden from her view. Ciara's heart palpitated furiously as he cautiously trotted forward. The tall figure knew she was terrified as he slowly walked up to her as if she were a wild animal. "Why are you here?"

She just barely managed to stop a relieved smile from forming on her delicate face as the voice became familiar—Al! His face became visible as his kind baby-blue eyes vigorously swelled with worry at her injured appearance. "Ciara," he exclaimed," what happened?" He rushed forward noticing the small scratches on her porcelain skin, his face filled with distress. They were quite the pair, for where Ciara lacked, Al made up for it with his persuasion. No wonder being a spy had been the perfect job for him, but still it worried her, what if her recklessness had just blown his cover? The one person who had showed her unconditional positive regard- what if she had just ruined his chance for survival? Al, the blond idiotic boy with the baby-blue eyes, could've been killed because of her foolishness; yet, he was beyond powerful. His power over what people could see and couldn't see, Illusion Magic, made him one of the most powerful wizards she had ever met. His trickery and ability to manipulate minds easily left his enemies trembling as their worst fears came to life.

A worried purr escaped his thinly-pink lips," Ciara, talk to me."

An exaggerated sigh escaped her lips," Let's get out of here first, Al." By the expression on his face, her request would be hard. "There's a girl I met Ciara, she's in trouble."

"This girl probably made an impression on you, huh?"

Al suddenly stared into her violet irises with his baby-blue pools, which were filled with a foreign aspect of resent and regret," The guild master took her, he's probably going to kill her—she knows who I am."

"Well, you can be pretty persuasive at times," Ciara countered, clearly annoyed by this girl already. It wasn't jealousy but a sense of worry. Love can easily destroy a person, and she would hate for Al to suffer. But the look of pain on his countenance begged her to ask," How can I help her?"

"She's a God-Slayer, Ciara, you could help her-," he was cut off by her immediately.

"Are you serious," Ciara muttered," she's a God-Slayer and you want me to help her?"

Nope, she was getting off this ship at this instance. God-slayer's and she just didn't mix well, the damn arrogance they carried on their shoulders, why it made her ashamed! Ashamed to even be breathing the same air as them. Ciara vigorously shot a disapproving gaze over at Al, one he gladly returned. "You're so sensitive, come one, you're one-"

Ciara viciously clamped her hand on his spluttering mouth before the artful boy released those words out - those words felt like poison being injected into her blood stream. That's when an ear-piercing scream broke out and burst through the halls; immediately, Al's blue-eyes were filled with dread and melancholy. She was wrapped in guilt like a Christmas present, once more, she was susceptible to her emotions and his blue eyes. "I'll help her," she agreed.

Ciara swallowed a lump down her esophagus as guilt finally caused her to act. She mentally flipped a coin, as her trembling hand left his wet mouth and her entire furious body stepped towards where the sound had come from involuntarily," You'll come help, right?"

Al nodded softly before responding, the man seemed to understand her worry, " I would never leave you alone in battle. "

But the answer never reached Ciara's sharp ears; the mysterious nineteen-year old had shot off like a bullet down the hall. And before long, she had angrily burst through a grand mahogany door. The scene was exactly as the short woman had expected: a girl, around her age, was trying her best to not burst out in tears as she viciously bit her lips. Before her stood a large man with a stern face and a whip in his right hand. Blood dripped from her nostrils before her eyes had the chance to locate Ciara.

"So, you enjoy torturing woman and children?"The curvaceous girl snarled out angrily and as if noticing the girl with the violent aura for the first time, the guild master faced her with an accomplished look on his wrinkling face," It's none of your damn business." Dark hair covered his head and a large nose stood out as a prominent feature.

Ciara recognized him immediately, this guy was the son of Fairy Tail's guild master Makarov. "Ivan, oh mighty Ivan," the girl's pearly white teeth filled up her curved mouth as she smugly smiled," the leader of Raven Tail, didn't that one dragon-slayer beat you and your members up?"

The silver-headed girl was violently thrown to the floor in response to her little comment; to her shock, the girl quickly crawled off like a mouse to the young trembling child that was now full-out sobbing. The poor sound distressed Ciara to even larger extremes; this man obviously had no heart. The blood oozed off the child's forehead and he regarded it with pride.

Quickly the man lurched forward, and finally the moment had come. Ciara stood waiting, the room growing darker by the second, and finally as her cheeks puffed out to their physical extremes, she literally bellowed," Shadow God's Bellow!"

Ivan had no idea what he was in for, this strange yet mesmerizing girl with violet eyes was the slayer of the shadow god.The one and only shadow god slayer.

And in a sudden heart-racing tense moment, a black cloud erupted from her lips. Everything seemed to stabilize itself as her element quickly filled the area like water being poured into a bucket. But not for Ivan, the broad man with the shimmering armor was tossed backwards as the shadows fully-impacted him. Ciara heard him growl like an animal, but this adrenaline-filled girl didn't care - in fact, she followed up by boasting with a tone of arrogance, quite out of character, "In case you haven't noticed, I have the power to destroy gods, and, you, sir, are scum!"

"S-stop, he'll beat you up." A soft, timid voice arose from her distorted surroundings-since her animalistic instincts had kicked in, Ivan had become her only clear focus. Still the voice tugged and slapped at her to the point where she stupidly turned away and faced the other God-Slayer. The other girl had messy short silver hair that seemed to glow. Ciara noticed she was skinny and incredibly fit with small angelic features that made up her fair-skinned face. However, her eyes glowed like a demon's as a reptilian red color filled her irises. The color easily sent shivers down Ciara's spine. This teenage girl, a member of Raven Tail, was an interesting character. Her face was pure and angelic—all she needed were the wings. She radiated brightness and light.

Ciara, on the other hand, was dark. Ciara had ebony hair, curled like a princess, that seemed to blend in with the shadows. She was a white canvas that had been splashed with dark shades of violet and then dipped in a jar of midnight-ebony paint. She radiated mystery and a type of elegance that made her unapproachable. For where the girl had girlish curves, Ciara had womanly curves. Her face, though small and attractive, was much more mature than the silver-haired girl's-her face was sharp with firmly made lips and angular cheekbones that gave her a royal aura. And somehow, Ciara wondered if the other girl's element caused her to seem girlish and sweet, because through her arrogant posture, Ciara was sure she wasn't.

Perhaps, she numbly decided before forcefully releasing a ball of shadows towards Ivan and grabbing the girl's clammy hand forcefully," Come on! We're leaving this train wreck!"

The other girl simply trailed behind with no protest to be brought upon, and every so often the other god-slayer would trip on her own uncontrollable feet. She followed, carrying the small child, as Ivan's screams were heard in the back. He was struggling to get out and would soon succeed. The only option left was to escape as soon as possible.

"Ciara! Katrina!"

Being focused solely on her absurd thoughts, Ciara twisted around like a lunatic. Luckily, she realized the person in front of her was Al, or else, she would've impulsively buried him alive in shadows. Her heart was beating ridiculously fast, and, by the look on Al's pixie-like face, he hadn't found a way to escape. That worried her as the child continued to fall in and out of consciousness. "Katrina, keep him warm."

At this moment, only one thing mattered: Getting off the ship. "Al, keep Ivan in an illusion, we need to find a lifeboat!"

"Will do," he smirked as he stayed behind casting his magic. Ciara knew he would come back to them, there was no need to worry. Locating a lifeboat was the problem: Katrina and the child hid as Ciara checked every nook for the lifeboat. The metallic ship was still in distress, no one had even noticed her battle with Ivan. She knew it wouldn't take long before they did though. Quickly, she desperately searched around in despair. Soldiers laid dead all over the deck, her ship was still in the process of destruction—with an engine still working, it desperately tried to stay in the air.

In a moment of luck, she found the lifeboat at the back of the boat. It was a small wooden rowboat with enough room to hold all four of them. The tension was immediately released from her chest, but more problems arose in a matter of seconds. Behind her, Katrina shrieked loudly and in obvious pain. As soon as Ciara turned around, her body an inch from being completely engulfed by shadows, a pain entered and penetrated her right temple harshly. Al was thrown in front of her crumbling body; with numbed senses, she could barely make out the hole in his chest. Yet, tears still swelled in her eyes as she pulled herself towards him. "Al," she whispered sobbing.

There was no way to escape the sorrow she felt, because no matter how hard she tried, moving her limbs was impossible. Ciara was sure her body was now a heap of limp limbs that were no longer functional. She was terrified as she felt Al's cold lifeless skin. This fear that filled her increased as her eyes involuntarily closed and all that remained was silence and darkness. Darkness was practically her element, so she had no need to fear; but this was different, these weren't shadows. The darkness that embraced her could cause any person to suddenly panic as their worst fears were suddenly lived and terrible memories were brought to the surface. Soon, the vivacious girl fell into a dark abyss of nothingness.

Happiness was all she could consume with her hungry ears. Her ears were starving for some type of mental stimulation, anything that could excite her and awaken her from this dark abyss. A dark abyss? Ciara soon realized she had to awaken. And with every nerve and cell in her aching body working against the forces of nature that had caused this paralyzing atrocity, her violet eyes fluttered like two butterflies.

Her hands immediately shot up as they stretched, as did her stiff bare legs. Had they been bare last night?

Last night, there had been no last night!

That was unfortunately correct because now she remembered Al's death. An agonizing sadness took over her as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't even care enough to wonder where she was, nor how she had gotten here. All she could think about was Al's gory death and Katrina's whereabouts.

Looking around, the girl saw a window with the blinding sun shining through. There were beds scattered all over the place, and the room was filled with warmth and first-aid packets. She was in an infirmary—she didn't deserve this, she should've saved Al.

As the nagging guilt continued, the bandaged girl leaned back on the baby-soft pillow, attempting to calm her tears. She only sobbed harder, her vision blinded by the salty water. She could only recall the hole in his chest, the lifeless look in his eyes, and the coldness of his skin. There was so much blood, Al did not deserve that—she sobbed harder.

Up on the ceiling, was a symbol that made the bright room less affable. The symbol was of Fiore's ex-top guild; a guild that had been so obsessed with being number one, the master had been willing to kill 'weak' members! Rumors said they had a new leader, who was much better and more understanding, but rumors were never true.

The symbol on the ceiling represented one extinct animal: A saber tooth tiger. She was in a guild, and out of all of them, Sabertooth.

"How did I get into Sabertooth?" Her head pounded as she questioned out-loud.

A male voice responded smoothly and confidently," I honestly have no idea."

The flabbergasted girl scrambled up onto her palms as an outraged look etched across every feature of her visage. And immediately her mind recognized the two guys who stood at the door.

One of them had blonde spiky hair and blue reptilian eyes. His skin was lightly tanned and his look smug. What is he wearing? What type of guy wore a crop top with suspenders and - what was that- cowboy pants? The fur made him seem more preposterous, but it left no doubt that this guy loved having the spotlight on him. She easily remembered him from the games: Sting Eucliffe, the White Dragon Slayer.

And next to him stood the quieter Rogue Cheney; Ciara was aware of his shadow powers, he was powerful. To add on, his red, reptilian eyes and his fair skin contrasted greatly with the dark mid-curtain bang that fell perfectly across his handsome face, he was mysterious and mesmerizing.

But what unnerved her the most was the mere fact that she had no idea how she got here. The outraging fact just made her feel an insufferable feeling—her best friend had just been murdered! She deserved answers. Impulsively, in response to her emotions Ciara stood. Both dragon-slayers blushed a bright-red. Ciara didn't understand why until her violet eyes met her own in the dirt-covered mirror.

A horrified gasp escaped her now-pink lips, the only thing left on her body was her simple black underwear and a lacy black bra. This was going to end in a terrible, insufferable way, she solemnly concluded, as Sting chuckled and Rogue's lip curved into a smirk which was quickly morphed into a disapproving frown as violet met red.

This time, the god-slayer tried a more psychotic approach," Why am I in this guild?"

Sting shrugged, an amused glint snaking its way into his dark blue eyes," Why-"

Rogue stepped in looking bored, as he lethargically put the answer out there as if this were a game of poker," Sting, be more mature if you plan on being the guild master. And you, girl, have been assigned to Sabertooth by the Magic Council." Sting nodded in agreement. On the other hand, Ciara stared at them confused, wiping her puffy face.

"W-what?" They couldn't be serious, but if they were - Ciara knew this would end badly.

Ok so this was my fanfiction, And no, I don't own Fairy Tail but the OC's are mine, I guess. Also thanks for reading, I don't know if it was good or not I just think writing it was pretty fun. Lol, so thanks for reading, and sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, I'm not the best writer. Hope you all enjoyed!