A/N: Basically Silver Strikers' characters were the absolute worst to write. I mean some were alright, but others were just a nightmare to deal with. Sorry to all those that submitted OCs. I was really eager to write the plot of it too, but unfortunately, that didn't happen. Perhaps I'll restart it, after this story. But I tend to write darker fic a lot better than your normal OC stories, so without further ado, here's my new Fairy Tail fic!

I don't own anything except for my OCs and my "evolved" magic.

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The trickling of the stream was the only natural sound in the barren wasteland of what used to be a thriving city.

A bonfire burned brightly as a man stood before it, his finger pointing straight at the fire. "Hey, the fire's ready," he called gruffly and several people shuffled out from some of the poorly constructed tents. "Did you get'em good?"

A woman stepped forwards, her plump, red cheeks glistening from the flame. In her hands were several cans of food, meat and vegetables alike. "We managed to snag a cart more than this, sir," she spoke almost breathlessly, and the man grunted, grabbing the cans from her arms. The woman retreated, bowing respectfully.

"Now," the man spoke, and his voice projected from over the gaggle of people. "Today is an important day, since tomorrow is the raid!"

Cheers erupted from several people in the audience, but they were quickly shushed when the man opened his mouth and raised his hand again. "This is why we prosper! We are strong together, and no one can break us if our bonds are tight! Now, in this world, it is kill or be killed! Which side are you on?!"

The fire crackled ominously and seemingly rose with the man's movements as he stirred the crowd to yell and call loudly:

"We will kill!"
"We will kill!"
"We won't be the killed!"

Only two people flinched from the coarse shouting and bent their heads to stare at the gravelly floor. They both looked similar to each other, obvious siblings. One male and one female.

"Ada, c'mere, it'll be over soon," the male whispered and gestured towards himself. The girl scrambled to her feet, and with trusting, gold-colored eyes, sat next to her older brother, leaning into him. "I can't believe we haven't run yet, huh?"

"I wonder why, too," Ada murmured, before patting her brother's leg. "But we can't have everything in life, Azel."

Azel stifled a bark of laughter behind a hand, but his smile was unmistakable. Adjusting the hood of his purple jacket, he whispered, "Sometimes feels like you're the older sibling."

"Because you get distracted easily," she snorted. The crowd was settling down now, and the cans of food that they got from almost destroying another camp was being passed around. That was the lifestyle the siblings had led in order to survive. Ada turned to stare at the plump woman that had approached the leader from before. She had several cans stuffed in her hands and showed no signs of sharing.

The girl leaned over and tapped the woman on the shoulder. She jerked her face towards Ada, eyes sharp with hostility, but the hostility faded into softness once seeing Ada's wide, innocent eyes.

"Ma'am, are you going to share the food? Me and my brother are starving…" The little conniving girl managed to snag two cans from the charmed woman, but to their displeasure, the chubby-cheeked lady turned her rotund body towards them and began chatting with them, canned tomatoes squishing about in her mouth as she spoke.

"The raid is going to be so exciting tomorrow, you know, I think the Leader said you'll be up, first row!" She exclaimed and clasped her hands together, eyes staring directly at Azel. His eyebrows, for just a moment, creased, before smoothing back to its original emotionless straightness. "Isn't just amazing to be granted that kind of position by the Leader? He is so fantastic, a God, almost! Don't you think?"

She waited for their reply, but both pairs of gold eyes narrowed. The cans beside them remained unopened, and before long, someone else had snatched them.

The gross smile on her face began to wane, but before it could completely fall, Azel murmured, "I suppose he is something like that to you," and her smile returned full-force. Greasily, her red-lipped mouth wouldn't stop blabbering on, but the two siblings soon tuned her out. The brother surreptitiously snuck the cans into his tattered coat, nervously glancing about. No one had noticed and he let out a small puff of a sigh.

"I guess they all think that since Elemental mages are rare these days," Ada murmured and stared at her hands. "Remember when Dad used to talk about the Dragons?"

Azel closed his eyes and patted his sister on the head. "They're more than just legends now. Dragons and Guilds are just fairy tales."

"Fairy Tail?" A soft voice piped from beside them. Ada jumped up with a squeak, before turning to see a young woman, almost sickly pale, with a curious smile on her face. "The guild?"

Her eyes were the color of new fallen snow.

"No, we were...talking about...like, the stories, fairy tales," Azel stammered, his heart hammering in his chest. How many people could've heard them, if this lady managed to hear them?

"Ah." She looked vaguely disappointed. She tilted her head down, supposedly looking at her lap. Brown curls fell into her face, but when she looked back up, she looked almost happy. "My father used to tell me about Fairy Tail."

"Was it a famous Guild?" Ada asked, her eyes glittering with curiosity. She leaned forward, drinking in the lady's features. She looked young, perhaps a little older than Azel, but years didn't matter anymore to them.

"It was a rambunctious guild, for sure. Full of laughter and fun times, he said. They were all friends and no matter what, they stuck together. That kind of humanity, you don't really see it nowadays," she whispered, blinking slowly. Azel's skin crawled when he glanced at her eyes again: white, with the black for the pupil and the barest line of black to separate the sclera from the iris.

"Sounds like fun..." Ada wistfully sighed and leaned her back against her brother. "It's too bad that the Magic Council is gone...I want a Guild to belong in..."

Snapping out of his dazed mode, Azel shook his sister, a smile breaking on his face. "Hey, don't worry, you know? We'll make our own Guild, a little unofficial one, but we'll find all sorts of people to join us and it'll be fun. We'll be like Fairy Tail, okay?" At her brother's words, Ada's eyes sparkled.

"Really, really?"

Azel's smile widened. "Really."

"I'd like to join if you do." The brunette raised her hand with a shy smile. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself... My name is Prim, I have a type of magic that has to do with these eyes." She tapped the side of her head.

"I hope it doesn't scare you too much." Her smile strained slightly, but both siblings grunted to disagree.

"Thank goodness," she breathed out, a hand to the side of her face. "You know, most of the mages here dislike me, just because of my eyes..."

"I've never seen you before...?" Azel furrowed his brows, trying to remember if he had seen her face. "I don't...recall?"

Prim waves her hand almost impatiently. "It doesn't matter. What matters is the Guild!" An almost childish smile spread on her face. "We'd have to escape this camp in order to start...and you know, with the raid tomorrow, people'll gonna drink themselves into a stupor..."

Ada slammed her fist onto her open palm. "That's an opportune time to strike, then!"

"We'd just have to avoid the Leader's detection," Azel muttered. He grabbed a stick and began to draw on the ground. Around the three, a loud ruckus was beginning to stir as the alcohol was passed around. "Here's the camp, and I've watched the patrols in case I needed to go to the toilet after hours, so here's the first patrol..."

The two girls watched the purple-haired male work his mapping skills onto the ground and a smile spread on Ada's face. "Azel, here's...we can take that route and wait for a couple minutes, then head straight, right, right, straight, we'd be headed for the other camp to warn them of our raid, then!"

Prim clapped her hands together. "I didn't do anything, but that sounds like a fantastic plan!"

Ada pumped her arm in the air with an excited noise. "This place is too suffocating for me, so I can't wait to get outta here!" Her brother covered her mouth quickly and looked around, but like Prim predicted, everyone was rosy-red in the cheeks and drunk out of their minds.

"Sorry, Ada," he apologized quickly. "But you know, this is still pretty dangerous, so..."

"We're all strong!" Ada scowled and eyed her brother. "You implying we can't make it?"

"No, no, no!" Azel quickly replied, his arms waving in front of his face. "I meant, you ready to break for it tomorrow?"

Ada grabbed her brother's hand tightly, and grinned confidently.

"Ready as I'll ever be!"

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A/N: ...I'm accepting OCs! But this time, I'll be a little stricter with the submission rules and whatnot. I don't want to be an ass, but in order for this story to be really good, I'll need really good characters that I can actually like, and the first step to that is the presentation.

OC Form:

1. Be neat and try to finish this form in one or two PMs.
2. Use this form, exactly. The title of your PM should be: Rotten Mangoes. 8)
3. Elemental magic is rare, so try to stay away from them. I'm only accepting one element type OC for each element.
4. Creativity is key here, since magic evolves over time. It's been two centuries since the fall of the Magic Council!
5. Although this is somewhat post-apocalyptic, people aren't that poor, so fine clothing and bright colors are acceptable, but do give a reason as to how they got it.
6. If your form is incomplete or disorganized, I won't be accepting it and you'll have to redo it.

Name: (nicknames, if OC has one)
Age: (8 - 60, but if they're younger than 13, they can't be overly cool/OP)
Hostile or Friendly?:
Magic Type: (from the manga/anime, or a new one, but if it's not part of the manga/anime, please be more specific about its uses and weaknesses, etc.)
Weapon: (if it's a holder-type magic, or any weapons they use in general)
Spells: (be specific about this, please, at least 5)

History: (something brief, that hopefully doesn't clash with whatever I've planned for this story)
Appearance: (include clothes and guildmark as well)
Personality:

Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:

Misc. Info: (anything else you want me to know about your OC, quirks, love life, likes, dislikes, etc.)

Thank you very, very much for your cooperation. Sorry about the strictness, but even the readers should be putting some effort, right?
-Vis