FAIRY TAIL: MEMORIA
A/N: This fanfiction is based before manga chapter 419, during the one year time skip that Fairy Tail was disbanded, before Levy joins the Magic Council.
Memoria will also have its own tumblr: kitachaos - blog . tumblr . com ! You can also find the 8tracks playlist there too!
Dedicated to MistyQue Harper (I LOVE YOU SWEETIE!), MichealJCaboose007, DragoonHearted, general zargon, MakeItHale, Miss Quiet Writer and every one of my readers who have loved my work and have been looking forward to the IMT arc. Some of you have been there since the beginning, others new and soo gracious! This fic is just me giving back to you all in loving a pairing that is so worth the fan base.
DISCLAIMER: I do no own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima-sensei does.
I also do no own Zied Grey. He belongs to my friend, Ethereal.
Chapter i
W780, Over a 1000 years ago...
Dainty, bare feet walked through the smoldering ruins of a once prosperous village, heavy smoke lingering in the air like a veil of mourning. A blue haired woman wearing a dress of silky, yellow fabric walked through the burning destruction like a wandering ghost until she came upon a body.
The dead man lay with his head turned to his left, a hand outstretched towards a large burnt mark on the ground near him. In his other hand is clutched a bracelet of simple polished black stones from the nearby river. With a harsh gasp, the woman knelt down to the body to caress his brow, his scratchy brown beard and broad shoulders until her questing fingers found his hand holding the blood covered bracelet. Bringing the limp hand to her lips, she kissed the dry, cold knuckles.
Behind her, a bright light flashed to reveal a dark blonde haired men dressed in gold and white finery of the highest quality. With one hand, he held the side of his bleeding face. Several other lights flickered as others appeared behind him.
"Where is the child?" the blonde demanded, his followers moving forward to surround the blue haired woman.
"Safe," the woman murmurs as she gently lifts the bracelet from the man's limp grasp.
"I will have justice for this, Fatharni," the blonde snarled as he pulled his hand away to reveal the bloody, ravaged mess that is the left side of his face.
Standing to her feet, the blue haired woman whirled around to the man with a furious glare, tears streaming down her beautiful face like drops of crushed diamonds.
"No...I will have MINE!"
Throwing her hands out with a bellow of rage, the goddess named Fatharni sent a powerful blast of celestial energy towards the blonde and his lackeys. With a growl, the blonde raised a hand to send a blast of this own. The two attacks met each other only to cancel out in a flare of light and power but the two did not stop. Roaring her fury, the Goddess ran at the blonde and fellow gods with glowing white fists. The blonde lunged forward, his fingers flexed like claws as he gathered his power for another attack.
"FATHARNI!"
"TAAAAAARYX!"
The blasts of god power echoed through the heavens, marking the starting tides of the First Celestial War...
X792 Selfr, Valdis
Levy McGarden had seen her share of fairs and festivals but this one is by far the biggest. Since her arrival at the harbor to the center of the massive captial by train, it looked as if every street and open space is filled with booths and shops selling all matter of food, clothing, magical items and trinkets. No doubt this is the most tourist traffic this island country has seen in ages due to the International Magic Tournament, or IMT, that is being held for the next week. The preliminary rounds are scheduled in the next two hours, giving Levy just enough time to check in and meet her team assigned to represent the Fiore Kingdom.
What Levy hadn't anticipated was the denseness of the crowds or the sluggish rate of travel to get through. Her two hours whittled down to thirty minutes which caused the Script mage to bolt for the gates leading to the battle arena hosting for the event. The entrance had heavy security which attested to the strict and professional military Valdis is known for, but not their sense of empathy.
Levy is not a violent person by nature. She prides herself in trying to find a more logical and calmer solution to tough situations. But her luck has gone from bad to downright horrible and the stern looking guard dressed in red fabric with gold trim and shining silver armor is not helping at all.
"You don't have a pass or papers. We cannot let you into the International Magic Tournament unless you have authorized identification."
She wanted to punch the guard in the face as her frustrations ate at her but knows deep down she will not. They stood to the side as the last of the guests passed through the gated entrance to enter the great arena, all with paid passes to the event. An event she worked very hard to prepare for. Had it not been for losing her pass in the crowded streets, she wouldn't be in this annoying situation.
"Please! I'm on the Fiore Team, representing-"
The guard merely shook his head and gestured for her to turn around. "Sorry but rules are strict in this country. No one gets in for free."
Biting her lip, Levy hesitated in leaving. She needs to get into this tournament or her training will have been for naught. Her brown eyes flickered between the guard and the gate, weighing her chances of fighting her way through. Sensing her thoughts, the guard reached for his sword with a scowl.
"Don't even, kid."
Oh that is the last straw. Levy knows she is small and petite, but is no way a child. At least if she attempted to force her way in, she can later rationalize to herself in her defeat that she tried. As she parted the front folds of her worn gray traveling cloak, Levy was about to call upon her magic when several loud voices in the crowd shouted behind the guard.
"It's her!"
"Faina Vanrios!"
"FAINA, I LOVE YOU!"
Through the excited roar of the crowd, a man and woman's voice are heard harmonizing from the center of the arena where the teams of the games are gathering for the opening ceremony. Suddenly, Levy felt herself thrown forward as the guests who had gathered behind her surged as one to get a glimpse of the beautiful women striding towards the middle of the arena. Her pale green dress of silk and chiffon drifted around her well-endowed form, contrasting with her luscious five foot mane of green wavy hair. Levy watches as Faina Vanrios herself sweeps out onto the field in a whirl of blue and pastel green.
According to her research on all the countries participating, Lady Vanrios is aunt to the Queen of Anatola, a country from the Eastern Continent. A diva of sorts from the last seven years, Faina sings with such stunning emotion that has earned her many fans from several countries including Fiore.
"So verir onsi vera…" (1)
The notes of Faina's lilting soprano voice started out low but soon crept up into high opera octaves resounding powerfully in the large dirt field. She joined voices with the browned haired man dressed in a stiff green and silver uniform standing next to a blue haired woman who looked similar to Faina, wearing a matching dress of silk greens and shimmering silver threads. The man shared a look of amusement with the woman moments before Faina kicked her skirts up and started to dance to the melody of the stringed instruments behind her. Levy couldn't look away as it seemed everyone else in the arena is captivated by the performance, her brown eyes watching every movement.
Lady Faina's dress starts to billow and dance about her legs as slits revealed themselves when the folds flared out from her spinning around, like a flower opening itself up to the world. Long lengths of green hair that reached her ankles flowed around her like floating streams of fine cotton, engulfing the air around her. Bare pale skin flashed beneath waves of blue and green as she swayed her arms elegantly around herself to the notes of the man and woman. The song in a foreign tongue flowed and dipped in and out of Levy's ears as the man and woman took turns singing their verses, harmonizing together then separating again. The lilting voices hummed through her senses, making her feel somewhat sleepy. At the end of the performance when the instruments ceased, Faina lifted her arms up, tilted her head back and waited for the reaction.
For a brief few moments, there is silence and then applause boomed from those in the audience stands. The loud ovation shocked Levy from her dream like daze. Resting a hand against her brow, Levy took a step forward as her eyesight blurred and her temples pounded. No, not again. Not now! No one payed any attention to her confused stumbling as people crowded around her, surging forward to cheer and scream their happiness at the bowing diva. The guards are too busy trying to control the crowd and sort out who had passes and who had not been checked through yet to notice her.
"THAT WAS THE LADY VANRIOS AND FAMILY FROM ANATOLA PERFORMING THE OPENING CEREMONY. WHAT VOICES, PEOPLE! WHAT TALENT! NOW FOR THE PRELIMINARIES THAT YOU ALL ARE WAITING FOR!" said the male announcer for the game, brandishing the mike with a flourish.
"ALL TEAMS MUST CHECK IN BEFORE FIRST PRELIM ROUNDS ARE OFFICIATED," chimed a different voice, this time female. The same voice repeated the sentence in at least four other languages before returning back to English.
Team? That's right! She is here to finally participate as an S Class wizard! Shaking the remains of dizziness away, Levy frantically searched the numerous teams gathered on the outer part of the arena's level below her. Above every gathered team is the insignia for their represented country. In mere moments, she found Fiore's flag with the Royal Emblem painted in glittering gold on a pale green flag!
Clenching a fist, Levy made her decision to sprint through the crowd at break neck speed. Ducking and swerving around people, guards and children, Levy kept her eyes on that golden emblem. Already all the teams of five participating members are lining up, pressing their hands against white glowing circles on a transparent screen to check in for the games. Tears pricked at the edge of her eyes from the thought of not making it in time.
Skidding to a stop in front of a flight of stairs leading to the ground level, Levy hopped down three steps at a time.
"Hey! Stop!" yelled one of the guards. Three other guards pointed after her and then gave chase.
With her index and middle fingers, Levy drew the word for 'oil' behind her. "Solid Script: Oil!"
The oil oozed into a large puddle that appeared in front of the feet of the running guards. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched in relief as they slipped and slides into a clumsy pile of red and gold. Smiling, Levy raced in the direction of the team for Fiore once more but she should not have underestimated these Valdis guards. It seems they communicated with whistles, and one of the oil covered guards had alerted the others of an 'intruder' in a pattern of short, staccato bursts of sound.
Soon enough, twice as many Valdis guards are marching down through the audience stands to the ground level to apprehend Levy. Gritting her teeth, the young blunette ducked behind one of the teams and when Team Fiore came into sight, she lunged forward in a surge of desperation.
"Halt!"
No way! How could she? Slim, pale fingers reached out for the transparent circle as she flew through the air, Levy's brown eyes not leaving her target. For a scary second, time slowed down as her fingertips just brushed the white circle. Once her skin made contact with the screen, the circle turned into her name and flashed a light green. Grinning wide, she felt elation at having made it to the IMT!
"Hey, watch out!" yelled a young male voice from in front of her. Brown eyes snapped forward to realize she was sailing through the air, head first into Team Fiore!
"Woah!" a red haired young man with yellow dyed tips threw himself to the ground to avoid getting hit.
"Hn," said a brown haired man with a Brett styled beard who stepped back, watching her jet past with an bored face.
"Levy?" exclaimed a surprised Pantherlily in his small form as she flailed through the air past him.
"Oof!" the girl grunted as she slammed hard against a wall of someone's muscled chest before feeling them both crash to the ground. As the dust cleared, Levy sat up to rub at her head.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" Levy apologized as she looked down at the poor mage who she barreled into and froze when she realizes who it is.
Red eyes stared up her with shock, dark black hair pulled tightly into a low ponytail which is askew over muscular, tan shoulders. Familiar metal studs along his brow and nose glinted in the bright sunshine, the two under his full lips she couldn't help staring at. That sharp, familiar jaw is covered in five o'clock shadow, making his face look rough and unkempt. Dressed in a tight, dark red shirt, baggy grey pants and dusty covered boots, Levy couldn't help admiring his muscles and frowning face in a dazed wonder He is here. Gajeel is here!
"You..."he started, leaning up a few inches to frown at her. Leaning towards him, Levy smiled as she wondered if he missed her at all because she did not realise how much she missed him until now. Her heart feels as if it will beat itself out of her chest and hop away.
"Gajee-"
"...got heavier. What did you do, gobble down a giant?"
Huh? Looking down, Levy realized she is sitting on his chest with one leg on either side of his rib cage. She would have been embarassed or offended but the heavy foot halls of many royal guards running to surround them diverted her attention.
"Halt! You are under arrest, girl!"yelled a Valdis guard as ten vicious looking, golden tipped lances are pointed directly at her throat.
Huh?
"SORRY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN BUT DUE TO A SECURITY ANOMALY, THE PRELIMINARIES HAVE BEEN POSTPONED."
Levy blinked as those broadcasted words sunk in.
WHAAAAT?!
To be continued!
Whoo, first chapter is done! So did Levy cancel the IMT before it even began?! What will Gajeel's reaction be?
1. The song that is performed by Faina and her family is called Sonera composed by Thomas Bergersen. If you listen to the song on Youtube or on the Memoria playlist on 8tracks, Faina technically doesn't join in until 2:33.
2. There will be tons of new original characters from Forsaken Wolves and Valdis that will appear. Look forward to profiles!
You know the drill, please leave a comment/review/rant. Believe me, I know I am stretching myself thin between this new fic and my other baby stories but I have so much to share with your guys!
Love, Kitani