Fairy Tail

Tale of Anya, Alice and Angela Wuther

Love and Loyalty

Chapter One

I wearily followed my onee-sama. Anya wasn't very talkative and had incredible endurance, so she tended to be sort of oblivious to how tired I could get. I watched her ankle length black hair sway in the breeze as I contemplated just letting myself fall over. But we're so close! We're almost to Fairy Tail's guild hall! Magnolia Town was just over the next rise…

According to onee-sama anyway… I was a little bit worried that she had gotten us lost again. Anya had a terrible sense of direction. Alice was always better at being a pathfinder. Me, I like to cook. Probably because it comes so easily to me, being a fire user. Anya wasn't really an elemental user per say… She used a type of Lost Magic that came inherently to her. Rather than being taught by a Master, onee-sama goes by her instincts. And sometimes her instincts weren't that great when it came to traveling.

"Onee-sama…. Are we lost?"

As usual, Anya made no answer. Her mint green eyes narrowing, she thrust out a pale arm to keep me from moving past. I bumped into it with an ooff.

"What did you do that for Anya-sama?!"

"Hush Angela. There are others about."

I blinked worriedly, moving to protect onee-sama's back. She might or might not need it. Oops! Before I forget and get yelled at by Anya… I placed a pair of earmuffs on. For my sister's brand of magic, I knew I'd need them. Because my sister's particular brand of magic could kill me without them. I prepared for firing off my mobile make fire magic. Oh, if only Alice was here… Her Ice Make magic would be very helpful right now… Oh well. Our pursuers soon made themselves known in the form of black shadows, appearing from every direction.

"Fire Make Magic Eagles!"

The fiery birds darted forth from my magic circle, scoring hits on two dark men. However, I felt a whiplash sting my back and cried out, staggering away. I whipped around, smacking my hands down in the familiar gesture to make my specialty- Fire Make Butterflies- as I dodged another hit from a baka wielding a steel whip.

Yeah, I know the butterflies SOUND weak, but just watch. Some of the men were thrown off by the butterflies, pausing and staring at their sparkly wings in gold, red and blue- some in all three- and others were trying to swat at them. However, my butterflies were too swift for them to swat, dodging each human hand. I smiled, and flicked out my middle finger when my pretty creations got close enough. A chorus of explosions was heard immediately. I smiled when I saw at least ten of the black men down for the count, silently writhing in agony. I wondered vaguely why they weren't screaming, until onee sama pushed me out of the way of another water wizard's blow intended for the back of my head. Anya dropped the man with a single blow of her fist.

"Baka! Watch yourself Sister!"

"Sorry Onee-sama!"

That was all I had time for as an earth disk came whirling at me from out of nowhere.

"Fire Make Saber!"

I sliced the disk in half, the remains clattering into several of the enemies' own teammates. I started sending out more Eagles and Butterflies as the fight wore on. I was starting to get a little irritated with onee-sama when these buttheads kept coming out of the woodwork and she STILL didn't access her most potent magic. Then again, it was normally a last resort for her.

I slashed, exploded and burned my way through enemy after enemy, but they STILL KEPT COMING. Will this fight never end?! I screamed in pain when I was struck across the shoulders by a powerful water whip. Or, what seemed like a whip. In actuality, I could fell the paralysis seeping through my veins as I was knocked to the ground. The black-clad enemy took this chance to begin dog piling on top of me. I could barely breathe for the scents of unwashed male bodies and foul souls that were beginning to overwhelm me. Managing one last deep breath, I screamed, "ONEE-SAMA! LAST RESORT!"

Instantly, all the writhing, stinking bodies on top of me were very still as my sister's voice pierced through the battle noise.

Her voice was hauntingly beautiful, as the Angel of Death's command is to the utterly doomed. It rang through the forest glen and for at least a mile around. I knew because I could sense the power level my sister was concentrating into her Lost Magic- Angelic Sound. Anya's voice was absolute, damning those who hear it to the worst torture ever inflicted upon mankind. Beautiful and terrible in use, my sister's voice entranced all who heard it.

Normally, it would be the last song any mortal would ever hear.

However, Anya had crafted a protection spell years ago. Imbuing it my favorite pair of earmuffs, she made me swear to wear them every time we go into battle. This way, Anya won't inadvertently kill me too while using her trump card.

I felt the heat recede from the bodies on top of me as they rapidly grew cold under my sister's life-stealing technique. I waited until her voice had slowed, then stopped to heft the bodies off me. Feeling nauseated as I always did when corpses touched me, I shuddered and shoved them off. Standing up, I delicately stepped over the bodies to a clear space. Anya stood tall, a pale figure shrouded in long black hair. Anya's green eyes had hazed over ever so slightly. Nervous, I stayed a step back from her.

"Onee-sama? Anya? Are you okay?"

Anya gave no answer, simply staring off at a fixed point in the sky. Uh oh… She's only done this once before… Where is Alice onee-chan when I need her?! I warily stepped closer to Anya. She didn't even bat an eyelash, which was frankly beginning to scare me. She was never like this. Even if she didn't talk much, Anya always gave me a reassuring look or touch to let me know that she was alright.

"Onee-sama? You're scaring me… Please speak to me!"

Anya didn't say a word. Her long, skinny legs simply gave out from under her. I yelped, diving to catch her. Easing my taller sister down onto the ground II knelt beside her, trying to wake her up by shaking her. She wasn't waking up…

"Onee-sama! Wake up! ANYAAAAA!"

"Ouch, brat. Shut up," a familiar voice groused. I turned, my tear filled eyes meeting a welcome sight. My older sister, Alice Wuther, was kneeling beside me looking like she wanted to swat me for almost going into a panic attack at the wrong time. Her golden eyes glittered irritably as she took in the situation. I grinned sheepishly, then turned serious again as I looked back at the limp Anya.

"Anya onee-chan is unconscious… I can't wake her up and I'm worried."

"Geez. Don't start crying on me. You know I can't stand it when you cry… Move over. Let's just lift her over into the trees. We'll make camp there until Anya wakes up, okay?"

"Yes! That sounds good Alice," I said, relieved that Alice had (as usual) come in to take over things when Anya was out of commission. My brunette sister was always there to back me up. Helping her lift Anya's prone form, I half staggered half walked over to a spot away from the battle scene where Alice had already cleared. Trees and thorny bushes ringed us tightly except where we came in- a natural arch of branches forming the door lintel. Alice and I had to be extra careful so our wavy hair didn't get stuck in the branches poking out above us occaisionally. Walking in the rather narrow opening with Alice carrying Anya proved to be difficult, but we managed. Laying my onee-sama down carefully, I looked to Alice for further instruction.

Alice's POV

I sighed as I looked at Angela. Her blonde curls reeked of dead bodies and their pink streak was barely visible. She looked like she'd been battling for a while, because I could practically sense her exhaustion. I kissed her forehead, smiling ever so slightly. My fiery sister could be so like a little girl sometimes. She needed guidance constantly and was often lost without one of us telling her what to do. I mean that literally and figuratively; this is the girl who couldn't decide what to eat without someone else's input. Sure, sometimes she went contrarily to others opinion, but much off the time she was a follower.

"Angela, get out the healing syrum. That will help Anya wake up." Eventually.

"Alright onee-chan…"

Angela busied herself with getting the healing potions she was so fond of making. They were very good for minor injuries- just a drop or two on minor scratches and bruising and the skin was completely healed. She had learned her craft from Anya, but Anya rarely, if ever, made potions. Instead, she used her own abilities. Angelic Sound could both heal and hurt, you see. I watched Anya's still face as Angela expertly tipped one of her medium strength ones (red in color) into Anya's unresisting lips. After Angela made Anya swallow by gently rubbing her throat, Angela laid her down again. Our sister's lush black hair was marred by twigs and leaves. Gently, I picked out the debris and smoothed her hair. I sighed softly, crossing my legs and leaning back against a tree. Angela was looking at me with a worried expression in her blue eyes.

"What now Alice?"
"We rest, Angela. We need to be rested to make our entrance to Fairy Tail, from what I've heard of it. The place is chaotic… I can't help but wonder why Anya-sama wants us to enlist with them in particular."

"D-don't question Anya! She might hear you…"

"I'm not scared of our older sister. You shouldn't be either. You know she'd never really hurt us. Besides, she's unconscious. You know how heavy a sleeper she is."

"B-b-but…"
"No buts Angela. We wait here until Anya's recovered, then we start off for Fairy Tail. End of story."

"Wouldn't that be a beginning?"
"Neeeeh, whatever! Shut up, okay!"
I winced at myself when I saw Angela's cerulean blue eyes start to brim with tears. Her full lower lip trembled and stuck out. Even her slender shoulders were beginning to shake.

"Neh, don't cry! I was just crabby… You know me, Angela, I'm a little prickly at times," I pleaded, really unable to stand seeing her cry. It was one of the brat's most potent weapons against my anger.

Her crocodile tears dried immeidiately, "Okay, sister. Just don't tell me to shut up anymore…"

"I can't promise that, but I'll try not to."

"Okay. That's all I can ask," Angela said, grinning brightly. Inwardly, I groaned. Stupid little sisters. They always get what they want by hook or by crook… I hate it when Angela does that… All we can do for Anya now is wait. Hopefully Angela won't tempt me too badly to kill her until Anya wakes up… Wait… I heard crunching and panting sounds, like someone was trying to scramble through the tangled bushes towards us. I stiffened, readying make magic should it be a straggler from my sister's earlier fight. Although, if my sister had used her last resort, no one should have been left alive...

"Hey! Where are you guys!"

Hi everyone! I'm very new to Fairy Tail (say first thirty or so episodes) so please be kind when you review my work. How did you like meeting my OCs, Alice, Angela and Anya? What do you think of their sisterly dynamic? What's your opinion on how I started this story? Please leave a review!

I promise I'll include the four mains come next chapter, by the way. If you have any advice for a better Fairy Tail story, please either PM me or tell me in a review. I'm also taking submissions for better titles. I thought I'd get this out here because I just couldn't resist not writing about Fairy Tail once I got into it. Please review!

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-June