"Well we couldn't just leave her there..." Lucy's voice was weak almost quiet as she looked at her guild master his eyes almost hazed over with anger. It had been just over a year since the grand magic games where they'd all witnessed the powers of multiple strong guild's including that of Raven tail a guild known for its devious and dark wizards. It had been run by non other than the fairy tail masters son Ivan, Laxus' father. There was much tension that brewed between the family and the guild's thus when Lucy, Natsu, Gray and Erza returned with the body of a unconscious girl who appeared to be a Raven tail guild member it wasn't much of a shock that the master would be infuriated, "I know there is bad blood between you and the guild when it was active sir, but something doesn't make sense to me. Look at where her emblem is... It's like someone has scarred over it. It's almost as if..."

"As if someone had attempted to mark her out of the guild and its history..." The deep voice of Laxus interrupted everyone as he sauntered into the guild hall, "rumor had it you lot had dragged in scum, never would have thought you'd drag something like that into the hall though." A smirk placed itself upon his face, however you could see the haunted and yet almost vengeful glaze that enveloped the man's eyes. Much like Makarov Laxus despised his father and who he'd become abandoning his own family the way that he had, "I think the question though that we really should be asking is besides who she is is how does she have a Raven tail emblem on her at all? I thought the group disbanded after the magic games last year..." This caused an almost unsettled silence to fall across the guild hall as each person looked from one to the next in question. Many finally began to whisper wondering the same thing.

While everyone looked around at each other no one noticed the young girl starting to move until she shot up on the table stumbling as she awoke panicked and fell to the floor. Fear gripped her the look in her eyes that of sheer terror, "Where... Where am I?" She said looking up the eyes of the many who seemed to swarm her.

"I think the question here is who are you and why do you have that emblem on your body..." Makarov asked as he slowly moved towards the girl. The master may have been small, but his glare was nothing to shirk at. As he approached her looking into her eyes the young womans filled with tears, unfortunately the tears quickly vanished as she shoved herself away from the man fleeting anger quickly taking hold of her.

"What's it to ya old man..." she said her voice almost filled with venom. It was like she'd turned a one eighty going from a fearful child to someone about ready to pounce. As she slowly lifted her thin frame from the floor the young woman searched her surroundings obviously looking for a way out, however just as she thought she saw an escape the man in front of her began to grow and grow. As his height quickly increased it became apparent that she'd obviously chosen the wrong man to piss off, again, however the last time she'd done that she'd almost ended up dead, thus how she ended up here, wherever that was.

"Didn't your elders ever teach you how to respect those above you!" his voice echoed sending the girl flying back on her ass, "now who are you?!"

The man towered above her his menacing nature obvious, or maybe that was just what it felt like due to the fear that was slowly again taking over her frame. It was obvious the man held power and control, much unfortunately like the man who had raised her, her father. Though to call what raised her her father was beyond an understatement. The only thing that ran through their veins the same was their blood, "The names Xavia, Xavia Dreyar... Though most call me Miss Puppet... As for the scarred out remenance of a emblem... The reason its there is because I'm its disbanded leaders daughter... Whats it to you?" With that the entire room went from total silence to an eruption of what's, how's and when's. All of which were questions, not Laxus or even Makarov could answer.

"How is that even possible..." Laxus voice was lost something that never happened. His eyes were wide in confusion unsure as to how to take the news that was being presented in front of him, "how old are you?" He asked his voice lowering in hatred.

"I'm nineteen why..." confusion was clear upon her features as she looked at Laxus following his gaze as he looked her up and down, "if you really wanna stare pretty boy take a picture it lasts longer, creep." Laxus eyes went wide in anger as what he was doing was taken way out of context. This in turn caused a dark smirk much like his own to appear upon the young woman's features. She did have quite the temperament much like Ivan's Makrov had to admit and those eyes which burned with obvious passion were much like his or Laxus. There were even pieces of her appearance that made her seem like a female version of Laxus, outside of course of her short raven hair part of which fell right in front of her left eye, which Makarov had noticed as she had fallen had a scar across it the pupil almost white with obvious blindness. What kind of torture had this child had to endure at the hands of Ivan as she grew up and what kind of violent habits could she have picked up along the way.

As she looked towards the ceiling where Makarov almost touched Xavia could tell the man was no longer angry, but more deep in thought, this became more obvious as he shrunk back to his regular size and looked up at the girl his voice much more calm, "Do you remember what happened to you before you awoke here? Your reactions made me think you were attacked quite violently..."

"What gave it away the fact i was knocked out or maybe the cuts and bruises... Its obvious I had the snot beat out of me old man... As for what happened I don't remember much. After the games last year my father much like many of the guild vanished many just wandered off into darkness or moved onto other guilds that they felt would accept them. Me, I began to travel study more about the magic that I'd been practicing for most of my life. My mother was also a puppet wizard my father told me, dark raven hair much like my own though she was much more aggressive with things than I was, such a disappointment my father said. Somehow I didn't end up with eithers drive to torture, take over or destroy. Yes, I love play time, but theres a different of friendly destruction and outright insanity, and well... That's what my father had, not a wonder things fell apart. There were rumors in my travels that some that had still been loyal to my father were hoping to put together a new guild, however with how off the grid I'd become they had no way to have a good enough leader to even attempt it. Not like I would have helped anyways... Though that maybe why I was attacked, yet it's strange because to be honest I don't know who attacked me let alone for sure why they did it. Wish I did though so I could give them a good cold platter of karma... After all she does love to dine on the souls of the miserable..." As the room looked at her like she was insane herself Xavia almost fell over laughing the small chuckles and giggles coming from her mouth sounding more like that of a child than the teenage wizard that she was.

"I'm guessing that's one thing I picked up from my father a sick twisted sense of wording my humor," a small almost gentle smile then placed itself upon her face, "not to sound rude though, but seriously where am I?" Looking around eyes filled with curiousity Xavia noticed the odd and still confused looks that were placed upon the members of this guild's face like what she had just stated made absolutely no sense.

"Your in the Fairy tail guild hall..." Makarov stated looking up at Xavia a loving smile now placing itself upon his lips, though it was obvious he was still hesitant. This child was after all a product of Ivan's, though with the type of torture she'd endured and her obvious disregard to what her father's minions decided to do made it quite obvious that she really didn't share in her father's drive for power or darkness, "Did your father... Did he ever mention to you about any others in your family?"

This last statement earned him a look of confusion, "Not much really... Outside of his old man being a bit of a stickler and a softy my father really didn't choose to endulge me in much about my history let alone the rest of my family. He preferred to keep me focused on my training especially after my mother's passing. He drove me hard expecting me to eventually break and move into the stages that he wished of me, much like my mother, however its obvious by my eye that that never came to be..." She then pulled her hair away from her eye earning a gasp from many within the guild who could now see the glossy film that ran over her eye and the mark that passed across it, "The old man could be quite the dick when he didn't get what he wanted..." Her hair then dropped back into its original place.

"Why are you so interested on what my father mentioned to me anyways?" Her eyebrow then raised curiousity once more gripping her. Arms crossed as she stared the man down many from the guild looked back and forth between the two the silence growing thick with tension. While everyone else in the guild knew and understood the reasoning behind the questioning they also knew to keep their mouths shut all except for one, who after looking rapidly between the three people in question; Laxus, Makarov and Xavia finally burst out laughing.

"So your telling me Laxus' has a sister! Oh this is priceless!"

"NATSU!" Makarov yelled which instantly shut the dragon slayer up, however this in turn caused Xavia's eyes to go wide.

"Say what..." her voice is low confusion hitting her as the realization of what she should have already realized hit her all at once. The resemblance between the three should have been more obvious than it was for some unknown reason. As her brain tried to wrap itself around the information Xavia finally fell onto one of the benches as she became lost in her own thoughts.