'Had it all been for nothing' Was Makarov Dreyer's thought as he gazed at the smoldering remains that was once a quaint bookshop. Flames licked lazily across the shops skeleton remains. Firefighters watching them warily, ready at a moments notice, in case the flame's hunger turned to that of the neighboring buildings. But Makarov's eyes were locked, not on the carnage, but on the tiny mop of unruly blue curls and tearful caramel eyes. 'Was all that bloodshed 20 years ago all for naught?! The peace we fought for… gone and now innocents is paying the price.'
The blue-haired girl couldn't have been older than six and she already was alone in the world. Parents murdered, home destroyed and all because of money and greed. His heart ached at the sight of her; unresponsive as he watched a policewoman try to console her. But her eyes stayed hazy and unfocused, her mind lost in horrors only she could see.
"Her names Levy McGarden, six years old and daughter to Peter and Mary McGarden."
"Any other relatives?"
"Other than her great-grandfather whose on death's door, none." Detective Gildharts Clive growled. Eldest of Makarov's adopted children and the youngest detective ever of the Magnolia Police Department, Gildharts the calm and collect protégé… but not this time. Underneath his calm exterior he was livid, the only evidence of his rage was the fire in his eyes. Makarov knew his eyes were identical to that of his adoptive son's and so was his anger. How dare someone do this in his territory!
However, with great difficulty, the old man pushed down his rage. He had something more important to take care of. A child needed him. "Gildharts."
"Yes, Master?"
"Get her papers in order and call Mira Jane, tell her the family's gaining a new member." Gildharts only nodded before turning and walked to his car, exchanging a few quick words with his fellow officers before hopping in his car and driving towards downtown.
Letting out a heavy sigh Makarov crossed the street towards the tiny figure of Levy McGarden, now wrapped in a blanket curled in a ball in the back of a police car. Kneeling before her Makarov began to see just how small she was, too small and too young to have faced such horrors. Rage boiled in his gut and bile rose in his throat. "Levy…" he whispered, softly as if she were a doe ready to bolt. "My name is Makarov Dreyer, I'm a friend of your great-grandfather Leon."
Large caramel eyes tear-filled and red gazed up at him with shards of fear in their depths but with a soft flare of curiosity. "Grandpa Leon?" she rasped, her voice rough from smoke. "You… you use to come every Sunday to p-play chess."
Makarov smiled as he remembered those peaceful afternoons before the cancer had taken them and his friend away from him. "Yes, yes I did."
Fresh tears came with a trembling smile before two frail, thin arms wrapped around his neck as Levy buried her face in his chest. Sobs wracked her small frame as he held her close, running his hands through her burnt locks.
"Waaah" Hic. "Mama… aaaah." Hic. " Daddy!"
"Sssh, its alright I got you now, I got you." Wrapping her blanket tighter around her as he held her, waiting patiently with soothing words until her tears stopped. Gently he held her as he rose to his feet and headed towards his car. His driver held the door open and helped Makarov enter the backseat, an exhausted Levy lying limp in his arms.
"W-where are we going?" she murmured, sleep tugging on her consciousness.
"Home…" he answered, as her eyes drifted shut. "I'm taking you home, to Fairy Tail.
Hello everyone! Welcome to my second fan fiction and I hope you all enjoyed the prologue to BLANK CANVAS. Now quick question for all of you: Would it be better to kept everyone in Fairy Tail normal or have them as mages? I'm tossing both these ideas around in my head but I need a second opinion on this please and thank you.