A/N: Hello folks, my name is Azrael DarkWings, and thanks for picking up my story. This is my first story on fanfiction, and this probably wouldn't have happened withouut the help of my great editor Dreadburner94. This an OC Guild Story, and I'm also currently open for OC's, but please follow the guidelines posted at the end after the closing author's notes. Now, please enjoy the prologue of my OC guild sotry, 'White Dullahan.'
Disclaimer: I sadly have no connection to Hiro Mashima-Sensei, and I do not own any part of Fairy Tail, besides the few original characters I made.
Prologue
The sun was already beginning to set over the sea as a lone figure makes her way towards the sea side town of Rindou. To most people who would meet her, she would be considered an exceptional beauty. Her long raven hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing a face that was fair and youthful. Her catlike lavender eyes gave off a cool, collected aura. Her lithe, 5'8" frame swayed slightly as a tender sea breeze played with her ponytail. Her pace was neither fast nor slow, simply a steady gait that carried her gracefully and silently over the dusty road. She was clad in a practical short robe of purple cloth that fell to just an inch above her knees. Her feet were clad in a pair of high laced brown boots, and a naked katana hung at her side.
Suddenly a presence faintly pricked the edge of her perception, causing her to draw her blade and fall into a defensive stance, her blade held in a reverse grip in her left hand.
"Echo Search," even as the words rolled off her tongue, the spell had already taken effect, releasing several bursts of sound that instantly gave her a 'sound picture' of the area around her.
"One person, one hundred and fifty yards out," the woman then silently leapt up into the forest canopy above, her long legs effortlessly carrying her through the trees like a breeze. Then a small clearing appears in front of her, and there, lying against the trunk of a large oak tree, was a young man.
'What's a traveler doing this far off the beaten path? And his clothes are not suited for travel,' indeed, the young man's attire consisted of only a pair of long dark pants, a dark blue sleeveless shirt, and a pair of long black gloves. But the strangest part of the young man attire were his foot wear, a pair of well worn military boots. 'The young man can't be anymore then nineteen years old, twenty at most,' the swords woman watched the young man for a time, and then decided to engage him directly from her place in the trees.
"Wake up, boy," she commanded as the young man's eyes opened slowly, revealing twin pools of the deepest azure she had ever seen, 'It's like he's looking into me, not at me.'
"Who are you?" the young man asked with the sleepy tone of a child. Then he seemed to notice the forest around him for the first time, "Where am I?"
"We're currently about ten miles away from Rindou Town," the young man's eyes remained unchanged, as if the swordswoman had just spoken gibberish to him, "We're also near the Twin Fork River, south of the capital city of Crocus."
"Capital of what country?" the young man asked simply, almost causing the woman to fall from her place in the tree.
"Are you daft?!" the swordwoman unwittingly shouted, "Fiore! The Kingdom of Fiore! Ruled by King Toma E. Fiore? What are you going to ask me next? 'What year is it?'"
"What year is it?" the young man asked in once again a simple manner. Losing her cool completely, the swordswoman leaped down from the tree and lifted the larger young man up by his shirt front.
"Are you toying with me?!" she shouted angrily into his face, any pretense of stealth now abandoned, "For if so, I'll-" the swordswoman started to say as the young man suddenly knocked the woman to the side as a bolt of dark magic streaked past them and tore a gaping hole in the oak tree.
"Tch, I missed," a dark cloaked man with a slender build and deeply tanned skin steps out from behind one of the adjacent trees, "I thought that I couldn't miss at such a short range."
"What is your business with this woman?" the young man asked, his former childlike actions now replaced with the cool, guarded words of a seasoned warrior. The hooded man pointed a single finger at the swordswoman, who was now positioned protectively behind the young man.
"My business is with her and her along," the man answered matter of factly, "So if you leave now, boy, I shall let you go with your life intact."
"That's a lie," the young man replied softly, "You already have us surrounded, and it is highly unlikely that one of your henchmen wouldn't stick a blade in my back if I tried to leave now, having seen what I have," he stated as no less then seventeen well-equipped assassins step out of the forest, their weapons already drawn.
"I see that you are not as great a fool as I initially thought," the hooded man growled, his words growing harsh as poison, "Then die with that treacherous woman!" the man shouted as one the assassins struck, charging in at terrific speed. The swordswoman's first reaction was to draw her blade, instantly cutting down one of the assassins, and then to kill two for closing in on the young man by rupturing their hearts.
"Duck!" the young man shouted as the swordswoman reacted on instinct to the sudden command as the young man delivered a savage round house kick to the chest of an assassin whose blade had been ready to pierce her heart.
"Don't give me orders!" she shouted back at the young man, "You're barely half my age!"
"So you're almost fourt-"
"Don't you dare even think of finishing that sentence!" the swordswoman hissed as her eyes suddenly took on an almost demonic appearance, "Understand?!"
"Yes ma'am!" the young man replied without missing a beat as he noticed that the hooded man was gathering a large amount of magical energy, "Ma'am!"
"What is it now?" the swordswoman responded curtly, just as the cloaked man unleashed a torrent of purple flames towards the swordswoman. The cloaked figure then raised his voice in a shout of victory.
"This is the end!" he announced just before the flames closed around the swordswoman, the silver haired young man suddenly appeared between her and the flames.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" the young man shouted as the flames engulfed him, his body vanishing from view.
"You fool!" the cloaked man shouted as the swordswoman was immobilized by the four remaining living members of his team as a pair of magic inhibiting hand cuffs were slapped on her wrists, "My Shadow Blaze combines the elements of fire and shadows to sap your body of both magic and stamina, while searing the flesh from your bones!" he explained as he looked at the captive woman, his eyes full of malice and hatred, "And what made you think that you could run away from us after all the blood you have hands?" he questioned as he leaned closer to the swordswoman, the woman spitting on his face in retaliation.
"That kid had nothing to do with me, or the group," she growled in a low and angry voice, "And yet you still murdered him!" she screamed as the man with the cloak removed his hood, revealing a face that was smooth shaven and was as handsome and rigid as a statue; except for three parallel scars that cut angry red furrows across the tanned skin of his face.
"Because you did this to me when you ran away, woman," he stated as he struck her across the face with the back of his hand, which left a red mark on her face, "Besides, what gives you any right to call someone else a murderer?" he questioned as he looked down at her evilly, a sneer contorting his face, only making him appear more gruesome than before. The cloaked man then made a slight signal to his remaining cronies, "We're headed back to H.Q. Take her with you-" he stopped short as a heavy pressure descended on him like a ton of bricks, 'What is this pressure?! She can't use her magic with those cuffs on, and I already finished off that ki-' he thought as his eyes widened in horror as he watched a flame wrapped form rise to its feet, the form of the young man he had just incinerated.
"Thanks for the meal," the human-shaped flame chuckled as it raised a single hand towards the assassins, "Elemental Shift: Flame Style: Blazing Spiral," he announced as twin spining jets of red and blue flame shot from the young mans hand, instantly vaporizing the men holding onto the swordswoman, as well as scorching the mage's robes.
"Gah!" the cloaked man gasped as he pulled off the burning portion of his robe as he fled into the darkening forest, "Mark my words, someday, I will be back!" he bellowed as he finally disappeared.
The young man walked over to the swordswoman and effortlessly broke the Magic Drain cuffs on her wrists, and then fell to his knees as his magic pressure also dwindled down to barely a whimper.
"What is your name, boy?" the swordswoman asked, reaching out and gently taking his big hands in both of hers.
"Tristan," the young man replied.
"No family name?" she asked gently, trying to find out as much as she could about the young mage. But he just shook his head 'no', "Then how about Argent. Like the color of your hair?" she suggested as Tristan looked her straight in the face with those gentle, childlike eyes that she had been drawn to.
"I think I like the sound of that. Tristan Argent," he chuckled as he looked the swordswoman in the face and asked her innocently, "What's your name?" the swordswoman smiling in response.
"Ageha," she stated as the young man closed his eyes as she spoke.
"Ageha," Tristan repeated as he opened his eyes again, "That's a beautiful name," he stated as Ageha blushed, Tristan slowly getting back onto his feet, taking a long look at the sky as he stood back up.
"You're quite the mystery, Tristan," Ageha stated, also rising to her feet, "What kind of magic was that? Is it a Slayer type?" she asked, Tristan shrugging in response.
"It's called Elemental Shift," he stated, "And while it is similar to most Slayer arts, I can abosorb almost any element, not just fire," he explained as Ageha's eyes lit up in suprise.
"Then you must be an incredibly powerful wizard to be able to use such a potent-" she started to say as Tristan cut her off by raising his hand.
"I can only use one element at a time, and it takes a me a while to switch between elements," Ageha's expression fell slightly, but then she held out her hand to Tristan.
"Make a Guild with me, Tristan," Ageha requested, Tristan's eyes widening with surprise in response.
"Why would you want to make a Guild with a guy you've just met, Ageha?" he asked as Ageha stepped into the moonlight, which illuminated her face and caused Tristan's heart skipped a beat at the sight. Not only because of the beauty of her face, but also from the serious look in her eyes.
"Because I must pay for the sins I've committed in my life," she stated as she looked down at her hands, which were starting to tremble, "Because with this much weight, I don't want to die before I've paid for every last one of my sins," she continued as her shoulders started to shudder, several tears making their way down her face. Tristan suddenly drew Ageha into a hug, steadying her and letting her cry in relative privacy. They quietly remained like that until Ageha's shoulders stopped shaking.
"Do you have an idea for this Guild's name?" Tristan asked quietly as Ageha calmed down, his arms letting Ageha stand alone.
"Not yet, but I'm open to suggestions," she responded, her voice now back to what it had been when she had first called to him, cool and collected. Tristan's eyes sparkled with excitement as a thought crossed his mind.
"White Dullahan! And the mark would be a white suit of armor without a helmet, carrying a sword in its right hand," he suggested, causing Ageha to raise her eyebrows.
"Why that?" Ageha asked, Tristan grinning at her like a child.
"White because of the new life ahead of you, and Dullahan because of me," the young man explained as Ageha's eyes flashed playfully.
"Because you're going to be my foolish knight, boy?" she asked as Tristan smiled at her like a child again.
"What's the first order of business, Master?"
Closing A/N: Well, that's the first part, and I hope you enjoyed it. Please remember this story and come back as I post more of it, and don't forget to send in those OC's, just no god modding please.
Thanks to my Beta, Dreadburner94.