Ohayo! Ok, so this is the one I've been working on for ages (I write at least one chapter a day) so yeah.
I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima doe.
In the biggest magic library in the whole of Fiore, there sits a girl. She sits in a long-forgotten attic, a suitcase in hand, and wonders about her future. A tear runs down her cheek, as she thinks of her parents. They were gone so fast. She remembers the tall man storming into their house, asking for money. When her parents refused, they burnt down the house. And killed her parents. She remembered the shocked look on the face of the boy, probably her age, as he cowered in between the robes of the scary adult. She packed what sge could salvage from her belongings, and ran along a road, the simple cottages turned into piles of smouldering rubble. She was nearly away from the mess, but of course, she had to see the scary man, talking with other scary people. He saw her, and cast a quick spell, but she was too far away. All it did was leave a grey streak of hair. She left, as fast as her seven year old legs could carry her. She reached the library after a few days. She had been there once before, but still a path stuck in her mind, up a ladder, along a hall.
She shook the thougts from her head, and, grabbing a lacrima, began to run down to the library. She ran between the aisles, and came screching to a halt. She climbed up the shelves, and pulled out a book.
"Glass-Make Magic," she murmered to herself, seating herself on the floor.
It starts really slowly, so I am going to post a few today.