Hello followers and fans of Fairy Tail! This is Sky Fable, bringing to you his first Fairy Tail fanfiction!

This is a story with a plot I literally thought up over the course of two days, so you'll have to forgive me if it seems choppy or rushed. For those who will ask, I have decided that this fic will take place roughly twenty years after the E.N.D. conflict is resolved. Obviously, we don't know how that happens yet so my conclusion is completely made up and if it does happen that way it will be entirely by coincidence.

Also, if you are not caught up on the manga some of the topics might confuse you.

If you couldn't tell by the summary, this is a story where the main characters will be the children of my personal ships (Gruvia, Nalu, Jerza, Miraxus, Elfever, and some others). If that doesn't appeal to you, then this fic is not for you.

And now... to address my followers... I'm sorry guys. You all may think that Destined is a lost cause, but fear not! I am an extremely fickle writer, but my resolution is absolute! That story will be completed, and it will not be rushed in any way!

Well I think that's enough of my ramblings. Without further ado! I present to you:

The Disclaimer!: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of its characters. All credit goes to Hiro Mashima. I only own this story and the original characters that appear within it.

Okay seriously though, here's the chapter. Enjoy!

Children of the Flame

Olivia: Part 1

A storm was coming. She could feel it. Not one of those metaphorical, 'I actually mean an event that could change everything we know' storms, but an honest-to-Mavis, thunder and lightning, raining like crazy storm. Other people would be disheartened, and prolong their missions. Olivia Dreyar, on the other hand, was not one to let something so trivial stop her from taking a job. She took the first mission she could get her hands on and headed out as soon as the sky had darkened with ominous clouds. She had been itching for a challenge for some time, though not particularly in the mood for an S-Class mission. 'That's not entirely true.' She mused. 'I made a promise to those two idiots.'

Her long time teammate, Simon Scarlet, had convinced Olivia's brother, Zuma, to accompany the two on their next S-Class mission. It was a hell of a feat, considering her brother couldn't use magic and was completely uninterested in violence altogether. 'It's not that he can't.' She corrected 'He just doesn't even try...' Even so, the usually cold, uptight Simon had adamantly pushed for her white-haired brother to tag along. And once that ruby-haired teen put his mind to something, it was completed perfectly. A trait of his mother's, her father had told her.

Both herself and Simon were currently on their own solo missions, and Zuma was back at the guild, more likely than not helping their mother with the constant flow of business from old guild members who still like to hang around the guild hall and reminisce on the old times. The 'Glory Days' they say. Olivia laughed at that phrase every time it was spoken. She didn't really care for what had happened with the guild in the past. It was knowledge she had grown up with. Stories that, yes at one point she had found fascinating, but was now ready to rewrite with a new legacy in the name of Fairy Tail.

Her current job was simple enough. A small dark guild had been causing trouble in Hargeon, so she was headed there to put them in their place. The job description's only recommended criterion was a team of four to be sent, but since it wasn't on the S-Class mission board, she would be more than capable of dispatching of the guild alone.

Olivia had only just left the Magnolia by the time it started to rain. She loved it, and it continued to pour for the hours it took for her to walk to Hargeon. Showing no signs of slowing, she silently walked into the town. It didn't take long for her to locate the arrogant guild members. They were almost louder than the storm, so the blonde teen didn't need heightened senses to know they were drinking at the local tavern and terrorizing the people within.

She pushed open the swinging doors and entered the tavern. The sound died down almost immediately as a crash of thunder shook the whole room.

"Ehhh, what do we have here?" A tall, well built man with black hair tied into a bun said as he chugged the beer in his hand.

"Hey hey hey! Bosshh, thish one'sh a beaut!" Another man of almost identical build, but with shaggy, brown colored hair spoke in a drunken slur.

There were whistles and cat calls coming from the other men seated at the bar and around the various tables. Olivia paid no attention to the lecherous men, only glanced around the bar to find the townspeople huddled together in a corner of the tavern. They stared at her with pleading eyes.

Olivia sighed. "You lot belong to the dark guild terrorizing this town?"

"That's right, babe!" A very tall man, taller than the first, rose from his previous position on the floor. He had light pink hair that was spiked in all directions. His fists were wrapped in red cloth that matched the open vest he wore. He was the most, for lack of a better word, impressive man in the bar, so Olivia assumed that he was the guild master. "Have those idiots with the council finally had enough of Phoenix Rising!?" At the pounding of his bare chest, the men around him cheered and hollered, following suit.

"Phoenix Rising?" Olivia's eyes went wide with worry. "Then that must mean you're-"

"Ding ding ding! Looks like super boobs here is well informed!" The intoxicated guild master only laughed harder at the dark scowl that the teenage girl donned. "The flying flare himself, Scorch Dragneel, at your service." The guild master said with a toothed grin and an exaggerated bow. His sarcastic expression transformed into one of pure disgust. "And by your scent, I'd say you're a damn Fairy Tail wizard."

The blonde teen grit her teeth. 'Damn!' She thought to herself. 'The job description had nothing about a Dragnite anywhere!' Olivia cursed at her luck. A wimpy dark guild was nothing. To be honest, she could probably take on the whole guild without using her magic. If he wasn't there.

"How the hell did you escape prison?" Olivia demanded.

She could feel her heart rate pick up speed, and her brow become damp. 'This is crazy. I'm not going to be able to beat him by myself.' The thought, however painful, was true. She was powerful. Very powerful. She was Guild Master Laxus Dreyar's daughter, and that title came with every bit of badass as it implied. From a very young age, she was taught to use magic, and very quickly got the hang of it. Because of this and her father's constant pushing for her to train day in and day out, she had plenty of time to hone her magical prowess and fine tune it to maximize her own destructive potential. Nevertheless, the Dragnites were directly related to the demon E.N.D. which meant their magic was indirectly related to the Black Mage Zeref. One alone could hold its own against any one of the Ten Great Wizard Saints.

Olivia was shaken from her thoughts by heavy laughter. "Hah! That place is so crowded I could have walked out in broad daylight, and not a single guard would notice!" The fire demon laughed for some time before his expression became dark and serious, much more befitting of a demon. "There are many more of us than the Magic Council would let anyone believe. They may have father locked away in maximum security, but Zeref is still out there. Whether you want to believe it or not. Father is the only one capable of killing Zeref, and thanks to the great minds of the Magic Council, the black mage walks Earthland still."

Olivia almost swayed beneath the fiery eyes of the demon before her. Throughout his speech, some other members of Phoenix Rising passed out from their obscene alcohol consumption. She stood strong and reached into the inner pocket of the fur-lined jacket that draped over her shoulders. Wrapping her fingers around the communication lacrima nestled safely within the pocket, she infused it with magic of an urgent nature, and relaxed when she felt the familiar, comforting surge of magic energy telling her that Simon had received her distress call.

She was scared. Scared of the demon before her, and scared of the knowledge that the Magic Council had but a handful out of an unknown amount of these abominations. Thankfully, the emotions raging within the teen did not reach her cool and collected surface.

"That doesn't matter." She said. Her magical energy cracked and whipped about her body, in tune with the storm raging outside. A confident smirk played across her features. "I didn't come here for information. I came here to beat you and your guild within an inch of your lives!"

An evil smile met her as Scorch began to laugh hysterically. "Oh, damn your sexy!" In an instant he was grabbing Olivia's face, and looking into her blue eyes with his own red ones. "Let's see if you can back those words up until your boyfriend gets here."

"Roar..." Olivia muttered quietly, and regretted it when the demon leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her chin.

"What was that, babe? I know you can be louder than that." A lecherous smirk fueled the girl's rage.

"Roar of the Lightning Dragon!" She punctuated the spell's name with a surge of magic energy. She opened her mouth wide and unleashed a blast of electric magic at the surprised demon.

The demon took the full force of her breath attack, and was sent barreling through the wooden walls of the tavern. Olivia wanted to be proud. With any other mage, landing a blow of such nature would most certainly incapacitate them. But this was a Dragnite. She would not let up even a little. She couldn't afford to, not if she wanted to walk away with her life.

Once again, hysterical laughter filled her ears. "Oh my god, she's a Dreyar!" The demon nimbly leaped from the debris and dashed towards Olivia. She only just managed to raise her hands to block the powerful, fire-coated fist of the demon. Even so, the power behind such a blow sent her skidding back many yards. "So your Laxus' girl?"

Olivia answered with a hard stare, unwilling to satisfy the demon's questions.

"Aww, the silent treatment?" Scorch whined and pouted like a child. "Tell you what, if you can survive the beating I'm about to dish out to you, you'll answer all my questions!"

"That's some pretty twisted logic you have there." Olivia was seething. If there was one thing she hated it was arrogance, and being treated like a child. This guy was both arrogant, and treating her like a child, so Olivia was surprised when she spoke the words instead of screaming them.

"Well of course it is!" Once again, Scorch's speed took her by surprise as she felt the heat that radiated off of his body. An expression that Olivia could only describe as pure evil darkened his features. "I am a demon after all."

The heat grew to unimaginable levels when Scorch's fists were once more engulfed by hot flames. Fueled by fear, and realizing that strategy was not going to work on the erratic demon, Olivia let instinct take over and she felt a rush of magic energy. Letting electricity course through her veins, she, quite literally, bolted away from the explosion caused by those flaming fists connecting with the ground she should have been standing on.

"You just keep getting hotter and hotter, you know that?" Olivia could see the demon walking through the lingering flames of the recent explosion.

She did not speak. She honestly didn't think words would pass through the lump in her throat. Scorch dashed towards her once again, and, once again, her electrified legs carried her to safety from the demon's explosive blows. This game of cat-and-mouse continued for some time. At some point during the chase, they ended up outside where the storm had reached its most violent point. Powerful winds threatened to blow away her fur-lined jacket, so she fit her slender arms through the sleeves. Rain drenched the two opponents, and, seeing the perverted glint in the demon's eyes, Olivia unconsciously tightened the jacket around herself.

"Why do you keep running?" Scorch asked disappointed. "You're nothing like your father. He would have-"

Before he could finish his thought, Olivia closed the distance between them quick as lightning and aimed an electricity infused roundhouse towards the demon's pink head. Her offensive attempt was hastily blocked, but the expression on Scorch's face was no longer that of arrogance. Their eyes met. Olivia's were dark and brimming with anger. His looked as if they would pop from excitement.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" He exclaimed, giddily before being sent sliding through mud and dirt down Hargeon's main road. Just as before, he seemed un-phased by the powerful attack and hopped to his feet. "Did I strike a chord with daddy?"

Still, Olivia did not entertain his curiosity, and instead rushed towards him again and answered with an electrified fist aimed for his jaw. A blinding flash of lightning covered her advance and she met surprised eyes with her own hard stare. The crack of bone underneath her fist, and the pained howl being sent further away by the second were both canceled out by the deafening crash of thunder that echoed across the sky.

The lightning dragon slayer was breathing almost as hard as the rain was falling. She came off her adrenaline high and finally felt the toll her enormous use of magic energy was going to take on her body. Satisfied but exhausted, she turned to find the towns person who issued the job request and give them a proper tongue-lashing. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a familiar and terrifying cloth covered hand gripped her throat and lifted her off of the ground.

Scorch's jaw was slack, unable to close from the damage her punch had dealt, and blood poured down the wound staining the wet ground. He tried to speak, but all she heard was furious sounding grunts and growls. His eyes were ablaze with the same fury and a hint of triumph. A fiery punch to the gut singed her jacket, all the way through to her stomach. She would have crashed through many buildings if a certain demon hadn't instantly placed himself in her flight path only to send her crashing into the ground with interlocked, flaming fists. Consciousness was slipping from Olivia's grasp. The pain in her stomach was unbearable. In just those two attacks, it felt like Scorch had broken every bone in her body, and burned her insides black. She couldn't hold out much longer, and she only had her own complacency to blame.

'Dammit.' She thought, tears filling her eyes. 'I don't want to die here. Not when... Not when I haven't told...' Silent drops of despair fell down her muddied cheeks. Pain exploded in her skull as she was hoisted from the ground by her ponytail. She was at eye level with Scorch, and saw what she knew was utter joy at seeing her broken and beaten. An awful, disembodied laughter assaulted her eardrums. Scorch was once again trying to speak, but to no avail. His anger towards the futility flared about him in an aura of oppressive flames. The heat grew in temperature and intensity causing the tears Olivia had running down her face to evaporate as soon as they fell. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for the oblivion that awaited her. If they didn't dry up as soon as they left her eyes, she was sure tears would be falling from her face at an uncontrollable rate.

'Simon... Zuma... Mother... Father...' She thought of everyone else at the guild and all the friends she had made during missions and other events. Friends from other guilds and even other countries. She thought of the young man she had grown to love and the brother she had loved and admired her entire life. 'Simon... Zuma... Everyone... I'm sorry.'

She squeezed her already closed eyes as tight as she could with what little energy she had left. She had expected an extreme heat to envelop her body, to char her skin and melt her insides. She didn't know if it would hurt, or if she would even feel it before she inevitably died. She expected pain, but there was none. What she didn't expect was being splattered with a warm, sticky liquid. The heat died down almost immediately, and the pain from being held off the ground by her hair disappeared, leaving in its wake a major headache. She crumpled to the mud, landing on her back. It was silent for a moment before the sound of cracking earth jarred her senses. Still gripped by fear, Olivia dared not open her eyes. Again there was a pause, and then a massive clap of thunder, and the familiar charred air of electric magic dominated her senses. Once the thunder had rumbled away, the only sound she could hear was the constant drum of rain. She felt strong arms pick her up, bridal style, and begin to carry her through the downpour.

Slowly opening a tired eye she caught sight of the serious face and crimson hair of Simon Scarlet. Tears once again filled her eyes, and she forced a weak smile. "Simon..." she said, almost too quiet to hear.

"Shh." He commanded in a soothing voice. Not meeting her eyes, he continued to order her around. "Don't speak. Your life isn't in danger, but its a long way until we get to Magnolia. Rest now, Olivia."

"I'm sorry." Olivia wept and buried her face into the requip mage's chest, the smile gone away as she remembered the pain she was just put through.

"Olivia." Simon's voice was kind and quiet on sensitive ears. "There's no need to cry, everything will be okay."

The tears halted at the sight of his gentle grin. Olivia met it with a weak one of her own. "Okay." she said and fell into sleep's dark embrace.

A/N:

And so it begins... I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and would like to take this time to thank you for reading. As always, leave thoughts, comments, concerns, theories, fan-art, small Alaskan children and their husky companion in the reviews!

Until next time,

Sky Fable

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