I haven't written fanfiction in a while… So I apologize if this is no good. Also, I am currently in college and am about to try to earn my PhD so I rarely have free time. This means this will be uploaded very sporadically. Of course if people seem to like the story, I will try to update more frequently. Also, I will be including some characters of my own and if you don't like them then you don't have to read… Just to clarify. I do not own Fairy Tail or any mentioned references to any other form of published material. I may accidentally or purposefully include plot devices or characters from other anime, stories, and the like but I will try to reference them if I do. Please tell me about any mistakes if you happen to have the time and tell me what you think. Thank you for reading in advance and I hope you enjoy!

~~~Fairy Tail~~~

It was a still night.

She could feel the windless darkness smothering any noise that normally echoed throughout the forest she called home. No sound of crickets or birds… No breeze to lift the heavy feeling in the air. It was as if the earth itself was holding its' breath; about to plunge into some unknown abyss.

She sighed. It was not a night she wanted to be out. A foreboding feeling was telling her to turn around and stay in her comfortable tree house before some annoyance arose. Or maybe some danger.

She sighed again. "Humans" she thought. "It feels like I am going to get tangled in some other human's matters…"

But that was ridiculous. Humans rarely ventured into her forest. She made sure of that. The only people who dared visit were always associated with that old master of Fairy Tail…

"Makarov…" She whispered.

He always did manage to keep in touch. It had been many years since they had first became acquainted. First became friends.

She frowned. "Damn memories."

He always was a nuisance. Even now, he would bring some young upstart for her to fix after some traumatic experience. Or himself.

The old woman visibly shuddered. The last time she had been forced to help him, the vehemence with which she denied treating him at first was quickly dropped when she saw his condition. She had thought that was it. The old mage had surely used up the last of his lives. She had not even listened to the explanation the young hothead and armor wearing mage who had brought his crippled form to her house had supplied. As they were saying something about 'Hades and Bluenote of Grimoire Heart' or 'Tenrou Island' she had already begun looking over her old friend's prone form.

The old man had looked so close to death, she was still amazed that he had managed to walk back to his beloved guild on his own two feet only two weeks ago. The healer had been unsure if she could save her friend this time, and she was grateful he was better. There had been so many wounds and he was so depleted of magic…

Polyursica humphed to herself as she walked along the well known path. At least she had her house back now. And it was the night of a full moon. The mushroom which she needed to make her special rejuvenating potion only sprouted when the moon was at its fullest. No matter how strange the air felt, she needed to get to her destination. Preferably without interruptions.

As the old healer approached the cold spring where her mushrooms thrived, she knew something was wrong. Very wrong. Where there should have been only the soft sounds of bubbling water and whisper of grass, her ears detected another noise. A terrible noise. One she was dreading.

The sound of breathing. Human breathing to be specific.

The pool came in to view and she sighed miserably. No mushrooms were worth this. Why did she ignore her instincts? Why didn't she stay home?

It was two young people. A boy and a girl she deduced as she drew closer. Both were sleeping peacefully a small distance away from each other. She drew closer to the nearer of the two, the young man.

He was of average height and build, wearing no shirt or shoes but only unremarkable brown trousers. His long, dark brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail that was splayed on the ground next to him. His shorter bangs obscured his closed eyes and he was slightly tanned. He snored softly as he lay on his back, arms and legs splayed out comfortably. Overall, a very average looking human. So Polyursica turned toward the young woman next.

She was also abnormally… normal looking. Long, light brown hair fanned behind her curled up form as she slumbered peacefully. She was rather short and stocky for a human, not either very thin or chubby though it was rather hard to tell with her in a fetal position. She was wearing an unflattering brown dress of the same material the boy wore and was rather pale. The mage noticed indifferently the girl possessed smaller breasts than the old woman was used to seeing on girls these days. Then again… it could be Makarov's preferences with who he let in his guild. Old pervert.

She shook her head vigorously. Now was not the time to think about that sort of thing. She wished fervently that she had stayed home tonight. Maybe she could just leave and they would never know…

"Mmm…"

Well, that hope was dashed Polyursica thought miserably as the young man stirred and began to sit up. He blinked twice, looking around the clearing until his gaze came to rest upon the girl. His head tilted to the side, confused. Then he noticed Polyursica staring at him.

"Wha-" He started before yawning loudly. He blinked groggily again.

"Where am I? Who are you?" He asked politely, almost nervously. He seemed to sense she was not pleased about something. What he didn't know was it was entirely his fault for interrupting her routine with his… humanness.

"I have no idea," she quipped shortly.

She nearly turned to leave before a strange urge caught her. She sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time that evening. Her compassion was really going to kill her one day. She abruptly walked over to where the boy was still sitting with a perplexed expression, looking at his still sleeping companion.

He flinched as she jammed her fingers to his forehead harshly, releasing her magic to check for injuries and sickness. The tingling feeling of magic power passed when she learned all she wanted to know. The boy was fine, maybe a cut on his face from her fingernail but otherwise perfectly healthy. She turned to the girl.

"Hey, wait a sec-" The boy started as she did the same to the girl, though a little gentler.

Power again rushed from her fingertips, exploring the girl's body for any affliction. She really was too kind, especially to humans. Makarov and his Fairy Tail children must be rubbing off on her. Just as she was about to pull away, satisfied she could leave without any bad aftertaste, a jolt sparked through her.

The old mage's eye narrowed. "What is that?"

As she was about to investigate deeper, the boy interrupted.

"May I ask what you're doing?" He winced, rubbing his forehead. "Who is that anyway?"

"Shhh!" She snapped, annoyed. He looked gave her a subdued look and fell quiet again. She turned her attention back to the sleeping girl. Searching again for the strange disturbance, she focused her magic.

There! A heavy dark aura, sickening and oppressive pulsed ominously in the girl's stomach and wove itself into the girl's own essence. The mage shuddered. A seal. A powerful one at that. It was siphoning the young girl's power, confirming in Polyursica's mind that both humans were mages. She had felt power in both but this girl had some sort of barrier inside her, weakening and feeding off her very life force.

"Shit!" The old mage cursed. She swore heavily as the boy looked on in surprise and trepidation. She turned swiftly to address him.

"You," she barked. "Pick her up and follow me. Now!"

The young man scrambled to his feet and hovered over the girl. He bit his lip nervously before gently picking her up and slinging her over his back. When she was securely draped over his back, he hooked his arms under her knees and jogged quickly after the old woman. Walking briskly, she muttered darkly under her breath. She hated how humans always managed to invade her privacy. But she hated more how she could never seem to ignore a person in need.

"So… Um…" The young man started. He looked at his feet as they walked. "What is your name? And why am I following you?"

"Polyursica," she stated tersely. "Your friend is in need of help. Though I do not specialize in curses, I can help some. So I will."

"She's… Not my friend," he said slowly. "I actually have no idea who she is. But thank you Ms. Polyursica." He smiled softly.

Ms. Polyursica? She almost chuckled. That was new. She glanced over at the boy who seemed to be lost in thought.

"So who are you anyway?" She asked briskly. "And how did you come to be sleeping in that clearing with a girl you've never met before? Any idea who placed a seal on her?"

"My name is Alan," he said slowly. "The last thing I remember… Is being locked up. In some sort of tube thing." His face scrunched up in concentration. "It's all kind of fuzzy honestly. Maybe she was locked up too?"

"Perhaps," Polyursica stated. That was no help. Well in any case, it looked like she was stuck with humans again for a while.

"Ah… There goes my privacy" She thought with despair as her house came into view.

Why was she so damn nice?

~~~Fairy Tail~~~

Well… There's the first chapter. Liked it? Hated it? I'd love to hear your opinion. By the way, Polyursica will not be a main character as this story progresses. Important yes, but not a main character. This will pick up in the next chapter so thank you for reading!