A/N: Hi there! Not a whole lot to say for the intro here besides here is the next brain-child that I've decided to send out into the world! I'll explain more about what's going on here later, so for now just enjoy! Feel free to leave a review and thanks for reading! :) - Sviira
I do not own Fairy Tail or Pokemon, however Stella is mine (*insert maniacal laughter here*)
I'm rather envious of all of the people in the world who don't remember being born. I'm like 99% sure that's why babies cry, because being literally pushed out of everything you have ever known is quite terrifying. And I can't say that I was the best baby the second time around, but I couldn't really remember my first time, so I'm not sure. I would love to say that I was a perfect baby the first time, but now that I very likely wouldn't be interacting with anyone who could have possibly known… Meh, I can say what I want I suppose.
Needless to say that I cried the second time. A lot. I was frustrated and scared, and because I didn't have any idea about where I was, the uneasiness I felt initially refused to leave for quite some time. It was unimaginably daunting that I had gone from completely functional human being to a useless potato within the span of a few moments.
I never really gave my mother enough credit for putting up with me. Well, putting up with me until I was able to eat solid foods. She really didn't waste any time leaving me and my new brother alone to fend for ourselves once she was mildly sure we weren't gonna starve accidentally or something.
Once she was obviously not coming back, I did everything I could to make life easier for the six year old who was now supposed to take care of a sack of baby fat with vocal chords (me).
I learned almost everything from him, from walking, talking, and the like, to even the type of magic that I used. I was told to call him "Rusty-nii" and that I was his little "Stella".
Yep, that's me. Stella Rose, younger sister of Rusty Rose. If that name is vaguely familiar to anyone, my nii-san was apparently the future Arc of Embodiment user in Grimoire Heart, the dark guild that attacked Fairy Tail at Tenrou Island.
That was certainly a nasty shock for me, especially to find out that I had been reincarnated into the Fairy Tail universe. Doubly so to find out that my brother was going to be one of the most notorious villains in the country, and part of the reason for all of the bad crap that happens to Fairy Tail in the future.
Regardless of what he would become, he was quite agreeable while I was growing up. We had as normal of a childhood as one could expect two young children living alone outside of a small farming village to have, but Rusty-nii was always especially excited to show off his magic to me, telling me how I would someday be allowed to practice it when I had enough to actually use any of it.
"Rusty-nii, I wanna see it!" I whined as he placed his hands over my eyes. He chuckled at my pout, but left his hands there as he guided me into a chair in our small one-room house. "Now Stella," he mock-scolded me, "that would ruin the surprise! You don't want that, now do you?"
I huffed at him, I was technically the adult here (if we were going off of mental age, although I did act my physical age much more often than not), but I let him keep up with the plans he had laid out.
"Ready?" He asked. I smiled at the excitement that I could literally feel rolling off of him, his hands twitching over my eyes. I nodded my head quickly, ready to see what all of the fuss was about.
"Ta-daa!" He sang, using his magic to create confetti that flew all around us as he pointed to a navy blue book on the table. I blinked, in confusion. "A book…?"
Now, don't get me wrong. I adore books. Many of the folk tales in Magnolia were very similar to what I grew up hearing the first time, so it was a huge part of me. I was just surprised that Rusty had gotten one that looked so beat up and not very well taken care of.
He smacked the back of my head lightly. "No, silly! Look closer at it."
I obliged by reaching over and picking it up. It was indeed a beat up old book, but there was faint detailing on it that implied that it was once very beautiful. It was light, and could probably fit in a pocket if you shoved it in there hard enough. On the cover in old, bet up lettering I could vaguely make out 'Imagi'- something. There was more to the word, but nothing else was particularly legible.
Curious, I opened it and saw that there was nothing inside. "A… journal…?" I looked up at Rusty, confused.
He grinned at me, and held out his hand for the book. "You know those magic exercise I've been teaching you about?" He opened it up to the first page again and handed me a pencil. "Yeah, like how to move it around my body and how to tell how much energy I have and stuff."
He patted my head, very thoroughly messing up my silver hair and shoved a pencil into my hand. "Very good, imouto! Now, I want you to pay attention to this. Write the word cup on the page."
I did as instructed, writing 'cup' in the horrendous chicken scratch found in the lack of coordination given to all young children (and some adults). Rusty then took my other hand and placed it on the mostly empty page, pulsing some of his magic through me and into the book. I jumped when a very detailed picture of the random cup (well, more like a coffee mug) that I was thinking of appeared on the page.
"Now comes the hard part," Rusty murmured, slowly pulling my hand up from the page, continually channelling a slow trickle of magic into it. To my amazement, the cup slowly followed our hands from the page until it was hovering a few inches above the paper.
Rusty cut the flow of magic, and I felt the energy that he had expended take its toll on my small body (and equally small magic supply). There was an equally noticeable constant drain on my magic heading to the cup now that it was in existence. It wasn't as much as the initial cost, but it was still noticeable.
Rusty blinked at the cup in front of us, apparently not having paid attention to what was on the page before we had pulled it out. "Wow. That's… much heavier than I expected, imouto," he murmured picking up the ceramic cup, noticing the cute little panda design on it.
I huffed out a laugh, "Well, that's just what came to mind. What kind of magic is this, anyways?"
"This is how I learned how to use my Arc of Embodiment magic. Papa gave me this book so that I could learn how to use it, but I don't need it anymore, so I'm giving it to you."
I blinked. What?
"What?"
I was confused. I had fully expected him to keep the magic that he had learned to himself, because… wasn't that what people did? None of the other siblings that I had ever heard of in the Fairy Tail universe shared the exact same magic, so I had just assumed it was like a 'wand-chooses-the-wizard' type thing. Well, I suppose the Strauss siblings all used takeover magic, but it was so vastly different person to person, did it really count as the same type of magic?
"I'm going to teach you the basics of my magic!" Rusty declared. My head was still reeling- possibly from the implication that someday I could create anything from my imagination, and let me tell you, as a former Weeaboo/nerd I had mental access to lots of potentially epic creations.
Suddenly, the cup blinked out of existence and I sagged forward in my chair. Rusty quickly caught me, the expression on his face some cross between understanding and worry. "You'll get used to the drain, don't worry."
I panted as he had me in a half embrace, and somewhat awkwardly rubbed circles in my back. "Rusty-nii, I don't... seem to have a lot… of magic," I gasped out as I tried to get my breathing under control. Blegh, it felt like I had just tried to run a marathon with a refrigerator on my back.
He laughed a bit and ruffled my hair. "Magic is different for everyone Stella. What's easy for you might be really hard for me, and the same could be true for the other way around."
I blinked up at him in confusion. "So… even if we learn the same magic, it's not going to work the same way?"
Rusty grinned down at me and winked. "Exactly," he praised.
I tried not to get too proud at that. Even though he was only six years older than me, he took his role as combination mom, dad, and brother very seriously, meaning that any praise he gave had a lot of weight to me.
We lived just outside of a small farming village in Fiore, and the villagers were… let's just say 'unfriendly' at best and 'intolerant' at worst. Especially when it came to magic, which was a huge head-scratcher for me.
I had just assumed that everyone in this universe was reliant on magic for everything, but apparently we were born into a village of this world's equivalent of crabby amish. Hence the reason that we were both parentless and lived on the outskirts of town. Our parents were both mages, but practicing it here was a huge no no. Like a "dragged into town square an beaten publicly" no no. Which is why they essentially abandoned us in order to pursue their careers
Rusty more than made up for it though. He was able to do chores around the town and get a somewhat stable income from the people, and he made sure that I knew how to read and write. He taught me magic, and cared for me when I got sick. Honestly, he was the center of my universe and I was almost certain that I was his.
At his prompting, I began to practice more and more with my magic. I could get most small objects that I wrote into the book to appear and be around for a few hours before I collapsed from exhaustion. Rusty mentioned that I was probably ready for summoning things that were alive, and my brain went to town with that.
I sat under a large oak tree, my book open to a blank page, while I stared at it for a long time trying to think of what I should summon. I needed something small, because going too big or too OP could easily deplete me of magic and kill me.
I wanted to do something that was from my old life, so a low-level fictional character was preferable. "Oh!" I cried, quickly scribbling in the book and properly channeling magic into it. I directed the stream of magic to the space in front of me so that the cutie that would hopefully materialize wouldn't land on top of me.
I scrunch my eyebrows as I felt the strain of the summoning taking its toll on my body, but it suddenly stopped as an Eevee suddenly appeared in front of me. I blinked at the pokemon, and it looked back at me with its adorable eyes and fluffy body and I just can't even right now, holy shit these things are so much cuter in real life!
The squeal of happiness was quickly muffled as the cute baby jumped into my waiting arms and began to nuzzle my face. I laughed at the dog-like creature and hugged it close to my body. It took me a few minutes to calm down from the cute high that I was on to actually appreciate the fact that I had friggin summoned a SENTIENT BEING FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION AND NOT ONLY WAS I NOT DEAD, THE ENERGY COST WAS SIGNIFICANTLY LESS THAN ANYTHING I HAD EVER SUMMONED BEFORE WHAT THE FU-!
I took a deep breath to calm myself, and the little cutie in my arms licked my face in an attempt to get me to calm down as well.
"Vee..?" The little pokemon blinked up at me. I smiled again and patted it's head.
"Yeah, I'm good little fella."
I looked over at the journal at my feet, an entire page of it dedicated to the Eevee in front of me.
Name: N/A
Species: Eevee, the evolution Pokemon
Gender: Male
Universe: Pokemon television series
Availability: Always Available
Power: In universe level 7
Special Restrictions: Cannot evolve, cannot breed
Known Abilities: Tackle, Quick Attack, Growl, Head Butt, Protect, and Tail Whip
The rest was along those lines, but it was truly a fascinating page to look at. I had never seen the book produce anything so detailed about what I had created- or was it summoned? I picked it up and read over the page, Eevee looking over my shoulder.
"Huh, it says you don't have a name little guy. Can I give you one?"
"Vee!~" He nodded his head and licked my hand. I smiled at the little guy and hummed in thought. He needed a good name, and not one that was gonna be stupidly connected to Evolution *cough*Darwin*cough*, but what was a cute name for a fox-cat thingy?
"Ummm, do you like the name… Caesar?"
He shook his head in a 'no'.
"Okay… how about, ummm... Is Kronos an option?" I asked, saying the first name that popped into my head. He blinked at me for a moment before nodding vigorously, much to my suprise.
"Eevee! Vee Ve Vee!~"
"... well, that was a total crapshot, but if you really like the name then Kronos it is!" I cheered.
I felt some of my magic surge a bit and I saw the Eevee entry in my book change so that next to Name it said Kronos. I stood up from my spot under the tree and looked at my new little buddy, "Common, Kronos! Let's go see my big brother!"
