Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, but I own Terra Carbonne, Orissa, and Fleyta Samon
The new guild master cleared his throat. It was a highly unpleasant sound, sounding more like someone blowing their nose, but no one dared to tell Jiemma that. Not after they saw what he could do.
Seven Mages were lined up in front of him. These seven were not ordinary Mages: three were Dragon Slayers, one was a God Slayer, one memorized magic, another controlled monsters with a flute at nine years old, and the last one manipulated space. Jiemma had a vision: Sabertooth could be the strongest with these seven children and no weaklings.
"You seven are potentials for out S-class Mage," Jiemma said in a booming voice. "You can take this guild to greatness. Know this, if you can't achieve this, you're out. Our guild aims to stun the heavens, rouse the land beneath us, silence the raging seas."
Terra Carbonne, Sabertooth's Earth Dragon Slayer, at the time had no idea she would be hearing the last part over and over again for a long time.
"I expect a lot from you all," Jiemma continued. "I expect you to control your magic and use it to its full extent."
"This is a lot already," Terra told her flying cat companion, Orissa, later that day. Orissa was an anthropomorphous Siamese cat who could sprout wings and fly. "They want me to master my powers, otherwise I'm out. And I don't think it's just an excommunication."
"You could train with someone," Orissa suggested. "Aren't there two other Dragon Slayers?"
Terra cast a dubious glance at her. "Are you serious? Master wouldn't tolerate that!" she sighed. "I'll get to work." Standing up, she thrust her hands out. "Earth Dragon Rock Prison!" The earth around a nearby bush rose upward, leaving the bush in a prison.
"Hey you!" someone called.
Without dropping the prison, Terra turned around, wearing the most bored expression she could muster. She saw two of the Mages from earlier, one blonde haired and the other black haired; both were Dragon Slayers. Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney, if she remembered correctly. Sting had spoken to her. "What?" Terra questioned impatiently.
"You seem a little small to be a Dragon Slayer," Sting remarked.
There was no denying that Terra was shorter than the others, not counting nine year old Fleyta Samon. She decided to use sarcasm. "Fleyta's too young to be controlling monsters with a flute. A flute!"
"Fight me," Sting challenged. "I want to see who's stronger."
"Fighting isn't the way to solve everything," Neither Rogue's face or voice held any emotion.
"Hey look!" Orga Nanagear, the Lightning God Slayer, shouted, pointing. "Sting and Terra are about to fight!"
Rufus Lore, the Memory Make Mage, declared in a smooth voice, "I don't recall Master telling us to fight."
"You don't know Father like I do," spoke Minerva Orland, the Territory Mage and Jiemma's daughter. She wasn't that fond of him either. If she was, she was doing a tremendously good job of hiding it.
Terra spread her arms out, "Earth Dragon Javelin!" she was suddenly surrounded by spears made of stone, all suspended in midair around her. She aimed everyone of them at Sting, then they rocketed at him at high speeds.
"White Dragon Roar!" Sting shouted. Every Dragon Slayer knew the Dragon Roar move. The laser like effect of the attack shattered Terra's earth javelins. It kept coming at her and threatened to tear her to pieces.
"Earth Dragon Dropping Lid!" Terra slammed both palms on the ground. A large, brown lid fell onto Sting's attack, trapping it inside. The lid was then drawn back up, shooting the Dragon Roar right at Sting. Sting had to lean backward to dodge the attack.
"Earth Dragon Javelin!" Terra prepared this attack once more, aiming at Sting. When she released them, however, one second they threatened to impale the White Dragon Slayer, the next minute they were flying outward in all different directions. Minerva stood between them, a rainbow colored aura surrounding her hand and a frown on her face. That must have been the power of Territory magic.
"Aright, there's no need for us to all kill each other right now before we even make S-class," Minerva said sternly. She turned back to the others. "Alright, back to the guild hall!" she ordered.
Orissa came stalking toward Terra. "I'm pretty sure I suggested for you to train with a Dragon Slayer, not fight a Dragon Slayer!" she exclaimed angrily
"Yeah, and I said Master wouldn't tolerate that." Terra retorted.
Sting gaped at her. "You have a talking cat?"
Terra glared at him. "Yeah, what's your problem?" She didnt feel like talking to him right now.
"Rogue and I also have talking flying cats," Sting answered.
"Ryos," Rogue reminded. "I like to be called Ryos."
Terra could almost understand why. The word "rogue" was usually used to describe wild things. And Rogue was the opposite of wild.
"We could be a good team," Rogue said.
Terra gawked at the Shadow Dragon Slayers. "What?" She questioned at the same time Sting did. They both glared at each. "Stop copying me!"
"We're three Dragon Slayers," Rogue said. "Dragon Slayers are very powerful."
Sting smiled a bit. "He has a point."
There was no denying it. 'It does sound like Three Dragon Slayers working together would be pretty strong. But don't get the idea that I like you two, because so far, I don't!"
"The feeling's mutual," Sting remarked.
And thus, the Triple Dragons of Sabertooth was born.