Hello All. This is my first Fairy Tail fanfiction. This is going to mainly center around my OC's Max and Aria. The Guild mentioned is one of my friends made up guilds for his fanfiction.
Spitefire1997 doesn't own Fairy Tail, just her oc's. Hiro Mashima owns all. If I did, Sting and Lucy would be a couple.
In a land far, far away, lies the Kingdom of Fiore, a small peaceful nation of 17 million, and a place filled with magic! Found in every home, bought and sold in every marketplace, for most, magic is merely a tool, a mundane part of everyday life. For some, however, magic is an art, and they have devoted their lives to its practice. These are the mages. Banded together into magical guilds they apply their skills in search of fame and fortune. Many such guilds dot the landscape of Fiore. But there is a certain guild in a certain town that soars high above the rest, one from which countless legends have been born... a guide that will no doubt continue to create legends well into the future. Its name... is Phoenix Wing!
Chapter 1: Memories Long Forgotten
"Slow down Aria. We don't have to meet the client till tomorrow. We can take our time," Max yelled at his snow slinging companion. "Geez does she ever listen."
Aria was running at full speed towards the train station.
"You know what Master says. It better to be early than late," the Snow Mage yelled back to her companion. She heard a flutter of wings. She looked up to see her best friend and teammate take flight. In less than a minute, the pair made it to the train station.
"Two tickets to Hargeon town please." They both said. They looked at each other and glared. Aria and Max have the habit of speaking the same thing at the same time. Master Isten said it was because they were destined to be together. They sorely doubted that.
"The train is just about to leave, so i would hurry if i were you," the ticket guy said. The two looked at each other and bolted to the train.
They got situated on the train as it started to move. Aria fell asleep almost immediately. Max took the opportunity to look at his companion. Aria had chin length, black hair that was always messy. The girl wore very little. Her magic was based on her body temperature. The colder she was, the stronger her magic. She wore a cut off tank-top that ended right before her belly button, showing off her well-toned stomach and purple guild mark; black cutoff shorts and black knee high boots. He, unlike his companion, wasn't much to look at. His hair was an unnatural shade of orange (Aria had insisted on coloring his tips bright green). He wore an unbuttoned white shirt with rolled up sleeves, a black t-shirt with black jeans and boots. He had a requip sword strapped to his back. Aria always said he was a good looking guy, but he was always over-looked by the girls in his guild, even Aria. Turning away from his thoughts, he too decided to get a well-deserved nap.
Aria awoke a couple minutes later in a cold sweat. She had that dream again. The dream was about her past. Seven years ago, the demon Deliora, killed everyone in her village, including her father, mother, and older brother. She lately had been having these dreams lately. She hoped it wasn't a sign of worse to come.
