Fairy Tale Fan fiction Note: This is under fan fiction because the ideas of this particular fictional world are not my own. I like the idea of Guilds and different types of magic. This is the only reason why this story is under fan fiction, because I don't want to steal that particular idea. I may throw in some actual facts from Fairy Tail, but I'm not going hard core on this. I have my own ideas about how the magic is used and what kind of magic there is. So no insults or comments on that, alright? This is again a fan fiction because I don't want to steal the idea of Guilds. All the characters, creatures, and most of the magic used is of my own creation.
Prologue:The clearing was cold, white, and beautiful. The snow fell lightly, covering up the small footed tracks that led to the middle of the field like area where a figure rested on her knees, head bowed.
The girl who sat there, all alone, wrapped her arms around her legs and shivered uncontrollably. Her skin was very pale, there was just a bit of color in her obstructed cheeks. The cloak that covered her from head to toe made her look like an oversized mouse. An over sized mouse with eyes the color of the palest tan.
She was small, and skinny, almost like a doll. The girls face was so still it was like porcelain and just as beautiful. Her eyes were just the right size, and rested under thin, pale eyebrows and dark, thick lashes which were frosted over with white flakes of snow flurry.
Her cheekbones were high, and her chin was just rounded enough so her face wasn't angular, but thin enough that her cheeks didn't hold the baby fat of childhood. The girls nose was small, and dainty. Currently red from cold as she sneezed.
She was a pretty, freezing doll that was just about to break.
The girl looked at the snow, her eyes burning as the light wind stung her face. She looked up at the sky and rocked back and forth slightly, as though insanity had finally reached her.
Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke to herself, her light, musical voice shaking with fear.
"Can't let him find me. He's hunting though."
The girl cracked her knuckles repeatedly, wincing slightly as they groaned in protest.
"Have to slow him down."
She froze suddenly, shaking her head furiously, "Never use them, never."
With a sudden change of heart the girl moaned, growing more and more upset. "But they'll help me."
A single shaking hand reached into the pocket of her thin cloak, snatching up a ring of white keys and pulling them out. The keys never left her pocket, ever. To use them was to sign a death sentence.
The girl looked through each one carefully, and stopped at one in particular. The key was simple, a curved top with a leopard sprawled lazily on top of it. The silvery white leopard blinked it's ruby eyes at her. As though asking the question, 'Well? Are you going to use me or not?'
With a delicate shiver, the girl stuck the key into the snow and turned it, a feeling of foreboding releasing butterflies in her stomach.
The flash of pain was quick and burning. White hot fire scorched her veins, she could almost feel her skin bubble. It felt as though a thousand knives were jabbing her at one time in each toe, eyelash, and finger.
As the pain died down, the girl looked up at the tall figure in front of her.
Dark hair framed his angular face, just barely covering his red eyes. His mouth curved into a small, malicious smile as he watched her.
"Naughty girl, you haven't called on me in a while. I've been lonely you know. Down in Hell. The draft is terrible." He winked a red iris at her suggestively.
"Not too lonely though."
The demon smirked, and knelt down next to the frightened teenager, his expression morphing from playful to scarily amused. "Just a few more times lovely, then you'll be ours." He played with a strand of hair that was peeking out from under her drawn hood.
In that instant, the girl made the mistake of looking up. A horde of demons, small, large, grotesque and human. Red eyes, yellow pupils. Horns, wings, teeth, and snarls. 'Belonging to demons... a fate worse than Hell. Ironic.'
The girl shuddered.
"I need a storm."
The man looked at her coolly and lay back against the snow, his dark hair contrasting beautifully with the pure white around him. His red eyes looked at her, amused.
"Do you now? More specific dearie, I'm a charmer, not a mind reader."
"A snowstorm." She clarified, trying to hide a look of disgust. "A big one, I don't want him to find me."
"No? Why are you running lovely? I'm sure if you just handed over the ke-"
The much smaller girl gave him a glare so fierce that he didn't think even he could match it. "No!" The snarl was almost possessive. Seeming to realize what she was doing, the girl looked at her feet, her voice turning soft and timid again. "He can't have them."
"I'm sure I can have someone make up a nice storm for you then. Are you to stay here during this blizard?"
"No."
The demon looked away and stood abruptly. "I'll see what I can do." He stopped and turned back to her. "Remember, just a few more times, than you'll get to meet your maker. Quite literally." He turned back around, mist starting to gather as he prepared to portal back.
"Wait."
The demon waited.
"I want one of them with me, just to watch. To let me know if he's there."
With a smile full of sharp teeth aimed away from the girl, the demon disappeared, his voice echoed around the clearing. "As you wish lovely."