Hello! A brand new multi-chapt story written by yours truly, I hope you'll like it :) This story's main focus is about Erza and Irene, the other Fairy Tail characters will play their parts here but they're not the main priority here, at least in my story. Now, the first thing to know about this story (and all of my stories) is that canon does not have any power here unless I use it or implemented it in my story and also, my imagination, my world. Hope that's clear guys, any confusion from the story just state it down below or message me :) I apologize for any grammatical errors or typos and whatsoever, I try my best to correct them.
I do not own Fairy Tail.
Enjoy! R&R!
Somewhere in the streets of Magnolia, there walks a student with long scarlet hair tied in a pony tail. She just moved in last week in an apartment with a garage, ten minutes from her school if she drives. School year starts on June 6, three weeks from now.
She grew up having no parents or relatives at all, she was adopted by Grandpa Rob, who later on passed away, and was taken under by Makarov Dreyar, Rob's fraternal brother.
All she knew was that she was found lying in a makeshift wooden boat wrapped in white blanket with a name Erza Scarlet sewn on it. And the rest is history.
Her phone vibrated on the pocket of her jeans, she took it out and saw an email for her from the Fiore Regnum School. Erza immediately opened it and scrolled down:
Greetings,
Please be reminded that the new school year will begin on June 6.
Fifth-years students will require:
Foreign Language: Spanish Ed. 2 - by Gemmua Sanggos
Sprigs and Sprouts - by Lean Morales
Offense and Defense Ed. 4 - by Cedrick Smith
Transferees are required to follow the first-years with the assigned Professor to be sorted into their guilds.
Yours sincerely,
Precht Gaebolg
Deputy Headmaster
After reading the email, excitement run through her veins. Erza never knew there were guilds in the school, let alone students were sorted into them. She wonders what guilds will there be. She's even more excited, there will be teams! But of course, there was also nervousness on her system. Erza figured a nice long bath will calm her nerves down.
She continued to walk until she reached the confine of her apartment. It was cozy and quite big, even without much furnitures yet she doesn't expect it to be crowded once she purchases the necessities. Erza walked towards her bathroom, she was already staying here for a week but she still needs to get used to it.
Some time later, Erza decided to fill the space on her lonely bedroom. It was located on the far right side of the apartment, near the living room. It consists only a white wooden closet, a bed, a nightstand, and a desk. She needs to buy essential things and possibly some shelves to store her books in.
It was just the beginning of the afternoon, so Erza decided to go to the town shops. She bought three three foot shelves, a stool, several frames, and a coffee table for her living room from the wood department, she had it deliver on her apartment in the next six hours. She then went to other shops and bought several things like an office chair, mats, and extra linens.
The redhead then went to the grocery shop and remembered that she was running low on milk. She purchased some and a new cereal brand, just incase. After paying for her groceries (mainly some ingredients like cheese, mushrooms.. she already has a stock of meat on her fridge, and some stuffs wouldn't hurt) she then looked around the shops, seeing if she forgot anything. She already spent three and a half hour just buying furnitures, can't believe it already took her that much time.
Then she noticed a mirror shop named... Mirrors, Erza snickered a bit, well at least people will get the message. Erza then went inside and saw probably thousands of variety of mirrors, exaggerating but that's a lot of mirror. Expect that when you come inside a mirror shop.
"Good afternoon, welcome to Mirrors!"
The voice was sudden and loud that it made Erza spun on her heels, she brought her hand over her chest, what a nice way to greet their customers.
"I'm looking for a mirror," mental facepalm, "that.. fits my style."
The tall old man gestured her to follow him, "What is your preference pr style, miss?"
"Um, something scarlet..? that fits in a cozy bedroom, and some designs on it. Preferably something that looks like I own it."
Wincing at her words, Erza tried to not embarrass herself any longer. She might look friendly and all but she's a nervous wreck, never really managed to stay in a big crowd.
"Hmm, size and shape?"
"Kinda tall or something, just need to see my abdomen to my head. And portrait style, oval shape."
She doesn't need a whole body mirror, there's already one placed on the living room near her television (she bought it on the third day) and frankly, she doesn't want to always come out her room just to see her reflection.
"Ah yes, here from the Royal collection. Fits you, eh?"
Hope fluttered, disappointment came crashing down. The mirror was beautiful, but it's not what she's looking for.
Obvious to the disappointment, the owner proceeded to show her the other mirror. About ten had been shown to her but nothing fits her, and so he pulled her in a corner, then opened a crate like the other mirrors', and pulled a mirror.
"Tell me, dear, how does it feel?"
Erza stares at the mirror. It's absolutely gorgeous, so enchanting to look at. Its steel frames hold it delicately with the crimson swirls wrapped around it, tight like vines. Several small yet tantalizing details carved on it, and on top sits a magnificent looking gem, gleaming scarlet.
"Power," came her soft whisper, "it's magnificent... it's enchanting."
As she gaze upon the mirror with curiosity and adoration, the old man smiled to himself and prepared things as he waited to get the mirror and get the girl to bring it home.
As the night settled down, Erza lay on her side as she stares at the starlit sky. It's the beginning of her second week on her new home, yet she still misses her Gramps and her fraternal brother, Laxus. Sure, they're just literally miles away from each other, but she's so used to their presence and all.
"Shouldn't have taken Gramps's deal."
The redhead chuckled, remembering the deal. Erza will no longer live on the Dreyar's household because Makarov thought that she needs to get out more and be more independent, not that she isn't or anything, to experience life in much different angles. Opportunities come way more outside. Perhaps Gramps had more reasons that that, because their home is really big, fits the three. And she already had a great childhood because of him. But she just shook her head and stared at the photo of her family placed on the window beside her.
"Yeah, should've taken Gramps's deal."
She doesn't necessarily need to miss them that much, because at her new school, Laxus is a student and Gramps is one of the facility there. They just want to get rid of her, she snorts.
Erza then grabbed something beneath her pillow, a white blanket with a name sewn on it. She sat up and saw her reflection, then she turned to her mirror. There she saw herself, and possibly even deeper than that. She snorts at the idea. Her eyes were bright, yet at the same time dull. Her fingers traced the familiar pattern at the back of the stitch on Scarlet, the pattern wasn't that obvious because it was made up of complicated stitches and didn't seem to want anybody to fond out about it. She told nobody of it, because that belongs to one of her very few secrets. She wants to have at least her own secrets.
Sighing, she stood up to try and capture a firefly that miraculously entered her bedroom, her fingers slipped ever so slightly and the firefly fluttered away, leaving a trail of light on its wake. Erza then stared at the scarlet gem and hesitantly rubbed it, both of her hands function as one on the gem and one on the pattern.
Suddenly, she voiced it out. One word that always keep her up to think, one word that was mysteriously on the back of her surname. It was that one word that always drive her thoughts back to her family by blood,
"Belserion."
As the word slipped out her lips, there was a shining light coming from the gem her hand is placed upon. The light was hurting her eyes, so she closed them and looked away. As the light dissipated, Erza look back at the mirror with a rapidly beating heart.
Her reflection didn't met her, instead there was a face in one look someone might've thought that it was her. The mirror displays her of a woman with long thick scarlet braids running down to her abdomen, a small angular piece of unfitting skin on her side and she thought it must be a scar or something, pink lips formed into a quiet 'o' and her lovely pair of brown eyes staring in wonder directly right to hers'.
This is definitely not what Erza expected.