Full Summary

The children of Fairy Tail are tired of being forgotten. It's time for the world to change.

In the generation after the original story of Fairy Tail unfolded, a Quest of Unknown Circumstances was unknowingly given to a specific person, a quest which only they could complete.

Leila is the daughter of two famous, powerful mages. For over a year, her parents had gone missing on a dangerous quest. It was not unusual for them to go on such a quest together. It was unusual for them not to return. Soon, the other members of Fairy Tail have also disappeared in order to find them. But every time they go, they never come back. Now that every last famous member of Fairy Tail is gone, all that's left is their children. Children that have not yet had the chance to change their world.

Meanwhile, Leila has changed somehow. She is not the same person she used to be. Maybe it's because she has a secret. It's odd what keeping secrets can do to humans, isn't it? This story begins with the Choice. The Choice that will forever affect the Children of Fairy Tail.

Disclaimer: Oh, how stupid. Of course I don't own Fairy Tail. (Rolls eyes.)

Author's Note:

This is my first fanfic, so PLZ review. I really want to know what others think. :)

Anyway, I'm new to this, so I hope I've done this at least a smidge how you're supposed to.

Oh, and warning: There is a LOT of SWEARING.

Thanks for your time! XD

~Redwriter17

Part One: The Choice

They intended to change the world. They wanted a better life for their children. But they had no idea they'd never be back. All it took was a question, which traveled by word of mouth, and all it took was a hand, which reached out to take a slip of paper. And when they did not return, they unknowingly left another quest, a mission that only one other person could complete.

Thirteen years ago

Under the shadows of night, in the place of doom for the righteous, two persons spoke of what was to become of the future of their world.

"It is as I expected," Deroth smirked, his red, unfeeling eyes sparkling maliciously.

"What? But Master, we cannot afford to ignore such threats. After all, our plan is to eliminate them."

Deroth sighed at his overly-excited follower. "All in good time," he said, waving her words aside carelessly.

She did not take too kindly to this.

"Let me remind you that this child will have the potential to ruin every last one of your plans. Rena can already detect it's power. And have you forgotten the prophesy? Wielder of fire spirits, the destruction of Zeref's—"

"I know every last word of the prophesy," Deroth snarled, causing her to jump slightly back.

"Then please tell me you have a mass murder planned," she remarked sarcastically.

Deroth began laughing hysterically at this. "As if I had not a plan in the first place!" he sputtered, spitting in her face. She wiped it off her face disgustedly, then turned back to her currently insane, evil master, glaring.

"Then you are going to need a change of plans. Let us not forget that Natsu Dragneel and Lucy Heartfilia are some of the most powerful wizards in history, and they are only the first of possible others to pass down the name of Fairy Tail."

Deroth's vivid red eyes flashed dangerously. "Do not forget that I am the last remaining descendant of the most powerful wizard in history. Even if I do not grace you with the knowledge of my plan, it will be the end of Fairy Tail forever."

Present Day

Leila

What were you thinking? What were you thinking? What were you…Never mind. It doesn't matter now. Maybe it never will. Because you'll never be back. Because I'll never be able to see you again. It's over.

These terrible, vicious, spiteful thoughts swirl around in my head, never ceasing to remind me of my own betrayal, which hides within every word that I won't allow to leave the realm of mentality and into the physical world, unless I am totally alone. It's a frustration that refuses to expire, that I can never forget, no matter how much I want to. I want it to leave me. I want it to turn away and never come back, but it's stuck to the front of my forehead like an invisible note glued with invincible tape, where I can feel it, constantly pestering me, but I can never take it off.

I want to scream. I want to hurt something, anything. I want to crush whatever is trying so damn hard to break me apart, spit in its face, burn it alive, and laugh my freaking head off. At the same time, this desire is scaring me. It's tearing me from the inside out, and it takes everything I have in me not to suddenly throw myself on the floor and writhe in internal pain and anguish.

What is wrong with me? I wondered. I looked up at the sky through the open window of my bedroom. I wonder if they can hear me now.

"HEY! You can hear me, right?" I shouted at the clouds rolling through the wind like tumbleweeds. The birds chirping in the trees around the neighborhood fled the scene as soon as the loud words had left my mouth, as if they carried some kind of curse they didn't want.

"I hope you see what you've done to me!" I threatened angrily. Silence flooded the streets, as if no one cared. It was probably true.

"UGH!" I shrieked with frustration, wringing my clenched fist at the blue expanse floating over the earth.

"Stop it! Just stop! I can't take it! You're ignoring your own daughter!" I shrieked, feeling myself lose control as my breaths became ragged from the exertion of my shrieks and screams. Still panting, I slowly lowered my head onto the window railing, my arms crossed, supporting my neck.

"Who am I kidding," I said out loud, talking to myself. Again. "You can't hear me. You're in hell. Only people who go to heaven can hear crazy humans who talk to themselves on Earth."

I sighed. My panting had stopped. "I sound like a lunatic."

"Maybe that's because you are."

Huh. That wasn't me. At least I thought. The voice I heard was filled with anger and annoyance, but at the moment, my frustration had suddenly died out. "Well, they always say it's okay if you talk to yourself, but when you start talking back, you've finally cracked," I stated nonchalantly, all past irritation gone. It was a wonder how fast my emotions could change.

"I think you cracked a long time ago, Leila."

I started to feel sleepy for some odd reason. The sun was just so warm right then, reaching down onto my bowed head and seeping through my skin. My eyes drooped. I yawned. "I'm sure you're right. It's their damn fault, though."

"Well," the-other-me-who-didn't-seem-to-be-me observed, rather sarcastically, "This is certainly different from what I'm used to hearing. Of course, you never say anything to me anymore, so I wouldn't know."

"Mmmm," I moaned sleepily, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm always having these thoughts and you know it. I only hide it when there are people around."

"Oh, so I suppose I'm not even a person to you now."

I froze. Hold on a second.

I thought for a few moments. Then realization awoke in my irritatingly slow brain. All at once, my head shot up, banging gracefully against the top of the window pane, while I cried out, "Holy shi—OW!" My hands flew up to press against the flaming pulses of pain resounding on my head where it had hit the window.

"Leila! Are you okay?"

I decided I would have to murder the owner of that supposedly-concerned voice in about two full seconds.

"Leila!"

One.

"LEILA!"

That's it. Two.

And Hurricane Leila pounces upon her unsuspecting prey.

The wind whipped past me as fast as lightning as I fell with a purpose, down from the window I'd previously hit my head on and onto my target: Neil.

I was laughing maniacally before I even hit him as I flew through the air, and when he finally realized what I was doing—

"WHAT THE—"

SLAM.

I crushed into him from the sky.

"OOF!" We both grunted at the impact. I'd fallen overtop of him in an awkward, flattening position. Quicker than he could say anything, I grabbed the front of his shirt, wrenched him up, and punched him square in the face, throwing him three feet backward.

"Mmmf!"

He lay there, dazed for a few seconds while I slowed my panting breaths, my arms tight by my sides, fingers clamped shut, and mad as hell.

Neil's teeth were clenched as he sat up and stared at me. "What the hell was that for?"

"Oh, you want to know what it was for, do you?" What an idiot.

"Yeah!"

"It's for freaking eavesdropping, jerk!"

Neil whipped his body up so suddenly I didn't have time to react, and got right up in my face. "You were talking to yourself."

I fumed, about to snap at him, but he interrupted me. "No, I didn't come here to argue with you, Leila! I came to talk."

"About what? Why would I even want to even talk to you? I didn't invite you here. Leave me alone!"

I turned on my heel, flipping my hair back as I did so, and started climbing up the outside of my house.

The-jerk-face-I-didn't-even-want-to-name sighed. "You know you're not supposed to do that."

I didn't even look at him. I just kept climbing.

"Your parents would be disappointed in you, Leila," he said disdainfully, uttering what he had to know was the word that you aren't supposed to say around me. Ever. I froze, my hand hardening against the wall I was clutching. I turned to him slowly, staring at his hard, unforgiving, despicable face.

"What did you say?"

Not waiting for an answer, I threw myself off the wall, landing on the toes of my feet and falling to my knees, then throwing myself up and charging at that conceited monster. Not thinking clearly, I did something that, in my sane state of mind, I would regret. I summoned my Demon of Destruction.

In an instant, a figure clothed in fire accompanied my side, and I need only have briefly desired it and it attacked the fiend before me.

I didn't even feel sorry while I watched Neil scream as his face crumpled in pain. But it was only for a moment. By the next second, a familiar, hateful, fire-proof sword fell to the ground.

"UGH!" I shrieked at it, kicking it mercilessly until it eventually rose into the air and began tearing at my fire-friend.

"STOP!" I screamed in annoyance. "HELL! DON'T YOU KNOW IT WON'T DO ANYTHING IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO KILL IT WITH THAT WIMPY SWORD OF YOURS?"

It was merely flying through my fire demon without any progress. It stopped at the sound of my voice.

"I know that! I just want you to listen to me for two seconds!"

"LIKE HELL I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU! DON'T YOU EVER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARENTS AGAIN!"

"Please, Leila! There's a lot more going on than you're letting others know about. I can tell." His voice was so earnest. So pleading. So lying. Which made everything a hundred times harder.

My silence, my sharp, pissed-off, deadly silence, was all the answer Neil needed.

"Come on, Leila. I know you're upset. In fact, everyone knows. You can't fool us; we're your family. You need to talk to someone about your parents' disap— "

That word, dammit!

He should know better. He should've known that one wrong word could turn me on in two seconds flat. That boy needs to be taught a lesson about girls.

I lunged for him. But, although he doesn't know a fricking thing about girls, he certainly knows a thing or two about tactics.

The damn sword slid through the air like a butter knife, heading at a hundred miles per hour towards—

"NEIL! YOU DAMN—"

I already swear enough. You don't need to know what I called him.

Seething with rage, I hopped up the wall of my house (well, no, I climbed, but I was so mad and so fast I may have well fallen upwards, as if gravity were celebrating Opposite Day), and swung though the window.

My demon of fire had been completely forgotten, so naturally, it disappeared. But even as I spoke, another demon in the form of a snake slithered around both my arms.

The sword was gone, and instead I came up to find Neil, standing with his (I laughed maniacally as I observed this) burned arms crossed. (Don't ask why he can stand my fire burns. It'll piss me off if I try to explain.)

He frowned. "There's something wrong with you."

I laughed again in the same manner.

"Really wrong."

"Your point?" I asked indifferently, pretending to observe my nails because I needed to focus on anything else.

"You shouldn't do this to us. You have something to live for."

"Like what?"

"Your family. The Guild. Everyone you know."

"And I care why?"

Disappointment played around the curves of Neil's face. "I'd hope you'd know why you care, Leila."

Ouch. That bit me; in fact, it bothered me a lot. I glared at him.

"What do you know anyway, Neil? I said I wanted you to leave. Did you think I didn't mean it? Get out of my room, and out of my house!"

"No," he said obstinately.

"Do you want me to make you?" Venom dripped from my mouth, and the fire curling on my arms flared threateningly.

Neil didn't even flinch. Damn, this guy really knows how to get to me.

My demeanor changed immediately. I wavered. My lip shivered, and all of a sudden, I saw my world melt and felt like giving up. I fell to the floor in a curled-up ball, a strangled-sounding cry escaping my throat. Nothing was fair anymore. And nothing ever would be.

My whole body shuddered, and even though I fought it, I finally let myself start bawling.

Neil's demeanor changed also. He seemed uncomfortable, which, if I wasn't so distressed, I would have found profound satisfaction in. Five long, entire seconds of me covering my face in my hands, feeling the tears fall down my face and hearing wretched sounds coming from my throat with Neil staring at me in a slightly surprised manner, passed. Then he resumed his cool, but he no longer seemed so obstinate, and tentatively approached me. It took only three steps. Then he crouched down to where I was.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice soothing. Or at least attempting to soothe me.

"You've done enough," I croaked. "I never want to see you again. Go away!"

"I can't."

"Why? Why in hell? I want. To be. ALONE! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?"

He didn't answer, but he did try to put his arms reassuringly around me. Emphasis on try. I shoved him off me, stomped out of my room, and headed for the shower. Not that I ever actually bathed nowadays, but it was the only thing I could think of to get him out of the picture.

As soon as Neil saw me walking, he caught my arm and demanded, "Where are you going?"

"The shower, idiot."

Neil let go of my arm, surprised. "Why?"

"Why the hell do you think?" And I continued my stomps to the bathroom. He followed.

I turned around angrily. "Stop freaking following me, okay?"

"Wait—"

"Wait, what?"

"Leila, you can't—"

"UGH! YOU PERV! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT WATCHING ME! GET THE HELL OUT!" I screeched, catching him off guard (totally on purpose) and succeeding in causing him to flee the room, saying as he left, "Okay, okay!" I think he muttered something else, but I didn't hear it. I didn't care.

When he was gone, I sighed. God, right now, my life is hell.

Neil

I sat on the roof, watching the sky as the sun slid under the earth, taking the light of day with it, leaving shades and drapes of color in the sky. I sighed, thinking about her. Leila. Why was she so stupidly stubborn? Didn't she know there were people who cared about her? Didn't she know how many people were worrying about her? Did she even care?

I sighed. Of course she did. She alienated herself from everyone she knew on purpose, so they wouldn't feel her pain. When was she going to understand that what she's doing only makes it worse? We know what's going on, and it doesn't help when we have suffering shoved in our faces. But even though it's hard to deal with, we're family. We help each other through the good and the bad. I felt so concerned and worried and crushed that Leila couldn't see that. She needed help. I just had to find out how I could do that for her.

It started about a year ago, when Leila's parents had decided to go on an SS-Class Quest. By themselves. It wasn't as if anyone was worried. They were known for their power and strength, after all. Well, so were mine, now that I thought about it, and I briefly grinned— until I remembered that they were gone, too, just like hers. Leila's parents had been gone for a long time, longer than anyone expected them to. After about six months, my parents were the first to go after them. When they didn't return, more successful mages followed, until they all had gone and left the next generation of Fairy Tail on their own. Us. We, the poor, helpless, misunderstood and underappreciated children of Fairy Tail.

But not useless. Never. We had powers, and we were strong. Leila could conjure as many as a hundred fire beings. I could turn into any weapon imaginable, as well as retain its material protection. Thank God. Without it, Leila would've burned me to a crisp by now. One of my swords, after all, is fireproof. There was also Jane, Hayde, Li, Mereda… Well, let's just say Fairy Tail wasn't exactly empty, even after our parents were gone. Leila acting like this didn't make anything better.

Click! Without realizing it, I'd kicked one of the roof blocks off in frustration. Oops. Someone's gonna be mad.

"NEIL FERNANDES!"

Yep. I'm dead.

Author's Note:

This was fun to write, although it took me FOREVER! ;D (I LOVE smiley-faces, by the way. Can you tell?)

Oh, and PLZ REVIEW! OR ELSE...XD

P.S. Remember that ANYTHING GOES. Literally. You can swear your flipping tongue off and I won't mind. But if you insult me, well, yeah, I guess that would kinda bother me. If you write anything REALLLLY BAD then I'll just let you know. So… Use your discretion!

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Next on the children of Fairy Tail…

Chapter 2: Forgotten Message

"I found, hidden inside the chestnut drawers, a message, written in the blackest ink, entitled:

Quest of Honor

Type: SS-Class

It was dated exactly one year ago."