Edit: 03-02-2019


Hi guys!

Here's my latest FanFic, please enjoy! The second chapter is already finished as well, though I'm not quite satisfied with it just yet.

I also want to apologize for the long hiatus.. I've been gone for nearly three years now and I honestly have no decent excuse for being absent for that long. I'll try to make up for it, but I can't promise that I'll be able to update every week like I used to. (studies and social life and such)

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail and sadly never will...


SweetLoveAngel2

A Princess' Dragon Tale - Chapter 01, Prologue: Once upon a time…


When I was small, my daddy used to tell me stories about pretty princesses who lived in big castles, handsome princes that would always prevail, and dangerous dragons that were born from evil. I never really believed any of it because they were nothing more than fairy tales to me – stories that kept my thoughts from the monsters that were hiding under my bed.

The stories were always the same; a fairy tale about a pretty princess, a good prince, and an evil dragon. So, after a while, those precious stories became childish and I used them as an excuse to get the attention of my beloved father who would elsewise not even have the time to look at me due to his work. If he would have just sat there, near my bedside and wouldn't have said a word, I would've been just as happy. What made it precious weren't the stories he'd tell, it was him. He would always tell those stories with so much emotion, his voice deep and warm and he would whisper at the scary parts, which always made me hide beneath my blanket in anticipation.

My dad was the best storyteller I've ever met, but that came to an abrupt end when mom got sick. Mom's body seemed to be sucking all the light out of her eyes to the point where father couldn't even look at her anymore. She must've been so lonely. It pains me to think about it, but I know exactly what kind of emotions and thoughts must've rushed through her mind in those lonely weeks.

My home was never the same again and my father grew cold towards everybody, including me. So, I knew what it felt like to be avoided and ignored by a person you love very much. Even though I never left mom's side, she still missed the man she loved so much and there was no way I could ever compensate for that kind of love. And so, in an attempt to return some of her light, I started telling her stories. Fairy tales about pretty princesses who lived in big castles, handsome princes that would always prevail, and dangerous dragons that were born from evil.

However, not once did I make her smile the way dad had made me smile so many times before.

I couldn't get a handle on it as to why she always looked at me with those conflicting eyes. I could see she was happy, but something on the inside was eating away at her as well.

On a late summer's night, on the evening before my coming of age ceremony, my mom used that last night to tell me to run away. To run as fast as I could and never look back. "Go and find out if the world is really like those fairy tales and come tell me your story." I'll never forget those words because in that instant, my whole life was turned upside down. I ran away that night, leaving behind everything that I had grown accustomed to after almost sixteen years of being spoiled.

During my travels, those precious stories that my father had told me, soon became very important. The memories and the feelings of those fairy tales lingered inside of me and I found myself categorizing everyone I met into groups of good and evil. I did it subconsciously and I wasn't even aware of it until I met a dragon, who against all of my expectations, had the warmest heart of anyone I've met in my young seventeen years of existence.


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