Guys I'm scared! What if I can't do this! What if I fail! What if I don't have time to write a chapter, sucky or not?!
Mira: *Appears and pats me on the shoulder* You'll be fine.
What?! When'd you get here?!
Erza: *Appears* Just now.
What?! You too Erza?! I'm so confused. *Faints of brain overheating and happiness*
Erza: *Bends down and sighs* She will be fineā¦
Mira: On with the Fanfiction! It's going to be short! Angst, too *Shudders* But fluff as well!
Chapter One:
What Have You Done? (PT 1)
It was a typo that almost killed his daughter.
A request was put up in Fairy Tail's Guild Hall. A young mage was required. It was a simple training session, almost like a science experiment, to compare a young mage's magic from a full-grown mage's. It wouldn't hurt. No machines or painful spells, just a quick Fire Dragon's Roar, or a Requip into Heaven's Wheel. But the address was typed wrong.
Nashi was almost killed that day.
She knocked on the door made of dark, splintering wood, which was covered in moss, of the house. The house itself was made of cobblestone and looked like a turret removed from its castle.
A man with slicked back, oily black hair, a wrinkled face, and an arched back, opened the door. His smile was impartial, missing many teeth. The teeth that were there were stained yellow.
But Nashi had learned not to judge a book by its cover.
"Come in, dear!" the man exclaimed, putting on a fake friendly tone that groaned and tilted like a door in need of an oiling of the hinges. He held a walking stick made of ancient and twisted wood, which was also covered in moss, like the door.
Nashi walked right in, a bounce in her step, and sat down on the floor. The house didn't have much. Just a moth-eaten cot and a table. Books were piled here and there. It was nice and simple.
The old man smiled, wicked intentions in mind.
That day, Nashi walked home, confused and in pain. Everywhere ached, especially her wrists, which were rubbed raw from the chains that hung from the ceiling. Black horns now sprouted from her head, and patches of black scales dotted her body here and there. Those had hurt as well.
When Lucy saw her, she screamed.
Natsu came running.
"Natsu," she whispered, shaking. She whipped her head around, her back previously turned from Natsu, to show her tear-streaked face. She was holding their two-year-old daughter.
"What kind of camp turns our daughter into a mini E.N.D.?!" She choked out, sobbing.
They slowly walked toward each other, Natsu enveloping her in his arms, whispering that it would be okay. Even though he knew it was a lie.
What had he done?
