Prologue

In a small town, somewhere nestled in the country, it was raining heavily. One tall hooded figure walked down the road. His head was faced down, and he was tightening the strap for his bag around his shoulder. He slipped into a tavern, and removed his hood, revealing spiky, bright blonde hair. It was Laxus Dreyar. Shaking the water off his coat, he sat down, and waved for the tavern owner. After the owner came down, the younger man grabbed a flask of ale off the tray, and took a swig. As he did, he scanned the room, before noticing something.

Framing the corners of the room, deep within the crowd, were two men. Neither of them looked particularly amiable, with scars, or tattoos dotting their faces. Both were looking directly at Laxus. On instinct, the young man clenched one fist, with electricity sparking through his fingers. Both men stood up, heading towards him. Then Laxus himself began to rise up, before someone appeared, sitting on the table. It was a young girl, with long, light gold hair that hung about her waist. She was wearing a white, flowing dress and no shoes. She smiled sweetly at Laxus.

"May I?" she asked.

"Apparently you already are," Laxus responded, looking over her. He noticed the men moving away, after the girl sat down.

"I suppose it is only polite I introduce myself," the girl said, "My name is Mavis. Mavis Vermillion."

"I know who you are," Laxus said, with a scowl," Make this quick."

"I always do, Laxus Dreyar," Mavis said, still smiling. Laxus' eyes shot straight up.

"Come now do you think me so oblivious?" Mavis continued, "When I heard you were in the area, I decided to stop by."

"I was looking for my father," Laxus admitted, "I heard tell that he was sighted in this part of Fiore." Mavis' smile collapsed, and she sighed.

"Iwan Dreyar has been lost for months now," she said, "You know that."

"Then what would you have me do?"

"I came across a group of… unsavory folk," Mavis explained, "One of them was carrying a bounty."

"Since when were you a wanted individual?" Laxus questioned.

"Well that was the strange part," Mavis answered, "It was a bounty on you, not me." She then produced a paper out of her dress, and held it out. Laxus took it, and saw an image of him, with a high number. He narrowed his eyes, before crumpling up the paper, and throwing it into the fire.

"Pointlessly meandering about does you no good," Mavis said, "You need to put yourself on other focuses."

"Like what?" Laxus hissed.

"Fairy Tail, must be reclaimed."

Laxus looked directly at Mavis. It had been some time since he heard that name.

"Those dragons must be dealt with," Mavis said, "Rally the mages, and descend upon that land. They will follow you."

"They follow the one who holds the Lumen Historie," Laxus said, "And need I remind you that it was stolen by Natsu and his lackeys."

"Then take it back," Mavis said plainly.

"That is impossible, it is on the other side of the continent, buried under piles of treasure, which are in turn under the bellies of a pack of dragons."

"Indeed," Mavis answered with a nod, "That is why we need a thief."

Note: Yeah, not much really here. Let me just say that college finals, and computer problems, are a pretty gruesome combination. That said, that is why I haven't been able to work on Eye of the Black Dragon. This story was mostly done for fun, and as you can obviously see, its based on "The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug". I will work on this on and off, and see if you can guess the cast.