I'm not the best writer in the world. I do hope you enjoy my story. I wrote something on my other account like this long ago but, had to transfer it. Anyways, ENJOY!
"Mommy where are we going? What are those loud noises?" A small child whispered, her innocence brining the older woman holding the child tightly to tears. The child felt the damp cloth of her shirt on her shoulder but knew not to say anything of it. "Quiet child! You must hush!" Another voice. This time a masculine voice. Deep and warm. The voice that often helped her back to bed on late nights her mother worked. "Mommy?" The child whispered once more, followed by hushed whispers of the male. The child knew to be silent now. She stayed still and quiet as the loud noises drew closer. The sounds jumbled together, and she could barley process what was happening. She heard screams of terror as guards began taking people into carriages and hauling them off to the cells. The cries of children sent shivers down her spine, thinking of all her school friends. The rain was loud around her with booms of thunder following them. She could hear her mother crying softly. The child didn't know why, but she feared this sound. It made her think she was in danger. She was.
"We've arrived. Quickly now!" The child felt herself being pulled from her mother. She saw the fire flicker over what seemed to be a dock. She heard rushing water and saw the light house in the distance, flashing in warning to those who couldn't see in the dark. She was placed on a seat on a small row boat and watched as her mother climbed in after her, followed by the priest and his fire. "Keep her quiet!" The child hadn't realized she was letting off small whimpers. Her mother had pulled her from the damp wood and back into her chest where she belonged. The child felt safe once more as the boat trembled and creaked, being forced from its sitting position. "Lord save us, please take our hands and bring us home." It was her mother, praying for help. The child looked up to her mother, seeing the wrinkled face of worry and somewhat relief. The child was conflicted by the sight. She couldn't tell if her mother was scared or felt safe. "There, off the coast! Load your arrows men!" The child stiffened, not liking the sudden change in the noise or atmosphere. She felt the boat rock as the priest stood up, his cross in hand. A magic circle formed in front of his hand and expanded around them like a shield. As the arrows hit the magic circle, the melted into dripping acid, falling into the water below. "We must row our self, Mary! We can't trust the current to take us! Place the child behind me and row!" Her mother let her down, right next to the foot of the priest. The young child stood on wobbly legs, watching the magic circle glow and spin. The soft green color reflected off the water and sky. The boat drew further from the shore as more lumps of acid fell into the water. The child stood at the leg of the priest and watched as her home, family, and past faded. Of course, how much could a three-year-old understand from all this. All she knew, as she would remember, is tears of her mother. For that's what scared young Angel the most that night.
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Laxus was annoyed. He was tired, hungry, magically drained and annoyed. This did not make for a safe environment for his team which were currently trying to find the source for annoyment. Most would guess it was his hunger or the fact he hadn't slept in 37 hours but it in fact was none of those things. His source of any mention happened to be a pink haired lunatic which was driving him to drink...more than usual.
Laxus had just gotten back from a mission that morning. A mission that had left him with wanting nothing more than a hot shower at his isolated home and nice, long, 24 hour rest in his isolated bed, in his isolated room, in is isolated house, in the isolated woods away from anyone who could drive him to the brink of mad. However, he earned no such luxury even though he did all the work on his mission. Normally he wouldn't complain if it hadn't been his team who had forced him to the guild instead of letting him make a solid retreat home. He loved and adored his team like they were his family but a grumpy Laxus is the same as a grumpy, old man. Everything annoys him. Especially the salmoned hair idiot making nothing but ruckus in the guild. All he wanted was five seconds of peace. Between the pile of paperwork from Team Natsu and the loud chatter of Natsu, he was getting even more upset.
"Awe come on Lucy, let's just take a really quick mission! We'll be back in time for your hot springs vacation! I really need to go on a mission!" Laxus watched from his perch as Natsu continued to bug the other annoyed blonde in the guild. Lucy and Laxus seem to have one thing in common; their tolerability and annoyance to Natsu. Both get easily irritated by Natsu's persistence and reckless behavior. Luckily, Lucy didn't have to do the paperwork for the team. Lucy seemed to barley even make herself known on the damage reports. Her name comes up once or twice for flooding a building or drenching the streets and citizens in water, but she really isn't as destructive as her team. It seems to be the other three likes to cause an inconvenience to the guild and many of the towns.
"No is no Natsu! I worked hard for these tickets and I'm not wasting them! Besides haven't you destroyed your maximum limit for this week!?" Laxus scoffed at Lucy. "Since when did he have a limit?" Laxus hadn't realized he had said it out loud until Natsu and Lucy's attention was focused on him. Lucy seemed to be holding back chuckles and Natsu had a spark of excitement I his eyes when he saw the S-Class mage. "Laxus!" Natsu cheered, mildly agitated by his comment, preparing his hand in flames. "I'll destroy that face of yours if you don't take it back!" Natsu shouted, already leaping from his place on the first floor to reach the S-Class mage on the second floor. However, the S-Class mage was not in the mind set to fight with such a dim-witted pyro. With a quick zap of lightning, Natsu was out for the count.
"I recommend leaving while you have the chance Blondie..." Laxus advised, walking down the stairs to reach the knocked-out dragon slayer. "I'll make sure to keep this one in check long enough for you to make your train." Lucy smiled, patting Laxus on the shoulder and lifting her duffle bag from her seat. "Thank you Laxus. I've been trying to leave all morning and this is the last train to Okirab." Lucy shifted her duffle bag onto her shoulder and took the opportunity to leave. She had just left the door when the flame brain woke up from his short nap.
"Awe man! Thanks a lot, Laxus!" Natsu rubbed his head as he stood from the spot he laid on the ground. "Lucy got away! Maybe there's a chance to ca-" Natsu was cut off as Laxus forced a strong punch to his head. "Oi!" The guild burst into laughter as the two makes began a small argument. "Look idiot, Blondie needed to leave, and you were all over her I had to help!"
"Doesn't mean you have to knock me out!" The guild was too full of laughter to hear the large guild doors creak open slightly. The only one who took notice was the old master sitting on the bar closer to the door. His eyes were closed but he could still hear the small creak. He remembered the noise so well he picked up on it even at the loudest times. His eyes popped open and flew to the door which was only opened a crack with a little red head peaking in. The head was a hood covering what seemed to be a person. Though the person seemed short and shy, master kept his guard up as the little red hood pushed open the door a little more. This time, it made a loud creak that once again went unnoticed. Then the door swung open with a large bang as the small red cloak floated to the ground, revealing the body of what seemed to be a young girl. The room was silent now, all heads focused on the small body that had just passed out on the guild floor. Everyone paused for a second before Mira and Lisanna, not caring if it was dangerous, rushed to the unconscious girl.
"They're bleeding! She is badly wounded! Call Porlyusica! Someone help me get her into the infirmary!" Jet who had been nearby hesitated, but was able to pick the light girl up only for a little white dog to coming running in after. The dog barked at Jet, tugging and pulling at the long red cloak covering the girl. "Come on Jet! Get her to the infirmiry. " Mira ordered, picking the girls cloak off the floor and carrying it behind Jet. The room was silent as they watched Jet, Mira and Lissanna retreat into the infimiry. The only noise could be heared from Freed who was on the lacrima call with Porlyusica.
As they went into the room, the door slammed shut behind them, leaving nothing but a silent guild. Everyone was curious as to who the mysterious girl could be. No one saw her face, only the red hood which covered her face. "Gramps...do you-"Laxus was cut off as Master pointed to his office. Master hopped down from atop the counter and made his way past the whispering guild members. Laxus followed his grandfather, watching as the once curious guild slowly made its way back to its normal, loud state.
The room was silent as the two looked at each other. "Her magic was coming off in large waves. I could feel it from where I was standing." Laxus said, sitting down in the chair in front of Makarov. "Yes. It does seem like she is powerful." Makarov sat on his seat which was elevated to reach the desk. "I do wonder why she is here. Maybe she wants to join Fairy Tail and got hurt along the way." Laxus shrugged at that, looking back at the closed door. "Whatever reason, I'm sure she will be fine."
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Lisanna had placed the dog on the bed when the doors swung open and the old, grey haired healer walked through the door. She stopped for a moment, looking at the pale faced young girl lying in the bed next to her dog. She seemed to be observing the young girl, studying her body. The room was silent except for the soft whimper of the dog. Mira was pressing a cold washcloth to the young girls wrists, ankles and neck. The girl seemed to be sweating quite a bit which tempted Mira to pull the red cloak from the girl as well as her over shirt so she was left only in a tank top.
"This girl...did she speak the reason she came here before she fainted?" Porlyusica walked into the room, draping her cloak over a chair and taking a seat next to the sickly looking child. Her hands reached out to feel her forehead, waiting for one of the three people in the room to answer. "No ma'am. She passed out right away. We hadn't even noticed her until she fell in." Mira answered, getting up from beside the girl and letting Porlyusica have her room. "Hmm...She seems to have poison in her system. It must have been forced into her where the wound is. Get the boy out, I have to strip her to see the wound." Porlyusica looked behind her to Jet, watching Mira force him from the wound.
"Lend me a hand, child." Mira walked around to the other side of the girl and lifted her body from the mattress. Mira watched as the girls's long black hair fell forward. "Lisanna." Mira called her sister. "Tie her hair back from her face. So it doesn't stick to her skin." Lisanna did as she was told, quickly putting the girl's hair in a messy bun before moving out of the way. Porlyusica gently pulled the shirt from the girl's body, watching as the soaked blood pulled from the skin. "The blood is dry...Get the old fool. Whoever hurt he is gone. She shouldn't have been able to walk far with this wound and she couldn't have been away for long." Lisanna left the room in a hurry to get the master. Mira sat next to the girl, holding her hand. "She must be in a lot of pain." Porlyusica looked to Mira. "She doesn't have long. Not in this state. I am going to cure the poison from her body, but the wound is very deep. She has a lot of cuts and she seems exhausted and dehydrated.
Porlyusica looked to the child, watching as her eyelids fell open. She didn't speak. She didn't move. She didn't look around. She shed a tear and closed her eyes once more. "Child wake up." The girl looked to the old woman, flicking her eyes open. "Who did this to you?" The girl didn't answer. She only stared at the woman than looked to the side of her hip. Porlyusica gasped as she saw the slight blood covering a guild mark. She quickly took a rag and dabbed at the skin. Her eyes were shocked as she took in the guild mark. "Raven Tail..."
Well guys, I hoped you enjoy this chapter. I know it may be sloppy but I wanted to get something together to start the brand new version of this story. Leave a review and get a shout out! Love you guys!