I do not own Fairy Tail. I wish someone would tell me if that disclaimer matters or not. Sigh.


Chapter 1

The world wasn't always this way. At least, that's what they say. They say that the world was once bright and beautiful. That green was flowing over the lands, and water streamed in between. They say water would fall from the sky, and make the soil rich and dark. Animals once freely roamed the earth, creating families and maintaining a circle of life. They say that humans once lived out in the sun, walking, talking in fresh air and living amongst nature side by side.

They say a lot of things, but looking at the world as I am now, it's impossible for me to even grasp such a belief as the past. Now, as I look at the barren ground, as I breath the dry air, and as my mouth feels like cotton. Such a world seems infallible. I try to form pictures in my mind of what such a world would look like, but my mind never seems to want to cooperate with me, almost like it's blasphemous to even try.

I feel a small stab of pain in the nub of my upper arm, and I grab the metal where my arm used to be and grit my teeth. Phantom pains are what they called it. It's like my arm has nightmares of when it died. I sigh as the pain passes and look up into the sky from where I'm sitting underneath a large, barren tree. The naked branches aren't nearly as shady as I would like, but it's better than what I normally find during these scorching hot days. Movement catches my eye, and my muscles tense as I squint my eyes to quickly search for it. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I see what could only be a centipede near my feet. My mouth salivates and my muscles stay frozen, but tense in preparation. As soon as it reveals enough of its body from the earth, I snap forward quickly, and catch it. I smile wide in glee as it squirms in my grip, and place the thumb and forefinger of my metal hand on either side of where the head would be. I squeezed them together until a hear a small pop, and beautiful liquid trails down my metallic limb. A broken laugh escaped my lips as I lift it's still slightly twitching body over my mouth. After the twitching subsides, I drop it into my awaiting mouth, and I sigh happily as it crunches between my teeth, and a burst of bitter flavor falls on my tongue.

In this blissful moment, my mind drifts off to a time when I would eat three meals a day, sleep in a warm bed, and laugh with my friends. I look up into the sky and a thought enters my mind that makes my eyes burn. I wonder what my friends are doing right now. If they were successful and living their dreams. I miss those times. Having fun together, working together, and building each other up for the tests.

I look out to the distance, and I can see the top of the city walls faintly peaking up from the dust. I used to live there, inside those walls. There, I used to be happy. There's no happiness here in the wastelands. Only loneliness, and a fight for survival. I stroke my hand through my long, blonde hair before I heave myself up to go back to my camp. As I walked, my thoughts lingered on my life before.

The place I used to live is called Magnolia, a fortified bunker city. There weren't many of us there, only about thirty teens around my age, and around ten adults. Every one of us had our own jobs. Despite these jobs, everyone had their own specialties. Mine was writing. Once a year, a test would be given out to us, to see if we could prove useful to the kingdom. If you passed, you would be transported to the Capital city, and there you would have a career in service to the better of the kingdom. It was everyone's dream. You could earn money in your trade, and live knowing that no matter how menial your career was, you were benefitting the kingdom in some way. And you would be granted permission to have a family if you so chose.

The fortified bunkers are where us teens were kept, for us to grow in our specialties, so that we may one day find our careers. If you are either worthless, rebellious, incurable, or handicapped, you are exiled to the wastelands; along with the criminals, bandits, and murderers out there. There are about seven bunkers throughout the kingdom. We would work our small jobs, our only real priority, and have fun with our friends. I loved my group of friends. I miss each and every one of them.

Laxus was the first to pass the test. It was sad to see him go, but honestly I was only ten at the time, so I don't fully remember him. I could only wonder what he was doing now. I remember he used the be my big teddy bear, he would always scowl at me, but he would let me snuggle on his lap all the same. I remember him being older than the rest of us.

I sighed as I entered the cave I dubbed my home. Well, it was kind of a cave, I mean, it was a hole in the rockside. It was enough room for me to be comfortable in, anyway. I grabbed the bottle of water I had collected, and took slow careful sips. I didn't drink much, no matter how badly my lungs burned to consume it all. I sighed in delight at the refreshment, and looked at the remaining amount. I caught my reflection in the water, and a frown immediately latched itself onto my lips. I used to have beautiful hair, but now it only grows on half of my head. Light, pink scar tissue covered the left half of my head, while my hair grew on the right. My brown eyes were dull and had bags underneath them, and my skin looked darker than tan from all the dust and dirt from the wastelands. I sighed once more and set the bottle down and planted myself on the roll out bed. I let my mind wander back to my memories as I watched the sun set. The pink hues in the sky reminded me instantly of my best friend, and my eyes burned again. He was the hardest one to lose. My heart will never be the same without him.


A man with salmon hair stood out on the dying planes of the wastelands. Thick goggles adorned his face as his eyes scanned the area for any kind of sign.

"We have everything we need, Mr. Natsu."

The said man frowned and turned to look at his co-worker. "Let's go back then." His co-worker nodded and they both made their way to the car. His onyx eyes scanned the area one more time, before he stepped inside. 'Wherever you are, Luce, I'll find you. I promise.'


Alright, so this idea was swimming in my brain, and I liked it so I wrote it down. Not the best idea to post a new story right now, probably, but I couldn't help it. I never keep my documents on my phone (which is what I use to write my stories), so I always post what I write on here, immediately after writing them. Anyways, these chapters will be about this length, possibly more. I tend to write more when they're shorter, soo yeahh. Anyways, I hope you like it! Please let me know what you think. ;) I love you guys! I will lick my cat for you! Muah!