Hey guys! I'm literally writing this just after I woke up. I had the coolest dream and I want to write it. I had to change a couple of things but the idea is exactly the same. Natsu is a little ooc because I needed him to be a little bit more serious than he normally is and he has no motion sickness. He will still be his super goofy self, most of the time. This story has an inkling of the red string of fate tied in; the spinner is the man who ties the string of fate to a destined pair of people.
The contest that I put up for story ideas hasn't been working well for my other story so here is a refresher for the readers of this new one! Give me a pm or review with an idea for a story to enter. You can suggest a chapter for and existing story or an entirely new literary work the prizes are as follows
1st place: a story/chapter, a place of honor on my profile, my email for any other ideas or for just a chat!
2nd place: a story/ chapter, place of honor on profile
3rd place: story/ chapter
I really have no idea where this story came from, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth. This idea, while abnormal, is an eureka moment nearly as great as the formulation of the dream folk. Speaking of which some asshole is telling me that the dream folk is a TV show called 'once upon a time'. Will someone that has seen that show read my story and tell me if they are the same freaking thing please?
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy tail so those bloodsucking parasites that call themselves lawyers can leave me alone.
Listen to the voice of the forest, the wind blowing from a cluster of far off stars. Magic coats the horizon, waiting for the right mage to reach out and take hold of its splendor. For this is a tale of magic, a raw uncontained form of it. When the eyes of the spinner alight on a thread like no other he has woven, a thread made of scorching fire. That was when the magic was unleashed from its ties and our story began.
A winter breeze whispered on the cold dark night, carrying with it the cries of a new born babe. This babe herself was special, her looks strange as her mind.
She had beautiful blonde curls plastered to her head, and shimmering chocolate eyes. Her skin was pale, and her wails rang through the air, rushing through the ears of a dragon making his way through the forest.
His fiery red ears perked up, turning in the direction of the cry. His onyx eyes narrowed in concentration, before he gently loped towards the sound. He glared at the close grown trees impending his way before swiping them out of the way with his massive paw and moving forward.
A large stone cottage came into view, and he stretched his neck to gaze into the window. The little child in her mother's arms stared right back at him, smiling for the very first time. She held him transfixed in her gaze, magic pouring from her soul.
A thread of hot fire, invisible to all but the master of the red threads of fate who stood in the corner, was tied from his claw to her delicate pinky. The knot itself was tied in such a way that you couldn't see a possible path to its unraveling, as tight as it was.
He bared his fangs in a playful way, loving the way the girl laughed and clapped her little hands. She reached towards him, causing a reptilian smile to appear on his face.
Her mother turned towards him as he ducked below the sill, searching for the source of her daughter's amusement. He escaped her searching eyes and reared up to see the girl once more.
She reached towards him, a petulant pout engraved on her face as her mother tried to leave the room. A high-pitched ringing wail escaped from her pouting pink lips as the people from the room next door swarmed around her, impairing her view of the car sized juvenile dragon.
'I like this girl,' he thought, examining her behind the wall of bodies,' I'll need to watch her to see if it's like Igneel and Grandine. I'll come and see her again tomorrow.'
He then turned away and padded off into the forest, the distressed cries of the infant following him like a shadow of guilt.
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"Lucy, where are you?" a blonde woman called into the vast garden. "It's time for pictures!"
A little blonde haired body zipped out of the bushes and into the young woman's legs, clinging to them tightly.
"Here I am Mommy!" she giggled, her little hand fisted on the pink silk gown in front of her.
Her gown was a dark green, like the tree tops, with bright red flowers embroidered all over it. Her beautiful golden hair rippling down to just below her chin, pinned with a red feather clip.
"Come Lucy," Her father called from his place in front of the fountain. "We must get on with this so I can get back to work."
"Jude, stay here with your daughter for once," The blonde woman called as she and Lucy walked forward.
"Layla, you know I have to work so we can keep our estate! I'm very busy at the moment and have no time for such frivolous things," Jude replied as they positioned themselves around the chair Lucy was sitting in.
Unnoticed to the family, a weighty snort rumbled from the woods near the house. A familiar red dragon, which had already tripled in size, was plopped down in the underbrush watching the scene.
While the smelly smoke came from the pictograph and drifted towards him, he sneezed mightily enough to catch the attention of the sharp eared little girl.
Her head whipped towards the forest, searching for any sign of movement. The picture was done by then and her father was already walking back through the garden towards the manor behind it.
She snuck under the defenses of her families staff and snuck into the trees. She listened hard for a noise, any noise that could pinpoint the strange sound from before.
A noise she got. A pair strange and quiet whispers alighted upon her ears, synchronized perfectly.
"What you seek is just ahead and slightly to the left, my young mistress," they called, giggling before their presence disappeared.
"Thank you," the small girl replied, oblivious to the strange origins of the voices.
She barreled forward in the direction the voices pinpointed and alighted on a large clearing. She giggled, eyes wide, as she stumbled into the warm circle of sunshine.
The grass was a rich green and dotted with pink and purple wildflowers. She ran forward and plucked one from the ground, catching a glimpse of a burning crimson from the corner of her eye.
She turned slowly, a shiver running up her small spine in anticipation.
A claw came into her vision, followed by a leg, then a wing. A crest of spikes emerging from red scales followed, topped off by an enormous head with dagger like fangs jutting from its upper jaw. His onyx eyes glowed with surprise at her sudden appearance, hoping she didn't notice the perfect position he was in to watch her and her family in the garden.
She froze in fear for a moment, before relaxing, her shoulders moving from her ears back to a normal position. She gently loped towards him, grace of a dancer eminent in her steps, to sate her overwhelming curiosity.
Her small hand reached forward and came to rest on his flank, stroking his scales lightly. Her chocolate eyes widened as he reached his head forward, gently nudging her small hand. She lifted it upon his muzzle, stroking lightly, standing mesmerized by his dark gaze.
He snorted in contentment, and her eyes widened in realization.
"You were the noise from earlier weren't you?" she asked sweetly.
He nodded.
"What's your name?" she asked innocently.
He snorted again and shifted, bringing a claw to the ground. Natsu he scratched out in sharp letters on the hard earth.
"You can write?" the exceptionally smart girl asked in amazement.
The dragon nodded, lifting her still petting hand slightly with his movement.
"Natsu," she mused his name rolling clumsily off her tongue. "I could get used to saying th-"
"Lucy, Where are you? It's time for dinner! We don't want to be late!" her mother called from the garden, lifting her dress with one hand as she searched for the little girl.
"Sorry Natsu, I have to go home. I hope I'll see you soon!" she kissed his nose lightly before running out of the forest into her mother's arms.
Somehow the crimson dragon had reddened even more, and he blinked once before staring at his nose. He snorted once again before staring out of the trees at the girl entering her home.
'I hope to see you soon too' He thought before padding gently into the forest.
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So everyone did you like it? Please review and enter my contest. This contest has been extended and will end on valentines day 2013! Ja ne!