Fairy Tail fanfiction set 7 years after the GMG. Future Rogue exists but not as the one who came from the Future 7 years ago. Frosch never died, Natsu was able to warn Rogue of the event in advance and it was prevented by Rogue himself. Thus giving Rogue no reason to fall into darkness or kill Sting. Regardless with time moving on Rogue has long since defeated Acnologia and is now known as the "Dragon King" ruling over Fiore. The story starts off with Lyon who is now Lamia Scale's Master and Meredy, who was kidnapped by a guild of wildlings after chaos broke out by the fault of a war that was started due to a revolution against Rogue. This fic will build up romance between Lyon and Meredy. They are the focus for now but as the fic moves one other characters will play a big role. [Rogue, Minerva, Sting, Yukino, Orga, Rufus, Flare, Midnight, Angel, Gray, Juvia, Erza, Mira, Lisanna, Laxus]
Hope you enjoy and I'm making you want more, because I plan on making this fic rather big! ~
The girls emerald eyes were tired and heavy. The curly pink locks she always took such care of were now awfully messy and greasy. Not much longer.. not much longer. She would collapse soon. She was feeling it. Her feet were getting weaker. She was thirsty and she couldn't walk anymore. She wanted to stop. Lay down. Rest. How long had it been since she was allowed to use a bed? Weeks? Months perhaps? She lost track of time a long time ago. But was it really such a long time? No.
Several months back a war broke out. With King Rogue's crowning rebellious groups formed. It wasn't that he treated the people with cruelity. No, he was generous. He made sure guilds were allowed to act on their own, without any interferance from his side. He made sure every inhabitant had enough money to live. If they were in a financial crisis, he would help right away. He made sure the land was safe in every way he could. Yet, there were people rebelling against his leadership. People who just did not accept him as their king because they personally did not like him, or because they believed he was fooling everyone, he would turn to exactly the same person he had been when he came from the Future 7 years ago. Others just couldn't stand the thought of a member from Sabertooth ruling over them. Even if he showed them, he held a great amount of moral standards. Far greater than the remaining sadistic bunch of the guild.
Yet she.. lost everyone. As if losing her dear mother, the woman who saved her life was not enough, more pain was forced onto her. She was getting more fragile with each day that passed and she wondered just how much longer her petiteness could handle such immense pain. By this point, dying seemed like a bliss. She woke up from her deep thoughts when the carriage her hands were tied to moved forward in a harsh manner. It hurt. But she didn't scream nor cry. She just went along with the suffering, hoping that somehow an end will be set to all this. The things those people had done to her, she wished she could forget them all. Once again her memory replayed the scene of scars being inflicted on her body . The memory never died. And she doubted it ever would.
"Faster! What's wrong with you eh? Useless bitch!"
A rebarbative male yelled, golden teeth shining as his lips parted. She didn't say anything in return. She just tried to keep walking. If she would collapse, she knew what they would do to her. She feared it, but she had no choice. After such a long time, she was getting used to being no more than a slave. A girl without anyone bothering where she might be. This was who she was now. This is what she would have been hadn't Ultear taken her in. The war took everything from her. For so long now she was struggling to decide who to blame. But nothing came up. Ever. She had no idea how much longer they would need to walk. So once again her mind repeated what has happened during the war.
~ (Flashback)
Screams. Death. Cries. The scent of burned bodies. The sound of bones breaking. The helpful cries of people on the verge of death. All of that they tried to prevent. Jellal fought in a way she had never seen him fight before. He was exhausted. He was sweating. They thought they would be able to prevent more suffering. With their combined forces, with the former Oracion Seis they were confident to put an end to this. But no such thing happened. Everyone was occupied fighting. It was then that Meredy felt a rough punch against her head. She struggled to keep her eyes open. She was going to send a blow at the enemy. But she never was allowed to. Her arms were held by what seemed like 3 people. She was struggling as she got weaker, but to no avail. It was not soon that her eyes closed. And when she woke up she found herself in a cage meant for animals that were going to be slaughtered and set on someone's food plate.
Just when she tried to grip the bars she realized her hands had been chained. She gritted her teeth. By no means she would give in to something like this. She was a mage. One fighting at the side of powerful and well known mages like Jellal, Ultear, Midnight. This would not stop her. Calculating, she decided to fire Maguilty Sodom at what seemed like guards. She still could. Fools they were for believing the restraints could keep her from using her magic. She lifted her tied arms, intending to fire the blades at the ones keeping her here, to injure, hell even to kill.
"I need to get to the others and help them. The war can't be over yet." She mumbled to herself just as she readied her arm to launch the attack.
"..."
"W-why…?" Her arm began to shake, her emerald hues widened. Fear overcame her, so much that she started to sweat uncontrollably.
"W-why?! WHAT IS THIS?!" She yelled out, shocked at how the attack would not fire.
In her confused state she almost did not notice the arm wrapping around her neck. She coughed as the muscular limb began to block her breathing. She looked at the male from over her shoulder, struggling to get a clear image of him. "What, did you do?" She panted enraged.
"Shut up. You better get used to this quickly. The sooner you get used to it the less painful it will be for you." The smelly male responded, his breath grossing her out.
"What is this place? Where are we going? Where are my comrades?"
"Comrades?" He began to laugh in a rusty manner. "Girl, you need to wake up to the harsh reality of the situation."
"Answer me! Where are they!?"
He squeezed his arm tighter around her throat;, annoyed by her fierceness.
"Forget about them! You won't see them ever again. You belong to us now. This guild of thugs who do all the dirty underground work. Don't dare defying us or you won't get through this life without scars and broken bones."
Even though her hands were chained, she managed to grip his arm, holding it in place so she could bite him, through the dirty clothing, then through his skin, her teeth right against his bones. The male backed off with a cry of pain. Holding his bloody arm after it reached out of the cage. "Damn it! That bitch is dangerous!" He pointed his finger at her, another male helping him treat the wound.
"Stop whining." The purple haired guy sighed as he bandaged the arm Meredy just bit.
Meredy's head sunk. She didn't understand. How could she be so stupid as to let these people take her? Take her to a place she did not want to be at. This smelly dirty place, so far away from people she learned to love.
"Attention!" Meredy's eyes looked up from the ground when a deep voice called out alarmingly. She noticed a herd of horses riding towards them. The carriage stopped, as did the entire caravan. She tried to see what was going on, but to her misfortune her view was blocked by the other carriages, horses, people, cages, and mostly stolen goods.
"Attack!" The front man shouted out. With the command others followed, using their swords to attack the incoming men on horses. Meredy merely watched. She didn't bother trying to escape anymore. She attempted so often that she got tired. And weak. After all the beatings and all the torture she had to take in without being able to do anything against it she couldn't handle it anymore. It was humiliating. In fact, the humiliation was the worst part. Worse than the pain, worse than the scars that would remain for life. She heard screams. Most of them came from the caravan, not the attackers. They were so few but they had the upper hand it seemed. With more men falling, Meredy was finally able to see the aggressors. There were 4 of them. All of them male. Riding gorgeous horses. Their main man, or so it seemed, since he was the one giving commands, jumped off the light brown horse he rode. The color of his hair matched that of the girl she thought of as a sister once before life changed completely for her.
"Ice making axe!"
Thugs from the caravane now began making a run for it, screaming for help.
Just what caused th-...? She blinked several times after the male took off his shirt. If she would not have been tied to the carriage she would have rubbed her eyes to check if they were fooling her.
….
The mark of Lamia Scale. It was there on his chest. A member from a legit guild was here. She felt how hope built up within her, making her feel alive for the first time in months. But then she remembered that she should not hope for too much. For all she knew they could be just as bad as the people she has been with thus far. Things changed so much and she did not have the chance to stay in touch with the real world for so long now. It would be best to be careful. It would be best to be on her own and look for her former comrades. Indeed..
After all of the thugs were defeated or running for their lives, Meredy was the only one of the gang left. The white haired male hopped back onto the horse he rode earlier, taking a while as he put his clothing back on.
"Alright Lyon. Time to go. This ends our job." A male with a long beard stated in a rather stoic tone, his horse riding past her with him commanding it. The ice mage pulled the reins, intending to send the horse he rode into a certain direction. But his eyes fell on her. No matter how cold and calculating they were, there was care in them. He found himself staring at the girl, finding pity at her state. Eyes observing the dirty rag that served as a dress. The dirtied skin, the messy hair. The bloody feet. Most likely she had been walking for weeks.
"Lyon come on!" The guy with the long beard seemed to be in a hurry. Their two other companions followed without any word, whereas Lyon kept staring at the pinkette.
"Lyon!" Jura called out to him once again. Raising his voice even though he was talking to his own Master.
"We are taking her to the guild."
"Eh? Lyon-sama! You don't know her! You know just how strict King Rogue is when it comes to stuff like that.. Taking criminals in and such, won't be accepted quietly by him!" A man with the head of a lion nervously interfered.
"He is correct. We better not take any risks. She is lucky we allowed her to live. Her comrades were not so fortunate. Untie her and let's go." Jura agreed, feeling no need to go into any kind of deep discussion over this.
"You want to just leave her here? She is just a girl. Look at her. There is no way I can leave her here in this state. This poor woman." Lyon stated. He never was for letting things that clearly bothered him go. If he saw someone in need, he helped them out.
Jura gritted his teeth. He wanted to say something to stop Lyon, but he noticed the guy already got off his horse, untied the woman and helped her on. He thought of saying something but he remembered just how disrespectful it would be for him to defy his master, so he kept quiet and rode ahead, the other two following with confused and nervous expressions. Meredy held onto Lyon's back tightly as he as well began to move. Meredy did not quite understand what was going on. She was too exhausted. The relaxion of her feet and legs after so long seemed like nothing but a dream. She had dreamed this dream so many times before. She was flying now. Perhaps she was dead? Perhaps the pain she had been dealing with made her so insensitive towards it that she wouldn't notice anymore if someone stabbed her right through the heart and killed her. Yes. This was good. The perfect end. The perfect start of something new. Something peaceful. Something without heart wrenching memories.
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