Hello again, this is a GrayxOC story that I have had in my head for a while now. Never fear, it has a few other parrings that will be mentioned though: NatsuxLucy LevyxGajeel WendyxRomeo ElfmanxEvergreen and a few others.
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This story is rated M for: Blood, violence, possiable character death, and some lemon and lime in future chapters ;D.
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"Mom! Mom! Mom! Get up, get up!" Squealed a young girl at the age of seven, her ebony hair came to her mid back, and her azure blue eyes held the swirling emotions of excitement. The little girl grinned, placing her hands on her tiny hips. "Hurry, I'm ready to take the test now!"
An eye cracked open, her silver eyes glancing at her daughter before her. "Oh, you are?" Came out a rumbling chuckle, opening her eyes fully. "Have you eaten, stretched, bathed?"
"Yeah, yeah, and yeah. Can we go now, please?" The young girl whined.
"Patience Skyla," She sighed, looking at her daughter, who was quivering excitement. "And yes, we can go now if you are fully prepared. Remember, once you pass the test, you will receive your prize."
Skyla's eyes shined, and she rushed towards her mother, wrapping both of her arms around the base of her mothers scaled leg. The warm, iridescent scales scraped slightly against her face, looking up at the large serpent she called her mother. "I'm prepared! Lets go." She said before rushing out of the moth of the large cave.
*Clang*
Snapping out of her thoughts, the nineteen year old's head rose to see who had came into her cell. She knew who it was, it was always him. Every day, he would come in and ask the same question, and receive the same answer.
"Are you ready to serve me yet dragon slayer?" The man looked to be about in his late fifties, his graying black hair was bound at the base of his neck, his emerald eyes scanning the girl before him.
"Keh, you already know the answer you bastard." The woman smirked, tugging slightly at the chains that bounds her wrist and ankles to the wall. Her azure blue eyes glinting in defiance. "No."
His eyes narrowed, walking towards her, he brought his hand across her cheek with a loud 'smack'. His fingers wrapped around her throat, cutting off her flow of oxygen. He waited until she was just about to black out, her face turning a deep crimson color. "Why must you be so difficult?" He breathed, putting his face not inches from hers.
She took a few gasping breaths before she could respond. "Why must you be an arrogant jackass all the time?" She cocked an eyebrow, she was going to get it, everyday it was the same. The question, the answer, the pain, more questions, smartass comments, and then he would just beat her unconscious. A sadistic smile spread across her face as she watched his expression morph into that of extreme fury.
He gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, his green eyes that were staring into hers darkened in rage. He wanted to watch the pain blossom across her face, he drew his other fist back and landed a blow to her stomach. The force of his punch, knocked the breath from her lungs, and her eyes widened slightly. He loved the rush, beating the mighty dragon slayer until she passed out from the pain, it was the most euphoric feeling. His eyes trailed down her naked body, he kept her unclothed just to see her squirm under his gaze, he smirked when he saw the pale flesh marred with scars and bruises from his previous visits. He placed another punch in the same spot, before quickly pulling out a key and freeing her from her bindings, She would attempt to fight back, he was sure of that, but he fed her very little, just keeping her from starvation.
She collapsed onto all fours. "I'll kill you." She gasped out, trying to regain her breath. She pushed herself to her feet, her legs screaming in protest. Her body ached as she moved towards her attacker, only to be knocked down again when his fist came in contact with her face.
The man bent down, putting his lips close to her ear. "Serve me and I will stop hurting you." He snickered.
"Go to hell you son of a bitch. I serve no one." Skyla hissed and wiped away the bit of blood that dribbled from her lips, attempting to stand up.
"Very well then." He said and straightened and kicked her side. "I could force you to serve me, you know." Another kick to the side, and a sickening snap.
A scream bubbled up and ripped it's way up her throat. "You could never control me, ever." She said with a harsh, painful laugh. Clutching her side, she looked up at the man torturing her, her eyes darkened in am mixture of pain and rage. "Go burn in hell" she hissed.
Picking her up roughly by the neck, he slammed her against the wall. "You know, after you submit to me, I will use you to gather up all the dragon slayers, and create my own unstoppable army." He smirked as the trembling girl's eyes widened. "Then, after I dispose of all those who stand against me, I will then declare myself king, and the best part of it is," He leaned in close, his lips barely brushing against his lips. "you will become my queen." He whispered with a chuckle.
"Like hell! I would never be your queen, you sick fuck!" She screamed, thrashing.
"Oh you will, all in due time." He snickered, pulling his fist back and landing a blow to the side of her head.
The world faded into black.
Trudging out into the snow, the ebony haired girl waited for the mighty dragon she called her mother. Her mother wasn't one of those big bulky dragons who relied on strength alone, no, her mother was still huge but she had a sleeker, more refined look to her. With her iridescent scales and bright silver eyes, she was breathtaking, beautiful, and intimidating. Most dragons that attacked her to control the snowy mountain tops that we called our home, were young, and underestimated the great Cashera's power. Taking to the air, she would move around at blinding speeds, before darting in and snapping her massive jaws around their unprotected necks, and with a loud snap and a final snarl, they would fall to the ground. Skyla would watch in fascination as her mother destroyed countless enemies, the pride for her mother would swell in her chest every time she took down another weak creature.
Skyla had been living with the dragon since she was only a few months old, her parents and twin sister had been traveling the mountain pass when they died from the harsh cold, leaving the infant alone. That was when Cashera found her, slightly impressed that a baby lived in conditions when her parents could not. She took the infant and raised her as her own, starting training the moment she could walk. The young girl's power grew beautifully under the dragon's care, she was a quick learner, she took down her first monster - one of the large apes that resided in the mountains - when she was but four years old. Her mother had roared in satisfaction when she had seen her young daughter take down the large ape, even though the young girl was drained physically, and low on magic power.
Cashera taught her apprentice and daughter the ways of the dragon, how to use the power and how to control it through meditation. For some who would learn the magic of a dragon slayer would not be able to control it, and would turn into nothing more than a bloodthirsty monster, taking down friend and foe without hesitation. The training was hard, straining, and consistent, there was training from dawn to dusk with one break, and that was just a few moments to eat.
Cashera moved behind her daughter, her silver eyes emotionless. "Come, we have to fly to your test." She raid bending down to where her belly brushed against the ground.
The small girl clambered up the large dragon, sitting at the base of her neck and wrapping her arms securely around it. "I'm ready." She said softly, knowing that her mother's keen ears could hear her.
The dragon's wings extended out, the iridescent scales shining in the morning sun, and with a quick beat of her wings, she took to the sky. Flying high in the air, the dragon took in the sight of the mountain peaks, her land, her home. "Skyla, this is your test of strength. You about to enter your first real battle, and it will be against a group of rowdy mountain apes, they have been terrorizing peaceful travelers, and even killing them. I could easily wipe them out, but I think you are ready for your test and this would be a perfect opportunity. Do you think you are ready?" The dragon stated.
"You know it, I'll prove that I'm strong! I got this!" The little girl shouted, building anticipation and enthusiasm. Her azure eyes shining in the sun, and her hair blown back from the cold air. The tip was quick and mostly silent, excluding the sound of the wind.
The dragon flew closer to the ground, landing on a less traveled part of the mountain. Skyla slid off her mother, and look to her for what to do next. "It is a group of about sixteen apes about a mile north" the dragon pointed with her of here, I didn't want them to know we were coming, so you will have to walk a bit. Good luck." The dragon flew off before her daughter could say anything.
Trudging through the knee deep snow, Skyla headed north to her test. Living in the snow her whole life, she hardly ever got cold. The cold wind slapped against her face as she made her way towards the apes, she stretched her arms above her head to loosen up a bit. Finally, she could hear the sound of the apes, talking about raiding a tiny village on the other side of the mountains. She pulled her hair up in a high pony tail so it wouldn't get in the way. Narrowing her eyes, she walked forward to where she was completely visible. "You are going to raid no villages, because you will die today!" The little girl shouted, her hands balled into fists.
The apes all turned to look at her, and roared in laughter. "A little girl? What is she going to do? Uh oh guys, she might hurt us with her dollies!" One of the apes came forward, bending down face to face with her. "What are you going to do about it little girl? You from that village? Perhaps we will take you back to your family and slaughter them in front of your pretty little eyes. You like that?" He chuckled darkly.
A light blue mist swirled around the young girl, her eyes blazing. "I was going to go easy on you, but you just pissed me off." She snarled, pulling back her fist and welling up her magic power. "Punch of the ice dragon slayer!" she said and brought her fist, now covered in ice, to his face that was bent down to her height.
The ape smacked into the side of the mountain, his eyes dazed. "Alright little brat, you're just asking for it." He growled and coming at her at full speed, and leaping into the air.
Skyla twisted out of the way, a large fist landing in the spot she had once been. Darting under its legs, she leaped up landing a round house kick on the side of its head. "Kick of the ice dragon slayer!" The other apes didn't move, they simply watched as the two fought, the ape never landing a blow on the little girl. She would move at the last moment and attack when his guard was down. Skyla was growing bored, deciding to end this, just as the ape attacked again, she called on one of her more powerful spells. "Secret dragon slayer art: Ice claws of the dragon slayer!" Blue magic swelled and bunched at her fingertips, creating razor sharp claws made of ice. She jumped, digging her claws into the apes neck, retracting her claws from its neck, she watched as the blood gushed and flowed from his neck.
"Kill her, do not hold back." He gurgled out before collapsing in the bloody snow. The apes stood in shock as their leader was killed, but slowly picked up their weapons, just a simple wooden club about the size of the little girl.
Skyla smirked. "Who's next?" she asked, wiping the blood off her claws in the snow. She stretched her arms above her head for a moment, before getting in into a fighting stance, her knees slightly bent. "Lets go." She hissed before launching her self into the battle. In a flurry or blood and snarls, she took down every last one, her body almost completely coated in a deep crimson. She looked around for another one, about to collapse from lack of magic and energy, her eyes blurry. She walked a short distance away to clean off the blood with some clean snow. She had quite a few bruises and cuts along her body, but none were tat bad. Skyla was still getting some of the blood off her left arm when her mother landed about three feet away from her. The mighty dragon had somewhat of a smug look on her face, her silver eyes sparkling in pride. She had something clasped in her jaws. "Hey mom." Skyla said breathlessly, tiny body burning in pain at every movement.
"You did well, my daughter." The dragon said and set the item next to her daughter. "This is your prize for passing your test."
Upon closer inspection, Skyla say that it was something large wrapped in a thick canvas, twine tied in a knot to keep it closed. She slowly untied the twine that tied it and moved the canvas. It was a sword in a silver sheath adorned in. She pulled herself to her feet despite her screaming muscles. She picked up the rather large sword, it was the type that stayed across your back instead of at your side. Putting it over her shoulder, she adjusted the straps so it fit perfectly. Bringing her hand back, she grasped the hilt of the sword, drawing it out. The blade was strikingly pure white, curved back at the tip, and really heavy. Her arms slumped slightly at the weight, but she could not help but marvel at the beauty. She ran her fingers down the side of the blade, it was about six inches wide and twice the size of her arm in length. It felt smooth and cool to the touch, unlike anything she had felt before. "What is it made of?" She asked her voice full of wonder and excitement.
"Pure dragon fang, my fang to be exact. It fell out about a year ago, and I took it to the best swords maker in the mountains. He spent nine months crafting it into the blade you hold now." The dragon watched the little girl grin up at her.
"This is the best thing you could of ever gotten me!" Skyla said with a goofy smile, swinging the sword around, and stabbing the air.
The dragon's eyes softened as she watched the little girl's joy at the gift, and her awkward swordsmanship. "Tomorrow, I will be taking you to the man that created that sword, he is also a master swordsman, he will teach you the way of the blade." The dragon said.
"Ok," the little girl said with enthusiasm, "I can't wait!"
Skyla was once again jolted out of her memories when she was being moved. Not having any energy, and just not caring anymore, she let her self be moved. She was soon on her knees, her hands bound to a pole above her head. She didn't move until someone cut the shirt off her back. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" She shouted in fury. Finally starting to move, she called upon her magic, but once again it wouldn't come. She suspected she was in some type of confinement that blocked her magic.
"I have grown tired of your games, so you will submit to me, here and now." The old man snarled, and something lashed across her back. A whip. He was whipping her like an animal. A fucking animal!
The whip lashed across her back, and with every lash Skyla would scream out in agony. The man stayed calm and quiet, except for when he said "Submit." With every lash of the whip. Over and over, it didn't end, it never ended. She screamed until her throat burned, it was too much, she couldn't take it, it was too much.
"I submit, I submit! Just make it stop, I submit!" She screamed out with another lash of the whip, her back covered in blood and gashes. The whip stopped moving.
"Do you willingly submit to me?" He asked, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.
"Yes, I submit, I submit." She sobbed over and over, her body shaking.
"Finally." The man said and placed his bare hand on her bloody back, over her heart. Muttering some enchantment, he placed his other hand on her head, still muttering. A thin wisp of white was bulled out of her heart and her mind at the same time, and Skyla's eyes grew blank, devoid of all emotion. Bringing the two wisps together, the man placed them in a small vile. "Do you recognize me as your master, and will you willingly serve me?" He asked, unbinding her hands.
She hit the ground with a sickening thud. "Yes Master." She said her voice blank and emotionless.
"Good, it has started." With a sickening laugh he slung the bloody girl over his shoulder. "Before we put the plan into action, you have to be healed." He said and walked out of the cell, the smell of blood thick in the air.
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