AN: Hello everybody! I hope you are all having a FABULOUS day so far! Welcome to, *drum roll please,* "Prima."! I really wanted to begin another story before school starts again, so here it is! I would like to say that I am beginning to write this on August 21th, 2014. I had an open house today for school, which reminded me all to much that I would need to get to work on more stories. This may start off as a one-shot, but if the feedback is nice, it will defiantly become a chapter story. SO IF YOU LIKE THIS STORY, REVIEW, FAVORITE, AND FOLLOW IT AND IT WILL BECOME A CHAPTER STORY! Anyways, I don't have a reminder for this first chapter, so let's get on with the story!
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is Hiro Mashima's baby, and stealing babies is WRONG. Ya' hear me? WRONG. I do own my OC though.
"H-Hello." I stammered in utter fear at the group of men towering over her.
"Shut yer' mouth girly." one of them snapped, swinging a punch at my face. I snapped my head back, dodging by only the skin of my teeth. I looked at the scrapes on my hands, cringing at the sight. The very thought of blood sent a shiver down my spine.
"W-What are you going to do with me?" I quivered, remembering the group of me that were still standing in front of me.
"What do ya' think?" another said, a smirk developing on his face. He reached for my waist, slipping a hand up my shirt.
"PERVERT!" I screamed, kicking him in the face as hard as I could.
"Why you little-" he screamed, holding his face in his hands.
I scrambled to my feet, dashing away as fast as I could. I had to outrun them. I wasn't going to let them touch me. I cast a glance over my shoulder, sizing up my pursuers. I was being chased by at least 4 men, the one I had kicked trailing behind, obviously in some degree on pain.
I took bigger strides, gaining more distance from them. I sped up even more, turning corners with immense speed. I weaved through crowds of people, not looking behind me. Only when I was in an area with only a few people dotted around is when I looked behind me. Nobody was even in my view distance. I gasped for air, suddenly realizing how much I needed it. I slumped to my knees, clutching my heart with one hand. I sat down properly, still gasping for air, trying to rebuild some stamina in case I needed it again. I examined my body, surveying the damage that had been done. I had only a few cuts on my legs and arms, as well as some scrapes on my hands. I began taking mental notes on how to properly asses them when I heard footsteps approaching me. I shot up faster than humanly possible, running as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
"Hey! Wait up!" a voice called, I cast a small glance over my shoulder, squinting as I tried to make out who was calling for me. I slowed my pace drastically, letting the people come closer so I could see them easier. As they came into a better range, I made out 5 people. Were these my chasers? I prepared to run away again when I heard one of them call out.
"Hey! Don't run away!" I froze in my tracks, out of curiosity and fear. What were they going to do?
They broke into a run, catching up to me. I took a good look at the approaching figures. I saw that they weren't my pursuers, but a rather odd-looking group of teens. They were made up of an assortment of a pink-haired and raven-haired boy, as well as a beautiful scarlet-haired girl as well as a blond one and a short, blue-haired one that looked extremely young compared to the others.. I collapsed to my feet, out of relief and exhaustion. I took deep breaths again, regaining bits of energy.
"Why were you running so fast like that?" the blonde-haired girl rested a hand on my shoulder, finally caught up to me.
"I was being chased by a group of men." I shyly admitted, my high-pitched voice sounding rather quiet.
"Were there 5 of them? Tall, muscular, tattooed men?" The red-haired woman demanded me. I strained to remember the appearances of my attackers. What she was describing seemed to fit the bill for them.
"Y-Yes." I squeaked out.
"Don't worry we're gonna stop em'!" the pink-haired boy cried out, slamming his fist into his hand, a smile appearing on his face.
"I'm Lucy. This is Erza, Gray, Natsu, Wendy and Happy." this girl, Lucy, gestured to said people with her hand.
That's when I saw it. The guild mark on her hand. My eyes widened, my mouth gaping as I backed away, covering my mouth with one hand.
"What's the matter?" the man, Gray, asked me, confusion obvious in his eyes.
"S-Stay away!" I shrieked, beginning to run away in fear.
"What did we do wrong?" Natsu cocked his head to the side.
"Erm. T-thanks for going after those guys. I should really be going now." I called, turning my back to them sprinting again. Only a few meters away was when my left foot was snagged by a rock, causing me to fall to my feet. I landing very awkwardly on my foot, hearing the, SNAP, of bone. I screamed out in anguish. This was the definition of pain. I held my foot in my hand, hugging it close to me. I let tears fall from my eyes, soaking my cheeks. I had been hurt before, but this was an all-time high on the pain-o-meter for me.
"Hey! Are you alright miss?" the short, young girl asked me, suddenly right by me.
"Y-yes. I am." I said hurriedly, trying to scramble away from her, my probably broken foot not allowing it.
"Please! Let me help you!" she begged me, desperation in her eyes.
"N-no! I'll be fine! Just, stay away from me." I dismissed her, staggering to my feet, only to topple back to the ground.
"Please!" she begged again, dashing to my side.
"No!" I gasped, the pain surging through me again.
She ignored my protests, already letting a green light engulf her hands as she held them above my foot.
"STOP!" I gasped, squirming away. She continued to ignore my pleas, still trying to use magic to heal me.
She kept continuing to heal me. I felt the pain easing way, dissolving into nothingness.
"There." she said, proud of her work.
I stared at my foot, rolling it in circles, testing it to make sure it was really healed. I hopped to my feet, preparing to run away again. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I yelped out in surprise, turning to see, Natsu was it?
"Why are you running away from us?" he asked me, concern glazing his face.
"I'm not going to say." I whispered, struggling out of his grasp. His hand was firm on my shoulder, not allowing my escape.
"You can tell us! We're your friends! Your nakama!" he smiled a toothy grin at me.
I stared at my shoes, not wanting to speak.
"Erm. Pardon me for asking, but why are you wearing those shoes?" Erza sternly asked me, motioning to my feet.
I kept my gaze locked on them. To most people, they would seem weird, but I was wearing a pair of pale pink ballet shoes, the ribbons flowing behind me.
"Reasons." I choked out, still not looking at them. I didn't feel Natsu's hand leave my shoulder so instead I just gave up, crumpling to the ground.
"What's your name?" Lucy asked me, sympathy in her eyes.
"Primrose. But people called me Prima." I whispered. "Like a Prima Ballerina."
"Oh, because of your shoes." Lucy noticed.
"Sure." I sighed.
"Now, why were you running away so scared like that?" Gray asked me.
"Horrible history with mages." I said bluntly.
"Horrible? What happened to you?" Lucy gasped, concern edging her voice.
"I'm not saying." I said, shying away from this overly perky girl. The very thought of remembering sent a slight shiver down my spine.
Suddenly, the edges of my vision blurred.
"Dammit. Another Flashback!" I hissed.
The 5 mages glanced at each other in confusion.
I felt as if the entire world was swaying underneath my feet. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that would help the situation. It wasn't painful, it was more uncomfortable.
A scene began playing out in my head.
"What's your name little girl?" a man asked me, holding my chin up with a finger.
"Don't touch me!" I snapped, squirming out of his grasp.
"Why not? I'm just being friendly. We should get to know each other better now that you're going to serve me." his eyes sparked with menace.
"S-Serve?" I fretted, trying to comprehend everything.
"Yes. You are now my servant. You shall do everything I desire you to, without complaint. Now, I order you to tell me your name." he rolled his eyes.
"Primrose." I muttered.
"Speak up!" he snapped,
"PRIMROSE." I screamed at him.
"That's a lovely name." he told me, turning around.
"Aren't you going to tell me yours?" I snarled at him.
"Hmm? Oh yes, it's Jellal." he called over his shoulder.
"I will not let you treat me like a slave Jellal!" I yelled at his fading figure.
"Jellal! Come back here! Jellal!" I kept yelling, wanting to sent a punch right to his face.
"Shut it. I don't want to hear a peep out of you." he yelled back at me. "You should be lucky, wouldn't you rather be a servant for me? Your only other option is being forced to build the Tower of Heaven with the others."
"T-tower of heaven?" I whispered.
"Of course, this is much better in my opinion." he told me. "Here you'll be treated some-what decent."
Decency. I had never known hat word. I had been abandoned as a child by my parents, and had been on the run since. I had always been treated like filth, seeing as I was always so skinny, desperate, and quiet.
"Tell me something Primrose. Are you capable of magic?" he asked me curiously.
I smiled, "Yes! I can use magic! It's not strong, but still."
His eyes narrowed at me. He raise a hand in my direction. A deep purple aura engulfed his hand.
"Not anymore." he told me with disgust in his voice.
"W-What?" I squeaked out.
He shot a beam of purple colored magic from his hand at me.
I screamed in pain. I felt as if life itself was being sucked from me. My vision blurred, my limbs shook with spasms. I felt my body grow weak, and limp.
"What's happening?" I shrieked in pain.
"Your magic is gone. You are now helpless. If you ever wish to get it back, you will need to serve me without hesitation. Got it?" he snapped, lowering his hand.
"Yes Sir." I lowered my head, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
I shook my head, ridding myself of the memory. As my vision cleared, I saw Erza staring at me with widened eyes.
"J-Jellal." she whispered. "Why were you saying his name?"
"Don't utter that retched name in front of me." I snarled at her, my eyes narrowed. I must've been saying his name while I was unresponsive.
"Were you enslaved at the tower of heaven?" she asked, an unknown emotion in her eyes.
"Yeah. I didn't build it though. I was a servant to Jellal." I told her quietly.
"I was a child who built the tower." she told me.
"Wonderful." I rolled my eyes.
"Wait, couldn't you just use a your magic to escape." Natsu asked me.
"Magic?" I whispered.
"Yea. I can sense a crap ton of magic energy coming from you. Why didn't you just bust out?" he stated.
"You must be mistaken, I'm not a mage anymore." I denied him.
"What do you mean, anymore? What happened to your magic?" Lucy asked me.
"It was taken. I'm not allowed to use it. Jellal rid me of it to ensure that I wouldn't retaliate against him. It's been almost 6 years since I've escaped his grasp. After that a foster father found me, and took me in." I wistfully said, looking at the sky. "I've never tried using magic since."
"I'm so sorry Prima." Lucy pulled me into a hug.
I let out a gasp, pulling away from her instantly.
"What was that?" I gasped, backing a few steps away from her.
"A hug?" Lucy seemed confused. She then covered her mouth with a hand.
"Don't tell me you've never been hugged before?" she asked me sympathy in her eyes.
"Nope." I said, turning my back on them. This was very uncomfortable for me.
"I'll be off then." I called over my shoulder.
"Why are you leaving? What did we do?" Lucy called.
"I don't trust any mage. That includes you guys." I said. I sped off again, my energy replenished. I felt tears brimming at my eyes. I hadn't had any sort of flashback for weeks now. Why did it have to be THAT one. I ran faster, gaining distance from the 5 mages. I glanced at my feet. I saw the long, pastel ribbons of my shoes flowing behind me. I glanced up again keeping my eye on the distance ahead. I closed my eyes, letting the wind flow through my hair. As I was running, my eyes still closed, I rammed into something, someone rather. Natsu?
"Eep! Get away!" I shrieked in surprise. "How did you get here?"
"Happy flew me." he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"What's a Happy?" I asked him.
"An Exceed." he explained.
"AYE!" a new voice sounded from behind him. A blue, talking, flying cat. I blinked at him. Was this my imagination?
"Whatever. What do you want?" I sighed at Natsu.
"I wanted to apologize to you." he smiled a big, toothy grin.
"Apologize? What for." I asked him, my high voice sounding even higher.
"You said you didn't trust us. So I thought it was something we did." he explained to me.
"You're apologizing for that." I muttered.
"Of course! I don't want to make anyone sad." he smiled at me again. "Your name's Primrose right?" he asked me. I just dipped my head ever so slightly.
"How'd you get the name Prima?" he asked. This guy was starting to bug me. I just wanted to run away, and find some peace and quiet.
"If I tell you, will you leave me alone?" I shyly asked him, closing my eyes. He shook his head up and down violently. I sighed.
"I was given these shoes when I was 12." I motioned to my ballet shoes.
"A stranger saw me hopping around a stream, hopping on and off rocks, twirling around the bank, just like a ballerina. He developed a fondness towards me. He offered to take me in, to feed me, give me shelter, just like a father-figure. I agreed instantly, seeing as I was in need of the main life necessities. We had many fun times together. He taught me how to survive in this world, as well as home-schooling me. He said he was going away one day, for a long time. It made me sadder than I had ever been before, since I had loved this man as I would have my real father. Before he left though, he gave me these shoes, calling me a ballerina, the way I was always leaping around. I just figured out the name Prima for myself, since he had always told me about prima ballerinas."
"Cool Story." Natsu nodded.
"Aye!" Happy agreed.
I dusted myself off. I glanced at the 2. I saw Natsu staring at me, wonder in his eyes, as well as something else I couldn't identify. The wind blew through my periwinkle-colored hair, causing it to tickle my nose a bit. I stared at Natsu, while he stared at me.
"Erm. Why are you staring at me?" I rubbed my head in embarrassment.
This was even more awkward than before.
"Natsu?" Happy asked, prodding his shoulder. "You broke him Prima!" he cried.
"Nah, I'm fine." Natsu said, snapping out of his hypnosis.
"Goodbye than. I'll admit to you, and to you only, you have restored a sliver of my faith in mages. Thanks." I gave him a slight peck on the cheek, something I rarely did to others to show appreciation. I saw his face turn several shades of red in a matter of mere seconds. I nodded to him one, a ghost of a smile playing on my face. He reached out, grabbing my arm gently, just enough to hold me back. He pulled me into his arms, leaning down slightly to rest his forehead on mine.
"I'm so sorry for what happened to you in your past." he whispered to me.
"Um, thanks?" I replied, uneasily, unsure of what to do in this situation.
"You father seems to remind me of my dad you know. He must've been a great man to you." he said, pulling away.
"Thanks Natsu, except my foster father wasn't a man, but a dragon." I whispered, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. I may have lost my magic ability, but my senses were still sharp. I could smell the dragon scent on him. The look on his face was priceless as I told him my secret. I saw his mouth drop as I turned around running, my ribbons flying behind me in my wake. I heard him call out to me. I laughed quietly to myself. I really think he was growing on me.
AN: Well, how was it? Was it alright? I hope it was. If you guys liked it, follow, favorite, and review this story, and it will be updated into a multi-chapter story! A friend of mine accidentally stumbled across my profile, and suggested this story, so I didn't come up with the plot. I'll admit though, It was very fun to write, and I would like to start more stories soon to add to the wonderful world of springtimesadness! My other story will still continue to be updated regularly, except this story may update faster than the other if it sails instead of sinks! Anyways, I really hope you guys liked it. I would actually REALLY like to continue this story, but I don't want to waste my time if nobody's going to read it.
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