The Lady of the Deep - A Fairy Tail fanfic
I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL, IT IS A PRODUCT OF HIRO MASHIMA. I WILL ENDEAVOR TO STICK TO CANON ON THIS FIC EVEN THOUGH THERE ARE AT LEAST 1O OCS THAT I HAVE PLANNED FOR THE STORY. THEY WILL USE THEMES FROM OTHER ANIMES/GAMES/CINEMA IN THIER MAGIC AND ABILITIES. I WILL ALSO POST LITTLE CHARACTER BIOPICS FOR MY OCS AS WELL EVERY FEW CHAPTERS FOR FUN. THIS STORY WILL COVER MY OC'S REACTIONS TO THE EVENTS IN THE FAIRY TAIL MANGA AND THEIR INTERACTIONS WITH THE CHARACTERS, PLEASE ENJOY!
PROLOGUE: The Waters of Dispair
The girl sat by the stream, it's glassy surface relfecting the sky above, which was grey, overcast and the worn out, scruffy face of the person looking into it.
It was going to rain.
She used to love the rain.
It have her strength, it was her life line.
But now, all it did, was to serve as a tigger for a series of unpleasant memories
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"Pa?"
Her father looked around as the little girl woke up, concern was etched on his craggy features when he saw the pain written on her face.
"Had another nightmare daughter?" he ventured "Speak, River, what troubles you?"
"I dreampt that you left me" she said, tears starting to well up in her dark blue eyes "Like everyone else, they always left me!" her shoulders shook as more sobs wracked her small fram.
"Now now little one" he replied, nuzzling her forehead, making her giggle and swat his face "You know thats not going to happen, you remember what I told you, right?"
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She remembered all right.
She remembered how they had met, her and Nero, her father.
Well, she knew he wasn't her real dad. Her parents had died in a ship related accident.
-
She had awoken to the sting of salt and sand in her eyes. Laying amongst the splintered timbers and twisted iron of the cruise ship. She felt a large hand pick her up, tenderly, she was lifted into the air, losing consciousness yet again.
She had awoken yet again, swaddled in a cool leather bed-roll in a canvas tent, she had and wearily gotten up and crawled outside.
Before her lay a massive lake. The water a deep, midnight blue and the surface blanketed by a dense mist. She could just about make small islands dotted about the water, covered in deep green conifers.
"This must be near the mountains" she thought aloud "Ive always wanted to climb one"
"You are correct, human" a voice said, booming deep like giant ocean swells in a storm.
The little girl was obviouslt scared shitless, hell, you would be too if a DRAGON had addressed you.
Before her sat Nero, The Blue Baron of the Deep. Her father for the next several years and the one that raised her as the Water Dragon Slayer for the next 8 years.
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She couldn't remember her original parents faces. But she remembered his clearly.
She could see it now in the mirrored surface of the stream, with his red eyes, permenant scowl etched on his brow.
But it didn't answer the question that had burned in heart for the past few months.
"Why did you leave me Pa?" she said aloud, slamming her fist into the water. "Why?"
-
His smell was gone.
That alone told her something was wrong.
River dropped the basked full of fish she had gathered and ran to the cleared that she called her home. Tripping against the knotted roots that lay in her path. She broke through the dense scrub surrounding her home.
He was gone.
No note. Nothing. Nada.
He'd abandoned her, breaking his promise.
She tried to hold back the tears, but her megre effort failed. She cried till she fell asleep, the tears pooling around her on the floor.
When morning came, she packed her belongings, some basic food rations and her tent, then she ran.
River didn't care where.
-
6 months, 3 towns and 6 easily dispacted bandit gangs later and she found herself at the stream presently, where she was now setting up base camp for the night.
She took one last glance into the river, she cursed her appearance.
Her normally shoulder length hair had grown just down to her midrift, her eyes had shadows under them from lack of sleep. Sleep had become worth its weight in gold in recent nights due to bandit attacks. She was wearing a dirty brown tank top and khaki trousers. She never wore shorts unless she went fishing, wich was a rarity now as it is.
She hit the water again, cursing her unkeptness. When the surface settled she saw something in the reflection.
A figure swaddled in dark robs.
She whirled around, fangs bared at the intruder, snarling her attack spell.
"Water Dragons Typhoon Fist!"
Water leapt from the stream behind River and formed a cocoon around her right hand, forming an iron hard barrier which could break solid bedrock
"Kyaaaaah!" her battle cry sounded, she put her weight behind her punch, aiming for the strangers centre of mass.
The collision caused shockwaves of water to ripple from the impact, ripping up her tent and drenching her sleeping stuff, sending it into the water. It was carried off downstream.
She looked up, expecting to see the person blown back into the treeline by the impact of her punch. She was suprised to find the figure still standing there, with her fist flush to his center of mass.
He hadn't moved an inch.
Cursing like a sailor, River flipped back, doing a somersault back over the stream so that they were now on opposite banks. She squatted down on the balls of her feet, breathing in and water was sucked into her dragon lungs, she put both her hands infront of her mouth, forming a tube.
"Water Dragons Roar!"
A power jet of water shot from between her lips, expanding as it left her hands with enough force to cut through a mountain, the spray blinding River as the spell impacted.
"You know kid, you remind me of a pink haired brat from my guild"
She froze, cancelling her breath attack. The person hadn't moved, he was very wet, but still he hadn't moved.
"Who the hell are you?!" she yelled in anger, her rough accent lending a harshness to her words.
"I could say the same to you, attack random strangers" the man, from his voice, cooly replied. "I was curious as to what a young lady like you is doing out here"
River averted her eyes, her cheeks blushing a little. No one had called her "lady" before.\
"I'm looking for my dad" she mumbled.
The man nodded in understanding, lifting his hands and removing the hood from his travelling cloak.
His features were sharp but had a wise complexion, he had stubble covering his chin under a wide grinning mouth and sharp nose. His around hair was slicked back, his eyes were hard, but also lent a fatherly nature.
He jerked a thumb at himself.
"My names Gildarts Clive, I'm a Fairy Tail wizard" he grinned. Rivers eyes grew wider.
Fairy Tail?
"If you come with me" he continued, proffering his right hand "I can promise you a family, and a home.
