A.N - I don't think it ever said when Mystogan went to the human world, but he's 7 in my prologue. Also, I've seen his name three different ways (Gerald, Gerard, and Jellal) but I use Gerald okay? Just to clear up any confusion.
It was foolhardy to even think about going to the mountains in the north during winter; the peaks boasted some of the coldest temperatures in Fiore. And you have a death wish if you ever dare to step foot on them during a winter blizzard.
So then what were two kids doing?
She ran through the mountain pass without a thought of the snowdrifts she crashed through; she had been soaked and frozen many times already. Besides, taking care to check where you are going was a luxury, one someone on the run from a furious Balkan couldn't afford.
The chilling mountain night air only served to further push her body to exhaustion. Even now, she was at the brink of collapse. Her body slowed down, muscles aching for rest and numb from the cold.
She shook her head slightly, trying to rid the black haze that blocked her vision and clouded her thinking. Her breathing was harsh and uneven, every breath stinging her lungs. It was getting so hard to stay awake… Nothing seemed to register to her brain, only the insatiable need to fall into the darkness.
She stumbled forward, tripping over an unidentified object. She stiffened slightly, bracing herself to hit the ground. But instead, she felt her body slam into something warm, keeping her up.
Numbly looking up, her unfocused eyes only registered blurs of colors for a moment. Blue… Was that the sky? No, it was a darker shade the even the clearest day, more like a deep pool of water.
Blinking, the image sharpened. It was.. A boy? The blue had been his hair. He had warm brown eyes, so unlike their surroundings.
He must have noticed my state, because his grip on me tightened. "Hey, are you alright?"
"Run," I murmured weakly.
"Eh?"
His question was by the sounds of a large creature crashing through the snow in the direction I had come from. Quickly stepping in front of me, he reached for something strapped on his back. A… Staff?
The Balkan scampered away, injured but still conscious enough to keep its hold on its host. Gerald watched it cautiously, in case it decided to come back for another attempt at the girl.
But it was done for the day, though if it had learned its lesson uncertain and rather unlikely.
The blue haired mage turned his attention back onto the girl.
She was still where he left her, though now she had sat down. Her sapphire eyes stared down at her lap, unfocused, one slightly covered by ebony black bangs. Only once he stood in front of her did she show any awareness to the world around her.
"Um… Are you hurt?" He questioned awkwardly. She looked up, the piercing blue startling him. Her gaze lingered on him for a second before returning to the ground; almost as if embarrassed. Silently, she shook her head.
Gerald shifted a bit uncomfortably. She almost seemed to dislike talking more than he did.
Uncertain that she was telling he truth, he sat down in front of her and checked for signs of injury. The only thing obvious was a few minor scrapes and cuts, the worst of in on her arm where the fabric had been torn off from her elbow down. Noting her dirtied outfit, he guessed she had fallen down a few times.
He got out a roll of bandage and gently started to wrap her arm. She didn't object verbally, but her whole body was tense and her eyes looked scared.
She looked all in the world like a rabbit about to bolt.
He smiled at her reassuringly, trying to calm her. It worked, to an extent. She was still tense, but allowed him to tend to her arm.
"Why was the Balkan after you anyways?" The blue haired boy questioned as he stood up, surveying his handiwork. A bit messy, but it would serve to keep out infection. She was barely bleeding anyways.
A couple seconds passed and he began to think she wouldn't answer.
"I walked into its lair," He blinked a couple times, wondering if he had simple imagined her voice; she was so quiet. Even though he was right in front of her, he barely heard.
But apparently she had spoken, since her eyes were once more fixed on the ground, with the lightest hint of a blush on her cheeks. He could nearly feel the embarrassment she radiated.
"What's your name?" Another pause. Maybe he should stick with yes or no questions…
"Mitsuki."
Without really thinking about what he was saying, he extended his hand to her. "Gerald. Ne, Mitsuki, if your not going anywhere in particular, want to travel with me?"
She stared at his hand for a long moment. Hesitantly, she took it, allowing him to help her up.
He gave her a grin, turning in the direction he thought he had saw a cave earlier.
"Gerald," He tilted his head in her direction, looking at her curiously. "Thank you."
He looked surprised, but the grin was back on his face in an instant.
Asking her to come along was a rash decision, but he didn't regret it. After all, he felt something different about her. She wasn't normal - but then, what mage was?
A.N - I cant believe there are so few stories of him! And they're all ErzaXJellal. Personally, I like ErzaXGray better, so there might be some of that and LucyXNatsu in this story.