Fairy Tail Origins: White Eclipse
Chapter 1
Panting. He ran through the rainy city known as Crocus. He continued look back behind him, continuously noting the group of men chasing after him. It was dark; dark enough to handicap one's vision. As his feet splashed through the muddy water upon the grounds of the Crocus streets, one was actually deep enough to cause the young boy to trip against the edge of the rain covered pothole. He fell face first, his raven hair now covering his blue eyes as he tried to push himself off the ground. He looked back once again, this time towards his right leg, noticing his ankle already beginning to swell. A sprain, which felt more like a break at this time pained the young male. Before he could rise to his feet, four men surrounded him, all laughing in a low, near sadistic tone. "Where my dough, Volver?" One of the shadowy figures called out. "You wanted to gamble with the big boys, now you gotta pay up or suffer."
"Lets just beat it out of him boss!" Another male stated. He was the first to cause the kid physical harm as he slammed a kick into the boy's abdomen. "Volver" rolled over from the kick, now laying on his back, struggling to keep his eyes open duly from the fact that the rain continued to drop into his retinas. Another male, and extremely tall one grabbed him by the ankle, causing him to let out a shrill cry. He now hung upside down as the bulky male grinned. "Come on Reve. You placed your bets and lost. Pay the money or get stuffed into the concrete."
Nearly blacking out from the pain on his ankle alone, Reve slowly lifts his head to face the giant man. He then lifts his hand, and bends all of fingers except one, flipping the giant man off. "Tch! Stubborn little!"
Just like a rag doll, the giant man slammed the gunslinger into the ground, shoulder first into the street. The last of the group began searching his pockets for jewel, coming up empty. "He didn't even have money to get with man! Lets kick his ass!"
A jumping later, the men walked away, leaving the boy, Reve Volver out cold in the rain.
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"Try it again!"
"Fire make: Tornado!"
From the red haired, oranges tipped male's hands, a small tornado made of flames shot through a magic seal, spinning only a couple of yards before harmlessly dispersing.
"You'll get it." The woman spoke. She too also had red and orange hair, resembling that of a fire. She stood with her arms crossed, her orange irises gazing back at the copper ones the boy was graced with. "I'm trying.." The young boy pathetically muttered.
"Keep your head up Kuro." She spoke again. "You'll get it eventually. This is why I started you with a heavy spell, so the others will come easy once you get this down."
"But Mary..." Kuro retorted. "I... I want orange eyes!"
"What!?" Mary gave Kuro a confused expression. "You already died the ends of your hair kid! What more do you need? And why so random!?"
Kuro slid back into the fire make's stance. "If I can make a full blown tornado, then I get orange contacts!"
"I didn't agree to that!" Mary yelled, but it was too late.
"Fire make: TORNADO!" Kuro slammed his hands together, thrusted them outward and then...the same result happened. A small harmless fire funnel that easily dispersed. Mary let out a sigh of relief, then laughed as Kuro began to snivel. "Stop that kid, you're embarrassing. Look, tomorrow, we're going into town so we can work on your strength. So get some rest okay?"
Kuro nodded, and he and Mary then walked back towards the small hillside cabin they stayed in. No bigger than a two room loft.
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"BWAHAHAHA! Pass that beer this way if you're not gonna drink it!"
Bacchus was seen sitting at the Magnolian bar, downing drink after drink with his fellow mages. With their laughter filling the air, they caught the attention of a young male, brunette with earth colored eyes. He watched from the other side, watching the young Bacchus fill his body with alcohol, yet still be able to stand. "That guy is a tank.." The young male stated. For some off reason, Bacchus caught whim of the statement and turns to the young boy. "Hey! What's your name kid!?"
"Huh!? Who me!?" He pointed to himself, and looked around to realize he was alone, so he then spoke up. "J-Jack Royal, sir!"
"Jack Royal!? Now that name is Wild!"
"FOUR!" The other mages joined in, following up with laughter and more devouring of alcohol. "Come over here kid. You're fifteen right?"
Jack nodded, and then hopped down from his seat to walk over. "Just turned.." He stated as he took Yaegar's seat next to Bacchus. "Just turned!? That's also Wild!"
"FOUR!"
Jack, startled at first, looked around at the celebrating mages, and then back to the drunken falcon. "Can I ask something?"
"What's that kid!?"
Jack hesitated, and then spoke aloud. "You guys are always here drinking. Why is that?
Bacchus immediately belched out a laugh from Jack's question. "IT'S BECAUSE WE'RE WILD!"
"FOUR!" This time, even Royal himself joined with his petite frame among what seemed like giants. Bacchus took another mug of beer. "By the way, where you headed?"
Jack shrugged, and then looked at his bag that Bacchus gestured to. "I don't know.."
"You don't!? Now that kinda adventure-"
"Is Wild!?" Jack yells in question, interrupting Bacchus.
"FOUR!" Everyone joined in unison. More laughter ensued for the rest of the night inside that bar, until the bad owner had to force the inhabitants to finally leave.
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"Sidney, can I ask you a question?" A young, very young, brunette/green eyed male with oversized glasses sat on the ground as he watched another older male, handsome features and black hair and eyes hang upside down from a tree.
"What is it, Zalen?" The older one replied. As he hung upside down, listening to his brother as he began doing crunches, reaching up to his knees with each rep and quietly counting to himself.
"Why do you all this training, when you haven't even picked a magic yet? You're almost an adult.."
Sidney finished his rep, and dropped from the tree branch, dusting himself off. He the smiled towards his brother, ruffling his hair. "And you're barely a teen. But I haven't picked a magic to study, because none seem right. I want the best, I want one.../that speaks to the soul/ you know?"
Zalen shook his head. "No, I don't. I picked mine already, and like you said: /We are Castles. It's tradition that we leave home really early and become strong mages."/
Sidney froze for a second. "You actually listen huh?"
"I have another question." Zalen said, looking up to the night sky.
"And what's that, shrimp?"
"If we were supposed to leave home so early, why did you just leave this year?"
Sidney turned his head, and began waking over to their bags. He picked them up, and then turned to Zalen with a smile. "Enough questions for now okay? Lets just keep moving for now. We need to find a place for shelter soon."
Zalen stood up, and ran over to Sidney, grabbing his bag and hoisting it over his shoulder. "Alright! Are we going to pick a guild soon!?"
"Soon." Sidney replied with a smile.
"How about Fairy Tail?" Zalen asked as they continued walking along.
"Fairy Tail? Nah, that's too cliche. I was thinking, Lamia Scale, or even Sabertooth if we're lucky."
"Sabertooth!" Zalen yelled as he hopped up and down. His actions caused Sidney to laugh as he pushed his raven colored hair out of the way. "We'll see Zalen. You can't just walk into a guild and be a member. But we'll see."
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"Mom! Moooom!" Waiston slid down the icy mountain, all the way down to the floor. He then ran inside a frozen cavern. The shirtless boy's icy blue hair was tied back into a tail. His yellow eyes navigated him through the cavern as he sprinted in a high speed manner, taking specific turns through the cave. "Mom! I'm calling you! Tunundra!" He slid down a crevice into a main section of the cavern, and the continued on into what he knew as the main den. Once there, he stopped, noticing a jacket sitting on a raised area. Clipped to the jacket, was a note. Waiston walked over and picked up the note to begin reading it the best he could.
{Waiston, I'm sorry, but I have to leave you. Thank you for allowing me to raise such a noble, crazy young boy like yourself. Now that I'm gone, I want you to take what I taught you about Frozen Dragon slaying, and become a strong mage okay? Do that for me. I made this jacket for you, out of some of my dragon scales so I'll always stay with you. I may be gone physically, but I'll always be with you in spirit. I love you,
Tunundra.}
Though he only understood some of the words, he understood enough, and the Frozen Dragon Slayer began to shake, tears rolling down his face as he somewhat crumpled the paper in his hands. He then picked up the jacket, and instead of putting it on, he cradled it, sobbing into the dragon scaled jacket continuously.
"Tunundra...don't leave me.."
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"He walked alone, staff in hand as he made his up the snowy mountains of Fiore. He then stabbed his staff into the snow, a small smile plastered on his face. He ran a hand through his grayish hair, staring at the broken down cabin in front of him.
"A few touch ups, and it'll be home sweet home away from the world. Calium you've done it again. Rent free!" He smiled brightly, aiming his raven colored hues at the lack of scenery. "No one will ever bother me up here.
/I can't wait to finally be able to rest for the remainder of my years./"