Hey, Lucy Ashlyen Swifty here!

Welcome to my little (more like big) story! I am so excited for everyone who is reading this! If you come here and the story DOES NOT match the summary you read, it means that the story has moved on past part 1 and you will be able to find the summary I posted when working on part 1 as well as extra insight on the characters is on my page. If you come here and the summary has CHANGED SIGNIFICANTLY since you last came to visit, don't worry. It's the same story, I just changed the summary to match the current part I am on. If you are confused about any of this or simply want a better explanation of the direction of this story, you can PM me before proceeding.

I'm still going under revisions for this chapter, but don't worry, I am working hard on the next chapter as well. I hope that everyone makes it to the end of the page, and if you do, please let me know by sending a review (they motivate me). Thank you everyone who is working with me to make this story possible. Okay, done talking. Please enjoy!

(P.S. this is going to be a sight AU that goes into 2 parts of prequels then flows into Fairy Tail cannon at the beginning of part 3, then moves away from cannon to go to the main story line.)

-Lucy Ashlyen Swifty

The Dragon Chronicles

Part 1: The Revolution

Chapter 1

The Story so Far

Long ago, in an age ruthlessly ruled by dragons, lived three brothers: Henry, Acnologia and Zeref Argon. These young men dwelled under the rule of Julius Igneel I, the fire wielding leader of the dragons and King of Fiore. Zeref and Acnologia grew up with the same mentality all humans shared; they respected, and feared, these large, magnificent creatures along with their magical ability to take on human form.

Henry, however, did not share his younger brothers' enthusiasm. As a young boy, he took note of everything they did. There was something different about these creatures that were very off-putting to him: the way they talked, the way they walked, the way they looked at each other and laughed at some feeble joke that only tickled their own humors... Any and all things they did bothered the young adolescent, but the one thing that really made his blood boil was when their narcissistic eyes happened to fall upon one not of their own kind. Their brows would furrow and their expressions became downcast as if they had made contact with something rather unclean. Surprisingly enough, a minute or two later, when the unsightly thing had disappeared, they would resume their previous affairs as if the disturbance had never occurred. The boy often pointed out the things he witnessed to his elders -only to have them dismissed. It was then that he began to notice the hidden flaws of the world around him.

Soon after this discovery, Henry began to search for and study any information he could find about these unusual individuals, but what he found only seemed to displease him even more. It was beyond him as to how only dragons held the capability to wield magic and found their attitudes filled with arrogance. Just because they had something humans lacked did not make them better. In his mind they were nothing but hideous monsters that held no worth.

Through the years, as the number of those who praised those despicable creatures increased, Henry's hatred and jealously for the winged beasts grew as well. Many asked him why he hated the rulers of their world so much, but every time he gave them his answer, they responded apathetically and continued to question his extreme beliefs.

By 18, the age of which one began pursuing a profession, Henry felt the need to expose the evil that resided in his country's leadership and, through financial aid, began to attend classes to become a lower council member, the division of the King's council dedicated to humans. Henry knew that it was a title and nothing more. The things the lower council brought up or discussed with the upper council, which only consisted of dragons, were mostly thrown away or laughed at in upper council meetings. Rarely in history had a bill or idea from the lower council been passed to His Lordship and made law. However, those who did not study their country's politics were naive about this unfair arrangement. They found members of the lower council to be highly significant and respected them greatly.

The day Henry would become a lower council member was a dream in the making. Upon election, his presence would catch the eye of the people and make those blind to the true intentions of his enemies open their eyes. With that, maybe, just maybe, he could spark a revolution. As a member of the council, he would finally be able to point out the inequality that the government stingily kept from its citizens. The world would praise his name and he would be known as the one who put those heathen beasts in their place. Oh, what a joyous day that would be for the young revolutionary!

However, Henry's journey to councilhood was not as easy as expected. Due to his active mindset, it became very difficult for him to sit still while his professors preached, in his opinion, lies. Through perseverance and the support of the love of his life, Henry's battle became a bit smoother as he began his fight for justice...

Our story begins on a sunny spring morning. Students had long stopped bustling through the Fiore Council Preparatory College, a two year school for those intending to be a council member or any other type of government worker, as the first set of classes of the day were already in session. Behind the secretary's desk in the front office, a petite but sophisticated looking woman of about 25 or so shuffled through stacks of paperwork, flashing her eyes over her desk counter every few minutes to see if anyone had arrived since her last peek.

Upon first glance, this woman might have appeared to be your average Jane, even her name, "Hisano," meaning "plain," was very mediocre. Despite her normal appearance, if one were to stare deeply into her onyx eyes, they would notice that her pupils were actually slits, like that of a cat or snake. If she opened her mouth wide, her elongated canine teeth would most likely attract one's attention. This secretary was not human at all, but a dragon in her human form. If more proof were needed, she could always lift her right sleeve to reveal the black stripe imprinted on her upper arm, below her shoulder, indicating her breed: general, rank one. This meant that she was of no specific breed type and had little to no magical ability. In result, she was placed in a government job that had no magical requirements.

Hisano glanced through the window to her left and noted the height of the sun. It was about lunch time, she decided. She leaned over the side of her chair as her delicate hands reached for the small bento(1) laying to the left of her on the floor and placed it on her desk. She opened the top, releasing the steam, and breathed in the delicious scent of her lunch. She had freshly made it earlier that morning.

With a quiet, "Itadakimasu(2)" and the sharp snap of her now separated chopsticks, Hisano was ready to eat. She picked up an omelet roll and lifted it towards her open mouth.

"Excuse me"

Hisano stopped abruptly. She looked up slowly, making eye contact with the stranger.

She had deadly straight blonde hair that somehow kept its ruler-like perfection until the ends, where it curled into large spirals. Her full, rose-red lips appeared soft and natural without the help of lipstick while her minty green irises were a bit oversized for her small, serious eyes. She sported a white ruffle blouse covered by a brown, three-quarter length sleeved suit jacket, buttoned only half way up for fashion purposes. Her pencil skirt, which lightly hugged her thighs, covered just the top of her knee caps. A matching pearl necklace and bracelet draped her neck and right wrist. On her left shoulder hung a brown, long-strapped purse that, despite its small size, contained numerous visible pockets and zippers. With both hands, she clutched the handle a simple, also brown, rectangular briefcase. Hisano was not able to see her shoes, if she could; they would most-likely be two-inch brown or white heels. The girl's aura screamed "Lower Councilman's daughter."

Hisano snorted. The lower council was such a joke; she almost pitied its members. Those worthless humans thought they were so high and mighty because they were a part of the King's council. In reality, the lower council was nothing but a mock assembly, but those stupid, egotistical individuals were too self-centered to realize that. They had their meetings, gave their ridiculous ideas to the upper council, acting as if they were as knowledgeable as a dragon, and went home with pockets full of money, thinking their petty conversations had somehow made the world a better place. Though their families dressed the part, their competence would never match that of those above them. No human could better a dragon; they were too foolish, doing things for money, greed or most often, love. Such naïve creatures they were. Hisano's body relaxed at these thoughts.

The young blonde paused for a moment, a light expression of concern on her face."Um, miss?" she began, pointing at the succulent food item,"Your omelet, it's about to-"

Hisano looked down at her chopsticks as her soft delight freed itself from her utensils and landed in her lap.

"-slip"

Hisano's already pink cheeks reddened. No one was allowed to see her eating. The principal had said that eating at the workplace was uncivilized, only something a weak, undisciplined human would do. "It shows a lack of sophistication. So uncouth!" he would say with a look of repulsion. However, despite her boss's wishes, when no one was around, Hisano found it perfectly acceptable to sneak a quick bite. A good girl was only a bad girl who had not been caught, right?

Blondie, as Hisano had decided to mentally dub the young girl, opened one of the zipper pouches on her little bag of wonders and pulled out a clean napkin. "Here," she offered, her dainty hand moved with graceful swiftness.

"Th-thank you." Hisano hesitantly took the napkin and used it to pick up the bit of omelet. She proceeded to ball up the tissue and throw it in her bento box, along with her chopsticks, forfeiting all other "eating on the job" attempts for the rest of the day. She sighed, carefully closed her bento, and placed it on the floor next to her chair where it had originally rested. She then moved on to the next task of importance, helping the young lady who had witnessed her break a very large rule. If Hisano helped her quickly, she might never have to see the the girl again and it would feel like she had never made the mistake in the first place.

The young secretary regained her professional composure. "So, Miss..." Hisano trailed off, which should have implied to the young woman that she needed to offer her name. Calling her 'Blondie' out lout was out of the question.

"Stella," she began. "Stella Strauss. You see," she shifted her weight and lowered her head shyly, "due to a family circumstance, I was not able to come to orientation. I never received any information, much less my schedule or a school map"

Strauss...Hisano had heard that name before, one often heard in conversations in the surrounding village. She mentally searched through all the names of importance in the state. Nothing rang a bell. She brushed if off and continued her service as if nothing has crossed her mind.

"If you give me a moment, I can pull your file from the back. Hisano put on a friendly smile.

"That would be great, thank you," replied the girl.

"I will be back in a moment then," Hisano stood, sashayed to the back of the room, and exited through a door.

Once the woman was gone, Stella relaxed. She had always hated being in front of people. Their inquisitive eyes always seemed to stare right through her soul and, to be honest, it made her uncomfortable. Though she appeared to be a lady of sophistication and grace, it was not who she wanted to be. She wanted to be with the people instead of above them. She wanted to serve with her hands and not her words. But most of all Stella Strauss wanted to escape all the expectations that came with her status. she wanted to be free.

In a way of sorts, she was free. Well, as free as one of her status could be. These next two years at college, and maybe a bit after, were her little taste of freedom. After that, everything would change and she would be required to fit into the role society had carved out for her. A role none of her current peers could ever picture her in. One day they would, but not today. The circumstances were too different.

The click of heels on the laminate flooring, announced the secretary's return. Stella straightened her posture and placed a light smile on her face.

The lady handed her a small stack of brochures and pamphlets along with a piece of paper: her schedule. "Now," she began, "I would normally recommend you go somewhere quiet and read through all this, but your first class, 'History of Dragons I' with Professor Hardwin has already started. He usually takes most of the first class of the semester giving a brief summary of the course, but the last half hour is an important foundation lecture you do not want to miss. Judging by the time, you should be able to make it before he starts that last bit. When you exit the building, you will see a long, one-story structure on the left of the courtyard. That is the Hall of History, literally. Go through the large glass doors; his room is the one at the very end.

Stella quickly thanked the kind secretary for her help and exited the office.

Hisano sighed in relief and resumed her paperwork. That Strauss girl had some nerve coming late to her first lecture, even with a legitimate excuse, she thought. Well, at least she would not be causing any trouble like that Argon boy. She expected a complaint from every professor he would come in contact with today. But no matter how much ruckus he caused, the school could not kick him out. He was the son of the king's right hand man. And if it was not for that poor girlfriend of his, he would cause even more trouble. For a human, she deserved a lot of respect for all she goes through on a regular basis. What was her name again? Strauss, Stella Strauss.

Hisano stopped short, her eyes widening, finally realising the identity of the young woman she had just helped a few minutes prior. More than likely, Stella Strauss and Henry Argon had been enrolled in the same classes. More than likely, he had already caused a ruckus in Professor Hardwin's class. Hisano gulped. More than likely, Stella Strauss was about to find herself in the middle of a storm.

(1) A Japanese lunch box. Usually contains rice and a few other items like sausages, omelet rolls, rice rolls, and fruits and vegetables. Can be decorated cutely. For more information, go to your preferred search engine, type in "bento"

(2) In Japan, people say this before eating a meal. Could translate into either "Let's eat!" or "Thanks [God or gods] for the food!

Congratulations to everyone who made it to the bottom! I hope you didn't die inside. I want to go ahead and lay this out for y'all. Each part is going to be the equivalent of a book or full story and the whole thing represents a series. I would separate them into individual stories, BUT I'm hoping that all of the books together will eventually beat the record of longest fan fiction on this site (DON'T think that's why I'm writing this, but if I have a good long story why not go for the gold?). I hope that each and every one of you enjoy this and stick to this story. I promise that it will be worth the read and if you can stick through the two prequels then you'll have the greatest Fairy Tail story of a lifetime.

-Lucy Ashlyen Swifty