Fairy Tail is owned by Hiro Mashima.
"Lays, get her out of here," barked the burly man, "I can only hold him back for so long –"
"MY DAUGHTER! GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER!"
Mother lifted me up and began to run, I watched the creature attack. Mother's friend fell to the ground.
"CLIVE!"
Mother's cry scared me, it terrified me. Something bad had happened to Clive, her friend, but I didn't understand. She kept running… we could hear those wings, getting closer. She set me down, she looked really scared. "Momma what's going on?" I asked.
"I need you to run, as fast as you can. No matter what you hear, you have to keep running, okay?"
"But Momma what are you going to do?"
Tears fell from mother's eyes now.
An ear shattering roar ripped through the quiet forest.
"I-I'm going to tell your daddy to go away."
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"Hah!"
Jolted awake the young woman found herself reaching for the hunting knife she stashed underneath her pillow. Vibrant cerulean blue eyes searched the dark forest before finally resting on a cloaked figure sitting across from her, watching quietly.
"You had that dream again."
Sitting up she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Looking at the small bit of flame remaining of their fire she gently blew at the embers and they sprang to life a brilliant blue color.
"You should get some sleep," she commented, ignoring his statement, "You're traveling pretty far away before meeting up again."
He made an amused sound and she smirked slightly. Her voice was quiet, "I know, pot and kettle."
Running her fingers through long dirty blond hair she yawned again.
"Go back to sleep, Acelynn. I'll keep you safe."
Still yawning she slid back into her sleeping bag and almost immediately fell back asleep, but not before seeing her cloaked and masked companion holding onto one of his many magical staffs, casting his trademark sleeping spell.