Hey, this is my first fanfic so I'm sorry if it isn't the best. I tried my best to make sure there were no spelling or grammar errors, but I am only human so there are probably still some. Also the story will eventually merge with the show, but it may be a while. Please, enjoy and give me suggestions in a review, thanks!
-Year: July 7, X774-
A large creature walked along a shore, stopping every once in a while to sniff the area.
The creature stood tall and on four legs. It had to be somewhere about 30 feet long, it's length ending in a large powerful tail. Thick white scales covered it's body, but the scales on the top of it's neck were a dark black. Standing on all four legs it was around 10 to 15 feet tall. It's large head was crocodilian in shape, complete with a mouth of razor sharp teeth. It had a single, white horn that jutted up from the top of it's head in the shape of a triangle. Floating around it were several ethereal flames that were green, blue, and purple. This creature was a dragon, but not just any dragon, this was Yūrei the Spirit Dragon.
Yūrei was currently doing a quick sweep of her territory, which was nestled along one of the many beaches of Fiore. Tonight had gone normal enough, until her nose had caught the scent of something strange... A human.
She wandered along the beach, trying to find the source, which was hard to do with the strong salty air.
She finally found the source, a young human boy, no older than 4. He had short black hair, which was spiked up on the top. He wore nothing but a pair of beige shorts that. On his back was a large scar on the small of his back, almost like he had been shot with lightning or a laser. He appeared to be malnourished and his skin was pale, too pale. His body was cold, no doubt from the nighttime chill mixed with the water. His hands seemed to be calloused from hard work, and blood matted his skin. The question was whether it was his, or someone else's.
Yūrei almost thought about leaving the child, but she wasn't that cruel. She used her nose to shovel his body so it was laying across her upper jaw, and then carefully walked back to her nest.
Her nest was a simple cave located not too far from the beach, a large shaft soared upwards so she could see the black sky, glittering with stars. She set the child down on a soft bed of moss and began to clean his wounds. One of the strange flames lit a pile of sticks nearby and Yūrei thought she heard a sigh of delight escape the sleeping boy's lips.
She sat down on the opposite side of the cave and watched the boy as his breathing started to return to normal. With a draconian smile, she crossed her front paws and laid her head on them, her eyes flickering shut.
-Year: July 10, X774-
It had been three days since Yūrei had found the small boy and, the she-dragon had begun to wonder if he would ever wake up. She stared at the still lifeform, whose pale skin had become a little less pale, but was still too pale.
The day after she had found him, Yūrei had contacted an old friend, a Sky Dragon known as Grandine. The other she-dragon had gladly come to aid the Spirit Dragon, bringing with her a human girl with blue hair. When she saw the boy, Grandine had made a comment along the lines, "You're becoming soft, never would have thought I would see the day where you helped a human."
"Shut up, you old scale bag." Yūrei had growled in reply, but Grandine was right. She had taken in a human, after the stupid species had taken away everything that she had held dear. But the child had done no wrong to her, and Yūrei would have been guilt ridden had he died.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a rustling noise. She glance up to the child starting to sit up in the moss bed. Yūrei stalked over and sat next to the bed,expecting the young human to try to run and scream in fear.
But instead, the young boy looked at her with his two differently colored eyes. The one on the left being a deep, jade green and the one on the right was pure, dark black.
He stared at Yūrei, his eyes wide, and a giddy smile on his face. He was one of the first humans who had not seemed to stare at a dragon with fear or bloodlust.
"You're a dragon!" He exclaimed with excitement bubbling in his voice. Yūrei had a feeling this had been the first time in a while since he had smiled. The dragon laughed, the deep sound echoing around the chamber.
"Yes, I am, small one."
"Awesome!" He shouted, "My mom used to tell me stories about dragons. She said there were some who had scales so bright that they made the sun look dark, and others that had eyes that made diamonds look dull, and others..." This went on for a while, Yūrei smiling the whole time. She began to take a liking to the young child, who seemed to love dragons and the things they represented.
Yūrei pushed a bowl of food and water towards the young child, who quickly devoured the meal. She continued to laugh mirthfully as the young boy only stopped eating to remember to breathe.
"What is your name, small one?" She eventually asked, "Mine is Yūrei."
"My name is Ryukishi." He gave a smile and thumbs up before turning back to his food. Yūrei smiled, and thought that maybe this was her second chance. Her second chance to succeed where she had previously failed. She pointed her head to the sky and let out a joyous roar, Ryu smiling wide as he watched.
He out his bowl down and hobbled over to the she-dragon, and wrapped his small arms around her snout, or at least wrap them around as much as he could. Yūrei purred in her throat and promised that she would not let anything happen to him, unlike last time. She would train this boy in Dragon Slayer magic.
So there's the prologue. I hope it was good enough. Anyway, a few points I want to get before ending this:
1: Ryushiki will often just be shortened to Ryu.
2: For sure pairings for this story will be Wendy/Ryu, NaLu, and Jerza. Sorry, people who like, NaLi, LoLu, Gray/Erza, RoWen, or other pairings involving those five.
3. Yūrei's design and name are based after the Japanese term for ghost, look it up on Wikipedia.
4. The mother that Ryu mentions in this chapter is not his real mother, but his adoptive mother.
5. The flames that float around Yūrei are known as hitodama, which are the Japanese versions of Will 'o' Wisps.
Again, leave any suggestions in a review, and remember that this may take a while to update due to school and other things. Thanks for reading.
