Chapter 1...

The wind was blowing hard, just outside a cabin in the middle of the woods. The lamp post outside was shaking violently from the fierce storm that swept throughout the area. Inside the cabin was a person, just taking shelter from the storm. A young stoic woman with long green hair, held up with a black hair band, was holding a young baby close to her. The baby cried out from the fear of the constant impacts of twigs and branches, scratching, and hitting the side of the small structure. The child's eyes remained closed during the whole ordeal. The mother just stared down with a look of spite as she kept the child close to her chest.

"Waaahhhhhh~!" The child cried.

"...you...why were you born a girl?" She shook her head and slowly patted the child's head. "A poor sighted one, at that." She continued to complain as she cast her cloak over the child. The child slowly held fast to the warm, and safe comfort of the mothers bosom. The crying was slowly dying out as the mother began to feed her child. The mother scoffed silently as she cradled her child's head. "Curse those spineless fools. If they did not ambush me, I would be back at the mansion, rather than this wretched safe house." The woman clicked her tongue. "Could my luck not be anymore wretched?...hmph. Will you inherit my visage, or that damned coward's?" The mother looked at the face of her child once again as she fed her. "Regardless child, we return first light-(Sigh). Why do I speak to you? You do not even understand my words." She shook her head. Something was bothering the mother immensely, and seemed to direct it at the child.

"I suppose after I kill that snake, you will be next as well." She just glared at the child with her sharp, pink eyes. "...then again, maybe I will get revenge for attempting to take my child, and steal my business." An amused smile slowly worked it's way to her lips. An idea was in the works, that would prolong the child's life.

"Mmm...ma...mmmammaa..." The child slowly began to form words.

"Hmph. Call me mother if you wish...what shall I call you though? Then again, do you even require a name?" She raised an eyebrow, held up her child and stared at the clenched eyes of her daughter.

"Mammm...mamm..maaaa.." The child was just clueless, as it continued to speak the word mama, as if it were the only way to convey.

"Hmmmmm...amusing. I did not expect to have a daughter." She was thinking about what name would befit her child."If you were a boy...if only you were a boy..." She shook her head in disappointment. "..."

"Maamm~!" The child began sucking her thumb.

"...Treya. You will carry my last name, and not that bastard's. Treya Duella." She said confidently. From that day forth, the child known as Treya Duella, was to be raised into a cunning, beautiful, and deadly individual, that would soon be known throughout the land...

..as The Bloody Jewel.


6 years later...

Six years since that stormy night, the mother of her daughter had been raising Treya in a black mansion. Over time, Treya was slowly having her vision become a bit better. However, she could not see very well, and was restricted to go no further than the grounds around the mansion, unless she was with her mother, which was very rare. A curvaceous woman, wearing a black housekeeping uniform , was bringing a dark blue, one piece, dress up a wide stair way, covered in grey carpet. Her green hair was tied up to one side, reaching down to her neck, and she had a slanted scar right above her violet eye. A cold expression was constantly worn, as she made her way toward one of the many rooms, along the second floor. She arrived at one door, and knocked on it gently.

"Young lady? I have brought you your dress." She said in a calm collected manor.

"..."

"Excuse me." She said right before hand, not hearing an answer from behind the door. When she opened, it was a plain room. Save for a bed, a desk with a bottle of purple flowers on it, and a open window, over looking the forest beyond the grounds of the mansion. A young girl with long, green hair, reaching down to her waist, stood near the window. Looking out emptily with grey eyes. She was in her pajama's, and wearing a beaded bracelet on her wrist.

"..." The young girl just stared out the window, oblivious to the world around her.

"...why do you stare out the window? It is not as if you can see." The woman said as she approached her from behind.

"...I've never seen what lies beyond the forest." Treya finally said in an empty tone.

"Hasn't your mother taken you to many places though?" She said as she began undressing Treya.

"I can't see those places very well." She said while moving her arms up, as her slender body slipped into the dress. "Just like I can't see beyond my own window." She said with a blink. "Aunt Vivian? Is mother waiting for me?" She asked as she turned her head slightly.

"Yes. She's right down there actually, watering the garden." She pointed out as she zipped up the back. Treya then slipped on a pair of black slippers-like shoes.

"Okay." Treya said with no emotion. Vivian then began tying Treya's hair up in a pony tail, and then when she finished, she escorted her out of the room, and out of the mansion.


Outside...

As Treya and Vivian made their way across the lawn, the sounds of distant thunder rumbled throughout the grey sky.

"It seems as if it rains non-stop around here." Vivian noted while staying close behind Treya.

"..." Treya just remained quiet. Right as soon as Treya took another step, a rock suddenly was flying through the air, and heading toward Treya. Treya raised her hand, and caught it with next to no effort. The rock was thrown, by another slender, voluptuous, green haired woman. She looked slightly older than Vivian. She wore black leather pants, black sandals, a dark purple tunic, and her hair was held up in a black hair band, her hair reaching down to her waist.

"Your perception is not bad, my child. Your reflexes, even more impressive." She said as she turned her head, and her sharp pink eyes locked with her daughter's. "Vivian, leave us."

"Step forth, Treya." Vivian said to Treya. "Pardon me, Ingrice." Vivain excused, and left Treya with her mother.

"Join me." Ingrice ordered her daughter. Treya complied, and walked over to the stone wall that surrounded the garden, and sat down, next to her mother. "Did you sleep well?" She asked.

"Yes, mother." Treya nodded.

"Good. Today we are leaving for a client in Crocus. I expect it to go smoothly."

"Am I going to stay on the train again?" Treya asked as she stared at the ground.

"No. I will bring you along. It is best I show you now, rather than when you grow older." Ingrice said while placing the watering can on the ground. "I have no use for you, if you grow to be innocent, and naive." She pointed out.

"Does this mean you know where Fath-"

"What did I say about mentioning him?" Ingrice suddenly turned a little hostile. Glancing at Treya with narrowed eyes.

"...don't mention that man. Ever." Treya complied and bowed her head a bit more, in a apologetic fashion.

"..hmph. I know where your father is, Treya. However, I will deal with him when the time is right." Ingrice then stood in front of Treya and examined her face. She stared deep in her eyes. "At least you take after me more than him." She scoffed with an amused smile as she slowly stroked Treya's cheek."So tender...so soft...In some ways, I am glad I did dispose of you when you were born."

"I am sorry I am not a son." Treya apologized. Her eyes were empty, as she looked back in her mothers eyes.

"You may not have been what I wanted...but you are still mine, regardless." Ingrice then stood up straight, and stretched. "Come, I must retrieve my weapons before we leave." She told Treya and held her hand as she led her to a hatch underneath the ground. She opened it up, and a set of stairs were seen, descending into the darkness. "Wait here." Ingrice ordered Treya. After a few moments, Ingrice returned with a green kimono over her tunic, wrapped in place with a black sash, knotted off to her side. She also had two black wrist braces placed on bother her arms. She also was now wearing knee high armored boots. She closed the hatch, and looked to her daughter. She then bent down and grabbed her hand. "You are about the same age when I first held a knife. This was mine when I was your age." She gave Treya a sheathed dagger, with a brown handle. It was about the size a kitchen knife. But had a refined edge, and looked to be brand new. "Treya, I do not give this to you, to hesitate. Do you understand what that means?"

"Yes mother." Treya nodded. "I will keep it close to hand." She promised.

"Very well. Let us be off, young lady." Ingrice held Treya's hand and they both began heading toward a train station located near them.


Later...

The train was already leaving from a constantly busy schedule, so a lot of the passengers were leaving, almost as fast as others were boarding. Among the people exiting the ramp, was Treya and Ingrice. The both left the boarding platform quickly and proceeded through the crowd and onto the street. Treya clutched her mothers hand tightly, not wanting to get lost. Ingrice didn't really notice, but continued to lead them through the busy section of the street.

"Keep vigilant Treya. Various types of people are around us." Ingrice warned Treya. "Do not take anything you see at face value. Do not trust anyone."

"Yes mother." Treya nodded obediently.

"The person we are seeing is part of our requisition branch. For some reason, we have been receiving less and less items that we ordered. I suspect a side business is involved with this particular person. And so we are going to find out the reason for the lack of items." Ingrice explained to Treya.

"Mm." Treya nodded with a hum.

"Remember what I have taught this past year, and you will be fine. If for some reason that this situation goes sideways-"

"Run back to the train station, and tell aunt Vivian." Treya finished.

"Did I say you could interrupt me?" Ingrice scowled.

"No. I did not mean to." Treya depressingly said.

"All that matters is that you remember. However, that's only if we are in over our heads." Ingrice decided to just let it go. "Just do what I command, and you will live to see another day."

"As always, mother." Treya responded.

"As it always should be." Ingrice smirked slightly. "We're here." Ingrice stopped in front of a brick building. She entered through the door and was inside a clear room, save for the long desk at the end. A man in a fancy, buttoned up red shirt, and brown trousers, was sitting at the table. He looked to be overweight, and had a stack of papers littered throughout the table.

"If you are here for an order, we don't hand out on Thursday's." He assumed, while not bothering with the recent entry into his building.

"Is that so, Clyde? Because last I checked, I owned this building." Ingrice's tone sounded annoyed.

"Wha-? M-M-MMM-MM-MISS DUELLA! My sincerest apologies! I-I-did not notice your presence!" He nearly fell over from the sight of the woman.

"Why do I even let you keep your job, when a lout like you can't be bothered for a simple request." Ingrice groaned in annoyance while placing her two fingers on her head.

"I am sorry! I am ready, and willing to assist in anyway I can!" He frantically tried to compose himself.

"Good. Then I simply am here for inspection." She snapped at him.

"I-Inspection!? N-normally I hear about this sort of thing before han-"

"I thought I would surprise you. Nothing wrong with that that, is there?" She asked with a ominous glance.

"No! No problem at all! N-n-now what can I do for you and your daughter!?" He seemed to be sweating bullets.

"...mother?" Treya asked all of a sudden.

"Hm?" Ingrice turned to her. She bent down and Treya said something in her ear.

"(whispers).."

"...hmm." Ingrice narrowed her eyes as she looked around. Her eye caught something poking out, slightly, from he far end of the desk.

"Y-yes?" Clyde swallowed.

"I came to find out why the items I ordered, have not all been accounted for." She began to explain.

"Your orders? Did they not all arriv-"

"Do not insult my intelligence you buffoon, I would not be here otherwise." Ingrice hissed.

"Of course. Well, what has been missing exactly?" He tried to get the conversation over with quick.

"I'm missing three hundred yards of rope, three pillows, and two snake blades." She recalled it all from memory.

"I...do not know what to say. I will look for the-"

"That's not the only thing missing." She interjected. "Eight steel rods, three fine leathers, twelve bags of flour and rice. Out of the last four shipments you sent me, I only receive just shy of a couple items. Explain this inconsistency." She demanded with a cold stare.

"...I do not know how to, m'lady. Um...so many orders come through, they might have gotten jumbl-" He began to explain in a nervous way.

"Not when you are taking my jewels. I will be in town for the rest of the day, so before I go back, I demand that this mess be straightened out. Are we at an understanding, Clyde?" She said as her piercing gaze scared the man.

"Y-yes! I-I-I-will find the items that were misplaced! You have my word!" He nodded obediently.

"...I expect an answer by tonight. Close the shop, if you must." She said, and the two began leaving.


"I do not pay that mule to halfheartedly manage the place. I should look for a replacement." Ingrice scowled.

"...mother?" Treya asked.

"What is it, Treya?" She asked while staring down at her.

"I think...there was someone else in there." She said, as she flashed back to when she whispered into her mother's ear.

"I know. You were right. They were under the floor boards. And I'm pretty sure there was one hiding behind the desk." She narrowed her eyes. She could have sworn she saw the tip a rifle peeking out from one end of the table. "Nice to know that your training is baring fruit." She praised.

"What...now?" She asked quietly.

"We'll return by night. Nip this little problem before it gets out of hand." She told, as they walked on. "It is as I feared. He'll probably try to slip out before tomorrow, so we must keep him from leaving." She said. "Treya, this is a bit earlier than I was thinking, but I believe that you are ready." Ingrice said as Treya looked back up to her mother.

"For what?" She asked innocently.

"...keep my knife close, child." Ingrice smiled at her daughters expression. "Tonight, you prove yourself. Fail me, and I will leave you. I trust you understand me, Treya?" She bent down and looked her daughter in the eye.

"Yes mother...I-I will be prepared." Treya bobbed her head yes, as her mother towered over her.

"...I do not wish for you to fail. But this is-will, be a beginning, of something much more. I may even have you come with me a lot more often, if you do succeed." She promised, Treya's eyes grew a little more lifelike, as she heard those words.

"I will not fail you, mother." Treya bowed her head.

"See that you do not." Ingrice smiled in satisfaction.


Night time...

"Ah, shit! There's no way I'm gonna have enough leftover for the sale!" Clyde frantically was throwing papers left and right. "Confound it all! How could she have noticed!?"

"Skimming off the side was okay, until you decided to take a little more than you should have, Clyde." A man with white hair, and a black trench coat said as he leaned back against the wall. "Of course she would notice."

"I made a mistake...she'll kick me out on my ass, I'm certain of it. Or kill me..." He nodded as he felt a wave of shock.

"Look, we got ten guys in the building. If things get out of hand, we'll just kidnap the kid, and then ransom. You'll be set, and no one will be the wiser." The white haired man assured.

"...I'll pack my things, lets-"

Thump...

"..."

"...what was that?" Clyde tensed up at the sound of something hitting the ground.

"..you two, go check it out." The white haired man ordered as two of the ten he had with them went to go investigate. They went outside the door. At first nothing happened, but it was just dead silent.

"Hey! Sweds! Cotter! Answer me!" The white haired man called out, but got no response.

"Damn it! I'm getting out of here right now!" Clyde stumbled toward a back room.

"Be ready for anything ya' lugs! She might have brought some reinforcements." The white haired man forewarned.

(Window breaking)

"Huh?" They all stared at the floor, as a small cloth ball landed right in between them.

(FLASH)


"Damn! I knew I should have just left when I had the chance! No turning back no-" Clyde cursed as he made his way through the back of the building. "Oh crap! I forgot the ledger!" He made u-turn, right before he got too far. He was about to open the door, before he heard the sounds of a fight erupted beyond it.

"AGGGHH!"

"Fire!"

"What the-!?

(GUNSHOTS)

"Where the hell is he!?"

"Hey! Is the-OOF!"

"AGh..."

"Shit! AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHugh.."

"My fucking arm, MY ARM-"

(SLAM)

...

...

...

...

"...(pant), (pant), (pant)!" Clyde swallowed and began slowly backing away from the door, and then began going in the opposite direction. He saw the back door, and he was almost home free. Right as soon as stumbled out the door, he tripped over a rope that was placed across the door. Skidding along the ground, in a painful display.

"Ow! Who put a rope here-huh?" He looked up and saw Treya standing there looking at him with emotionless eyes. He backed away out of surprise, but then realized that it was just Ingrice's child.

"..." Treya remained silent as she held onto her knife.

"M-my dear child. Please do not be alarmed." He said as he slowly reached toward her hand that held the knife. "I just need to borrow that knife, do you min-" He was planning on taking Treya hostage, in order to barter for his life.

"HMMph!" Treya then was able to see Clyde enter her line of sight, and then thrust with all her might, into his throat. The blade pierced into his neck, as if it were made of butter. He widened his eyes as he looked into the girls emotionless stare. She then pulled back, and stumbled back onto the ground. Clyde was trying to block out the blood with his pudgy hands, but he was too busy choking on his own blood, as it poured out of his neck.

"...little...(Choke)...(gasp)...devi..." He then fell over and laid flat on his back, dead. Treya was breathing heavily. She looked at her hand, thickly coated in another humans blood, and it was shaking non-stop. She dropped her mother's knife, and crawled back against the wall of the nearby building. She brought her knees up, and wrapped her arms around her legs while sobbing. She glanced up slightly, but anything beyond ten feet was too dark to make out. She then was startled when Ingrice kicked open the door. She had blood stains on her kimono, hands, and boots. She looked down and and stepped over Clyde, as if he was just an inanimate object, and toward her daughter.

"...I've dealt with the ones inside. I see my plan worked." She sounded proud of herself. "I was your age, when I killed my first. So far, you continue to follow in my footsteps. Perhaps you were worth raising after all." She said as she came over to Treya who was still shaking. Treya's tears streamed down her head, and she rocked back and forth, as she tried to comprehend what she just did. She didn't know what happened. She just pushed the knife up with all her might, and could feel the blade slicing through flesh, and then nicking bone. It felt disgusting, and it was scary to her.

"...Treya. Rise up." She ordered.

"..."

"I know what it's like the first time. But do not think of this sack of meat as anymore than a sewer rat." She kicked the lifeless corpse of Clyde like a obstacle in her path. "I see...very well then." She sighed and then lifted Treya up, into her arms. Treya then clutched to her tightly as her silent cries were muffled by the kimono her mother wore. "Let us go to the bath house. Clean off this...vile blood." Ingrice said as she held her with one arm, and had a long hidden blade sticking out of the other. She then flicked her wrist, and the blade automatically retracted back into her wrist brace. As far as anyone else knew...

The blood spilled that night, was nothing more than a distant memory.


Bathhouse...

The two were refreshing themselves in the bath house, late that night. Ingrice was washing Treya's hair, while Treya just stared at the tiles of the flooring. She had never been to a bathhouse before, and was feeling a bit more relaxed. She felt safer with her mother behind her back, and at the same time, was counting the time she actually spent with her. The blood that stained them, was slipping into the small pools of water, and heading down the drain.

"Your kill was a bit sloppy, but you lived, and eliminated the target. Not bad, Treya." Ingrice scoffed slightly as she praised her young daughter.

"..." Treya was silent as her hair hung in front of her eyes.

"Up then, into the bath." She ordered, and the two sat into the large tub. Treya was looking at her hands under the water.

"I must say, this is rather a neat decor they selected for this place. Perhaps the mansion could use a tune up as we-hm?" Ingrice began saying, but looked down at Treya, who still had tears rolling down her eyes. She could detect that she was still reeling from the shock of killing for the first time. "...you will learn to detach yourself. Because it is required in our line of work."

"How...long? (sniffles)." Treya sobbed.

"As long as it takes, because if you don't..." She looked away and made a stoic expression. "..I will have no use for you anymore." As soon as she said that, she felt Treya snuggle up to her. She looked down with a curious eyebrow.

"I...will be useful. Just please...do not leave me mother." Treya pleaded as she rested her head against Ingrice's chest.

"Hmph...time will tell. For now..." Ingrice put a comforting arm around her daughter, and let her lay against her. "Well done."

"...(sniffles)." Treya clutched to Ingrice like a frightened child, for the duration they were there. All she had was her mother. Despite her cold nature, her mother was the only warmth she could cling to when she was frightened. She could not fail her, and if she did, it would be the worst feeling she ever felt.


The next day...

The two had returned from Crocus, and Treya held her mother's hand the entirety of the way home. Ingrice did not mind. It was her reward for not failing her, like she expected. They approached the garden that Vivian was presently attending, when Vivian turned to greet them properly.

"I trust your errand was seen to?" She inquired as the two stopped and stood away from her.

"He was skimming the supplies to some mercenary group. Here is the ledger of what I assume he was selling." Ingrice tossed to Vivian. Vivian caught it and began reading it over. "Mm. It shouldn't be too hard to track down these items. I'll have the merchant branch retrieve them. We should have them all by the end of the month." Vivian nodded.

"Excellent. Oh yes, good news." Ingrice placed her hands on Treya's shoulders while standing behind her. "Young Treya has had her first taste of blood."

"...she killed Clyde?" Vivian made a concerned face, while eyeing Treya, who didn't look up.

"Mm. I think she is ready for the next step." Ingrice said proudly. Vivian walked up to Treya slowly, and then knelt down to her height, to get a good look at her.

"Treya, hold my hand." Vivian said, as Treya, shakily reached up. "It was this hand, correct?" Vivian asked her.

"Yes...aunt Vivian." Treya nodded as her eyes just were locked toward the ground. Vivian then began massaging it with a light green, light that emanated from her fingers. The shaking then stopped, as Treya's hand ceased, and was now feeling relaxed.

"The feeling you felt is going to determine how efficiently you use your blade. Assuming of course, Ingrice is going to begin your next lesson." Vivian glanced up toward Ingrice. Ingrice smiled smugly. "While I do not condone at this young age, your mother was the same age, when she first offed her target. Normally you wait until ten years of age."

"Indeed. She may prove of useful."

"Do not make her shoulder anymore than necessary. The state of mind of a child is a fragile thing."

"I am well aware. But I am her mother, and she takes after me. Natural-"

"She is not you Ingrice. She may not show much expression, but she is still a young girl inside." Vivian kissed the top of Treya's head.

"(Sigh). Sometimes I wonder if our mother asked you to fill her absence. " Ingrice placed a hand on her head while shaking it in frustration.

"Only when it is necessary." Vivian scoffed with a small smile.

"Let us move on then. I will contemplate on parenting another time." Ingrice just wanted to move past it.

"How was the kill?" Vivian stood up and asked Ingrice.

"Bit sloppy, but went straight for the jugular. She used my knife. He never saw it coming." Ingrice simply said.

"The cowardly ones never do." Vivian scoffed. "After all, how could one expect it, at the hands of such a, innocent looking child." Vivian caressed Treya's cheek, wiping her hair from her grey eyes. "...but are you sure that was alright?" Vivian suddenly said to Ingrice.

"Come again?" Ingrice tilted her head slightly while staring Vivian dead on.

"Initiation comes at ten. Six is a bit too young." Vivian reminded.

"Well, think of this child as a special exception. Like me." Ingrice raised her hand, and then lowered it.

"Exception...heh. Oh the traditions of this family are taken lightly." Vivian couldn't help but smile and chuckle to herself.

"Come then, let us discuss this more over a hot dinner." Ingrice suggested. Vivian and Treya followed her inside.

"Child."

Treya widened her eyes at the whisper that echoed.

"Do not fear. I have been watching over you ever since you came to this place." The voice answered. Treya slowly turned back, just to get a better listen. But she was surprised to see a light beyond the darkness of her limited vision. It was in the form of a person. "You can see me, because I am reaching out. But do not react. I do not wish to disturb the time between you, and your mother." The voce sounded warm, and welcoming.

"Treya?" Ingrice asked, as Treya snapped out of it and looked back at her mother.

"Sorry mother. I was..." She looked back, and the light aura of the person vanished.

"...listening."


Well, this is the start. I won't do the dumb thing like most writers and promise I will update this one regularly like my others. But, I hope this story of Treya's past will make a name for itself in the OC section of Fairy Tail fics. I'm working on the next chapter for my other story as we speak, so look forward to that! How will this play out? How should this story proceed? Well we'll find out!

In the mean time..

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