Chapter 1: Amnesia is a pain

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Only Anya.

People say that amnesia is like one big canvas. A clean slate some might say. Well, it's not. All around me, I can see faces. People walk past me in this huge dome that is my memory and greet me as though it is nothing. It isn't. I don't recognize any of them. Not one voice nor face triggered any epiphany in me. But the thing was, I didn't care.

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"Hello?"
I could feel a probing sensation on my left eye lid. Was it my left? Or was it my right? I don't know. I tried swatting it away, but the sensation came back and the voice grew even louder.

"Hello?! I know you're not dead! Right? Are you?!"

"Oh would you just shut it!" I screamed in another desperate attempt to go back to the warm darkness.

"Hey guys! I think she's awake!"

"Yeah, we figured it out dumbass. Judging by the way you're yelling and the time, both Erza and the girl won't be happy with you."

I could literally hear the gulp and sense his fear. Whoever this Erza is, he or she must be frightening. Just when I had thought that they'd forgotten about me, the probing sensation returned. With one last swipe, I gave up and opened my eyes. At first it had hurt because light began rapidly streaming into my eyes, but once they were adjusted, I could see the owners of the two voices. One was pink haired man, not quite a boy but also not quite an adult, and a somewhat similar statured black haired man. Both had an emblem someplace on their bodies. The pink haired one was crouching down and peering into my face. It was as though he was observing a prey. I could see it very clearly. The keen glint of his eyes and crouch all reminded me of snake, awaiting its prey. Feeling slightly scared now, I backed up further against the back of the tree.

"W-who are you?" I whimpered. "W-where am I?"

The pink haired had opened his mouth to answer me when out of nowhere, a log comes flying across the clearing and promptly pushes the breath out of the man. I turned sharply to the direction that it had come from. There, standing in all her glory, was a warrior maiden with flaming red hair, brandishing one of the most fearsome swords that this life had every witnessed.

"Natsu! Why in Fairy Tail's name are you screeching this early?!"

The pink haired one, "Natsu" I assumed, was now back up on his feet, brandishing fire clad fists. Wait, fire clad fists?!

"You wanna fight, Erza? I'll give you a fight!" Natsu yelled.

I could see that Erza was exasperated with Natsu but instead of calmly telling him to calm down, she instead takes up his position and begins charging. For a minute, I was positive that I was going to witness an all out war when the third man spoke up.

"Guys! You're scaring the girl!"

That bought their attentions. Both Erza and Natsu now turned their eyes on me and I cowered a little bit more. The fires in their eyes died and Erza approached me cautiously. She knelt down and came a little closer, but she didn't touch me. The understanding in her eyes told me that she understood what I was feeling.

"Hello," Erza said, "I'm Erza Scarlet of Fairy Tail. Who are you?"

The name sounded familiar. It rang in my head like a familiar tune that can't be named. However, it was the question that caught me. Who? Who am I? Looking around, I finally take notice of my surroundings. I was in a clearing, filled with flowers and high, ever growing trees. The sky told me it was near dawn. I looked back at Erza and gathered my voice. There was some thing. Something in my head, urging me to talk.

"I-I don't know," I said. "I don't know."

"Great!" The man with black hair exclaimed. "Look at what you did fire-brain! When you knocked into her, you probably hit her head too!"

"Shut up stripper! I did not! She was already wandering around when she collapsed!"

"Gray! Natsu! Halt!"

Natsu and Gray froze and suddenly embraced each other while smiling at Erza.

"Aye sir!"

Just looking at them made me tired. How could they argue that much? I glanced at Gray and quickly turned back around, my face a beet red. Erza noticed this and stalked towards Gray.

"Gray! Find your clothes!"

Gray, who was no longer clothed save for the cross around his neck, hastily rushed out of the clearing to find his discarded clothes.

"Um…" I said, "does he do that a lot."
"Sadly, yes," Erza said while shaking her head. "It's a bad habit. Now, do you at least know your name?"

"Um…"

There was something there, right on the tip of my tongue yet I can't figure it out.

"A-A," I stuttered in desperation, "I think it's… Anya?"

"Well, it's better than girl in forest," Natsu piped up from where he sat.

"Yeah," Erza looked deep in thought, "but I still think that she should go and see Master Makorov."

She turned to me.

"Well Anya, how do feel about visiting Fairy Tail?"

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Fairy Tail turned out to be a huge guild hall, filled with oddities and I was only talking about the people. There were all sorts of people here. People with powers beyond imagination. I gazed at all of them in awe. This all seemed familiar yet not at the same time. I was too busy looking to see that two people approach me. This must be Master Makorov and Mirajane. Erza and Gray had filled me in while we were on our way back while Natsu ran ahead. He didn't seem fond of me. He also had a habit of glancing every so often, as though I would attack them any minute. Now that I see the little guild master and white haired mage, I begin to sweat a little. What will they do to me?

"Ah, so you must be Miss Anya," Makorov started off with a smile. "Erza told that you had no memories beyond Natsu."

"Yes sir," I said, "I don't remember anything beside waking up with Natsu in my face."

"Hmm… this is interesting," Makorov murmured.

Suddenly, he reached out and touched me. Before I knew it, a brilliant white light surrounded us. I could feel warmth at the tip of my finger tips and just as suddenly as it came, the light was gone. Everyone around us had become quiet. Natsu even stopped his brawl to look over here. I looked down and gasped. On the floor, a circle had been engraved with runes that I had never even seen before.

"W-what happened?!" I exclaimed, yanking my arm back from Makorov's grasp. "What did you do?!"

"Nothing, child." Makorov whispered. "But we must go to my office. Now. This is a matter to be discussed here."

Unsure, I tried to find an escape route. When I saw none, I simply gave up and followed the master back to his office, Erza and Natsu in tow.

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"What I did there was a clarifying rune," Makorov explained. "It's old magic. Very old and only reacts with the same kind of magic."

"But master," Erza interjected, "why did you use it on Anya?"

"That's because none of the modern magic today can create this certain case of amnesia. In addition to that, the shade of her eyes, hair, and mark can also tell what kind of magic she uses."

"What?"
I turned quickly to the nearest mirror. Since waking up, I had not had the chance to see what I look like. In the mirror, I saw a lithe young girl with pale hair and eyes. I would have sworn that she was a ghost had it not been for the bright red shirt that she was wearing. The light blonde hair fell to her waist in straggly waves and her pale blue eyes seemed almost blind. It was creepy almost. The weirdest thing, however, was the mark on my face. It hugged my left like a vine on a pole. It was made up of the same runes that had appeared in the circle. Now I know why the others in the guild was staring at me. I turned back to Makorov, confusion written all over my face.

"So, what can you tell me about this?" I questioned. "What does my mark mean?"

"Yeah old man! What does her mark mean?"

Natsu seemed almost apprehensive.

"Well, when I was young," Makorov began, "I studied a lot of ancient magic. In particular, dragon magic and seraph magic. Seraph magic originally belonged to these ancient creatures named angels but as time went by, the magic and blood got diluted due to breeding. Unlike dragon magic and our magic, seraph magic can only be used once the user's blood has been verified and the user has been given a mark like Anya's here."

"So that's how you know," I murmured.

"Yes, and Natsu," Makorov yelled to the young man. "Stop scowling! Just because you recognize these runes doesn't mean that she knows anything about Igneel!"

"What?"
Natsu knew about this? What did this mean? Before I could ask him any more questions, Natsu ran out of the office. Well, I sighed, there's always tomorrow. Plus, there were bigger things to worry about.

"So, we've figured out somewhat about who I am. The bigger question now is…where am I going to live?"
I flashed them all a big toothy grin.

A/N Hi everyone! This is your lovely, beautiful, charming, etc… oh I'm just joking! I'm very sorry for the hiatus on my other story. This is because I've been having writer's block and was extremely busy. So if you are here because of that, check out the latest update. Anyways, this is my new story involving an OC and Natsu Dragneel. What do you think about the OC so far. Any suggestions? I'm trying my best not to make her a Marie Sue but it is very difficult because all of my characters tend to be really similar. I also have a new Naruto fanfic in the works so stay tuned. I won't be able to update regularly but I will try to. I am still in high school but since I have qualitative analysis this year, I won't be as busy. P.S. What do you think about that class to those of you that have read it?

With all of the feels…

-Amy N