This fan fiction may include spoilers to the actual anime/manga. Viewers beware. Also this is purely made up of my own mind, with my own Ocs and some original characters. It is based off of the future of Fairy Tail. I may even reference a couple of Ocs that some of my favorite artists make for Fairy Tail children, just because i think they are amazing! Lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy~
Long dark hair, brown fading into a deep teal, cascaded over her back. She holds back a soft cry, eyes watery and fists clenched into her lap. She is clothed in a white gown, tightly fitting her body, with red and blue scales glittering towards the hem of her dress.
"Citlali, you look beautiful!" the girl's mother exclaimed, rushing over to her daughter, hugging her from behind. "Your father would be so proud!"
Citlali cowers away from her mother and looks to her with disgust. "Father would not wish this!" She turns her head sharply. "Father believed in Love. Were supposed to be better than Humans, who enter relationships for status, or glory. Dragons love much deeper than this."
Her mother looks at her solemnly. Slowly she reaches behind her neck and unties a necklace, gold embroidered, red, fading to teal scales. Citlali turns away from her mother to look at the ground and pulls her hair to the side, exposing her back. Her mother ties the necklace around Citlali's neck, and then she hangs her head in sadness, leaning against her daughter's back.
"We didn't want this for you." Citlali turns her head slightly. "I wanted you to find your own, but we take care of eachother here. After the war, humans began to turn on dragons again." Her mother lifts her head and sits in front of her daughter, reaching to touch the glittering necklace, causing the blue scales to glow. "Your father protected us, and created this community so we would be free. You know how petty humans can be, and you know well how proud Dragons can be too." She grabs Citlali's hands into her own and gently kisses her fingers. "Your husband will be good to you. He has loved you for many years, almost as much as me!" She winks, and Citlali smirks slightly. "This way, we can preserve our way of life. Stay here, where it is safe. And be happy." She stares out towards the entrance of the small tent. "Save from the chaos of the world."
Citlali leans down and rests her head in her mother's lap. Her mother grasps her falling hair and places it into a neat bun atop her head.
"Thank you, mo-"
Suddenly they are cut off to hear a high pitched roar from outside, and the ground below them shakes. Citlali and her mother fall over to their sides and the necklace around Citlali's neck begins to glow bright crimson. She and her mother rush outside to see what the commotion is, only to be overwhelmed with the sight of blue flames and screaming villagers running for cover. Citlali looked up into the sky and saw a large black dragon, with the body of a smaller green dragon hanging lifelessly from his jaw.
Some villagers ready for attack, their bodies glowing in a variety of colors, giving way to their unique magic.
"Achnologia…" Citlali turns to her mother, who mentioned the fabled name. "Your father created this place to be safe from him. He should have never found us." Citlali, grasping her mother's hands begins to feel cold water wisping around their bodies, and enveloping her mother. The air around them quickly dropping to freezing temperature.
Citlali quickly takes her hands away and falls to the floor wincing at her frozen burnt hand. Slowly she looks up to her mother, hair whipping around her, and deep blue scales start to appear on her mother's legs and arms.
"Sweet heart," her mother looks down, "you must hide."
Her mother steps off towards Achnologia, who had already begun his assault on the lesser dragons before him. Before she could see her mother transform into the fully formed Dragon she was raised by, she felt hands grip her shoulders tightly, almost burning to the touch.
"Citla! We must escape!" A darked skin young man, no older than 25, with darker brown scales on his arms pulls Citlali to him and carries her away from the battle.
"Terra!" Citlali yells. The earth beneath them begins to tremble, lifting from behind them blocking from debris from the fight. Citlali breaks herself from Terra's arms. "I can't leave my mother!" She yells, backing away from him.
"Citla we can't stay here! We must survive!" He grabs her arm and earth forms around it, strengthening his hold on her. "That is why she is fighting. To protect us, to protect our future!" Citlali begins to silently cry, seeing the rage and worry on his face, glancing at the battle behind Citlali. He begins to calm, scales forming into his skin and the earth breaks away from around their hands. "I want to make you happy, but we could all die here." He pulls Citlali into his arms. She continues to cry, slightly trembling and flinching to every crash and break around them. "Don't let her sacrifice be in vain."
Terra's arm hardens with brown scales fully and lifts the earth from below them to shield from a limp body thrown by the black dragon still in the sky. "We have to go!" He shouts, pulling Citlali with him. As they run underground she glances behind her, hopeful to catch one last glimpse of her mother, before being fully submerged underground.
In the cold ground, other villagers are cowering, holding each other and some belongings. Dust crumbles from the roof of the small alcove above them, from bodies meeting the earth, she was sure. She looked down to her earth stained white dress. Some of the red and blue scales peeling off. She reaches for her hair, pulling the loose bun apart, to let her long hair drape over her shoulders. Terra grasps her hand and stares into Citlali's teal eyes. Citlali looks back, noticing his scales have completely disappeared, to expose his dark skin. He too was wearing a white garb, decorated with red and brown scales, his dreaded hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, but some strands were freed from the battle above.
Citlali rubs the tears from her eyes and wraps her arms around her belly. She realized that her magic wore off that made her appear skinnier. Terra watched her arms and looked back at her. "Do you honestly think, looking skinnier, matters to me?" She looks away ashamed. "I've known you my whole life. And you look better your natural self anyway." He reaches his hand to grasp hers. "That's why I asked your mother to marry you." He looks away. "That and you're my best friend. You are the nicest girl I know."
Citlali scoffs and look at him harshly. "I'm the only girl you know!" She pulls her hand back. Terra laughs a little and stares back out of the hole they entered into.
"That's around my age," He adds.
A brief silence was interrupted by a beaten and bloodied green covered dragon slayer collapsing into the cave, carrying on his shoulders a beaten elder woman. Citlali jumps to catch the woman, recognizing her as her mother but aged heavily. Terra grasps the fading green slayer by the shoulders.
"What's going on out there!" The man, scales now fully dissolved into pale flesh, gripps Terra's arms.
"We need everybody, cable of full dragon force. Achnologia, he is killing them all. Dragon, dragon slayer, he's killing us all!" The pale injured man coughs up blood, covering the tattered white tunic Terra was wearing. Terra watches as the man collapsed and stares into the earth, lifelessly. Terra looks back at the remaining villagers, elder, and middle aged, decorating their skin with scales the color of their given elements.
"We won't let our people be killed by that traitor!" The remaining villagers shout. "We will protect our guild, our family, our Dragon kind!" With that the remaining villagers rush behind Terra and into battle, some, transforming while exiting the alcove. Terra, turns to Citlali and her beaten mother. He reaches to her and then pulls his arm back, ready to enter the battle before them, darker brown scales already coating his brown skin.
"I know you didn't want to marry me. When us dragons, find the one were meant for, they become the treasure of our lives, to hoard, to protect, to cherish forever. And it's always supposed to be mutual." He looks away from Citlali, ready to leave their temporary sanctuary. "Although, we never had that, I would have protected you until the ends of the earth." With that he rushes out into battle, a long, thick, dark scaled tail forming behind him.
Citlali, torn with emotion, begins to shake and cry uncontrollably, holding her mother's limp body close to her shaking chest.
"Lali," her mother weakly says.
Citlali opens her red stained eyes and quiets her sobbing, and stares at her mother's ever aging face. "Mom.." she chokes. "Why are you aging. What's going on?"
Her mother turns away from her daughter's face. Conflict on her face.
In their culture, when a Dragon finds their mate, that they are destined for, their age is shared, so one won't outlive the other. But when one of the pair dies, the aging progresses, as a normal human would. Citlali, like her mother, had a magic outside of their common dragon slayer ancestry, to disguise themselves well. Her mother knew that that her mate died, long ago. But never had the heart to tell her beloved daughter. But perhaps, with the possible hope of finding her father, she will be able to find others like them. Other slayers, and dragon kind, to warn and protect and maybe fight against Achnologia.
"I am weakened Lali...i'm dying." She reaches her cold hand to her daughter's cheek.
Citlali grasps her mother's hand and tears stream down her face. "No you're fine! We're going to be fine! We will escape. We can leave!" She looks around her frantically. "Were surrounded by water mama! You're a water dragon, you can guide us to the mainland. Maybe the humans can help us!"
Her mother looks away and rests her hand on her chest, breathing raggedly. "Citlali, Humans and dragons have been at war for many years. They fought for dominance over the land. We represent the unity of our races. Our ancestors are both dragons and humans. Now that the feral dragons have been beaten, humans forgot about our bond." Her mother coughs up and blood spots her daughter's face. "Find your father," she lies. "Find him, he is the only fire dragon left of our tribe." She reaches a hand back to her daughter and gently wraps a strand of hair around her finger. " You came out, the spitting image of me," she weakly laughs, "I always imagined while pregnant with you, that you would get your father's rose hair. But maybe it's better you got my looks, then your father's." In response, Citlali laughs a bit.
"Dad's still out there?" Citlali questions.
Her mother thought for a second. "I stayed young, as if no years passed. Because he is out there somewhere. But now, nearing my death…" She trails off, hearing the screams and roars from outside, earth blowing in from the outside… "Be safe my precious girl." Ice comes from the fading woman's fingers, enveloping around them. "You hold the key to our survival."
Citlali notices the air chill around her, seeing her breath she looks around, still clutching her mother close. She drifts off into a deep sleep, falling to her side. Citlali's mother, now laying on the ground turns to see her daughter's face. "Maybe you'll take after him in his fire."
Citlali is now frozen, heart stopped, and into a deep sleep.
"One more dragon left."
Citlali's mother notices how quiet the battle has become. She begins to hyperventilate, knowing what he planned to do.
Acnologia inhaled deeply. " I hear one more heartbeat." And with his final words thrusts his clawed hand through the fading mother's chest.
At the guild hall
"Natsu! If your brat burns one more of my shirts I'm freezing your ass!"
"Then quit stripping and leaving your shit around! You damn popsicle!" Natsu flares, while sitting at a lively table surrounded by his guild family. Lucy, sitting across from the table reading a book with a dark blunette girl to her left and a small blond girl to her right, resembling Lucy to a tee, kicks Natsu from under the table, and squints her chocolate orbs.
"Natsu….watch your mouth! I don't want Layla to copy you!" She resumes reading aloud to her small audience.
"Yeah!" The small framed blond girl responds. Natsu covers his mouth with a surprised look on his face.
"I didn't do anything! I'm innocent!" He feigns a quiet sob with his head down on the table, awaiting a response.
Another girl, about the same size as little Layla, with rose pink hair shyly approaches Natsu and pats his shoulders. "I'm sorry daddy." Natsu lifts his head with a softened expression and gives a small smile. "I'll go say sorry to uncle Grey."
Natsu rubs his hand on his daughter's head, making her ponytail loose. "That's my girl." She turns around and makes her way to a fuming Grey clad in his boxers holding a burnt shirt.
The small pinkette clears her throat and whispers quietly. "Um...Uncle Grey~" She twiddles her thumbs.
Grey immediately stops his tantrum and slowly turns to the small child. "Eh- Hey Sweetie!" He rubs the back of his head.
The pinkette bows her head and apologizes. "I'm sorry for burning your shirt. It was so cold, and I just wanted to warm it up for you! Please forgive me!"
Grey squats down and looks at her small onyx eyes. "Thanks for trying to warm it up for me" He puts on the shirt, with a burn singed through the abs and to the side. "Wow it's so warm!" He grins.
"Liar." A boy comes from Grey's side with arms crossed in just white pants and dark blue hair spiked back. Grey pushes him away and freezes his son's head.
"Haha don't mind him hon. He's a blockhead." And with that the pinkette giggles and is lifted into the air by a slender Lisanna, long silver hair, swaying braided down her back.
"And who's messing with my girl here!" She reaches a hand to tickle the already giggling girl. Natsu approaches Lisanna, grabbing his daughter and hoisting her on his shoulders.
"Let's go find your brother!"
"Aye sir!" The pinkette exclaims while pointing outside.
The little blond girl starts to get excited, pulling at her mother's arm. "Mom mom! Can I go with them! I want to see Igneel training!"
Lucy closes her book and smiles to her daughter. "Sure thing Layla, be careful ok?"
Layla bounces away from the table and towards the swinging doors of the guild hall. The slightly older girl to Lucy's left pouts. "But aunt Lu. It was just getting to the best part." Lucy reaches a hand to hug the dark blunette.
"We can finish tomorrow. I promise, ok?" Lucy smiles.
The dark haired girl smiles. "Ge he~" And hoists herself off her seat to run out of the guild hall, following Layla.
"Kids sure do get excited at the silliest things nowadays." A warm hand squeezes Lucy's shoulder from behind. "Right beautiful?"
Lucy rolls her eyes at the tangerine haired man known as Loki. "Beautiful? Flattery gets you nowhere Mr 'summon myself whenever I want'" Lucy quotes in the air.
"Ha ha what do you mean? Flattery gets you every wh-"
"You guys, Carla had a vision!" exclaims a taller, much older Wendy Marvel. Her long blue hair is pulled in a high ponytail atop her head. She is wearing a dress, similar to what she's always had, but this one reaches her ankles. A light sheen of sweat shows on her worried face as she gripped the wall, catching her breath from running downstairs.
Grey and his son rush up to Wendy. They are joined by a short haired Mira, still flaunting her maroon dress, and then shortly Lucy. Lucy places a hand on the young boy's head, turning to eye Grey.
"Gin, why is your hair wet?"
"He needed to cool off Lucy!" Grey defends. Lucy simply shakes her head and looks to Wendy who is turning to walk back up the stairs.
"Come with me guys. It's best she tells you." They follow Wendy up the stairs, leaving the rest of the rowdy guild behind.
I hope you guys like this fanfiction. I wanted to have fun and imagine what the future might have with my own OCs. I'm kind of a novice writer so I hope I don't disappoint! I am taking a different perspective with how I want the future generation of FT to be, and utilizing some interesting ships.
Feel free to review; I would love to see what you think about my story!