I was so cold. Everything around me was frozen like ice. Snow gently fell from above me. I was scared and alone with no one there to comfort me. I started to cry, to bawl my eyes out in hopes someone would come rescue me, but no one did. I sat there, crying, helpless in the snow for what seemed like hours, until finally something came, picked me up, and took me away.

I don't know how I remember this day, after all I was so young, but this image has always been implanted on my memory. According to my mother I was only a newborn at that time, maybe one or two days old at most, yet somehow I still have a clear memory of the day she found me alone in that snowbank, with nothing but a blanket with my name embroidered on it.

My mother than took me in and raised me, teaching me everything I needed to know. She taught me to speak and read and right. She taught me proper English and etiquette for the outside world. She taught me how to remain calm and think rationally about everything, and how to come up with strategies. She taught me to survive and to live off the land. She taught me to hunt and how to determine what was and wasn't edible. The most important thing she taught me though was magic. She taught me magic so that I could defend myself when the time called for it, and also taught me to use my power for the good of those around me. She taught me to use each of my five senses to my utmost advantage, and to always remember to look for things out of the ordinary.

She was often very strict and always pushed me incredibly hard, but I knew it was just because she cared. She gave me lessons and trained me from dawn 'till dusk, only giving me breaks for meals. It was because of how hard she pushed me that I was able to become stronger, and I am very grateful to her for that.

I was honestly very happy living with my mother, and I loved her more than I loved anything else. I never wanted anything to change, but sadly all good things must eventually come to an end, and my life with my mother was no exception. My whole world was eventually ripped apart, completely obliterated all in one day. That day was July 7, X777. That was the day I woke up to find Thalassakonta, the water dragon, gone without a trace.

I searched for days trying to find her, but no matter which direction I searched I could find no sign of her. I lived off the land like she had taught; eating mostly roots and berries for weeks. Eventually I stumbled upon a village. It was my first time seeing other human beings, so I became very intrigued. My mother had always taught me about other humans and how they lived together, teaching me about their cultures and their customs, so I decided to go into the village.

When I entered I could smell all the scents of food I had never tried before, and my stomach started to growl. I knew better than to steal food, so I begged on the side of the road for hours, hoping there would be someone kind enough to give me something good to eat. I was just about to give up on finding food when a man came up to me. He was tall and thin, with pure white hair and a wispy beard coming down from his wrinkled face. He asked me my name, and I gave him the one I had known for so long. He asked me about my parents, and I told him they were gone. The man took pity on me and took me in without a second thought, giving me food and clothes and a nice room to sleep in.

I never told anyone I was raised by a dragon for eleven years. I knew they'd probably think I was crazy or that I was making it up, so I kept it and my powers secret from everyone. Eventually the man who took me in offered to teach me his magic, and I knew it would look weird if I declined so I trained with him. He told me that I had great potential, and even that I reminded him of another student he once had, a student he called Ur. He taught me how to make things out of ice and bend them to my will. He called my style a mix of static and active, since I could make stationary objects that could move on their own.

Again I was happy for another five years, training with master and mastering ice-make to the best of my abilities, but then my life changed again. This time it was no great tragedy that changed it. This time it was something that actually made my life better. This time, it was discovering that I have a brother.

I was in this small shop in town when it happened. The shop had just gotten some imports from Fiore, a country south of ours. In the shipment there were large quantities of a magazine titledSorcerer Weekly. I was looking through the magazines when I discovered something incredibly strange. I noticed one mage in a guild called Fairy Tail that was profiled in the magazine. That wasn't the strange part though. The strange part was that the two of us had so much in common: he was from the northern continent like I was, his birth date was the day before the date Thalassakonta found me, and he even had the same last name as me. Upon further inspection he even looked like me. There was no way that it was all coincidence, and I was determined to find out if this boy really was my brother.

The air was hot and the sky was devoid of clouds, things I wasn't used to on the northern continent. I had left my master and my village behind, promising to visit them whenever I could. I was now in Fiore, in a town they called Magnolia. I was here to find the boy I somehow knew was my brother, and so I went off in search of the Fairy Tail guild.

In the long run it wasn't hard to find, it was a rather large building in the center of the town with guild symbols everywhere, so it was obviously the place I was searching for. I went up and knocked on the doors, unsure about if I should really be doing this. The door was soon opened by an incredibly short man in orange and blue clothing. "Hello. May I help you miss?" He asked.

"Maybe. I came here looking for someone I know is a member here." I told him, hoping he knew the answer. I really wanted to find my brother, and I was hoping this man would know him.

"Well come inside then. I'm sure we can find who you're looking for." He then led me inside and pointed towards a bench. I sat down and he asked "Well I am guild master Makarov, so who is it you are looking for?" I told him, and he pointed to the corner of the guild. "He's over there miss. May I ask why you are looking for him?"

I smiled at him. "Let's just say he's an old friend." I said and walked toward the place he pointed to. Once there I saw the same boy I had seen in the magazine I had bout in the shop in the village. I saw the same boy who shared my last name. I saw the same boy that shared my birthday, my dark black hair, and my onyx eyes. He looked up at me as I came over, and my heart started racing. I was worried. Worried he wouldn't believe me. I hardly believed it myself, so why should he?

I stood there for a second and asked "Are you Gray Fullbuster?"

He looked at me strangely, probably wondering how I knew his name. "Yah, what of it? Who are you?" He asked.

"Well, my name is Sapphire Fullbuster, and I think I'm your twin sister."