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Some may call it extreme. Hell, I call it extreme.

Was it necessary?

I don't know, probably.

I know Damien doesn't think it is but that's why I left without him. I didn't need him here to talk about how much of a mistake I was making. How was this a mistake? I was doing what any concerned child would do and look for their parents. But it's just one parent for me. Now, anyway. It wasn't always like that, though.

The dirt road I was walking on starting changing into a large cobblestone path, signaling I was soon entering the city, Magnolia. I got a good look of it a few miles back on a hill that overlooked it. It was pretty damn big and strangely diverse. Such an important city as it is, I would have expected the buildings to be carbon copies of each other but that apparently was not the case. It seemed every building was different in some way.

I was walking closer and closer to the city gate when a rather strong breeze ruffled my onyx hair. My hair was really long, even for me and I almost never cut my hair, only when it's absolutely terrible. I blinked my blue eyes, stinging because of the wind. My dark cloak billowed against the breeze and for some reason I felt extremely scared. I can't clearly explain it but something deep within my very being shuddered with this wind and gave me a strange premonition.

Aside from the creepy episode that I had experienced right before my city debut, I was feeling quite excited. I had finally made the journey to Magnolia, something I had wanted to do for 10 years, since the rumors of the Salamander spread to my sleepy country-side village. Soon then after, word of the Iron Dragon Slayer crept here. Both were from Magnolia. Both must have dragons, right? I had already met Damien by then and told him my master plan of traveling to Magnolia to meet them. He shot it down completely and forbade me to speak of it again. I told him to stop being so protective.

Then, to my sheer anxiousness, the Heavenly Dragon Slayer shows up, not to mention the White Dragon and Shadow Dragon slayers. I pleaded Damien to let me go but he refused. So many Dragon Slayers! It had to mean something, didn't it? I thought it did. So I got Damien drunk and left the cottage late and walked out of town. I think the residents didn't care much for me anyway.

Stop thinking of Damien, you'll see him soon, probably. I told myself. I thought happy thoughts and went on my merry way into the gargantuan city in search of the Salamander.

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I dragged myself into a bar and slumped on a wooden stool, exhausted from wandering the city. There was so much to see, it was hard to restrain myself from wasting my entire day. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. A plump man with a large beard tending the bar raised an eyebrow at me as I slumped practically all my weight on the counter, resting my head on my forearms .

"Can I help you, Miss?" he asked with suspicion.

"Alcohol, please," I moaned, reaching in to the small coin satchel on my belt and putting a small wad of jewel bills on the counter. "And a room."

He was not going to question the money facing him, so he handed me a mug of beer, a plate of food, don't remember what it was but it was good, and a room key to room 7. I downed two pints and stumbled up the wooden stairs to a door that had a large metal plate with the number 7 on it. I turned the knob and shut the door, locking it, throwing the key on the nightstand next to a very comfortable looking bed, and sat on the edge of said bed. I threw my backpack off and set it on the dresser in front of the cot. I undid the buttons on my cloak, folded and placed next to my backpack. I then collapsed into the bed and drifted off to dreamland…

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I groaned as my brain decided to dwell on the fact that it was bright outside, so I opened my eyes and was temporarily blinded by the sunny day outside. I slowly propped myself up on my elbows and then onto my hand. I stretched and grunted. clambering out of bed and grabbing my backpack, I dug around inside and found my hair brush, a gift from my father, Galaxus. It was black with small light orbs always changing on the surface. He told me it was enchanted with magic and that as long as he was alive, the little stars on the brush would always shine.

I smiled at this past memory while I prepared to leave the room. I placed my cloak back on and left the room. As I appeared downstairs, I threw my room key in the direction of the bartender. He said something like "Shit!" as he fumbled to catch the key. I walked up to the bar.

"Hey pops, do you know where a man named Natsu is?" I asked while swiping a deep red apple from a small basket on the counter. "Also goes by Salamander, I think."

The man sighs and rolls his eyes. "That brat?" he asks somewhat annoyed. "You want to see that fire breathing dork? He's at Fairy Tail, obviously."

"As in, the Fairy Tail guild, am I correct?" I nearly spit out the apple I had taken a bite out of. Fairy Tail was a guild full of powerful mages. I should have known that at least ONE Dragon Slayer would be there. The man nodded.

"I hope you're not planning on joining; just about everyone here has had enough of the trouble they bring with them. You can get seriously hurt there." The old man obviously didn't understand that I had only asked if he knew where Salamander was, I didn't need a lecture.

"Okay pops. Thanks for everything." I waved my hand behind me as I went through the door. The massive guild should be pretty easy to find even in a city as grand as Magnolia. Almost everyone knew the Fairy Tail insignia, including me.

Alright Ivy, time to find yourself a Dragon Slayer!

I know this chapter was pretty slow and didn't really explain much but we learn her name! Please review if think I should continue or if I made a HUGE mistake! Thank you for reading!