Authors's Note: I will continue this if interest is shown. I'm open to suggestions and constructive criticism. This is my first attempt at a fanficiton so I really need the help. Also, all rights to Fairy Tail belong to Hiro Mashima, not me.

We begin our tale in the picturesque port town of Hargeon, a peaceful paradise full of bustling commerce. A pink haired girl walked down the street with a bag slung over her shoulder, the fairy tail insignia shown on the back of her right hand, just like her mother's. This girl had come into the city on a job sent into the guild to deal with a few thugs who were taking much more than their fair share and couldn't be caught by local law enforcement. The informant, the guard captain, had told her that they frequented allies at really any time of day, so she was just looking for the right one. She strolled through a market place still scanning for a good place to post herself as bait, when her keen ears pricked at the sound of a much more hateful voice than most of the crowd.

"I thought I told you to never come back here!" She heard the angry shout of a shopkeeper. 'That could be my guys' she thought. She quickly pinpointed the sound and followed it. There must have been a pause because the conversation hadn't continued until she found the source. She found a shopkeeper intimidatingly leaning over his wooden counter of his booth towards a lone figure clad in a tattered, sack cloth cloak. From behind, she could faintly make out some sort of white cloth lying in a line across the back of his head, hidden by his messy black hair. He reached into his cloak. The pink haired girl tensed, ready for him to attempt robbing the store. Instead she heard the faint clink of one or two coins. The hand came out of the cloak and what she heard must have been right because she heard the stranger say,

"I'm not looking for charity, I have money." The voice was weak from fatigue but it still manifested an odd kind of strength. The undertone in his voice seemed strange and out of place coming from someone as raggedy as him.

"And where did you get that? Stole it I bet, from someone not too lazy to get a job." The girl became irritated with the ignorant shopkeeper but couldn't blame him too much with the three bandits she was sent to track running around. The stranger didn't move or become angry.

"No I was given this money by a sympathizer who told me not to blow it on things not vital to life. I'm honoring what he told me and want to buy bread from your business. Is that not ok?" The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment at the levelness of the stranger's voice, as was the girl. The shopkeeper composed himself quickly and smacked the coins out of his hand. "Hey!" Came the response from the stranger, finally angered. It looked like they were about to come to blows and a small group of onlookers waited to see what would happen next. The stranger relaxed and said,

"You know what, keep the coins. I'll just go do what I always do and dig unfinished food out of the trash by the restaurant." He turned and began to walk away. The girl couldn't sit by anymore. She came up to the shopkeeper and picked the coins off the ground.

"Why won't you sell to this man? His money is as good as anyone else's." The stranger stopped and turned to see who was speaking on his behalf. He saw the pink haired girl standing intimidatingly in front of the baker, who seemed rather intimidated.

"We don't serve his kind here." He finally said with a somewhat shaky voice. 'What would make him so scared of a cute girl?' The stranger thought.

"Fine then, I'll take one loaf of bread please." The girl said defiantly, "and I don't think you want to deny service to a wizard." The baker looked absolutely furious but was forced to wrap a loaf of bread and give it to her. She paid him then turned around and gave the stranger the bread. It was the first time they saw each other's faces. The girl saw that the cloth she had seen was actually a folded over white cloth that covered the right eye of the stranger. His left eye was a deep brown. He was actually kind of cute. The stranger saw the face of the girl who had gotten him his next three meals and saw her shining brown eyes and happy demeanor. She smiled at him and he immediately knew why the shopkeeper had been scared, she had fangs! He took the bread with a breathless 'thank you' surprised by the kindness.

"What's your name?" The girl asked.

"Sylvaaris. Yours?"

"I'm Crista. Crista Dragneel." Dragneel, the name rolled in Sylvaaris' head. That was the name of the famous fire dragon slayer, Nastu the Salamander. This must be his daughter. He was humbled to meet someone of such prestige and power.

"Well I hope good fortune finds you, Crista Dragneel, so that even though I can't repay you, the universe does in my stead." Sylvaaris said eloquently.

"I'll take that as a really well worded thank you." Crista giggled. They said a mutual goodbye and Crista continued her search for a good ally. The encounter with the homeless man, Sylvaaris, had put her in a good mood. It felt good to put such a mean merchant in his place. She saw a likely ally and decided she wanted to use this one. She turned and walked down the thin pathway. It was completely abandoned. About halfway through walking, stones suddenly appeared and cut off all exits from the ally. She took up a fighting stance as she saw three figures came out of the shadows.

"And who might you three be?" Crista asked, gently setting her bag on the ground.

"Us? Oh just a couple of beggars. Can you spare a coin for us?" One asked. They were all wearing much too nice of clothing to be beggars.

"Oh you're out of luck." Crista sent back sarcastically, "I just spent the last of my money."

"Well then," another one began, "we're just gonna have to appropriate something of value for ourselves then. Hand over the bag."

"My mom told me to avoid giving things to beggars." Crista retorted.

"Who said anything about giving? We are taking." The thug launched a bolt of fire at Crista.

"Wrong move." She gobbled up the fire then immediately took a look of disgust, "Blech! Are you sure you're a fire wizard and you didn't just throw flash paper at me?" The bandit recoiled.

"What are you?!" He said panicked,

"A dragon slayer. Fire Dragon Iron Fist!" She lunged at the would be fire Mage and he took the punch full force. He slammed into a wall and went down for the count. The other two wizards had overcome their awe and now retaliated. One lunged at her with a normal punch. Crista smirked and dodged. She was just about to land another iron fist in retaliation but the ground under her foot spun abruptly and her momentum threw her off balance. As she tottered, a jet of water hit her from behind. She smacked into the ground. As her wits came back about her she spun her head and saw the thugs running with her stuff, she wasn't about to fail the job, let alone get her stuff stolen. "Fire Dragon Roar!" Her cheeks swelled and then a massive jet of fire burst from her mouth. The wizards both looked horrified but one turned and rose several feet of earth to protect them from the attack. She began to focus on melting it. She poured a little more energy in and the rock wall shattered, knocking the earth mage unconscious. The flame quickly cleared and she saw the water Mage running for his life. He was about to get away. Just as he was about to scale the rock wall with a water powered jump, a figure jumped over the wall. He kicked the thug back down to the ground. Crista recognized it as the man she had met earlier, Sylvaaris. The thug was on the ground, struggling to get up.

"Excuse me but I dont think that bag belongs to you." His voice was strong with an undertone of exhaustion, inverted from what she had heard earlier.

"Go to...Hell." Crista, even with her keen dragon hearing could barely make out his weak response. The world seemed to move in slow motion. Crista began to run towards Sylvaaris to try and block the water punch she now saw charging under the thug's body. She had to block Sylvaaris from the attack. The world came back to normal as the thug rolled over and launched the punch with all of his remaining magic energy. It was an attack that probably would have broken even Crista's guard and knocked her back. Then something unbelievable happened. As fast as lightning, a cane sword was pulled from under Sylvaaris's cloak. It didn't look like any sword made of steal though. The blade looked like it was made of volcanic rock with lava veins flowing through the brimstone, yet it was flat, sharp, and molded like steel. The hilt was thin and the cross guard simple, but there was a ruby on the pommel that pulsed with a fiery energy. Before the punch could land, Sylvaaris swung the sword in an uppercut, without hitting the thug. As he did, the ground under the thug turned molten and a column of flame about 8 feet tall shot diagonally out of the ground and ejected the thug into the air towards Crista. The high amounts of water around his hand had turned to steam that shrouded the alleyway. Whithin a few seconds it cleared and she saw the thug knocked out at her feet. Sylvaaris opened his cloak slightly and the sword was pushed blade first into a magic circle where it disappeared. Before his cloak fell shut, Crista saw the man underneath it. Sylvaaris was mostly skin and bones as if he lived off three meals a week. But he was a wizard? And not exactly a weak one. Sylvaaris picked up her pack and dusted the soot off of it. He walked to her and handed the bag back to its owner.

"That was incredible!" Crista exclaimed in excitement.

"It wasn't much. I felt the energy from your dragon's roar. Now that was an attack. Anyways it was great that I could return the favor for what you did for me earlier today. I guess I'll be going now." He turned to leave. The rocks blocking the exit had by now sunken back into the ground for the most part. Crista couldn't just let him leave.

"Hey Sylvaaris, wait." He turned around to look at her.

"Hmm?"

"How would you like to come join Fairy Tail? You could have that job you were looking for and make money and some new friends." He looked astonished and then looked away for a second. His shoulders began to shake and he said in a choked up voice,

"You're one of the kindest people I've ever met." He turned to face her tears of joy welling from his eye and from under the cloth. "I'd love to go with you." Crista smiled a smile exactly like her father's trademark.

"Well come on then! Let's get you back to Fairy Tail!"