AN~ I don't own Fairy Tail. I'm like on episode 20
Okay, so I'm a huge Gray Fullbuster so I wanted to write a fic with him 8D The POV is from my OC Layla.
Five years old~
"Layla!" Darren, the man I have become custom to being around yells my name even though he stands just in the door way of my room.
"Yes sir," I say standing up and curtsying.
"Layla, don't curtsy, you are going to be a leader. Curtsying makes you look weak, what is it that I say about the weak?" His voice was gentle but had a sickening darkness that was just below the surface.
"Weak people are nothing but stepping stones for us in charge to use for our own needs." I answer as I straighten my back and try to look strong and elegant. "Darren, I ask of you as one of my loyal subjects who is my parents?" He smirks at my question.
"Lady Layla, you have no parents. Your birth was chosen, the leader right now had wanted a child of darkness like himself capable of ruling our great cult. Your father had been a strong fire wizard, your mother had been a Darkness magic wizard. It was truly an amazing combination to make you, a shadow mistress." He crosses his arms.
"A shadow mistress?" I ask, this had been the first time I had been called that.
"A wonderfully evil wizard. Remember all the training, you can manipulate the shadows to do your bidding, and within those shadows you can create great harm to your enemies. The Shadow Nightmare, the strongest attack that you can bring forth. That single attack can create a realm within your victim's mind, bring forth their greatest fears, drive them to want death so bad that they commit suicide," his smile seems to get darker with evil intentions. "So, then your pretty porcelain hands won't get dirty."
"Where are my parents?" I change the subject.
"Dead, they were just our tools to create you." He answers. "I'm here to give you the love of a parent and personally protect you." He lies through his teeth. Throughout my life I was never given any type of love.
Twelve years later, aka present~
I'm sitting in my dark corner of the damp room that I've grown up in for the last seventeen years. Noises loud and annoying coming from outside of the room. My shadows lick and swirl around me. I stand up as I hear the door unlock. A Darren, the man that has given me most of my training.
"Layla, you ready?" His thunderous voice asks me.
"What other choices do I have?" I ask smoothing my black skirt around me, and pull my lace sleeves down.
"Good," he smirks. I step forward. "There is a group trying to take down our base. I need you to bring them down, kill them."
"I know," I say coldly as I walk past Darren, he reeks worse than the molding room. I walk in the shadows and follow the noises. I stop at the end of the hall watching a boy, I would guess be a year or two older than me, fighting two of the grunts. I shake my head as I huff. What weaklings. I've been raised that if you can't defeat your enemy alone than you are worthless, that you need punished for your weakness.
"Back down," my small voice echos of the cold stone room. The grunts look up at me and smile.
"Good day Layla," the girl with her hood half covering her face.
"Lady Layla," the boy says, his hood was down showing his scared face. I nod.
"Fall back," I repeat. They both nod and race out of the room. I walk into the room and cross my arms. The boy had spiky dark blue hair, and was wearing just jeans and shoes. "Who are you?"
"Ha, I'm Gray of the Fairy Tail Guild." He announces.
"I'm Layla, the shadow mistress." I repeat what I have been given over and over. He smiles. Something inside me seems to tingle. It was odd so I ignore it.
"You up to giving in easily?" He asks. I let out a harsh laugh.
"Give up?" I laugh again. "Good luck with that." I smile and flick my wrist. The shadows behind him flicker and hold tight to his feet. He was about to walk towards me but he was stuck.
"So what, you control shadows?" He says looking down at his legs. The shadows had snake themselves up to his knees.
"Yeah, that's my magic." I smile. He brings his hands together.
"Ice-make freeze!" His voice echos off the walls. His ice spreads throughout the room. My feet frozen. "Now, both of us can't move."
"Ice. Mm, as cold as my heart." I murmur. He looks at me with a confused look.
"How old are you?" He asks.
"W-what kind of question is that?" I ask confused. "I'm seventeen."
"Why are you working for them?" He asks looking me straight into my eyes.
"What kind of questions are these? I was born into this cult, I was raised to become their new leader. So, I can't fail to beat an ice wizard like you." I say with a cold heart. "Shadows, come to me. Shadow nightmare," I say seductively. His eyes glaze over.
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