Hey there! Thanks so much for checking out my very first crossover fic! This one will be a crossover between Fairy Tail and DC Comics! I'm going to be using some common characters from the DC world (or maybe not so common?) and mixing them in with the Fairy Tail characters!
Now, I will be taking some creative liberties with the characters, so don't freak out if a hero's costume is the wrong color or whatever. That's why it's fan fiction...it allows me to do what I want with it. ;P
Anyways, on to the story! I hope you enjoy it, and feedback is always welcome! Happy reading! ^_^/
"Prince Khufu! Come quickly!"
I rush through the sand, hearing my guard calling out to me. "What is it?" I ask. My question falls short, however, as I come over a large sand dune and am met with a strange structure. "What is it?"
"We do not know, my lord," says my guard. "It appears to be some sort of vessel."
Indeed, it does. The structure is incredibly strange, unlike anything I had ever seen before. "We must investigate this further. Bring it back to the palace so we may examine it more closely. A sandstorm is coming, and the vessel will be buried if it isn't moved," I tell my guard. I look at the two others in my small search party, my betrothed, Chay-Ara, and my family's prophet, Nabu, and signal that it is time to go.
"What do you think it is?" Chay-Ara asks me, following me as I hurry back to the palace.
"I do not know," I confess, shaking my head. "It could be dangerous, so I want—"
"I will not be ordered away," Chay-Ara tells me, giving me a stern frown. "I wish to help you, Khufu, so please let me."
"Chay-Ara," I sigh, taking her hands in mine and meeting her eyes, "I cannot risk you getting hurt. Stay away from the palace's temple until I say. Alright?"
She looks unhappy, but she nods in agreement. "I expect you to stay safe as well, Khufu," she says.
I chuckle, kissing her hand, "I promise."
Some time later, the vessel has been moved to the palace's temple, and the vessel has been opened. I stare inside of it at the strange markings written in it, and the even stranger levers surrounding a small seat.
"It appears to be some sort of transportation vessel," Nabu says.
"How is that possible?" I frown.
"I—"
"My lord, I found something," my guard calls from inside the vessel. Once inside, I see that it is sectioned into three different rooms. As I go to my guard, Nabu inspects the markings along the inner walls.
"What is that?" I ask, reaching the small room my guard stood in. His eyes were wide as he stared ahead, not even glancing over at me. I follow his gaze, feeling my own eyes widen at the unbelievable sight.
On a small platform sat a large, metallic, stone. Only, it wasn't exactly sitting. It was floating. "How is that possible?" I gasp, going closer to the object.
"Nth Metal."
I turn to Nabu, frowning in confusion. "What?"
"The walls tell of this object," he explains, "it is called 'Nth Metal' by the owners of this vessel. They must have perished in the desert, however, since there was no body within the vessel."
"What does this Nth Metal do?" My guard asks, his voice unable to hide the fear he felt.
"It seems to grant the power of flight, from what it appears," he answers, looking at the metal. "I will want to observe it more, however, in order to determine all of its abilities." He gives me an inquiring look, seeking permission. I nod, wanting to know myself what this strange material can do.
"I must return to Chay-Ara now," I tell them, "we will continue this tomorrow. Explain to Hath-Set that we will be using this temple until our examination is over."
"Yes, Prince Khufu," Nabu bows as I leave.
Within a week, the metal has been fully examined, and Nabu has even discovered how to melt it and form it into different objects. With the limited material, we are only able to create a knife, a battle glove, and a small scarab. We quickly learn that this scarab gives the holder the ability of flight, like that of a bird.
We also realize that the Nth Metal effects the body, containing some sort of otherworldly elements. Chay-Ara and I, spending the most time with the metal, gain strange thoughts of a different world, one so unlike our own—the world the Nth Metal and the strange vessel came from.
Hath-Set has also taken an ever-increasing interest in the Nth Metal, speaking often of it being a gift from the gods, one that we should entrust to him. I always deny him, though, knowing this metal isn't safe for any one man to control.
"Are you sure this will be alright?" Chay-Ara asks me as we walk through the dark corridors of the palace. I have decided to take the metal to one of my family's pyramids and bury it so that it cannot effect anyone else as it did Chay-Ara and me.
"It will be once this metal is buried," I say.
We slow when we approach the temple, noticing a light coming from inside. "Everyone should be in bed," Chay-Ara frowns, going forward. She reaches the room ahead of me, and a scream pierces the still night air. I run to her, but arrive too late.
"Hath-Set?" I ask, shocked to see him standing in front of where Chay-Ara lays on the ground, blood pooling around her in a crimson puddle. Hath-Set holds the blood-stained knife made of Nth Metal, a wick smile twisting his lips.
"You are unworthy of this godly element, you fool," he cackles. "Only a divine man should be able to wield it! Someone like me!"
I am still frozen from shock when he plunges the knife deep into my chest, his eyes meeting mine as I sink to the floor beside my beloved Chay-Ara, already gone to this world. "We shall see each other again, my love," I whisper, touching her hand as I quickly fade into the darkness.
I sat up in bed, gasping for air as I clutched at my aching chest. I pulled away my shirt, examining the skin and sighing in relief when it's unmarked. For a moment, I had truly felt that knife sink into my flesh. It felt as though my soul had been ripped from my body.
I shouldn't have been surprised. I'd had the same dream every night for over a week. Almost as if something was calling to me. Why did that Khufu guy seem so familiar? And that woman? "Chay-Ara." The ancient Egyptian name rolled off my tongue as if it were made for it, flowing so easily into my ears, like I'd heard it before. My chest hurt even thinking about her heath in the dream, so I shook myself and got out of bed.
It was still early, barely even six in the morning, but I knew sleep would be unattainable until the next night, so I made a pot of coffee and turned on the television. As I poured myself a steaming cup of my bitter, liquid love, I stared at the television screen, the news cameras showing images from an attack the previous night.
"Gajeel, you awake?"
"Yeah," I called, not bothering to go to the door. My closest friend, Lily, let himself in, pouring a cup of coffee before taking a seat at my table.
"Did you hear about the attack?"
"Jose Porla has some nerve," I growled in affirmation, "comin' into my city and making a damn mess of things."
"Your city?" Lily asked, amused. "Aren't you just a simple archeologist, Gajeel?"
"The same way you're just a physics professor for Magnolia University," I scoffed.
"Gray and Juvia already checked out the bank that was hit. It was a quick job. If it was Jose, he was faster than usual."
"I suppose we'd better head out then, too," I nodded. "Blondie and that speedy bastard will be showing up soon if the other two are here."
"I heard that Erza's on her way as well," Lily added, making me groan.
"They're going to destroy Magnolia."
"If Jose doesn't first," Lily chuckled. "Come on, let's get going."
We went to the basement connecting our separate houses, immediately going to our own different areas. Lily's area was cluttered with computers and scanners, and several other types of machines I probably couldn't pronounce if I wanted to.
Mine was more simple.
Weapons from different centuries decorated the walls, along with a few "keepsakes" I'd found while out in the field. Our purpose for having this little "secret base" however, was for the metal suit hidden in a secret compartment of the wall. I pulled one of the maces on the wall, revealing the compartment which held my suit.
Once fully dressed I glanced at myself in a refection from one of Lily's endless monitors. I wore silver armored boots which went to my knees, a pair of black pants tucked into them which were far too tight for my liking. Straps crossed over my chest, meeting in the middle at a circular disk, adorned with the image of a hawk—fitting, since they held in place a set of wings between my shoulder blades. The wings were large enough to support my weight, and the feathers on them were as black as the night sky. To finish the obnoxiously gaudy outfit was a helmet made of the same metal as my other armor. It fit over my face, adding even more so to the hawk appearance with the beaklike point covering my nose, and the large wing-like additions on the top at either side. It came down, covering the sides of my face as well, making sure my head was protected at least.
"I still don't see why I have to where this god-awful suit," I complained to Lily as he put his own suit on. It was even gaudier than mine, if that were possible. The exosuit was red and blue, covering his entire body, and it even had a mask which covered the upper half of his face. It fit to him as tightly as my damned pants did, making fighting slightly easier.
"Because you don't want everyone in Fiore to know who you really are, right?" He frowned, his dark skin only highlighted by the suit.
"Yeah, but it's still annoying as hell."
"You're the one who picked it," he smirked.
"No, I said I liked the Egyptian hawk God Horus. I didn't say turn me into a damned bird."
To that, he laughed, slapping me in the back below the junction of my wings. "You can't deny you like the wings."
"Just a little," I grinned.
He headed for the basement's exit, still chuckling to himself. "Well, let's get going. Hawkman."