Finally updated! I've changed my mind on a few things regarding the story line, but I can guarantee it'll be great!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail
High, Thick gates surrounded the rebuilt town. Gunners were positioned on every fence, every gate and every building. Their clothes covered in thick leather and armour, bombs and ammo hanging from their belts. They're guns were fixated on the area outside the gate; the dark forest.
Within the gates was what seemed like a peaceful city, on the outskirts were the fields; these included the farms and the food produce. The fields were stocked with juicy fruits and vegetables, while the farms had several animals, happily munching on their afternoon brunch. Further into the city, past the fields, were the markets. This was were people sold their goods. Farmers would sell their produce and animal products, dressmakers would sell fine clothes and shoes, and so much more. This part of the city was care-free and living in harmony. People would buy goods, eat or use, and then buy again. Children would play tag and run through the different streets. Families and friends would come together to chat and provide friendship. No one was afraid of the outside threat.
Beyond the marketplace was the Capital. This was protected by towering gates and fences. Guards would constantly walk around the manor, guns at the ready. It seemed like a castle that belonged to a King and Queen. The manor was a school for the gifted and talented. It was a training centre were young would become hunters and fighters. It was a school of protecti-.
A loud slam of the classroom door brought Lucy away from her book. The classroom was rowdy, girls chatting with each other, males showing off in front of their friends. It seemed like a normal school. It wasn't. It was a prison, a place where teenagers learnt how to protect themselves. You didn't learn subjects like Maths and Science, you learnt how to scavenge, fight, and kill. Lucy groaned, wishing she could go back to her dorm where there was peace. Lucy was currently attempting to indulge herself in the history of the capital, considering there were no other books to read. She couldn't find the energy to concentrate with all the noise, so she placed the book down and tried to take in the outer scenery.
It was dawn, 6:00am to be precise, the first class was about to start. The sun had started to rise and provide the tiniest amount of warmth on Lucy's pale skin. She shifted her long-golden plait to her other shoulder, while her creamy brown orbs focused on the fields past the gates. She began to twirl a pencil around her slender fingers, tapping it on the desk occasionally. She hadn't noticed every student was staring, whispering and gossiping about her. Her thoughts were interrupted when a petite woman, no older than 25 stood in front of her. Her pale arms were on her hips and her white hair glowed in the sunlight.
"Lucy" She spoke sternly, catching the attention of the bored blonde. "You should be focusing on the class, not the fields". This remark earned giggles from around the classroom. The blonde rolled her eyes and suppressed a snort.
"Sorry, Mirajane" She purred teasingly to her former-friend-now-teacher "The fields are more important than learning about our history" Lucy replied with a smirk, crossing her arms and leaning back on the chair.
"Mr's Strauss" Mirajane corrected, earning another eyeroll from her student. "Unlike you, our students believe that learning history is vital. Now, I suggest you sit in your chair properly, and perhaps change into something more appropriate when class ends". Lucy scoffed, and faced the window again. She could feel her fellow classmate observing her outfit. Lucy didn't care about wearing some bulky clothing which prevented her from moving quicker, after all, speed was vital in this era. Her black, tank top provided an excellent display of her cleavage and thin figure. The tank top was tucked into denim, shorts that just passed her butt. She had an empty knife guard attached to her leg. Her feet were covered by combat boots that reached just past her ankle.
The class took an hour to end. Lucy couldn't be happier, she rushed out as soon as the bell rang. The next class was her favourite.
The blonde was always first to class, she loved to practice before everyone else arrived. She put down her books and went to turn around, only to bang into a sturdy chest. She looked up and was met with a smirking face of a handsome man around her age. "Watch where you're going brat", she hissed, moving aside and walking towards the practice dummy.
"Is that how you greet your new training assistant?" He smirked, "I'm sure Layla wouldn't be too happy with it". The said man twirled a knife skilfully, Lucy rolled her eyes and ignored.
"I don't need some stupid trainer" The blonde challenged, she picked up a knife of the bench and aimed it at the dummy. It landed in the centre of the head. "I never miss".
Gildarts booming voice echoed through the training hall. "Lucy!" He cheerfully yelled, "I see you've met Gray! He was one of the survivors in my village years ago". Gray grinned, completely removing his arrogant façade from before. The students' finally arrived to class and one in particular stood out to Lucy.
"Luce!" A male called out, tackling her with a hug. His pink hair tickled her face, forcing her to let out a small giggle. He was the only one who could make her laugh.
"Natsu! Get off me!"
"Oh please, I'm not that heavy!" Natsu got up, giving Lucy a hand. He turned his gaze towards the black-haired male, "who's he?" he questioned. Gray was currently facing the opposite way.
"I think his name was Gary or something"
"Gray…" Natsu whispered. Upon hearing his name, Gray turned around and met Natsu's eye, both exchanging a burning hatred.
"Did you say something, Natsu?" Lucy placed her hand on the Pinkettes shoulder, earning a wince from him.
"No… Nothing. I just don't like him" That was all that he said for the rest of the class.
School went on as usual and Lucy couldn't help but notice something was off between Natsu and the new male that decided to suddenly show up.
Well there you go, not a extremely interesting chapter but it sets the idea.