Helloooo, I was just going to put up the prologue and see what people said but come on? Isn't this a good plot lol. I did change some things around as few will notice, and left some words out, sentences to fit the fairy tail criteria. Like I said before, if people have a problem with copyrights I'll take it down. =( but who would want to miss a good plot and couple mix?
I don't own Hawksong nor fairy tail
I took a deep breathe to steady my nerves and narrowly avoided puking from the stench the surrounded me.
The smell of hot angel blood splattered on the rocks, and the cool dragon blood that seemed ready to dissolve the skin off my hands if I touched it. The smell of burned hair and skin of the dead smoldered in the fire of a dropped lantern. Only the fall of the rain the night before had kept that fire from spreading through the clearing to the woods.
From the forest to my left, I heard the desperate, strangled cry of a man in pain.
I started to move toward the sound, but when I took a step through the trees In his direction, I came upon a sight that made my knees weak and buckle, my breath freezing in my throat as I fell to the familiar body.
Golden hair, so like my own, was swept across the boys eyes, closed forever now but so clear in my mind. His skin was a gray in the morning light, covered with the light spray of dew. My younger brother, my only brother was dead.
Like our sister and our father years ago, like our aunts and uncles and too many friends, Sting Heartfilia was forever gone. I stared at his still form, willing him to take a breath and open his purple eyes. I willed myself to wake up from this nightmare.
I could not be the last. The last child of Layla Heartfilia, who was all the family I had left now.
I wanted to scream and weep, but a royal angel does not cry, especially here on the battlefield, I'm the midst of the dead and surrounded only by her guards. She does not scream or beat the ground and curse the sky.
Among my kind, tears were considered a disgrace to the dead and shame among the living.
Angel reserve. It kept the heart from breaking with each new death. It kept the warriors fighting a war no one could win. It kept me standing when I had nothing to stand for but bloodshed.
I could not cry for my brother, though I wanted to.
I pushed the sounds away, forcing my lips not to tremble. Only one heavy breath left me, wanted to be a sigh. I lifted my dry eyes to the guards who stood about me protectively in the woods.
"Take him home," I ordered, my voice wavering a bit despite my resolve.
"My lady, you should come home too."
I turned to Leo, the captain of the most elite fighters in the angel army,a. D took in the worried expression in his soft brown eyes. The lion as he was nicknamed had been my friend for years before he had been my guard, and I began to nod to his words.
Another cry from the woods made me freeze. I started toward it, but Leo caught my arms just above the elbow. "Not that one, milady."
Normally I would have trusted his judgement without question, but not here on the battlefield. I had been walking these bloody fields whenever I could ever since I was twelve; I could not avert my eyes when we were in the middle of this chaos and someone was pleading, with what was probably his last breath, for help. "And why not, Leo?"
The lion knew he was in trouble the instant I addressed him by his full name instead of his childhood nickname of Loki, but he kept on my heels as I stepped around the slain bodies and closer to the voice. The rest of his guard fell back, out of sight in their second forms. They would take my brother home only when it did not mean leaving me alone here.
"Luce." In return, I knew Loki was serious when he lapsed into informal and used my nickname, Luce, instead of a respectful title or my surname, Heartfilia. Even when we were alone Loki rarely called me Lucy. It was an entreaty to our lifelong friendship when he used that nickname where someone else could not hear it, and so I paused to listen. "That's Romeo Dragoneel. You don't want his blood on your hands."
For a moment the name meant nothing to me. With his hair streaked with blood and his expression a mask of pain, Romeo Dragoneel could have been anyone's brother, husband or som. But then I recognized the black hair against fair skin, the onyx signet ring on his left hand and as he looked up, the deep garnet eyes that were a trademark of the Dragoneel line.
I did not have the energy to rage. Every emotion I had was cloaked in the shield of reserve I had learned since I was a babe.
Evidently the Draco prince recognized me as well, for his pleas caught in his throat, and his eyes closed.
I stepped forward and heard a flutter of movement from my guards as they moved closer, ready to intervene if the fallen man was a threat.
With all his various scratches and minor injuries, it was hard to tell where the worst of the damage was. I saw a broken leg, possibly a broken arm; either of those he could heal from.
What would I do if that was the worst? If he was hurt, but not too hurt to survive? This was the man who had led the soldiers that had killed my brother and his guards not long ago. Would I turn my back so the royal twelve could finish what all these fallen fighters had not?
For a moment I thought of taking my knife and putting it in his heart or slitting his throat myself and ending the life this creature still held while my brother lay dead.
Despite my guards protest, I went again to my knees, this time beside the enemy. I looked at that pale face and tired to summon the fury I needed.
His eyes fluttered open and met mine. A muddy shade of red, Romeo dragon eels eyes were filled with pain, sorrow and fear. The fear struck me the most. This boy looked a couple of years younger then I was, too young to deserve this horror, too young to die.
Bile rose in my throat. I loved my brother but I could not murder his killer. I could not look into the eyes of a boy who was terrified of death and shaking from pain and feel hate red. This was a life: Draco yes but still a life; who was I too steal it away?
Only as I recoiled did I see the wound on his stomach, where a knife had dragged I self raggedly across the soft flesh, one of the most painful of mortal blows. The attacker must have been killed before he could finish the deed.
Perhaps it was my brother who held the knife. Had he lain dying alone like this afterwards?
I felt a sob choke my throat and couldn't stop it. Romeo Dragoneel was the enemy, but here on this battlefield he was just another brother to another sister, fallen on the field. I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I found myself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to.
I spun on Loki. "This is why this stupid war goes on. Because even when he's dying, you can only feel your hate," I spat, too quietly for the Draco prince to hear me.
"If I was I'm this mans place, I would pray for someone to kneel by my side," I continued. "And I wouldn't care if that person was Natsu Dragoneel himself!"
Loki knelt awkwardly beside me. For a moment, he touched my hand, unexpectedly. His gaze met mine and I heard him sigh quietly with understanding.
I turned back to the Draco. " I'm here; don't fret," I said as I smoothed black hair from Romeos face.
His eyes filled with tears and he muttered something that sounded like "thank you." Then he looked straight in my eyes and said, "End it. Please"
These words made me wince. I had been thinking the same thing just moments ago but even through I knew he was asking me to stop the pain I did not want mine to be the hand to end another's life.
"Luce?" Loki asked worriedly when a tear fell from my eyes onto Romeos hand.
I shook my head and wrapped my hand around Romeos cool one. The muscles tightened and then he was gripping my hand like it was his last anchor to this earth. It probably was.
When I drew my knife from its holder at my waist, Loki caught my wrist and shook his head.
Quietly so Romeo did not hear I argued. "It could take him hours to die like this."
"Let the hours pass, dracos believe in mercy killing, but not when it's the heir to the zodiac throne who ends the life of one of their two surviving princes." Loki answered, though I could see the muscles in his jaw tighten.
We sat in the field most of the day, until Romeos grip on my hand loosened and his ragged breathing froze.
As I had often done for dying spiritual soldiers, I sang to pass the time, and to distract him from pain. The songs were about freedom. They were about children, able to play and sing and dance without worrying about being harmed.
The song I loved the most of all though was the one my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. I would have given up all the pampering and all the respect I had earned these past few years if I could only crawl back into her arms and gone to a time where I was still too young to understand war and death.
I had heard of angels and dracos who had lived five hindered years or more, but no one did that now. Not in a time when both sides slaughtered each other so frequently and so efficiently.
The only male child left to inherit the Draco throne was Natsu Dragoneel, a creature whose name was rarely mentioned in polite angel society, and if he died...hopefully the murderous house of the draco would die with him. Yet now that Romeo Dragoneel, the youngest and last brother of our greatest enemy, was dead in front of my, i could not be grateful for the loss. All I could do was sing gently the old childhood lullaby called "Heavens Stars" that my mother had sung to me long ago.
I wish you sunshine, my dear one,
My dear one. And treetops for you to soar past.
I wish you innocence, my child,
My child. I pray you don't grow up to fast.
Never know pain my dear one,
My dear one. Nor hunger nor dear nor sorrow.
Never know war, my child, my child.
Remember your hope for tomorrow.
By the time I found sleep that night, back in the Keys Keep, my throat was tight with too many tears unshed, screams left unheard and prayers whose words I could never seem to find.
Chapter one DONE! It's really hard for me to type on an ipad and read the book at the same time but I think I did it. If I spelt anything wrong it's because of spell check I swear! I was a little sad to put Romeo as the one who died just because I love him too much, he's like my own little brother, but it seemed reasonable since he looks up to Natsu so much both fire users, ya see thought goes into this. I was thinking of making it spirits instead of angels, but angels just seem to be better since Lucy is so 'kind' lol jkjk
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