Second One-Shot about my little oc


The easy job had turned out much harder than she had expected. Cadwailade had been supposed to do a simple delivery. Take the signet from the family, walk across the mountain and hand it to the captain in the port of Cedar town. Very easy, especially since her contractors had even given her a pony. She had been promised additional money if she managed to deliver the signet within 3 days. Too bad that she had been attacked in a mountain pass. Oh, how she wished she had asked some of the older guildmembers to accompany her. But no, she had turned Freed's and Levy's offers down, since she had insisted that a ten-year-old was perfectly capable of delivering a signet by herself.

A gust of wind made her shudder. Her legs were hurting and her cloak had gotten badly torn when she had fallen down the cliff. Still… the fall had probably saved her life. She limped on, determined to deliver that damn signet. Her attackers had sure lost her tracks in these rocky hills. She grabbed the handle of her sword and the cold wood had the same effect on her as usual. Her fluttering nerves calmed down and she could feel her breathing ease. She would be able to see through this on her own. There was no need to panic. She was a member of Fairy Tail. Everyone would soon enough know her name and tremble in fear.

Suddenly the ground seemed to make a sudden jolt beneath her feet. She let out a very undignified yelp and landed harshly on her rump, causing tears shoot into her eyes. "Owowowow! That hurt! that hurt bad!" She whimpered rubbing her backside.

"Give up kid and hand us that signet!" A gruff voice commanded.

Anwyn looked up and soon spotted the man responsible for her fall. He was tall and broad. A mop of long brown hair surrounded his round face and an equally long brown beard reached hung down on his chest. In his large hands, he held a studded club that was bigger than Cadwailade herself. The girl gulped. As if the big man wasn't enough, there was another person standing right next to him, who seemed the exact opposite. He was lanky like a twig and his head was completely bald. His face was long and thin. Eyes tightly together, eyebrows almost touching, the longest nose she had ever seen, right above a tight-lipped mouth.

"We're the Stone-Brothers! My name is Balfour and this is my brother Baldur. Tremble in fear and prepare for your defeat!" The big guy announced them and they both struck something that was probably meant to be an intimidating pose.

"I'm Cadwailade the Runesmith from Fairy Tail!" Cadwailade replied with what she hoped to be a brave voice, trying to ignore the fact that her rump was still stinging something fierce. Slowly she stood up and straightened herself.

The bearded man seemed to ponder on that piece of information, before shrugging. "Never heard of you, runt."

A sweat dropped behind Cad's head. No one, no one ever seemed to recognize her name. It was just not fair. Everyone knew Natsu's, Gajeel's and Erza's aliases. But when she announced hers, no one recognized it. Gods, it was so hard being the smallest. "Well, I've never heard of you either!" She shouted angrily, and before she could stop herself another sentence slipped out. "You're just trying to be mean!"

"No, honestly. We have never heard of you. We know of Erza, Natsu, Gray, Laxus and the others though. They must be really strong." Balfour replied.

"Oh shut it!"

"We're getting off topic here." Baldur interrupted their squabbling. "We're here to get the signet, not to discuss names."

"Right." With that Balfour raised the club over his head and smashed it on the ground. A magic circle appeared at the place of impact. The ground started to shake and a wall of solid stone rose behind Cadwailade cutting off her way of retreat. The girl grabbed her sword and unsheathed it in one swift motion.

"Rune Magic: Flying Sword!" The rune flared up in front of her. Baldur was quick to evade it. The thin Stone-Brother jumped to the side, ducking under the sickle-like attack. Balfour was too slow. He raised his club to protect himself and an instant later he was covered in grass.

"What the hell!" He shouted, while Cadwailade flushed a bright red. A miscast. She had miscast her spell. She scanned the rune she had written and realized she had confused to vowels. She had written Flying Sward and not Flying Sword. "That was on purpose!" She shouted, while the giant of a man started brushing off the grass. Baldur didn't pay any attention to his brother. Instead he unsheathed a thin rapier and aimed a wicked trust at Cad's chest. The girl parried it the last second. The impact of the weapons made her teeth rattle and her whole arm numbed. If the thin guy was that strong, she didn't want to try and block a blow from Balfour.

"Stone Make: Needles!" Baldur aimed his left hand at her and suddenly half a dozen sharp stone-needles sprouted out the ground. Cadwailade jumped backwards, narrowly avoiding the attack. Her cloak however got caught. Seeing his chance Baldur struck once again.

"Rune Magic: Shield!" The rune flared up in front of Cadwailade blocking the incoming rapier. The blade bounced off and severed the cloak instead. Now freed, the girl jumped back and ran along the rock wall looking for a chance to escape.

"Stone Make: Wall!" Another wall rose in front of her. She turned back and saw Balfour's smirk as his brother closed in for the kill.

Cadwailade raised her sword aiming the tip at Baldur. "Rune Magic: Piercing shot!" The rune flared up at the tip of her weapon. She aimed the bullet like attack directly at Baldur's stomach, but the stone-mage easily deflected it with his own blade.

"Now you die!" He closed the distance between them and raised his rapier.

"WAIT!" Cadwailade shrieked, reached inside her shirt and yanked out the signet. "There you go!" She held it up over her head, stopping the incoming attack, as Baldur obviously didn't want to break it. "Take it. It's not worth dying over."

Baldur laughed. "I knew it. A runt like you would never have the courage to stand up against the Stone-Brothers!" He reached for the signet. "Now be a good little girl and hand it over!"

It was that moment Cadwailade had waited for. She had only one chance. She needed to cast her rune in a way that would pin Baldur to his brother, rendering them unable to move. That way they were both out of the way for a few minutes and she could escape. With the hand, that was holding the signet, she drew a single sign. "Rune Magic: PIN!" The rune flared up in front of her then solidified into a freshly sharpened pencil which fell with a soft wooden clatter onto the rock between her and Baldur. Another miscast… She had once again confused two vowels. Instead of an i she had us e. Both her and Baldur were frozen in surprise. Then the stone-mage started to laugh. With a swift movement, he whacked the flat side of his rapier on Cadwailade's sword-hand, disarming her instantly. The girl yelped from the pain, but it was cut short, when Baldur rammed his knee in her stomach, knocking all the wind out of her.

"You little runt! Thinking you can trick me! You're lucky you miscast that spell!" He gave her a good kick in the side, causing her to cough violently gasping for air. Baldur bent down and reached for the signet. With an animal-like growl Cadwailade pulled it closer to her chest. She would not give the signet up so easily. Baldur grinned and gave her another kick for good measure. "Try it all you want. You will never be able to protect that signet. You're too weak." Instead of a reply Cadwailade reached for her sword. With an annoyed huff Baldur stepped on her arm, easily preventing her from reaching the weapon.

"Just take the signet. I'm hungry!" Balfour yawned and stretched his back. "This turned out to be even more boring than expected."

Baldur turned his head towards his brother. "Just give me another second. I want to teach this brat a lesson."

In that moment Cad suddenly rolled towards him, grabbed the pencil and stabbed him with all her might in the foot. Baldur fell backwards with a scream reaching for the pencil, which was stuck halfway in his right foot. Cadwailade crawled forward grabbed her sword and spun around. Balfour charged her with a deafening war-cry, club high over his shoulder. The girl raised her sword. She could almost hear Erza's calm instructions during their training session. Wait for your chance to strike. An enraged enemy is an enemy half defeated. Balfour raised his club and struck for her head. She ducked. The club missed her by an inch and she aimed a single thrust at his stomach. "Rune Magic: Piercing Shot." Her sword pierced through Balfour's shirt, but then hit solid steel. Hidden armour. Even with the help of her spell it didn't penetrate. Her spell Piercing Shot hadn't worked. She dived past him, rolled over her shoulder and got back on her feet with ease. Now Balfour had his back towards the rock wall.

"What was that?" He laughed. "That spell didn't even hurt!" He pointed at the run still glowing at his stomach.

"I miscast it, you idiot!" She shouted, angry at herself that she had mixed up two vowels again. The old runes were just too similar. It wasn't her fault, after all she was dyslexic. But writing Piercing Shit instead of Piercing Shot was more embarrassing than her usual spelling mistakes.

Balfour grinned and raised his club again. "Stop dodging and I'll make this quick." Suddenly there was a strange gurgling sound. Balfour froze with eyes wide with surprise. "What is this?" Cadwailade didn't respond. She had no idea what she had done, but the rune seemed to take some effect at the man.

Again they all could hear a gurgling sound, much louder this time. Balfour hunched slightly pressing one hand against his stomach. "What did you do to me?" The gurgling sound got louder once again. A thin sheet of sweat covered Balfour's face and he dropped his club. Cadwailade slowly stepped back. Was he going to blow up? She sure didn't intend something like that to happen to him. Even if he had tried to clobber her in the head. It was then something escaped Balfour that sounded like the charging order for a whole cavalry regiment. The stone-mage whimpered, while clutching his lower abdomen. Baldur who had been trying to pull the pencil out of his foot collapsed next to his brother. Cadwailade couldn't help but grin. The rune had had a different effect than expected. "Ha! I told you that you shouldn't…" She stopped midsentence as the stench hit her. It was like a toxic wave. Cadwailade felt her whole body recoil in disgust. Balfour dropped to the ground. "What did you do to me?" The large man moaned, but Cadwailade had no intention of answering. She ran.

Two days later

Erza found Cadwailade in one of the bigger inns. The girl had just received her payment and was happily digging into a grilled chicken. "On my way here, I found two members of a minor dark guild. One of them had a bandaged foot and the other was severely sick. Was that your work?"

"Yes." Anwyn chirped happily. Finally her name would gain some recognition as well.

"Were you hurt?" Erza asked eyeing the child in front of her closely.

"Nope! I managed well on my own."

"Then there's one thing I must address: We don't use any poisons, nor do we torture our opponents. You must answer to Makarov for your actions." She grabbed Cadwailade by her ear and dragged her out of the chair.

"I didn't use any poisons." Cad shrieked, grabbing her chicken in the last second. Erza immediately let go of her and the girl dropped on the ground. With a pout Cadwailade got back up on her feet rubbing her manhandled ear. "I miscast a spell. It somehow turned into a curse." She pulled a chicken leg of her dinner and sunk her teeth in it to avoid further questions.

"Hmmm… You really should keep working on that spell-casting on yours." Erza stated and watched the kid getting back up on its feet. "We should cut down on your sparring lessons and you should concentrate more on your rune magic."

Cadwail chewed and swallowed. "No way! I spend way too much time sitting around trying to learn those runes. I want to continue to spar."

Erza's eyes narrowed as she focused on the child in front of her. "You disagree with me?" She asked with a dangerously low voice.

Cadwailade paled. "No, ma'am." She squeaked. "You're perfectly right."

"That's more like it." Erza smiled and patted the girls head. "After all, you don't want your head shaved again, right?"

Cadwailade nodded sullenly. Her hair had still not regrown fully. It was only three inches long. Erza's mane however, had been restored to its former glory. The girl had no idea how the red-haired mage had managed to do that. It was a secret, that Erza hadn't revealed to her. She probably had asked Porlyusica. Cad didn't like that lady. Last time she had seen her she had gotten hit with a broom.

"Come along now. We're heading back!"

"Yes, ma'am." Cad nodded, knowing it was useless to protest. At least she was allowed to take her chicken with her.


Alright, that's it. Hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review if you have the time. I'd love to know how to improve my stories.