BlackLynx17: New chapter meaning new things! Has anybody been reading Fairy Tail Zero? I love that manga, I love Mavis. I wish it came out every Friday like Fairy Tail, sadly it doesn't though. In California they finally released my little monster in English at the bookstore, I bought all the volumes they had released though I didn't have the money. I'm so happy though.
So this is a story about Wendy being in the Magic Council. Fairy Tail never really talks about the Magic Council, so most of this is made up by me with some facts on what I read on the internet. I tried to make it sound as accurate and believable as possible. She's really started to get into the council now so I hope you'll all enjoy this chapter.
"Wendy, I don't like this at all." Carla pouted as she twirled around in the mirror.
"Why? I think you look nice." Wendy pouted.
"Wendy, I look like an old cat. Just look at it, it's dragging." Carla said flipping her cape around.
"I'm surprised they had one this small actually. Just wait one second." Wendy said going through the drawers and cabinets.
It felt like an invasion of privacy; she found razors and creams and other things you'd find in a bathroom. Through her third drawer raid she found what she was looking for, a pair scissors. Carla honestly didn't look that bad, just her pants were a little bit too baggy and her cape maybe be longer than her body, other than that her shirt fit fine... if you didn't look at the sleeves.
"Just give me a few minutes and I'll fix it right up." Wendy said picking Carla up from the sky.
She placed her on the counter and took a step back, imaging how she was going to do this.
"Just watch the tail."
"Of course Carla." Wendy said tugging on her oversized white pants.
She started trimming them up and up before stopping for a second.
"Do you want shorts or a skirt?" She asked.
"Skirt please." Charlie answered.
Wendy nodded as she resumed cutting; these pants were long enough for her to cut out the middle part and make them into a cute skirt. She tossed the shredded fabric on the floor then moved to her sleeves, cutting them so her paws could be shown.
"I don't get why I have to wear one of these." Carla mumbled.
"Because you're a council member too now." Wendy said nodding; she went on the other side.
"Still, I'd be much more comfortable and look much better in my regular clothes."
Wendy giggled, "I think you look better now. Let me just snip the robe a little bit, and... better." She said placing the scissors back on the counter.
Carla turned around and nodded, she did look better. She could actually see her paws and legs now and the cape didn't make her look like a ghost anymore. Carla tightened her belt and maneuvered the cape a little bit. While she placed the finishing touches Wendy started picking up the scraps of fabric and placed them in the trash can.
"Nice work Wendy, I don't look as bad anymore." Carla nodded at herself.
"Thanks Carla." Wendy smiled.
Carla turned around and stared at her partner. She looked absolutely adorable in the uniform, it fitting her perfectly unlike her. Carla would have preferred her in a skirt as well instead of those white pants, but it seems that the uniform didn't come in female versions.
"Wow, I'm feeling a little nervous." Wendy gulped.
"Why? All we're doing is looking around our new home."
"Well yeah, but we're also going to be meeting so many new people and be working completely different than how we're used too. I mean, I don't even know what the Council does." Wendy said.
Carla pouted, not knowing herself either. She didn't dwell on it though as she hopped down from the counter and wrapped her tail around Wendy's leg.
"Well we're about to find out, together." She said.
Wendy smiled brightly as she picked her up, leading the two of them out of the bathroom. When they entered Doranbolt's room there was a huge improvement in... everything. It looked like her cleaned, swept, washed and air freshened. Doranbolt was standing in the middle of the room holding a basket filled with dirty clothes when they entered. He smiled then coughed, staring at his basket, before throwing it away somewhere.
"I figured it was time for a clean up since you two are going to be visiting often." He said rubbing the back of his head then frowned.
He stared hard at Carla in Wendy's hands.
"You know, female workers in the council aren't allowed to wear skirts. It creates distractions." Doranbolt told her.
"Well I'm a cat, what kind of distraction will that be?" Charlie asked.
Doranbolt shrugged, she got him there. He looked over Wendy next and blinked. The outfit fit her better than he expected and really brought out her hair, it seeming to stand out darker than the blue the uniform was made of. It looked pretty nice on her, real nice. He turned around and went to his desk, digging around in his drawers for a rubber band.
"Here, women are required to wear their hair up." He said holding it out to her.
"The Council is sounding really sexist right now." Carla said.
"It's nothing big Carla." Wendy said placing her down.
She grabbed the rubber band from Doranbolt's hands, thanking him, then tried her hair into a ponytail.
"Up meaning a bun, like Lahar had it remember?" Doranbolt asked.
"Oh, okay." Wendy said fixing it.
"I don't want my Wendy looking like that creep." Carla said.
Doranbolt glared at her quickly before calming down, "if you talk like that outside these walls you will get kicked out. Lahar is a great man and no one will allow you to talk badly about him."
"She's just nervous." Wendy said fixing her hair into a bun.
Doranbolt nodded and started heading for the door.
"I'm not nervous, that guy makes my whiskers on edge that's all." Carla said hopping back into her arms.
"It's pretty easy to get lost, but once you walk around the halls enough you'll notice slight differences." Doranbolt said walking down them.
Wendy, carrying Carla, caught up and started walking by his side.
"This isn't actually the original building, but a remake. We had some spies in the Council a while back who destroyed-'
"Hold on, did you just say spies? In the Council?" Carla asked.
"Yes-"
"Well how is that even possible? Aren't you guys supposed to be the strongest bunch?"
"Carla!" Wendy hissed.
"It's alright, you'll be learning all about the Magic Council's history in your history class so whatever questions you have you can ask your teacher." Doranbolt said before continuing the tour.
Wendy had to interrupted though, "I'm sorry, did you say class? And teacher?"
"Yes. I can't teach you everything there is, I have work as well. You two will be placed in where the other new recruits train and won't be treated any different from when you first join the Magic Council, except every now and then I'll be teaching you some lessons and you won't be sharing a room and be bathing with several other women. Other than those things though you'll be experiencing everything the Council has to offer."
As Wendy and Carla let the words sink in, Doranbolt continued.
"The wreckage and ruins of the old building would have token far too long to repair, so the Magic Council decided to move their base headquarters to a more higher up area. Our building right now is surrounded by thick vegetation and a large lake sitting in front of it with a few ships docked not far from the building. I'm sure your teachers will give you a tour of the surrounding area so you can see where we're located. Anyway even though the buildings different, the insides are still the same. Everything inside the council's headquarters holds history, like these curtains for instances."
Wendy's eyes could not stop wandering her new home. Everything was amazingly huge and expensive looking, like Wendy had just walked inside of a castle or a palace. The Magic Council's Headquarters actually did seem like a castle or a palace. This placed looked like all the fairy tales Master and Mystogun used to read her as bedtime stories.
"Oh really? Tell me then, does that dust ball of lint have a history as well?"
"Actually it does, you'll learn later about that in class though and I'll be sure to tell YOUR teacher to pay extra careful attention to you."
Wendy blinked, missing out on the whole conversation, and stared down at Carla.
"What's happening?" She asked.
"Nothing, Doranbolt's still sprouting his history on how these are sacred walls and sacred rugs and that doorknob right there, it has a long and boring history about it." Carla said.
"Is she always like this?" Doranbolt asked Wendy.
"Not always, I think she's just hungry right now." Wendy answered.
"I see, well let's hurry up then. If you've been paying attention the hall's colors have been changing. Back there near our rooms we have a bright shade of blue for our color, but here closer to the heart of the council it's a darker shade."
"Wow. I would have never noticed." Carla said blankly.
Wendy giggled and Doranbolt gave them both a look.
"I'm sorry Doranbolt, that was a little funny though." She giggled.
Doranbolt chuckled a little himself and opened a door, leading his two new apprentice down another hallway. This one was filled with more people who greeted Doranbolt and stopped and stared at the two little people that were walking beside him. Wendy stuck close to Doranbolt and even went as far as to grab his hand which shocked the man a little. He looked down at her with a bewildered expression.
"What are those?" She whispered, scared to point at the walking frogs.
"Those? What are you- do you mean the anthropomorphous amphibians?" Doranbolt asked.
"Antho, amfa, what?" Wendy asked.
"The frogs, she's talking about the frog looking people all around us." Carla told him.
"They're not frogs, but amphibians."
"Same different."
"They prefer amphibians and they work here. There are a lot of different types of people working here, there's no reason to get scared."
"Oh look Wendy, that one's a lizard."
Wendy screeched and jumped closer to Doranbolt, trying to hide herself behind his robe. Doranbolt blinked and looked at the people around him, seeing all there attention on them.
"Is that-, is that- I didn't know you had a kid Doranbolt!" One of his friends, Maximus, said walking up to pat his shoulder.
"She's not my kid, I'm only 22 Max." Doranbolt frowned.
"So? People have kids at and before 22, so what's your daughter's name?" Maximus asked leaning down.
He smiled brightly at Wendy and Carla, "aw. And she even has a pet kitty. I didn't know it was bring your daughter to work day, I would have brought Alexis with me if that was the case."
"For the last time Max, she is not my daughter! Just look at her! She's-!... How old are you Wendy?" Doranbolt asked.
"14."
"14. She's 14 years old! That means I would have had her when I was 8!"
"Damn, I didn't know you went down like that Doranbolt as a child. You were a little bad boy huh, weren't you?" Maximus laughed.
Maximus looked very handsome to Wendy. He had this certain hair style, how one side was long than the other. It seemed like a short hair cut with just really long bangs covering the right side of his face, silver streaks through his jet black hair. He had sharp teeth, just like her own dragon fangs, and bright blue eyes. What was with the Council Members all being beautiful? Crystal was simply gorgeous with her platinum blonde hair, Doranbolt looked very handsome with his goatee and sea-foam green eyes and now Maximus enters with his bright smile and even bright personality.
"He-hello, I'm Wendy Marvell and I'm new here. Doranbolt is my mentor, not my father, and this is my partner and dear friend Carla, not a pet." Wendy introduced herself.
Carla glared at Maximus while he gave both of them a look over.
"Mentor? You mean, the Council are accepting children now? Since when?" Maximus asked.
"They were a special exception."
"And mentor? What's that about, huh? Huh?" Maximus nudged wiggling his eyebrows.
"Again, special exception."
"Right. Well Wendy, Carla, I'm Maximus Charming and it's a pleasure to meet the both of you. I'm in the 4th Custody Enforcement Unit just like my buddy Doranbolt here, except he has a tiny higher rank than me." Maximus introduced himself.
Doranbolt snorted, "more like I'm you boss."
"I head that D, and shut up."
"Alright, now move out of the way Max. I'm trying to give them a tour of the council." Doranbolt said pushing past him.
"Tour? That sounds great, I'd love to join and add my own insights. He hasn't been boring you with the same old things has it? How everything has a history and blah, blah, blah."
Carla laughed at that one.
"Don't you have paperwork to do Max?"
He smiled, "nope! Just finished it a few hours ago."
"Well now you have more, you're dismissed."
"Aw D! Why do you have to be so mean?!" Maximus asked.
Doranbolt quickly sped up though and tugged Wendy along with him. The people/amphibians seemed to increase the further they walked down the halls.
"4th Custody Enforcement Unit?" Wendy asked once they slowed down.
"Yeah, Lahar's the head of that unit. We're in charge of taking in people who break the laws of the council, one in eight units." Doranbolt explained.
"Oh... is that the unit we'll be in too?" Wendy asked staring up at him.
"If you want, I was thinking of putting you more in the Special Forces or Medical Unit with Crystal when you're ready. I myself am trying to transfer to a different unit right now; I feel as if that one's wasting my potential."
"Special Forces?" She repeated.
"Yeah, because you have an ancient and rare magic. That's what our Special Forces unit is all made up of, people with rare magic just like you. You'd be the first dragon slayer we've had though."
"I think I'd rather stick to medical, I'm not really a fighter." Wendy mumbled.
"Could have fooled me with your moves back at Nirvana." Doranbolt said to himself.
"Well that's because, well because, Jellal." Wendy whispered to herself.
She didn't know anything about attack magic spells, only healing spells, but thanks to Jellal she was able to achieve one. Jellal. Her savior, a criminal to the councilors. Wendy pouted and started sulking a little. She didn't think she was allowed to visit prisoners at the council and figured that her first day wouldn't be the best time to ask. Doranbolt didn't seem to notice her distress, he did notice how they were still holding hands though.
"You can let go now, they won't bite." He told her.
Wendy looked at their joint hands and blushed scarlet, dropping it like it was on fire.
"Sorry! Sorry!" She squeaked.
Doranbolt neither chuckled and shook his head; he just continued walking like the whole thing never happened. The people around the three of them seemed to increase more and more and Wendy had no idea the council was made up of so many people. She didn't know much about the Council other than they were powerful and really strict so from those things she only figured it would be tough to get into becoming a member. Standing here though Wendy thought just the opposite. It must have been easy.
"There are training rooms, study rooms, libraries, offices dedicated to studying magic, experimenting rooms, of course prisons and housing, and meeting rooms. Everything is separated into sections here. You were really lucky joining the day you did, we only recently started training our new recruits just a week ago. I'm sure you'll be able to catch up. Sadly, the only thing we just have one at is our cafeteria. Everything is free though and it's huge to fit in all of our comrades." Doranbolt explained.
Wendy tried to absorbed everything like a sponge, but her mind would often wonder off. It completely went off balance door when Doranbolt held the door open for her leading her into the cafeteria, or as Wendy thought of it, the giant ballroom! The smells and aromas that hit her senses nearly knocked her out. She took a step back and covered her nose, shaking her head. Doranbolt was to into his explaining on how the cafeteria came to be and how cooks all over the world worked for them giving their lunches the widest varieties that he didn't even noticed that she had run away until he paused and found himself apprentice... less.
"Wendy?" Doranbolt called.
He walked out of the cafeteria and looked down the halls, not spotting her down any of them. Left? Or right? Doranbolt sighed as he wondered where she went and deciding asking around if anyone had seen the girl and the cat would be the most efficient way. He found her later, about ten minutes later, curled up into a ball outside of the building with wildlife all around her; Carla standing a few feet away admiring a flower.
"Wendy?" He asked walking up to her.
Wendy looked up, seeming a little startled and happy that she was discovered. Carla stared over at Doranbolt and glared harshly at him for what reason he had no idea.
"I'm sorry, I started feeling light headed in there though and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to leave you without telling." She said quietly to him, curling up into a tighter ball.
"Light headed? Was it because of all the talking? I know it's a loud place there with so many people, you'll get used to it though."
"No, it wasn't the talking; it was the scents."
Doranbolt walked closer to her, "scents?"
"Yeah. All the different kinds of foods there, the spices and aromas. It was messing with my nose and making it cloudy, I couldn't handle it."
"Dragon slayers senses are stronger and keener than humans, it's best to remember that teach." Carla said walking over to Wendy.
"So you smell things stronger than humans? And hear better? And see farther? And taste more?"
"Essentially, I don't know about the tastes. I can see a bit farther than what Master and friends could do, and hear further than Carla so I guess those two are true."
"So it seems that you won't be able to go into the cafeteria to eat." Doranbolt said, a little stumbled.
"I don't know, like you said before with the noise I might be able to get used to the scents. They were too strong when I entered and I wasn't that well prepared to face... them." Wendy said.
Before she could finish she peeked over at Doranbolt, to see if he was mad at her or not, and noticed him gone. She sighed and before she could finish, he was right back standing in front of her.
"Sorry." He said holding out a plate.
On it was several onigiris, plain, no flavor or spices, white riced wrapped in seaweed onigiris. Wendy blinked before she reached out and took it from him.
"I wasn't saying I couldn't eat food, back there though there was way to many different kinds of it." Wendy mumbled, "thanks." She said quickly after.
"Oh, well still. You're hungry right? I placed a few salmon ones there for Carla too." He said.
"I hate fish." Charlie pouted sniffing at the plate.
"Then I'll eat them." He said teleporting off again.
Wendy leaned her knees down and placed the plate on her lap, taking a bite out of an onigiri to check for salmon. When all she tasted was rice she handed it to Carla who gladly accepted. Doranbolt appeared back again, this time beside her. He held out two glasses of lemonade for the two of them, leaned back when they took them from his hands, and relaxed. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sun bathing across his skin. If it wasn't for Wendy he'd be stuck inside his room doing mountains of paperwork and reports on their mission yesterday. Thanks to her though Maximus and some other unlucky sap was doing it now. Doranbolt chuckled and smiled, looking over at Wendy. He blinked, his smile falling off of his face when he saw that tears were rolling down her eyes.
"It's good." She sniffed.
Carla was ignoring them, Doranbolt thought he should have too but couldn't stop his hand from rubbing the top of her head. Wendy sniffed as her tears continued to fall, wanting to curl up into a ball again but finding it unable to because of the food on her lap.
"It's only been a day, not even a full day, just a couple of hours. It would be unnatural if you ran out of tears yesterday." He told her.
"You don't say." She cried.
"Yeah, you don't have to try and act strong in front of everyone. In the beginning before we all joined none of us were strong. This place will make you stronger though so until you start your training, it's okay to be weak."
Wendy nodded her head and Carla stayed quiet through this whole conversation, chewing away on her food. Even she didn't know what to say when Wendy started crying, only thinking about leaning against her to try and show her she was there. She couldn't come up with words though to make her better. He had been able to though. So far he's been posing no threat to their safety. Like he said though, it's only been a day. The two of them still knew nothing about this man and yet they were trusting him with their lives.
Carla was going to keep on her toes and watch out for them, so far though she didn't see him as a threat though. That was only so far though.