Sorry ive taken soo long to get this chapter out, and i know it sucks but im trying!
"Mama," a little boy pulled at the hem of his mother's dress while looking up at her with a sunburnt red face and chapped lips, "I'm thirsty."
His mother leant down to ruffle her son's hair and cupped her hand around his cheek before replying, "I know sweetie, but we're in the middle of a drought."
When he didn't move but kept looking at her expectantly she sighed in resignation, kids these days just didn't understand. "You can take a small drink from the well out front," she said while waving a finger in his face, "but only one drink, we need it to last."
Refreshed with the idea of quenching his thirst, the little boy ran to the front of his house and tip toed to hang over the edge of the well, his mother stood at the door keeping a watchful eye on him.
A loud commotion turned her head down the street as what sounded like a crowd of people drew closer and closer. A muffled scream had her head whipping back to her son's direction where his feet were dangling inside the well and his hands were clinging in a death grip to the stone edge.
"What are you doing?" she screamed as she yanked the front door open and rushed to get to the well before he fell in. She was too late, in an agonisingly slow motion her son's fingers slid down the stone and straight off the edge, she screamed when his last finger left contact but her scream turned into a surprised cry when her son, who should have followed gravity and plummeted to the bottom of the well, hadn't moved an inch lower and was in fact standing on a thick metal pole that had penetrated through the brick of the well and provided a platform for him to stand on.
His mother was rooted to the spot in shock and relief, she watched as a young woman with long scarlet hair made her way quickly to the well and scooped the little boy out, planting him firmly on his feet on solid ground.
"Thank you so much, you saved my little boy! Thank you," the mother exclaimed moving protectively over her son.
"We were more than happy to help," replied the scarlet haired woman as she turned back to the street.
The little boy curiously watched from behind his mother's arms as the metal pole he was previously standing on smoothly retracted back, reforming into a hand that belong to a tall, muscular, and rather frightening in the boy's eyes, man who stood amongst a crowd of people.
One solid image stood out amongst the group, no matter how different each were, sizes, hair, gender, clothes, they all had one thing in common; a mark belonging to the guild of Magnolia: Fairy Tail.
"Fairy Tail!" the woman exclaimed loudly staring at the mark on the scarlet-head's arm. "Then you must be…" she took in a shocked breath before softly confirming it to herself, "Titania, Erza!"
Erza gave her a small smile, indicating that she was right.
The woman stepped back observing the lot of them, she frowned thoughtfully, "but then, this must be your whole guild…what's going on? Another festival?" she voiced her thought's aloud.
Makarov, the guild's master, stepped forward with determination, "I'm sorry but there will be no festival tonight," the woman blinked in confusion, "today…" Makarov continued now turning to the rest of the guild members, "we will answer the call of our brother and son!" The guild cheered as Makarov took the lead with confidence in his step. "Natsu is waiting for us!"
Lucy sat, alone, on the steps of the small wooden house that only recently Natsu, Gray and she were happily talking inside of. Everything had changed so quickly. She glanced at the wreckage to her right, the hole in the wall, the splinters of wood and the now black stains where Gray's blood had been spilt. Her eyes rested on the disturbed dirt where Gray's fingers had messily scratched.
"Gray," she whispered quietly to herself. "What do you mean 'Save Fairy Tail'?"
Lucy contemplated reasons for why Gray would say that. Did he know that something was going to happen? She sighed when she thought back on the last hour, walking in blistering hot weather alone to get back where she was now. She knew that Natsu was unstable right now; he didn't know what he was saying. She just hoped that he knew what he was getting himself into. All of a sudden Lucy started to feel regret in the back of her mind. She wish she didn't act so childish and really wished she was still with Natsu searching for Gray right now.
Lucy sighed, even though she knew she could never catch up to Natsu now, even though she had no idea which direction he even went in, she knew she had to try and help save Gray. So she pushed herself up and sucked in a deep breath before making herself follow the very footsteps back to where she left Natsu.
Right, so there you have it! question to ask for everyone who has actually read this, do you think there should be more violence or should there just be a big rescue, or should gray die? anyways, please review and tell me what you think, next chapter should be much longer so look forward to it! XD