Chapter 13: Pylea Arc: Queen of Rebels
Disclaimer: BtVS and Atc characters and settings belong to J.W. Fairy Tail belongs to H. Mashima. And the song is All Star by Smash Mouth
AN: Let's play a game: Name that character in Buffy's dream!
HINT: Besides Harmony there are 3 characters from BtVS and one from somewhere else.
IMPORTANT: There is a poll on my profile. Please go vote, who should be Buffy's partner for Fairy tail S-class exam?
A: Samantha (OC - Exceed)
B: Samuel (OC - Exceed)
C: Simon Mikazuchi (he lives trough Tower of Heaven Arc; and joins Fairy Tail)
D: Laki Olietta (Wood Make mage)
E: Mickey Chickentiger (Mage in FT;She is the leader of Team Young Mega-Death and has the nickname "Demon Princess")
Buffy was dreaming, and she knew that this was a dream, since it was a recurring dream she had exactly on the night of her fifteenth birthday, just before the dreams of past slayers happened. Dreams of past slayers stopped, when Merrick told her that she was The Slayer. This dream did not it was still recurring from time to time.
Funny thing was the blond that was featured there, along Buffy and she looked fabulous in black pants and that full embroidery on the shoulder of that red floral lace shirt the other one, the younger dirty blonde with the protruding grey eyes, she could actually put a name to the face now.
It was Harmony Kendall.
Why would she dream of Harmony Kendall of all people since she was 15? And as a friend, all those kids there were friends; there was friendly air surrounding them all when they were together.
The youngest, she was around thirteen, since she was smallest of them all, she was also bear footed, had beaded radish earrings and a cork necklace. She was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform that had lots of blue in it. She was very pretty but also very quirky. Buffy kind of liked this dream girl, not that she had any idea who said girl was. She also had some sort of a slim stake tucked behind her ear, one end sticking out of her long curly hair. Perhaps she was the Slayer called after she was killed by the Master.
Was that the connection to her? That this unknown schoolgirl was Buffy's successor as a Slayer?
And who were the other two girls, or young women?
There was a pale, willowy, and ethereal young woman in a flowy dress, that was a cross between the Victorian period look and a Kate Moss fashion look, with dark brown, almost black, straight long hair and large blue-gray eyes. She hummed and danced around them giving an occasional giggle and randomly hugged them. She seemed happy, almost trippy, like she wanted to drown in happiness, because she didn't want to miss a single happy moment of this day.
And there was a simple girl dressed in jeans and a grey T-shirt that had shoulder length russet hair, but she wasn't Willow. That much Buffy knew. This girl had a stronger body build, like she would have been into sports. Buffy also had a feeling that this young woman was connected to the last person in their company.
The last person was male; however he looked familiar, like she saw him before. Buffy could not put a finger on the familiarity; was this boy someone she saw in passing recently, or is she recalling him from Sunnydale?
He was currently a memorable person, shoulder length straight black hair, black eye shadow, lipstick, and nail polish; he was certainly memorable.
They were looking for someone; Buffy didn't know what they were looking for. But she knew that Harmony was desperate to find them and that was around the time that things turned nasty. The peaceful dream and friendly feel to said dream turned to something darker.
First there was silence, before she could hear wind rustling in the trees and birds chirping, but then all sounds cut off. Then there were whispers in a gravelly voice, a voice that was similar to Freddy Kruger's oddly enough.
It was saying, "Mpeso, carne, carn, mięso, feòil, ego cibus, vlees, wollen fleisch."
It was nerve wrecking that whisper, which made Buffy's hair stand on its end. Partly because she'd known what was coming to this clearing. After all it was always the same; she was always a helpless spectator in this part of the dream. She didn't know what it meant, or if it would happen at all. She hoped not, because the shape that stepped into the clearing, like many times before in her dream, was horrifying in the way that Harmony in the dream screamed bloody murder, and Buffy froze, like she always did when coming face to face with...
It was a unicorn.
But not the fluffy, sugar and spice and everything nice kind, oh no. This one was the size of a van, and had the build of a horse shaped rhino, with no hair, only skin the color of a bruise, sickly yellows and blues and greens. The mane and the tail were shaggy and limp, and the horn looked like a swamp weed that hardened, but the head … the head had only a vague horse shape, because it had a snout of a crocodile full of jagged teeth.
And she knew from past dreams that it was wicked fast and agile. And she was pretty sure it could fly. Just as she thought that, the unicorn blurred and shot at them; his maw opened wide.
But then something new happened; there was music, yelling, and roars … no that wasn't in the dream, that was … she was waking up!
*** With Trish Burkle***
Trish Burkle was sitting in the camp, how she got there was a pretty funny story. Maybe, because she wasn't blind to the more unusual beings that lived in Texas or perhaps that her family was originally the Magical equivalent of the Nazi's.
It took meeting Guardians of the Mayan tombs in Texas to knock sense into that just because somebody uses magic it doesn't automatically make him or her evil. Granted some creatures are inherently evil, but with other creatures, it is just nature. Or looking around the camp, spotting people that were mixed with demons, nurture.
This realization separated her from her biological family; they had pretty much renounced her. She was dead to them. And honestly she was not so much torn about it.
They were hypocrites, the lot of them. Any speck of magic that was born in a newborn and they killed the baby, or, now in this age, abortion was on the menu.
And for what?
Over hurt pride, because they were caught doing wrong?
Her ancestors had magic, but they were greedy and during the Salem Witch Trials of 1692-93, they turned in real witches and wizards for money.
Later those people were mostly caught and tried for murder, wizard-trafficking, torture, and all other manners of cruelty, and were executed for their crimes.
Some eluded this justice however and her family was one of them. Those families that avoided the arrests for their crimes against humanity not magicians, humanity – the distinction that caused her family to sever all ties with her passed on the belief that magic was very real and that magicians ought to be exterminated wherever they were found
In any case, when Trish, formerly known as Patricia Fiona Barebone, was deposited in an alien environment, she wasn't caught off guard as most people would have been. And when she came across the demons attacking a camp of humans, she sprang into action at once.
Now normally guns were really not effective against demons, but hers gun was special; It was a parting gift, from Sitting Eagle, the shaman, that opened her eyes to the truth, and was in his possession for generations. Trish treasured the gift and a gesture from a kind old man. So downing the attackers was a piece of cake for her.
Now, now, she'll find out where she was and what is going on in this world and find her daughter and husband.
"Otherworlder," a man's voice made Trish look up, and a bowl of food was given into her lap. "We thank you for your assistance," the man said formally.
"The pleasure was all mine," Trish said. "My name is Trish; were you born here?"
"Yes, but my great grandparents were otherworldly as you are. And I am called Bone."
"Ahh, and where is here?"
"This world is named, Pylea. And we are but a fraction of the Rebel Resistance." The man paused, "But the only faction that has half-human and full demons in their ranks."
"Bone! Bone!" there was a shout. The man turned to see somebody that was definitely not fully human ran towards the camp fires then skidded to a stop by Trish and Bone.
"The army is approaching us from all sides." The people in earshot leaped to their feet and started to pick up weapons.
"Bone?" asked the person that brought the news. "What are we going to do; we are outnumbered by the army?"
"We'll do what we have to, Niko, we'll fight."
"Bone."
"Trish, I am sorry, but it appears that we won't be able to help you go home."
"Not what I a-meant," she drawled, "But could we get on higher ground, it would give us better defenses."
"The closest is Blackrock Hills; we might be able to reach them before the army closes in on us," Bone mussed, and then took a breath. "Listen people, we are heading to Blackrock Hills to make our stand," that was probably going to be the last, the thought went through every man, woman, and child's head in the clearing. "Also Trish here has a suggestion for us."
"Hello, I know you don't have much reason to trust my words, since you do not a-know me at all. But hear me out anyways …"
*** With Roger Burkle***
Roger Burkle was walking, walking, and walking in the desert, bordering purple water, and under twin suns.
He was thirsty but he was afraid to try … or risk drinking that water. Yet.
His thoughts turned to his wife and only child; he must survive for them. He must come back to them.
He absolutely must…were his thoughts.
***With Natsu and the others***
Buffy opened her eyes to the loud blaring of the Beatles song "Cry Baby Cry" from Herbie while it … no it was a he, drove full speed forward; peaking over the front seat, she saw a war-carriage pulled by a team of black horses and two gray demons twirling medieval spike balls. Oh that's just great, she rubbed her head. She slept over some loud sounds; she winced at one particularly loud roar and something slamming on the ground that practically lifted all four wheels of the still moving Herbie off the ground, and now said little Love Bug was playing chicken with a demonic carriage.
But before she could find out who's chicken, two things happened; there was a fiery explosion and hot air, which she felt even outside the car, and then a large clawed, scaly 'hand' wrapped around Herbie and lifted the car into the air, while a wide stream of fire rocked from somewhere above them, colliding with the carriage.
"O-kay," she mumbled, "I missed this episode." Taking a big breath to calm herself, she briefly closed her eyes, mentally going through the scarce information she had.
"Herbie, where are Natsu and Happy? What happened after I fell asleep?" All important questions, she figured that, even if she was carried by Ankhseram knows what; she was not in danger at the moment.
There was a beep, and before Herbie could 'say' anything besides 'good morning', Happy slid inside through the open window. Buffy's eyes widened in alarm at the site of the blue feline, who had one wing obviously broken, along with bloody fur and burns all over his little body.
"Buffy…" Happy said.
"Hold on Happy, I'll fix you up in a moment," she said, and carefully picked up the wounded Exceed, enveloping Happy in her healing blue fire as quickly and gently as she could. The eternal damage was horrific, broken bones in his ribcage; also those burns were not made by fire, but acid.
"Happy, when you're able to talk, can you tell me where Natsu is, and what happened?"
"Aye."
Chancing a look outside, they were flying above the clouds; Herbie meanwhile, when the owner of scaly hand growled something, muted the music, so it was not as loud as before. And there in the distance was a mountain range made by some glittering black material. Black rocks probably.
"Buffy are you okay?" Happy asked.
"Yep, why?"
Happy teared up. "Because when those demons attacked, they pushed Herbie and it rolled down the hill; we thought you got crushed, Buffy! And Natsu was fighting a snake with eight heads and couldn't help Herbie and … and …" Happy sniffled. "And then Natsu just …"
"And then Natsu just, what, Happy?" prompted Buffy.
"You'll see when we land."
"Sooo," Buffy drew out the words, "Natsu is okay?"
"Aye!"
"The owner of the hand is a friend?"
"Aye!"
"Okay then. Now be quiet so that I can heal you completely."
"Aye."
After ten minutes of intense healing, Buffy leaned back into the seat; they were still flying towards that black mountain range. But considering that they are slowly descending they appeared to have arrived.
When Buffy exited the little car, she stared; it was a dragon, about the size of Sunnydale High, with black tipped scales in many different pinks: light pink, dark pink, rose, fuchsia, punch, blush, salmon, coral, magenta, and hot pink; and reds: merlot red, scarlet, mahogany red, blood red, cherry red, cardinal red, and garnet red. She never saw this many reds and pink together like that.
The dragon was reclining on the rock, leather wings neatly folded, while its arrow-shaped head was tilted and the two black eyes watching her, and Buffy was sure that it was laughing at her.
Why would … wait, her eyes narrowed at the patch of crimson scales shaped like the Fairy Tail emblem.
"Natsu?"
Now the dragon burst out in laugher that practically shook the rocky terrain, much to Buffy's irritation, since she lost her footing and had to sit down quickly.
"Really funny Natsu, hahaha," she grumbled, sprawled on the floor, watching the still chuckling dragon.
'Hey Phe, wasn't the whole point in Igneel – and other dragons – getting themselves sealed inside their adopted kids to prevent things like this?'
'Yep, it's Pylea's twin suns.'
'So this is a one time deal?'
'I don't know hatchling. Perhaps, or perhaps not, it depends on Igneel's decision. The whole reason why the dragons wanted to prevent Dragon Slayer's dragonifications was because the transformation was often unstable.'
'Like Acnologia? But then again, his wife was just killed so it was kind of understandable.'
'Yes but he attacked allies and enemies alike to get to his target. What's so funny?'
'He is Earthland's avenging gunslinger, the lone cowboy err dragon, fighting to avenge the deaths of his loved ones …' she snickered. 'It would be funny if there were not so many unnecessary deaths attached to this drama.'
Phe thought for a moment; 'When you grow some more as a Celestial Mage ask Owl to teach you the spell called Memory of the Stars.'
'What's that?'
'A memory spell, which allows the caster to view the history,' Phe answered Buffy's question, but any more of the explanation will have to wait since Natsu's laughter stopped.
"Did you get it out of your system, Natsu?" asked Buffy, while the dragon gave a short nod, though she could see on his face, who'd thought that a big lizard had such diverse expressions, and that she'd be able to read … oh, come to think of it in Earthland, they don't speak or write in English, how in the heck she is able to speak and read there?
Another mystery and she had no time to think or even solve it. Ehh she'll just ask Phe later.
"Open, the gate of all seeing Telescopii: Telescope!" she called the silver celestial spirit; it was time to look for the others. "Show me the closest people then widen the search please."
At Happy's and Natsu's questioning looks, she elaborated.
"Telescope, has a trouble searching for people that I am unfamiliar with, so I am asking for a general search first, hoping that I'll find the Burkles. Later I'll narrow down the search to look for my dad, because he'll be the easiest to find."
***With Fred***
Fred was working in the field, humming to herself; she managed to get a good look at the collar, both her own and that of the man that was bought with her. Now she only had to get her hands on the control device.
"Cow!" called the voice of the matriarch of this family from the farm's threshold. "Come and clean the stables."
Sighing she picked up a shovel and started to shovel the manure first; after that was done, she put the straw inside and at that point to motivate herself she started to sing.
"Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead"
"Aghhhhhhhhh!" yelled the matriarch and fell to the floor clutching at her head, presumably to shut down Fred's singing. Seeing the opportunity, and knowing that they were, at the moment, the only ones at the farm, she started to sing louder.
"Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb"
Now the matriarch was rolling on the ground, to escape from the noise and rolled right down the stairs into the cache that Fred just deposed the manure in; quickly securing the door over the hole, she quickly grabbed the small silver controller device that the matriarch dropped, and ran.
To be continued.
**** AN: When Buffy falls asleep, she is sluggish in her speech and thoughts, so some things she said and thought were not 100% accurate.
Translation: those words that 'croc-unicorn' (the thing doesn't have species definition, so if you have an idea PM or tell in the review) mean the same: "meant, want meat". Just for the record, I was going for creepy with that thing.
Language used in order: Slovenian, Spanish, Catalan, Polish, Scots Gaelic, Latin, Dutch and German.
Natsu Dragneel stats:
Birthday: August; approximate 400 years ago
Age: 17 or 18
Likes: Fire, his guild, his partners, his guild-mates, food
Dislikes: shitty assholes that hurt his friends
Magic: Dragon magic element; fire – Sorcerer; element fire; transformation magic (Dragon – partial form)
Weapon: ***spoiler***