Fairy Tail- A New Adventure

by Eltapink

Several years after defeating the Alvarez Empire, everything in Fiore has settled down. Not many large troublemakers have appeared, and the Fairy Tail mages have started up on overdoing it again. But everything changes when a half-dead girl shows up, her body covered in mysterious markings and a magic never seen before. ( Prologue to Fairy Tail- Queen of the Seas by Eagleflame33 )

7. Chapter 6

Note- The man is familiar... can you figure it out? :) And Helen's like 6 here.

It was a sunny day outside, the light glinting off the snow. Helen stood deep in concentration, opposite a man with thick black hair. He was scowling at her, his deep black eyes holding no emotion besides anger. Helen didn't notice his gaze, too busy in her own thoughts.

The answer is fire she says. Here's my riddle for you.

None can escape it

Life is sucked down into it

Spirits are trapped

And fire likes it

The man looks at her and says Too easy. Tartarus.

The two go back and forth, neither winning, until she gives a riddle he can't answer. It's the second one in a row, and if he doesn't get it, he loses.

I don't know he says angrily

The answer is joy Helen says And now I win. The man's eyes harden, and his mane of black hair ripples in an unseen breeze.

Joy... -he tastes the word with a relish that scares her- is the one thing you don't deserve.

He flicks his hand at her, and a rope of thorns wraps around Helen and pulls her along, down into the earth. The last thing she sees is the man's angry face.

Helen started up in her bed, the sheets wrapped tightly around her in a cocoon. She groaned and struggled from the sheet's grip, which clung to her like a second skin. She tugged the snarls out of her hair as she reached for the shoes she had left nearby. She'd slept in her clothes, and as she pulled on her shoes she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her hair, jet black, was cropped near her neck, framing her pale white skin. Her chocolate brown eyes stood out in her face. They had flecks of gold in them, and looked sad yet content. Cocking her head, she pushed up her sleeve and examined the marks on her arms. They looked less like ribbons than marks left by thorns, but that may have been her imagination.

The dream was fading, but remained at her mind, like a memory would. Helen shivered. If that's what my memory is like, I'm not sure I want to know anything about my old life. Maybe I was right to have it hidden. Helen thought to herself as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.