7 year old Ria POV
Mom had told me that we were joining a guild today. That it's name was Fairy Tail, and that we'd finally be able to meet Dad there, today. But it wouldn't be today, because the rain prevented us from crossing the river-like canal to the guildhall. But we still talked about it, about Fairy Tail.
"Ria, darling?" Mom dusted off her pink halter dress as she sat on the small bed of our hotel room.
"Yes, Mommy?" I looked down from the ladder, which supposedly led from the dull brown room to the roof.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to see Magnolia, and Fairy Tail"
"Can't you see them tomorrow?"
"Yea, but it won't be as special. Plus, I want to spy on Roku." I grinned. My blonde older brother had wanted to play in the rain by himself, so of course I wanted to bother him. Or at least watch. As a seven year old girl with Lightning Dragon slayer magic, I didn't get that much freedom. Well, I didn't till my dragon left.
"Alright," my mom's musical voice broke my thoughts. "Just don't be too loud, or you'll wake Makarov." She nodded, her little white ponytail bobbing, at the sleeping form of my one year old brother.
"Fine." I rolled my eyes and turned back to the ladder, my own little catch of blonde bangs swinging in front of my right eye.
The roof was very nice for climing, it was made of wood, with old fashoined thatch covering, and a little overhang that protected me from the pouring rain. I sat there so that my red shirt, skirt, and orange leggings wouldn't get wet. After all, they were the clothes I wanted to meet Dad in.
I had been watching Roku play in puddles in the next door alley for about half an hour when I grw bored and started to sing. It was a song Mom had often sung to me as a little girl, and I knew every word.
Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee
Soft a snow-white fleece enfolds thee
Fairest flower all strewn before thee
Birds warble o'er thee
Seoithín seo ló, seoithín seo lú la ló
Oh who is this a-lying here
Gently at the door of my heart
To and fro like clouds at night
I softly rock your cradle
Seoithín seo ló, seoithín seo lú la ló
A yellow moon lies in the sky
Streaming, falling over the earth
Hush, a leanna, hush, be still
The world is silent and sleeping
Seoithín seo ló, seoithín seo lú la ló
I got lost in the song, something that Mom had apperantly learned from a water mage, so I didn't notice said woman until she clapped.
"Beautiful!" She commented, and I blushed. But I had to admit, it was good.
"I-it was nothing." I replied, still blushing.
"Nonsense! It was so amazing that even your brother wanted to hear it." She brought out the little bundle, who'se grey eyes blinked, but not at me. At the sky.
"Wha dat?" He pointed one chubby finger to the sky, from the direction of the forest. What was that?
The thing in question was a bright fiery light, about the size and shape of a hawk, that appeared to be on fire! And it was headed straight at me, like straiht line straight at me. I couldn't run off hte roof, and it was too late anyways, because a second after I saw it, the light was on me.
It felt like being attacked by a lrge bird at first, you know the clothes tearing, my skin ripping, and the general agony. But then it became something much worse.I felt like I had been set in the middle of a bonfire and left to burn for a thousand years, and my heart was taking most of the beating. I felt like I was fighting a battle against something inside me. And that my soul already knew it would loose. But it still fought hard anywyas. Well, untill my feet hit the edge of the roof, and I fell twenty feet, screaming what would probably be my last breath.
The next few hours were like a dream, or close to one. Considering I was a ghost.
I watched as Roku tried to catch my flailing form, getting himself draged down to the pavement in the process. Mom't back sproutd black demonic wings, and she flew down with Makarov to the round. "Can you carry your sister?" Her voice sounded urgent and scared, and it was the only thing that gave her away.
Roku stood up, and nodded. "Yea, I can, but Mom. She's on fire." And so I was, every inch except my heart.
"Good. I know where to go, bt we'll have to fly in the rain." She lifted off again, and so did my brother,using glossy brown feathered wings.
A couple minutes later, they landed in front of a large stone building, with a red fairy-like insignia on a flag, and big wooden doors. Mom started banging her fist against them, yelling "Please! Please let us in!"
In another minute, a tall brunette girl in a blue bikini top, brown leggings, and carrying a bottle opened the door. Her shocked face said it all, that she really hadn't expected us. "Mi-Mir-Mirajane? What are you doing here?"
"No time, Cana!" Mom said, as she pushed Roku and my body inside. Surprisingly, it was still twitching, and every now and then spasaming, but nothing else. I calmly floated through the wall, and came face to face with what was possibly the most shocked assemblance of people in the world.
They must have een just finishing dinner, as there were a lot of plates and stuff scattered around the many tables, near the stage, and on the bar top. I saw a woman with blonde hair and a blue top next to a man and a pair of twins around my age, all three with bright pink heads. Across from them was a man and woman, both having blue hair holding three babies, one girl with light silver hair stading out. There was a woman with scarlet hair, giving two boys (one with scarlet hair, the other with purple) swords. There was a couple with piercings and another little girl, but that was all I could get before my blood ran cold.
My body had started screaming again, only this one was something so scary, it made me clutch my astral body in pain. It sounded like I was finally dying, or at least. . .that the fire had claimed my heart.
"Please!" Mom screamed to the people. "Is Wendy, or Porlyusica here? Someone that can heal? My daughter, sh-shes. . ." She couldn't finish the sentance.
Cana was the first one to react, quickly swiping the stuff off a nearby table and saying "Put her here." Roku did as he was told, and when my body was placed, she yelled "Laxus!"
A giant man jumped down from an unseen balcony, landing right besides Mom. He had blonde hair, grey eyes, and a scar over one. It looked amost exactly like mine, just the lightning shape was longer. He wore a black muscle top, dark pants, and a long flowy coat with greyish furry trim. His expression was shocked, but only for a moment before pulling Mom to himself in a passionate kiss.
Well, till she slapped him, blushing. "Laxus, Ria. .she's. .she might. . ."
"No." He said. "Not before I meet her. Now, Mira, please explain what happened."
Mom told them what happened as best she could, with little inputs from Roku, and when they were done, the pair sank into chairs next to me. Even though it had only been an hour at the most, it had been exahusting.
"I've got something that might help." The blonde woman stepped forwards. I floated towards her and felt something, like sunshine or stars, or something. But for some reason it made me scared. She pulled out a golden key form her belt, and it made a golden light. "Open, Gate of the Lion: Leo!"
A ginger headed man apeared, dressed in a black suit and tie, quickly saying "What's the matter princess?" He bowed.
"Loke." Mom raised her head, and he lokeed startled. She ran through the stry again, ending with "So, is there anything you can tell us?"
Loke or Leo, or whatever his name was pluttered for a minute, then turned grave. "Y-yea. That you should run. Because there is no way you'll like what's coming."
"What do you mean? What about my sister?!" Roku jumped up.
"I hate to tell you this. . .but." Loke gulped. "Yo-your sister's. . .dead."
And that's when my body laughed.
So, good start? Bad start? Wierd start?
Please tell me! I have a strong desire to know!
Oh, and something Dark Shining Light told me: That authors who don't give feedback should. I mean seriously, if you want revews, you have to give reviews, even if it's just telling them of a spelling or grammer mistake. So please, if you want to know what people think of your stories, then tell people what you thin of their's!
Rant done.
Bye, Elizabeth.