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So to her I say, Thank You Very Much!

Now onto the story!

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Ch. 7

Ysmir sighed and leaned his back against the rough bark of the tree. He looked around the wide clearing where Ysmir has spent the majority of the day. On his left is a large smoldering pile of char and ash that was once a guild hall. Thin trails of smoke still drifted off into the sky. A little to the right of the burnt building is the shattered remains of wooden carriage that was reduced to splinters during one of Ysmir's many fights throughout the day, the large boar that was hitched to it was no longer in sight. On his right is a strange looking vehicle made black of metal and machinery, with a ridiculous amount of cargo strapped to the back of it. Leaning against one of the vehicles wheels is an unconscious woman wearing a revealing set of red and orange armor. Her bright red hair and armor stood out in the bleak little clearing.

Ysmir looked up at the blue sky. The sun was making its way towards the tree line and the moon could be seen in the bright blue sky. Somewhere, off in the distance, a bird started a song. It was a sweet melody, but one Ysmir did not remember.

"What a day," whispered Ysmir.

His day started off with Khasi, his young, talking, and flying feline companion and himself making their way through the forest towards what they thought was a village. After walking through the night, they came across a large clearing with just one large building standing in the middle of it. The building was tall, with multiple floors, and a mass of people were laughing and talking inside. Ysmir could still remember the smell of food that was wafting its way through the air at the time.

With both of them hungry, Ysmir decided to go inside and find something to eat. Once inside he found out that the building belonged to a group of men and women who called themselves The Charging Bulls, a Dark Guild, whatever that means. One thing led to another and Ysmir ended up beating up everyone inside and killing the barkeep for harming Khasi.

After that Ysmir encountered two servants of Sheogorath. Nlaea and Eloen, Daedra from the realm of Oblivion, who gave him a message by sending his spirit into the Madgod's throne room. Sheogorath had a lot to tell him in that short span of time. The Mad Prince told Ysmir that the new world he was sent to is filled with a magic energy that is vastly different than the magicka in Nirn. He told Ysmir that his shouts, spells and even his body would be affected by the new energy. Something that Ysmir was very interested to try out for himself.

And that was not all. Sheogorath also had two letters for him, one from the god of time, Akatosh, and the other from Nocturnal, the Prince of darkness and luck. Both told Ysmir to find the people who bear a certain symbol who call themselves Fairy Tail. It was at that point, when Ysmir was thrust back into that new land and was attacked by an aggressive member of the 'Bulls guild. After giving him a beating Ysmir encountered another new face.

It was a woman named Erza Scarlet. She arrived in a strange, horseless carriage of metal and machinery. Again, one thing led to another and both Erza and Ysmir had their swords drawn and were doing their best to kill each other. It wasn't until Ysmir saw that special symbol stamped onto Erza's shoulder that he decided to end the fight. After knocking Erza unconscious, Ysmir brought her back to her strange vehicle and let her rest.

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Ysmir wiped some of the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Looking at the wet marks on his gauntlet Ysmir thought about the fight. Erza was powerful. Ysmir could only guess who would of won if the fight continued.

Ysmir wiped his gauntlet off in the grass when he felt the familiar weight of Khasi land on his head. He could feel her tail tickling the back of his neck. Lowering his arm he looked up and saw the big eyes of his little companion staring down at him. One of her ears twitched.

"What?" He asked the cat. "She was getting on my nerves. How was I supposed to know she was a part of that guild we're looking for?"

Khasi rolled her eyes.

"Don't give me that," he said frowning. "I didn't kill her. She'll be awake soon," he said and crossed his arms over his chest. "You'll see."

Ysmir huffed a breath looked over to the still form of Erza, still leaning against the wheel of her odd looking carriage where he left her. She seemed okay. He could see her chest rise and fall every few seconds. Besides a sizeable bump on the back of her head and a few bruises on her arms, she looked unhurt. Khasi whipped her tail around Ysmir's head and smacked him in the forehead with it. He looked back up to see the frown Khasi had on her face.

"Do something," she said softly, but sternly.

Ysmir sighed and nodded, shaking Khasi up and down. "Fine," he said.

Khasi hopped into the air and followed him with her eyes as Ysmir got back to his feet. He started walking over to Erza. On the way, he brought up his left hand, palm up. A soft golden light intensified in his hand as Ysmir fed magicka into the spell.

But something was different. The simple spell seemed to take away much more magicka than normal. Instead of the small amount that it usually takes, the draw on his reserves surprised him.

Inwardly, Ysmir groaned. Healing spells were one of his specialties and an important part of his dragon hunting career. With them using up more magicka, it means that he can't use them as often like he could back in Nirn. He guessed that he'll have to learn how to not pull any stupid stunts and get himself hurt.

He chuckled. Yeah, like that'll happen.

Once it was fully charged, Ysmir released the spell. The soft golden glow spiraled from his open palm to Erza. In her unconscious state, Ysmir heard a relaxed sigh escape from her mouth. As Ysmir watched the bruises and scratches on her pale skin faded and disappeared. A second later, the only way to tell that she was in a fight was the smell of soot and dents in her red and orange armor.

Ysmir nodded, satisfied with his work, and walked back to his place under the tree. He was glad to see that his healing spells still work as they always have. Charging another, feeling the very noticeable draw on his magicka, Ysmir cast one for himself. The familiar coolness washed over him, relaxing his muscles and mending his wounds.

He sat back down and looked back to Erza Scarlet. He could see the blue symbol still on her bare shoulder. How was he going to convince her to let him join her after he tried to kill her? Another sigh left Ysmir's lips as his shoulders sagged.

What to do, he thought.

Looking back down to his chest, Ysmir saw the ribbons of cloth that his robes were reduced to and frowned. He didn't have any replacement robes with him and didn't have the right enchanted tools to mend it with magic. Reaching into his pack, Ysmir pulled out a needle and spool of thread, and set to work. He thought more clearly when his hands were moving anyways.

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Erza woke up an hour later.

Her eyes opened and she found herself lying against her car's wheel, while sitting across from her is Ysmir, his back against a tree and his brown robes spread out across his lap, while a tiny red cat in a pink dress slept peacefully on top of his head. Erza spared a moment to, reluctantly, admire the armor the large man was wearing. The entire set of scaled armor seemed to provide superb protection, especially if the gauntlet could stop one of her attacks without much more than a scratch. She noticed that Ysmir was just about finished stitching up his robes. He seemed to be unaware that she was awake. His white sword was in its scabbard on the ground next to him.

She stayed still, taking in her surroundings. She noticed that her Flame Sword was lying on the ground next to her. The sun was almost setting and it was starting to get cold. She felt the wind blow through her hair, it smelled of char and ash. To her right was the remains of the Charging Bulls guild hall, a pile of burnt wood, broken tile, and blackened metal. Pieces of broken wood littered the ground. There were several craters scattered around the dirt from a fight that happened before she arrived.

Next, she noticed the lack of pain or any stinging sensation anywhere no her body from her fight with Ysmir. She slowly lifted up her right arm. There were no bruises or cuts anywhere. It was as if it never happened. The words 'lost magic' formed in her mind.

Erza must of have made a sound that alerted Ysmir at some point because when she looked back up, he was nowhere to be seen. All that was left were his robes, left neatly folded on the ground, and the tiny cat lying peacefully asleep on top of them. Erza sat up and looked around, trying to find her attacker. Opponent. Rescuer maybe?

"You know," said a deep voice behind her. "This sword is quite remarkable."

Startled, Erza got to her feet and turned to face him. He was standing on the other side of her car, so Erza had to look across the seat and joystick to see him. He towered over the car, and in his dark colored scale armor, Erza thought he looked slightly intimidating. A shimmer of gold caught her eye and she noticed a white and gold amulet hanging from a chain around his neck. Ysmir was holding her flame sword in his hands, inspecting the dark red blade with a practiced eye.

Erza looked down at her feet. She could still see the indent in the dirt where the sword was moments ago. How did he sneak up on her like that?

"It really is," he said looking at Erza, interrupting her thoughts. "At some point," he said with a grin, "I would like to meet the person who made this for you."

After giving the blade a few practice swings in the air, Ysmir flipped it over and held it out to Erza hilt first. She took it. In a flash of light the sword was gone and Erza was back in her casual Heart Kreuz armor. She noticed that Ysmir look down and see that the dent he put into it earlier that day was nowhere to be seen.

Crossing her arms over her chest Erza leaned back on one leg "That was dirty fighting," she said getting Ysmir's attention. "What you did with the lightning."

Ysmir shrugged. "I wanted to end the fight," He said, looking her straight in her eyes. "I would of have asked to stop, but you looked like you really wanted me dead."

Erza's eyes hardened.

"So tell me," he said quickly, changing the subject. "How'd you lose your eye?" Asked Ysmir, looking into Erza's eyes, or rather into her real one.

Erza frowned and resisted the temptation to cover it. How could he tell? "It's none of your concern," she said quickly.

Ysmir flashed a toothy smile. "Tell you what." He said. "I'll show you a scar of mine if you tell me how you got yours. Deal?"

Erza raised an eyebrow and stayed silent for a moment before nodding her head once. Ysmir turned to walk around the car and stopped when he noticed a great many sword hovering in the air behind him. Many different styles and types of swords, axes, spears and other weapons he was not familiar with. All of their razors tipped points were aimed directly at his heart.

Ysmir laughed and looked Erza up and down with new respect. "Hahaha!" He laughed. "You! You are a very interesting person! I think we'll get along just fine."

Erza frowned and put her hands on her hips. "Interesting or not," She said seriously. "I would like to know where you learned to fight. Not many people can hold their own against me like you did."

It was Ysmir's turn to frown. "If I recall," he said. "You were the one in the dirt."

The multitude of weapons still floating in the air all turned in his direction with a hiss of displaced air.

"Point made," Ysmir commented quietly as he moved his head slightly to get his eyes out of the sun's reflection off one of the metal blades. Then Ysmir cleared his throat and raised his voice. "A stalemate then," he said raising his hands in mock surrender.

Erza nodded. In a flash of bright light, each sword in the air disappeared going back to wherever she stored them. Ysmir continued walking around the car and made his way past Erza to stand under the tree where Khasi rested. He slid his newly fixed robes over his head and picked Khasi up and gently set her inside one of his large pockets.

"I learned from a great many teachers," said Ysmir, lowering his arms to his side. "But mostly it was out of necessity. I either learned how to fight or be killed."

Erza nodded slowly, unconvinced, but that wasn't important. "Now what was that about a scar?" She asked.

"Not going to tell me about your eye first?" He asked leaning against the tree. She gave him a hard look.

"Alright then," said Ysmir as he rolled up his sleeves and started to undo the knots on his right gauntlet. Erza saw that it was the same gauntlet that her sword cut into right before Ysmir hit her with that lightning spell. After a minute of awkward silence, Ysmir was able to slide the dragon scale armor off his arm. Erza's eyes widened.

Underneath it was a large white mark covering his entire forearm. The scar tissue, although white and puckered, seemed to have healed properly but was still a horrendous sight. Erza guessed that the wound went bone deep and must of have been extremely agonizing.

Ysmir flexed his wrist, making a few popping noises. "Gross, ain't it?" He asked looking back to Erza. "Got this several years ago when I was hunting a blood dragon." Ysmir noticed that Erza seemed surprised at that. Ysmir thought of asking about it but continued.

"The scaly bastard was smart, I'll give him that much. He hid in a lake after killing a bunch of Imperial soldiers and waited for me to catch up. While I was checking to see if anyone was still breathing he jumped right out and almost took my head off. Luckily I got my arm up just in time to save myself. Shook me around a few times, ripping away the flesh all the way down to the bone. And then that broke too." Said Ysmir, puting his gauntlet back in place. "Luckily I had a really good restoration teacher who taught me a few tips and tricks that healed it enough until I was able to get to an actual healer. And don't worry about the dragon, a blade to through the brain put him down," he said with a smile on his face when Erza's eyes widened even more.

Tightening the last strap, Ysmir looked back at Erza Scarlet. She was staring at him with, suspicion? Disbelief? He couldn't tell.

She lowered her arms to her side. "Where are you from?" She asked for the second time that day. But this time she seemed to ask out of curiosity.

"Lady," started Ysmir. "I very much doubt you'd believe me if I told you. Instead, you tell me what happened to your eye."

Erza narrowed her eyes. "I lost it when I was a child," she said stiffly. Ysmir could see a pained look across her face as she said it, but it was gone in an instant, replaced with a stern look. "Why are you so interested in it? And how could you tell?"

"Well," he said, searching for the right answer. "I guess I just wanted to know how a warrior like you would have a missing piece," he said, closing his eyes and shrugging his shoulders. "And as for me knowing it was a fake… Well, I'm not sure what people think around here, but eyes are like a window to a person's soul," he said softly with his eyes still shut. "I couldn't see yours through the fake." Ysmir felt a movement in his robes and heard the sound of flapping wings.

"Ahh!"

When Ysmir opened his eyes, he saw a panicking Erza frantically attempting to a pry a giggling Khasi from her long, bright red hair. Khasi was… Ysmir had no clue what she was doing or why. Did she like Erza's hair? Ysmir made no attempt to help. Instead, he started chuckling at his new acquaintance's peril.

"Hahaha!" laughed Ysmir. "Guess I should introduce my companion," Ysmir said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Erza, this is Khasi. Khasi, this is Erza." By the time he finished, Erza was holding the still giggling Khasi at arms length, while the later still had a handful of red hair in her grasp. Yep, definitely the hair. "Khasi. Please let go of her hair."

A quiet okay was her response as she squirmed out of Erza's grip and flew to Ysmir's shoulder.

Erza took in a breath and started straightening her hair with her fingers. She stared at Khasi for a moment before speaking to Ysmir. "This may be an awkward question," she started, looking him up and down. "But are you a Dragon Slayer?"

No point in hiding that. "Sure am," He said with a bow, almost throwing Khasi from her perch. "The Last Dragonborn at your service."

Looking up, Ysmir saw Erza raise an eyebrow. Ysmir straightened and crossed his arms over his chest.

"There are dragons in this world right?" He asked frowning.

Erza nodded and gave Ysmir a questioning look. "How could you be a dragon slayer and not know that?"

"Never paid attention to my history books," said Ysmir quickly, hoping that Erza will not ask questions.

Erza nodded after giving him yet another odd look. She gave him a very quick lesson on the world's draconic history. To her, it was odd that someone wouldn't know about the world's history. But if he really is from somewhere far away, like he says he is, maybe the history has been lost.

Ysmir was surprised to hear that there were many similarities between his world and this one. Much like back in Nrin, Earthland, the name of this new world, was overrun with dragons around four hundred years ago. They were said to be intelligent but most saw humanity as a food source or as insects.

Almost exactly like in Nirn, some of the dragons thought that their kind and humanity could live in peace. This led to a civil war between the Pro-humanity-dragons and their opposites. Eventually the dragons trained some humans to use special Dragon Slayer magic to help. Said humans changed the tide of the war in their favor, but eventually turned on their pro-human allies, killing friend and foe alike.

"Wait," said Ysmir, holding up a hand. "Are there any more of these Dragon Slayers you mentioned?"

Erza thought for a moment before nodding. "Yes," she said crossing her hands over her chest. "There are still some around today." She neglected to tell him about Natsu Dragneel, Fairy Tail's resident Fire Dragon Slayer.

Ysmir didn't seem to notice or care that she didn't tell him. He was too preoccupied with his own thought.

Im not the only one

From what Erza said, their magic seemed to be different than the dragons back home, but those are details. Ysmir smiled, as the sun sank beneath the tree line. He was excited to find them! But first things first. Ysmir looked back to Erza, his eyes shining with the waning light.

"I have something to tell you," He said as he reached into one of his pockets. With the sound of crumpling paper, Ysmir retrieved the letter he got from Akatosh. Getting to his feet, he held it out to Erza.

Curious, Erza took the paper and unfolded it. On the paper was Fairy Tail's guild symbol with its name printed beneath it. She looked back to Ysmir with a raised eyebrow.

"Who did you say gave you this?" She asked, checking the back side of the paper.

"My…" Ysmir thought for a moment. "Father. He sent it to me after I got here."

Erza nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. Ysmir was relieved that she didn't ask who his father was. That would of have been awkward.

Erza lowered the paper and looked back to Ysmir. "Are you interested in joining Fairy Tail?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes." An idea popped into his head. "Before you make a decision," He said interrupting Erza's thoughts, "I think an apology is in order." Erza raised an eyebrow. Ysmir took a few steps back and held his arms out, palms facing the darkening sky. "Hit me."

Erza was silent for a moment. "Alright," she said and got to her feet. She brought her arm back and threw a punch directly into Ysmir's face, her armored fist connecting with his jaw. Khasi jumped off of his shoulder at the last second and flew into the air.

Ysmir expected it, but that did nothing to soften the blow. His head shot back and he was sent flying through the air. He landed on his back and skidded to a stop with a loud "Oof!" and his feet up in the air.

His boots fell to the earth with a thud. Ysmir laid there for a moment, bringing a hand up to touch the already growing welt. Sitting up Ysmir saw that he was quite a distance away from where he was standing moments ago. He saw that Erza was still standing

"I have never met a woman who could throw that hard of a punch." He shouted, getting to his feet. As he walked back to the vehicle, he noticed that Erza had a small, ghost of a smile on her lips. "Are we even?"

Erza was silent for a few moments and stared Ysmir in the eyes. He started to fidget with his hands. It would be much easier if he could convince Erza to take him with her. If he couldn't… well, his thoughts drifted back to the ripped up map still in one of his pockets. Khasi landed on his shoulder and patted his bruised jaw with her paw. With a hiss Ysmir looked at her and squinted. Khasi smiled innocently.

"I will take you to Master Makarov," Erza stated, catching Ysmir's full attention. "As the master of our guild, it will be up to him. But," she rose up one armored hand and poked him in the chest. "If he decides to let you in," She said with a glint in her eye, "You and I are having a rematch."

A broad smile formed on Ysmir's face. "Challenge accepted."

He is glad to see that she wouldn't turn him away, but at the same time was slightly worried. What will this 'Master Makarov' demand of him in order for him to join? Go slay a monster? Defeat a member of the guild in combat? Find a rusty ancient artifact in some ancient tomb? Inwardly Ysmir shrugged, he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it. For now, he smiled.

"When do we leave?" He asked, looking up to the dark sky with its singular, white moon.

"We leave now." Said Erza, turning towards the black car behind her.

Stepping up to the driver's seat, Erza removed her right gauntlet and strapped something to her wrist. Once she did the vehicle made a loud coughing noise and its engine started to run. Two bright lights turned on in front of Erza, illuminating the remains of the Charging Bulls guild hall. Ysmir was tempted to ask what made it run, but kept silent. A question for another day, he thought.

"You coming?" shouted Erza over the sounds of the engine.

Ysmir nodded and walked towards the vehicle. Erza pointed to the door behind her when she saw his confused look. Ysmir nodded and pulled open the latch and ducked inside.

The inside was spacious, with two rows of cushioned seats facing each other. As he sat down Ysmir felt the vehicle lurch forward, surprising him, by forcing his head back. The car did a U-turn and raced off. Ysmir looked outside the window. The ground and trees were a blur. They were going fast, faster than any horse Ysmir has ever ridden. He wondered how long it would take for them to get to where they're going.

Wait…

He had no idea where they were going.

Ysmir opened the door and leaned out, holding onto the door to keep him from falling out. His brown hair waved in the wind as he patted the side of the car, getting Erza's attention. "Where are we going?" he shouted over the rushing wind and the roaring engine.

"The city of Magnolia," Erza shouted back, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. "We'll be there by morning."

Ysmir nodded, but he has no idea what Magnolia is. Drawing his head back into the cabin, he latched the door with a loud click and looked around the small space once again. Besides himself and Khasi, it was bare.

Might as well get some shuteye, he thought.

Ysmir adjusted his sword so the handle wouldn't be uncomfortable and leaned back against the seat, using his leather pack as a pillow. Might as well let someone else decide where he goes every once in a while. And this strange vehicle definitely beats walking. Ysmir felt Khasi walk down his chest and curl up on his lap. With a yawn she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A grin formed on Ysmir's face. What an exciting day, he thought. What other amazing things will he see? What other magic could he expect to see in the next few days? With that thought, Ysmir closed his eyes and let sleep embrace him.

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End Ch 7

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A/N: Hello! Hope you liked the chapter!

So I have a few requests.

First: how did I do with Erza? Does she 'sound' like she does from the show and/or manga?

And two: If I did not write her correctly, could you leave a review or send me a pm if you have any suggestions on what I can do better? I would like to get their dialogue correct and the sooner the better!

I hope you have a nice day!