FAIRY TAIL: Wendy Marvell's Castle Island

by Emerald Sonata

[The Small Adventures of Wendy Marvell]. Wendy Marvell has suffered a curse to her body and she is forced to leave behind Fairy Tail in search of a cure. With her only companion, the Exceed Carla, she travels across oceans and lands to a city called Moonbay. There, she will find the hope to resolve her curse - but gets caught in a series of misadventures in a new reality of magic.

5. DRAGON SLAYER MAGIC

Fairy Tail owned by Hiro Mashima

Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata

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FAIRY TAIL:
The Small Adventures of Wendy Marvell

~04~
'Dragon Slayer Magic'

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"Nooooooooo! P-please give me back my money! I'll starve and be homeless without it!"

Wendy Marvell was supposed to buy lunch for herself and Carla. However, right off the bat she entered a stereotypical scene for a newcomer in a new city.

Her purse got stolen. Worse, it had all of her traveling and living expenses in there.

Carla would yell at her at this moment. However, the cat ended up tripping into a chicken basket and got separated from her friend.

Wendy did not realize that. Until now.

"Ca-Carla! Run away of he'll cut you… Ah."

The girl from Magnolia realized her friend was missing when she ended up cornered in an alleyway by the robber and his five comrades in crime. It happened so suddenly, even she didn't know how she went from chaser to chased.

"S-stay away!"

Or what, you'll cry.

"S-S-Sky Dragon's—"

... Heh?

"ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"

*FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!*

A cannon of air shot into the thugs. That was the best way to describe it without throwing in the laws of physics and thermodynamic theories into the scene.

That was because Wendy Marvell was a Mage from the Guild called Fairy Tail (Demons/Monsters/Destroyers). Her specialty was Wind Magic. Also, she was what is known as a Sky Dragon Slayer.

"… I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Seeing the destruction she summoned from a concentrated magic shout, busted brick wooden, spilt trash, and mangled bodies, the little girl could not help a small yelp of her own level of destruction.

"… Ah."

Another sound was made.

This time, it was because Wendy stared at the hand of the robber who stole her purse that held her living and travelling expenses.

There was a broken string in his hand. Nothing else. The purse was blown away in the attack. She didn't know where it flew off to.

"...,...,...,...,...,...,...U...uuuh... Miss Mirajaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane!"

Crying out a certain name for no reason, Wendy Marvell curled up on the ground and cried.