Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail nor Walt Disney's "Aladdin".

In the heart of an enchanted city, a commoner mage named Natsu Dragneel and his mischievous blue-furred flying feline companion, Happy, battle to save the free-spirited Princess Lucy Heartfilia from the schemes of the evil Lightening Dragon Slayer, Laxus. Natsu's whole life changes with one rub of a magic ice lamp called the Ice of Wishes as the level-headed, cool-tempered Gray appears and grants him three wishes, setting him on an incredible journey of discovery. However, the relationship between the kind Princess and protective Dragon Slayer are tested as the two mysterious people watch them, hoping Lucy and Natsu are ready for an enemy that cannot be seen...

Aladdin's Fairy Tail

by

Magnafeana

Chapter Two:

Princess Lucy

The sun glared at the kingdom of Fairy Tail with unflinching eyes. It watched as the people of Fairy Tail continued about their everyday lives without so much as a complaint to the heat's aggressiveness. And there began another day in Fairy Tail.

In the palace, distraught seemed to roll in like the morning mist, making Master Makarov to flinch. The short, white-haired man played with his set of magic toy animals, watching in entertainment as the animals snarled, cawed, and roared at each other.

"That's it! I'm done with her!" a voice shouted, followed by pounding footsteps that resonated in the palace.

The master sighed, already knowing the cause. "Lucy…"

He leapt to his feet and skittered down to palace garden, muttering to himself. As he made his way down the marble hallway, he stopped as he approached two, large golden doors. A blonde man swung the doors open unceremoniously, stomping away with his teeth gritted and clenched fists.

As he walked by the master, he gave him a steely look. "Have fun trying to find a suitor for her!" he hissed, seething.

He stormed off with his head high. However, a piece of torn cloth from his pants managed to loosen itself and fall to the ground at Master Makarov's feet. Hesitantly, he picked up the piece of fabric into his calloused hands, examining it. He tensed and opened the palace doors. Outside, white pavement seemed to expand with a large waterfall in the center with a white birdhouse settled close by. From their own, the elongated garden contained trees and luscious green grass, guarded by intimidating stonewalls.

Master Makarov saw his blonde daughter sitting by the waterfall, stroking her lion as he purred in pleasure. Growling, the master made his way over to her with a dark aura the princess had noticed. "What is the meaning of this, Lucy?" he demanded, raising the piece of cloth to her face for emphasis.

Lucy examined the cloth with glittering brown eyes, tilting her head and causing her lopsided ponytail to suddenly be disturbed. "Oh, Father… Loke was just playing with him," she insisted.

The lion gave his master a good-natured growl and licked her.

Lucy took his face in her hands and rubbed his cheeks as she cooed, "Weren't you, Loke? You were just playing with that over-dressed, self-absorbed Prince Sting."

The princess laughed while her loyal companion growled in amusement. When they noticed the master's stare, Loke fell silent and Lucy coughed awkwardly.

Master Makarov sighed, suddenly weary. "Lucy… You've got to stop rejecting the suitors that come to the call."

Princess Lucy averted her father's gaze and walked away from him. She neared the white birdhouse and opened the cage. In her hand flew a magnificent white dove. Gingerly, she stroked it, trying to block out her father's continual lecturing.

"The law says that you must be married—"

"To a prince," she added as she continued to caress the soft feathers of the bird.

"—by your next birthday," the Master finished.

Lucy huffed and rolled her eyes. "The law is wrong."

"Lucy, you've only got three more days!" Master Makarov pointed out as he flailed his arms for emphasis.

The blonde princess looked at her father with solemn eyes. "Father, I hate being forced into this. If I were to marry" - she looked at the bird fondly - "I want it to be for true love…"

The Master sighed. "Lucy… It's not only this law… I'm not going to be around forever… And well, I…"

Master Makarov took the bird into his own hands as he searched for the right words. Princess Lucy, annoyed, walked back to the waterfall and crossed her arms childishly. His eyes twinkled in shame as he saw her stalk away.

"I just want to make sure you're taken care of." The master released the bird back into its cage and walked towards the upset princess. "And provided for," he added as he stood beside her.

Lucy glided her hands over the water, allowing the fish to brush their scales on her smooth, petite fingers. "Please," she breathed and gave him a sad glance, "try to understand… I've never done a thing on my own. I've never had any real friends!"

Loke looked up from his lying position and snarled at her.

Lucy added, "Except you, Loke."

Satisfied, the handsome lion nestled his muzzle onto his paws once more and drifted off.

Lucy gave a pained look to her reflection in the water. "I've never even been outside the palace walls," she went on.

She heard her father sigh once more and could feel his sympathetic gaze rest on her. "But Lucy… You're a princess…"

A surge of anger overtook her body as Lucy splashed the water. "Then maybe I don't want to be a princess anymore!" she growled.

Master Makarov tensed and shook his fist at his daughter. As he walked away, he glanced back and cursed, "Oh! Mavis forbid you have any daughters!" With that, the master stomped back into the palace and shut the doors rudely behind him.

Loke looked at the sullen princess. He crept to her, his tail low, and put his head in-between her legs, looking at her with large, sad eyes. He whimpered and nuzzled her inner thigh in comfort.

Princess Lucy stroked his mane, her gaze unhappy. "He just…doesn't understand, Loke."

Loke whimpered a response before craning his neck and licking his master's cheek in reassurance. Lucy rested a gentle hand on his fur-covered cheek and looked at the sky. If only Mom were still her, she whispered.

The Master trailed back into the palace, defeated. The old and wise man sighed and looked at the scale house model of the palace and lazily watched the magic clock work. "I just don't know where she gets it from," he muttered to no one in particular. "Her mother was never this picky."

A shadow attacked the light that resided on the master, causing the colors to darken and turn more malicious than before. Startled, Master Makarov let out a gasp before looking to see whom the shadow belonged to.

He slumped his shoulders and exhaled in relief. "Oh, Laxus, my most loyal adviser. I am in desperate need of your help."

Laxus bowed. "My life is but to serve you, master." There was a hint of sarcasm and bitterness in his regal tone, but the Master did not hear it.

The old man tensed and shook his fists. "It's this suitor business! Lucy keeps refusing every last one of them!" He sighed for what seemed to be the twentieth time that day. "I just don't what I am going to do! I'm at my wits' end!" he cried out in frustration.

Bixslow let out a low caw and repeated, "Wits' end!"

The Master gave the grey-feathered bird an amused look and smiled. "Does the pretty Polly want a fish cracker?" he asked. The Master conjured up a tan cracker in the simple shape of a fish and shoved it into the mouth of the bird. Laxus's companion swallowed the bland treat. Master Makarov patted the bird's head and cooed, "Good, Polly."

Laxus smiled at the entertained master. "Why, Master, you've always had a way with dumb animals…" He chuckled as he saw Bixslow glance at him with irritated eyes.

Master Makarov laughed. "Thank you, my boy. But about this suitor business…"

Laxus interrupted, "Master, I believe I could help you out of this predicament." The Master gazed at his adviser in astonishment mingled with mild elation. "However," the adviser continued, "it could require the use of a certain jewel…" He looked at the lacrima jewel that the master wore on his ring finger.

Master Makarov followed the blonde man's hungry gaze to his ring and gasped. "I don't know, Laxus…" he said haltingly. "This ring has been in the family for generations…"

Laxus grinned as Master Makarov stared at him with uncertain eyes. Laxus's eyes turned from its original iris color to a glaring red as he held the master's gaze. In sync, the Master's eyes turned the same sanguine color, dazed and hypnotized as his eyes bored into his royal adviser's penetrating stare. Bixslow chuckled at the sight with dark satisfaction.

"But, Master… For me to serve you, I am in need of your ring," Laxus pointed out.

Master Makarov nodded, slipping the ring off his finger while holding Laxus's entrancing glare with his own expressionless ones. "Yes… The ring," he echoed, his voice sounding far away.

Laxus beckoned the master. "The ring," he commanded in a low tone.

Master Makarov held out the ring and Laxus took it with no delay. He eyed the jewel with his companion and both of their eyes flashed in pleasure. After guiding the master back to magical scaled palace model, he backed away to the edges of the spacious quarters.

"Play with your palace, master," the blonde regal man called out to the Master as he came to a red wall.

"Hmm? Oh yes… That'd be nice," the Master agreed in a far-off tone.

Laxus smirked. "You foolish old man."

He strolled down to another section of the palace in a nonchalant manner until he reached a certain wall panel surrounded by two marble pillars. After glancing around to make sure no eye could see, he pressed hand onto the panel and emitted a tony shock. In reaction, the panel slid open for him with fluid motion. Inside the secret passage was dimmed light and dank, stone steps. Laxus and Bixslow entered the domain indifferently and the panel swiftly closed behind them.

As Laxus started down the steps in silence, Bixslow ruffled his wings and spat out the remains of the inedible cracker and glared at Laxus. "If I have to swallow another cracker from that old man, I'll beat his old body! WHAM!"

As Laxus listened to his friend complain and rant on about the old man, he stated, "Patience, Bixslow. You will have your chance. Once we get that ice lamp, I'll be master of Fairy Tail."

"And then we get rid of the old man and that little blonde," Bixslow added with a hint of menace in his squall.

The duo looked at each other and began to laugh as they approached an old wooden door. They went inside and slammed it shut with a crashing bang. Their jovial, yet malicious laughter resounded in the damp chamber and never reached the ears of the ever-absentminded master.