Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or the canonical characters aside from my OCs. All rights go to Hiro Mashima.

Chapter 1: The Girl

[February 12th, X774]

Rumble…

Countless leagues beyond the reach of mountains, the tallest towers, and even high-flying aerial creatures, was a phenomenon of an otherworldly nature. As far as the eye could see, clouds rumbled and surged like the raging seas of the Floridian Ocean, sending tumultuous thunderbolts flying all over the sky, streaking across and illuminating the gloomy land below. Fierce crackles startled children awake, terrified cattle, and clapped against mountaintops, disturbing the natural flow of daily life on Earthland. Wind picked up, swirling around a misty region located several miles north of the closest town.

It was intense and deadly, whistling across the sky at speeds powerful enough to uproot the earth-bound mother nature itself. Countless trees were driven into the ground or uprooted into the sky only to be shattered into clumps of bark that shredded through the sky like projectiles. Each one whistled through the air, seemingly slicing through it as it curved along an expansive trajectory that carried it several miles—about six—around the region. It was a scene of chaos, as if the most terrifying hurricane decided to descend out of nowhere. Droplets of water gathered in the cloud cover, generating enough moisture before gravity took hold, dousing the world below in a monsoon. The shower of rain was just that heavy, overwhelming the surface of the land and sweeping away the already wind-torn forests. Rivers and lakes swelled and flooded over land, expanding quite far.

The source of this otherworldly phenomenon was the swirling immensity of cumulonimbus clouds. The sheet of gray was crackling with startling amounts of mystical energy, enough to generate destructive bolts of lightning, gales, and other damaging elements, as they scattered across the sky like a meteor shower. However, deep in the eye of the storm, the elements projected toward the land were in far greater quantity in the obscured heavens. In fact, each particle of energy was fatally powerful enough to carve through the sheet of reality itself, holding open a tear in space that reflected the deep cosmic background. A film of transparent oceanic waves surged around, rotating around the tunnel that gradually formed within the spatial tear…

Hum…

Light gathered around the opening in blinding waves as a projectile shot through the tunnel, carving trails of displaced shards of this spatial phenomenon. It was like a rocket, hurtling at speeds that would send sky-burning heat across the sky. And it did. Upon emerging from the tunnel, the projectile plowed into the eye of the storm, smashing through the atmosphere and generating a wave of heat powerful enough to create a fiery glow. Fire seared the clouds, eviscerating the moisture and purging the monsoon, thereby eradicating the rain shower as the heatwave rippled outward. The projectile, now wreathed in flames, shot through the eye of the storm and plummeted through the sky, leaving behind a trail of fire that caught the attention of a few curious, and fearless, souls as it smashed into the earth, generating a sky-bound plume of dust.

A cold breath of wind glided over a heavily damaged plot of land. Scorch marks were everywhere, evidence of a small fire breaking out; displaced stones, tree limbs, and even blood-patched dirt were visible as a sharp whistle pierced the air. The crater was deep, at least ten meters in depth, and it was wide by about twenty. The vegetation at the edge of the crater had long since vanished amidst the firestorm that spewed across the forest in the wake of the impact, and any nearby creature was long dead. The only living organism within range… in fact, the one organism that was laying in the impact zone… was a young girl. Above her body, the clouds rumbled, lightning streaking across, and the swirling storm, while still chilling, slowly lost its momentum and energy. The ethernano levels dipped.

The entire region fell into silence once the atmospheric anomaly vanished, and the light of the moon slowly pierced through the clouds, shining on the severely damaged land below to reassure mother nature that everything was alright and that nothing will persist. The land will heal, as it always does, even one burned by meteor-fire. Earthland's fauna, including the native humans and myriad magical beasts, breathed a sigh of relief. All within range and sight of the anomaly were stunned silent before, and the astronomical potency of the ethernano levels alarmed many, but none dared tread closer even after mother nature calmed down.

While most creatures were averse toward the dangers, one wasn't.

Crunch…

Dead leaves, twigs, roots, and other natural litter crumbled under the weight of massive pressure, knife-like claws dug deep trenches as the owner of those murder-mittens dragged itself across the dense forestry, stepping over tall roots and swatting aside critters that couldn't evade in time, instantly ending their tiny lives as the monstrous creature waded between the towering trees on a path toward the scent it detected in the crater. It sniffed out with its nose, its senses even sharper than a bloodhound, as it detected the anomalous nature of its prey and its surroundings. The sounds of nature faded as it drew closer, and once it emerged from the forest line, its furry immensity was exposed, revealing a vicious bear-like beast with what appeared to be bark matting its body like scales. Its fur was dark green, and its bulk was imposing, coiling with muscle that could crush boulders with a flex.

Harghuuu…

The predator released an audible growl that was low enough in frequency to generate vibrations in the earth, making it tremble. The vibrations were strong enough to elicit a reaction from the girl, which was a simple twitch of her limbs and the rising and falling of her chest. Her lips curled as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the color of the moon itself in both irises. Her dark hair, edged with a royal purple sheen, and slightly charred, fluttered as wind picked up, blowing strands of hair into her face and causing it to contort as she lurched up and spat out the strands from between her lips and sneezed, the sudden movement eliciting a violent reaction from the beast as it exploded into movement, brandishing its claws and carving the very air itself, leaving behind a vacuum as wind surged and the sound of ten blades cutting through air grated on the ears of the girl who flinched in response.

Her moon-bright eyes glossed over and a single hand, imbued with blinding light, shot out.

The ground shook as blood stained the ground, the life-liquid sinking into the dirt and nourishing it in the wake of the beast's brutal demise. Its body was battered and bloody, and a gaping hole was punched through its torso. It didn't realize what happened, and it never would as its maw hung open, dripping with its last remaining breath, blood, and bits of organ matter.

The girl was breathing heavily, her eyes wide and filled with both confusion and fright that slowly fizzled out after she noticed the bear was… already dead. She was still in her seated position, her outstretched hand, the one that blew through the deceased beast's chest, falling to her side as she slowly got to her feet, but she collapsed again, her legs failing to balance her weight. She grunted as she fell on her back, staring at the sky again, her vision flooded with visions of fragmented scenes, but she couldn't for the life of her make sense of them except for one prominent vision.

In her mind's eyes, there was a scene of destruction. The starry sky of the world she felt… familiar… was riddled with sky-covering cracks. Spiderweb-like fissures in reality itself quaked and grinded against each other, generating a noise that made her wince. The sound was ambient, forming an acoustic backdrop along with the war-torn mystical world. The sky was illuminated in an inferno, one mighty enough to burn the boundless sea and scorch the land. However, one specific scene drew her attention.

One tall black mountain, crowned by a lofty and serene temple, blessed by the moon that hung behind it. Atop the temple stood an angelic maiden with a fluttering white kimono that did little to hide her ample bosom. She wore no shoes, and her skin was pure as silk. Her bright golden locks that glistened with celestial light flailed around her as she adjusted the white cap on her head, the cap that had a crescent-shaped adornment. Such a serene image was tainted by the blood that pooled into her kimono, staining the white cloth with red. Embers of fire slowly swallowed the fabric, incinerating the blood, but the woman remained calm as she looked at her with a sad and regretful smile. The girl's memories seemed jumbled, and she couldn't recall who the woman was, but before anything could come of that, flames engulfed the maiden and she vanished.

Though a disembodied voice, one filled with hope, echoed through the boundaries between reality and fiction, boring into her ears and mind…

"Survive, grow in power, and return. Your home awaits…"

Along with the maiden, the very vision itself vanished amidst an inferno, and the girl's eyes suddenly burned.

"Ack—!" She released a shrill cry, the noise echoing sonorously into the sky as her face reddened, increasing in temperature. Her teeth—her canines being sharper than normal—grinded together as she writhed in the dirt.

"I-It—!" Her body shuddered, and a prismatic film of light engulfed her, her magical power soaring to the air and generating fierce wind currents. Her body staggered forward, hunching over as her dark locks hung over her face, obscuring her visage. Her eyes remained wide open, though bloodshot, as she slowly raised her hand, the one that slew the beast, to her face. Instead of her eyes, it was now this hand that was throbbing, pulsating with power. She could feel the surroundings thrum as her rapidly numbing hand glistened with the total concentration of prismatic light that covered her entire body. It needed release. She gritted her teeth and dropped into a crouch, slamming her palm into the ground to dispel whatever power was overwhelming her hand, and once the power was transmitted into the ground, it lurched upward in countless light-filled cracks before erupting like a volcano and blasting her into the sky. The clearing shook as a luminous explosion swallowed everything, even the beast's corpse, before all was incinerated.

"W-whaa—?!" She rocketed into the sky, the remaining volatile magic trailing behind her, as she formed a crescent-shaped arc in the air before plummeting toward another section of the forest several hundred meters away. She widened her eyes and frantically looked about, watching the sea of green—sharp branches and rocks flashing through her eyes and filling her with trepidation—draw closer and closer, so she braced for impact… and pain.

"I'm such a fool… ugh…"

Crumble… crack!

Her small form was like a meteor, smashing into the sea of green and causing the canopy to collapse as she crashed through branches, smashing them apart with an unstoppable momentum. She tightened her guard and protected her ears and face as everything snapped in her ears, the chaotic sounds overwhelming her already unnerved senses as she finally burst through the canopy and collided with a large boulder planted deep into earth—clearly larger than it appeared—near an exceptionally large tree. A tremendous, bone-shattering force erupted through her body, the utter annihilation of her momentum nearly causing her back to shatter as her organs tumbled violently. Her face reddened and spittle spewed from her mouth. Her skull was rattled, and her brain wobbled violently enough for her to lose consciousness… again.

The boulder was cracked to such an extensive degree that its volume expanded, much to the utter shock and bewilderment of a man and his son who were foraging for resources. Of course, the threat of predators and other wildlife had them armed with two rifles, daggers, and a machete each. Regardless, they both regarded the scene with jaws that hung low enough to create a waterfall of drool had they not slammed them shut. The father immediately snapped out of his disbelief and exploded into motion, rushing toward the girl and disregarding his rifle.

The girl might as well be dead, right?

"Holy shit, holy shit!" The father cursed frantically, his grizzled features awash with horror and fright as he made it to the boulder-implanted girl—his weathered gaze widened in disbelief at the damage the boulder took. It was cratered and cracked in multiple places; bits and pieces of it were split like they were waiting to slide out. The entire thing looked like a shattered pane of glass, like it was going to collapse like a landslide. Regardless, he ignored the boulder and tended to the girl attentively, feeling her limbs and body… no broken bones? He touched her neck, feeling for a pulse; it was… still there! She was alive! He gently moved her head and gripped the back of it, feeling… no blood.

"This girl is as durable as a damned ox! Come here, my boy!"

The son blinked and got out of his stupor before rushing over, nearly tripping over outgrown roots, "W-what should I do?! Tell me?!"

"Get her left arm and left leg! I already did the rest. I will support her head and back. The rock bed is loose enough to not hamper her body! Now, come on!" The father and son worked together, exerting themselves to pluck the girl from what should have been her deathbed had she been a normal person.

As they got her out of the boulder, the son appraised it, blinking in even more disbelief at the damage, "This girl is more durable than a boulder? How did—"

"I reckon she has something to do with that massive explosion further north. No person simply comes flying through the sky from that direction for no reason," the father heaved a bit before tugging at his rucksack and pulling it over his head and slamming it onto the ground, kicking up a dust cloud that irritated the girl enough to make her sneeze.

"Whoops," the father winced before digging into the rucksack to pull out a thick tarp, "Let's load her onto this tarp, and… can you wipe her nose? It's unladylike for girls to have nastiness on their face."

"Yes," the son reached into his sack and pulled out a leather-textured cloth, wiping it carefully over the girl's face—which was very pretty—to get rid of the waste that surely would have ruined that image. With that, they hoisted the girl up, gently, and loaded her onto the tarp before retreating from the area; the father reached out and snatched his rifle as well.

Though the girl looked young, she was quite tall, at least 170 cm, and had some good weight on her. It was nothing the men couldn't handle, however, and they lugged her across a vast and very expansive distance. Their destination was quite a way away, and the obstacles ahead of them would prove problematic to traverse with her as deadweight. They eased themselves of large roots, snuck around grazing boars—using massive trees and leaves as cover, and used tall and toppled trees as bridges to go over rivers. The journey took them an hour and a half, and as they emerged from the less inviting section of the mountainous forest, they stepped onto a trail that was human-friendly. There were sparse travelers dotting the trail and there were familiar faces.

However, there couldn't be any joviality from that small group's face due to the 'luggage' the men were hauling with them.

"Geoffrey, what happened?" A middle-aged man in similar garbs to the father from before barked, his expression mirroring alarm as he rushed over to them alongside several of his people.

The man from before, now-named Geoffrey, sighed, "My son and I were simply foraging in the backyard of the mountains back there," he gestured to the looming mountains several miles away and looked down at the girl who his son readjusted on the tarp, "I know it was foolish, what with that weird storm and all, but we saw this girl planted against a boulder when we rushed over after hearing a massive explosion. I don't know what the hell is going on, but things are getting dangerous in these parts."

"You're lucky you weren't swept away by any flash floods; several villages were overrun by water. Their houses and crops were flattened, hell, even alligators were in that wave. Some people were snatched up and killed!" The man who addressed Geoffrey gave the unconscious girl a cursory glance before turning on his heel, "Let's go, everyone. Let's get her some help."

The sudden commotion dialed down as everyone fell into an orderly set of actions, forming a somewhat shoddy protective formation around Geoffrey, his son, and their unconscious charge as they walked down the path, crossing the remaining several hundred meters between their moving position and the town of Rosenhagen.

The name of the town came off as quite sophisticated, especially when the town itself was well-maintained and had a flourishing little economy that connected to the large system that flowed through the nameless country located toward the edge of the continent. Dialing back down from the expansive viewpoint, the town was quite vast in diameter, rivaling a smaller mountain range in width with enough land to fit hundreds of structures that could fit innumerable people. The orientation of it was also meticulously planned, with neat asymmetrical fifty-by-fifty-ish rows of both residential buildings and service buildings geared towards maintaining and improving the various systems that kept the town functional.

The irrigation system flourished due to the surrounding environment with mountains dotting the land and massive forests and rivers. Said rivers carved right through the village, in fact. Many towns in the country were constructed with mother nature in mind, which set them apart from the more industrialized towns located in more authoritarian countries further south of the continent.

Agriculture was successful, with small fields located in the less dense section of the town with numerous cattle and farmers tending to the land in their own way. Newspaper carriers cycled across the cobblestone walkways, tossing sheets of the latest hits toward the awaiting hands of interested persons and splashing in the mud or puddles that sat at the foot of some houses with no hands to spare them that soiling fate. Town guards patrolled the streets, keeping keen eyes on everyone and everything even though it was hardly needed since their biggest problem was preventing unauthorized people from leaving and entering the town in the first place. Many tragedies had happened as a result of insufficient surveillance, after all.

Anyhow, moving onto the center of the town of Rosenhagen, there existed a large and lavish compound with tall, mushroom-shaped trees with verdant petals filling each branch. Lush vegetation lined the edges of the cobblestone pathways that led through the gates and around the various small shacks and major buildings within, leading to separate sections. People were walking to and fro along the paths, entering and exiting the compound with respect for etiquette.

Collap, collap, collap...

Many eyes in the vicinity turned toward the distance when the sound of a well-bred stallion trotting through the street reached them, and they immediately halted upon seeing a very respectable man clad in platinum armor seated on top. Behind the golden-brown stallion was a stagecoach of considerable size, definitely aristocratic in purpose, and it trembled and shook as it was led toward the lavish compound. Many people made way for it as it slowed down and passed through the gate, the guards not bothering to impede them.

The platinum-armored man gripped the reins, and the stallion raised itself with a majestic neigh before settling down.

"Lord Rosenburg, we have arrived!" said the rider as he kicked his leg over the side of the stallion and dropped down, his full height of 180 centimeters falling short of the stallion's shoulder height. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms as he strode over to the stagecoach in which a man, his wife, and children, disembarked from. The children giggled and pranced toward the main entrance to the mansion while their mother rushed after them, her golden locks swaying behind her as she crossed gazes briefly with the stallion rider before continuing on unimpeded.

"Welp, Sir Weatherall, it was a pleasure to receive your services," Lord Rosenburg—a stocky middle-aged man in black slacks, shoes, and a black blazer—said as he reached out and shook the stallion rider's firm hands. They held each other's gaze for a moment, exchanging further manly acknowledgement, before the lord stood back and brandished a handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiping away the sweat that trickled down his forehead. "I ought to stop wearing this damn top hat during hot days..."

"I can imagine your image is very important, so any slip up would probably bring you scrutiny from those peers of yours," Sir Weatherall interjected, eliciting a raspy laugh from the lord.

"Right on the money, lad. Right on the money..." Lord Rosenburg patted him on the shoulder and stalked over to the entrance of his mansion, but not before halting and addressing the stallion rider again, "Oh, and send out a hunting and reconnaissance party. That storm wasn't normal, and a girl was found in the middle of it all. She's located in the town infirmary as we speak, so perhaps paying her a visit would bring us some answers."

Sir Weatherall's eyes brightened, "Well isn't that part of my job. Finally, something worth my time-"

"Choose your words wisely while in my presence, Weatherall."

Sir Weatherall clamped his mouth shut and blinked a few times... before slowly walking, robotically, toward his stallion that snickered to itself—much to Sir Weatherall's chagrin—as he kicked himself over the tall stallion and kicked it extra hard on the thigh, eliciting an irritated huff as it turned around and led the stagecoach beyond the City Lord's estate.

Several blocks down from the City Lord's estate, located near an irrigation path with boats flowing along the river between buildings, was the town infirmary. Being one of the town's few health-care centers, quite a lot of traffic filled the streets, but on this day, on this hour, the streets were pretty sparse as armed guards stood at attention. Horses were sitting idly about, and curious townspeople were peeking at the scene from down the street. However, the ambient sound of conversation lessened when an entourage of higher-ranking guards, led by Sir Weatherall, strode directly through the doors and into the infirmary. The nurses and various other employees frowned at their blatant advance but shook their heads and made-way, but not before inquiring about the purpose of their visit.

"The girl that came through here, we want to ask her a few questions. Has she awoken yet?" A man in his early 30s that stood beside Sir Weatherall inquired of the middle-aged woman that barred their path with a clipboard in hand. She pressed her glasses up and weighed them all with a heavy gaze.

"She is in and out of it, but she mumbled some interesting information. Our most competent personnel are operating on her, and with how light her injuries are, it won't be any longer before she's coherent enough to speak," she glanced down at her clipboard before jotting down whatever she was writing.

"Do you know what happened to her at least?" Sir Weatherall pressed the woman, to which she gazed at him.

"She experienced blunt-force trauma to the back of her head, but it was merely a bruise. Her skin had gnarly burns, her hair was somewhat charred. What was interesting, however, was the fact that she isn't dead."

"I beg your pardon?" Sir Weatherall raised his eyebrows.

"The people that found her in the forest, a seasoned town huntsmen and his son, said that she was planted into a massive boulder. Between her and the boulder, the latter was the one that 'died.'"

"A boulder died, really?" One of Sir Weatherall's men mumbled to themselves.

"So that girl is a mage?" Sir Weatherall assumed.

"Most likely, only those kinds of people can do such unbelievable things," the woman replied before her gaze became stern, "But they said she was involved in an explosion near the back mountains north of here. That was also where the eye of that storm was hovering over. All animals within the radius of the storm would most likely be dead aside from the heavily resilient magical beasts that frequent the danger zones. She was found in that particular danger zone, and I have no idea why that huntsman and his son were out that far."

Sir Weatherall cycled that information through his mind before asking one question, "How old is she, even?"

That caused the woman to frown a bit, "She looks no older than thirteen or fourteen, but she is quite tall for her apparent age."

"During her ramblings, did she say anything of note?"

"Aside from the fact that she was rambling about confusing visions, nothing else," the woman replied, and when Sir Weatherall was about to say anything else, the sound of heavy footsteps drew his attention along with his crew and the stern woman. An elderly man clad in doctor's garb strode toward her, and he brought with him convenient news.

"Doctor Sandra, she's awake."

"Perfect timing," Doctor Sandra smiled and blinked her eyes at Sir Weatherall and his group, "Well let's move on and see how our little friend is doing?"

Sir Weatherall nodded.

On the first floor, located near the main hall, within a room...

The same girl from before was snuggled under a warm white blanket, her skin now as clean as silk, and her hair stripped of burnt strands and neatly combed, after being tended to by her caretakers. Her chest was rising and falling at a steady pace, and the light of the sun did well to make her skin glisten, even if the sun seemed remiss to do so. Regardless, Sir Weatherall left his men outside as he followed Doctor Sandra and the elderly man toward the bedside, watching her silently.

"She is awake... right?" Sir Weatherall glanced pointedly at the elderly man, and he nodded.

"She knows we're here, as you can see..." the emphasizing of the elderly man's last word drew Sir Weatherall's attention toward the girl whose eyes bore directly into his, causing him to shiver at the otherworldly scene within. Her eyes were white, pure white, and they held some inexplicable nature. It wasn't just him, even Doctor Sandra and the elderly man were put off by her mere existence, especially when they saw a film of prismatic light briefly wash over her; they chalked that up to a trick of the sunlight.

Doctor Sandra took it upon herself to address the mysterious girl first, "Hello, my name is Doctor Sandra, this is Weatherall, a town Guard Captain, and this is chief assistant Julian," she gestured to the men beside her, and the girl spared them another glance before looking back at her. "Do you mind telling me your name?"

The girl scrunched her eyebrows, her face contorting, "Oliv- Olivia..."

Everyone inched closer, straining their ears.

"It's Olivia—Olivia Vespertine..."

End of Chapter

Note: I plan on making this story open world, so the world will be bigger than my OC and any of the major characters. Of course, the story will still revolve around major canonical events, with the introduction of original major threats down the line. The first arc of this story will include minimal canonical elements due to the insufficient information for the current location our protagonist will be living and training in. I plan on making her path in the story original and loyal to her mission, and she might not be the only main character here, but that is to be determined.

As for the chapter update schedule, don't expect rapid updates, but I do have a general plotline for the first ten chapters, so I can probably create all ten within a month of time. By mid-July, expect at up to ten chapters or more.

Also, since the main protagonist is my own character, I don't expect people to get hooked onto the story but give it a try.