Fairy Tail: Black Blood [Book 2/2]

Prologue

     The skies were a deep blue, almost black if not for the illuminating silver of the moon. Stars glinted faintly across the skies as deep grey clouds were scattered briefly. Over a peculiar village, the moon was known as the spirit of life, for it shapes the water which shapes the earth. A woman with pink hair, black eyes, and a golden-white dress walked down the nearly abandoned streets casually. Having dropped off her eldest son at tutoring, she was making her way back home to her mother-in-law and youngest son, Natsu. Tyra "The Typhoon" Dragneel, one of the strongest Dragon Slayers in the early era of X300. She was seen as a hero to many villages whom were threatened by corrupted dragons, but to those out there who despised dragons and their slayers equally, she was a threat that had to be put down no matter what cost.

     Walking in these damned heels are exhausting. Why do I even wear these? UGH, I need a hot bath right now... The woman thought tiredly, holding a golden band in her hands as she reached back to her straight hair and rearranged it back into a tight bun on the top of her head.

     She froze mid step and held up her head, she heard the drunken laughs of men and the sizzling of beer in a cold mug in the bar to her right. But she smelled something almost too familiar. Dragon. She heard the soft whooshes of wings slicing through air and the roars of the dragon. To your average human it would sound like a soft breeze, but to Dragon Slayers it was nearly impossibly to cipher it as anything else. It was not close enough to the village for her to go after it, though, after all she wasn't that much of a murderer. But if this dragon did have any traces of human blood on it then yeah, she would go over to it and grind it's scaly ass into the dust.

     Her ears caught the sound of something new and appearing to be coming closer. The predatory chuckles and laughs of men, her nose indicated something very wrong with them. The pulsating of their hearts within their bodies and the sensation of the air around them indicated that they were very hostile. Like all bandits usually are, though there was a darker aura coming off them, something she couldn't quite place her finger on. She stood there for a few seconds and watched as the shadows themselves moved as seven bandits appeared from the darkness. All of them wore black robes and hoods over their faces, they had black sandals and wore cocky smirks.

    "Could I help you, gentlemen?" She asked calmly.

    "Heh. Are you Tyra Dragneel?" The closest of the seven asked, his voice was raspy and cold, inferring that he was in his late fifties or early sixties. "The Typhoon?"

    "Who wants to know?"

    "I take it that you're the one who slayed Mother Glare? The dragoness we worshiped?" Ah, another worshipping guild...

    "It was all part of the job, boys. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go..." Tyra turned heel and started walking when she found that the six other members had surrounded her during her little chat. They glared at her with wide smirks plastered on their faces and each wield a magic staff in their clutches.

    "I'm afraid you're going nowhere, ma'am..." The spokesman hissed, she turned back around to face him. He pulled back his hood to reveal a tanned man with black hair and a short beard, his eyes were red with one scar going straight through his left cheek, eye, and eyebrow. "Murderous scum like yourself don't deserve to wander these streets in plain sight of the public. Pixie Frail is a Light Guild that needs to die anyways, and you've given me another reason to wipe them off the face of the earth, you filthy bitch!"

     The seven wizard bandits charged at her, uttering war cries and brandishing their weapons. It was all over in an instant. One scalding wave attack was all that was needed to knock the bandits out cold, well, all except the supposed leader of the group. He shuddered in rage and awe at her strength, his eyes narrowing once her onyx orbs landed on his.