Not Your Average Girl (Sting X Reader X Gray)

ღ Forty-Three ღ

I've always had this strange habit. I would whistle at night.

My grandmother didn't like that at all.

"Don't do that," she would tell me, "The dead will think you're calling for them."

I've stopped whistling at night now. But they haven't.

//credits to whoever wrote this//

W

hile everybody else was moved back a few feet, I was blown away by the huge gust of wind.

I didn't know how that was possible, considering the fact that I was a healthy weight.

I was on guard but when nothing happened, I got distracted by my thoughts and that's why I was caught off guard by the roar.

While flying through the air, I reminded myself to be on guard next time if this situation ever happens again.

'Maybe I can fly far far away from here so I don't have to deal with this,' I thought but shook it off, 'No, I'm a proud wizard of fairy tail. I have to do these things.'

I could feel myself about to fall down and I knew that the landing would be anything but pretty.

"Angel beats: wings," I said and summoned a pair of wings in order to make a safe landing.

[It has been so long since I've typed anything that said 'Angel Beats:. . .' I feel nostalgic.]

"Where am I?" I murmured as I found myself in between people I didn't recognize.

I wanted to ask somebody which guild this was, but they were all too busy fighting the enormous dragons.

No matter which guild this was, I fought along with them because after all, we were all the same no matter what guild.

"Angel Beats: Quarter note," I said as I put out both of my hands aimed for the dragon in front of me.

Four quarter notes (♩) flew out from my hands and attacked the dragon without doing much damage.

They managed to hit the dragon and cause a synchronized explosion, but there wasn't even a scratch on its skin.

'I might have underestimated the power of dragon scales.'

I tried to hit it again with a different tactic.

"Quarter note: Forte," I said, aiming again.

[In musical terms, the symbol for forte (ƒ)is indicating someone to play loud. So basically, your attack has much more power now]

Even this time, my attack didn't do anything except cause another explosion.

"Don't give up," One random guy said, placing his hand on my shoulder, "Its a dragon. Give it all you got."

I nodded as I watched him summon a king sized bed and throw it at the dragon.

"Pedro, what did I tell you about summoning random things?" A voice chided and I saw one guy I recognized.

It was Rufus Lore, the fedora guy from Sabertooth.

"I'm sorry Rufus," the guy formerly known as Pedro smirked, "I'll keep that in.memory."

"Are you mocking me?"

"No sir."

Rufus then placed two fingers on his temples and said, "Memory make: Night Of Falling Stars."

Just then, several beams of lightning which reminded me of shooting stars released in the air and targeted the dragon, raining down on it.

It made it look like the stars really were falling and I was so struck that I forgot to breathe for a second.

"It happens," said the Pedro guy, chuckling after he saw my reaction, "His magic is beautiful. Is this your first time seeing it?"

I shook my head no - he used the same magic in the Hidden competition on the first day.

"Oh its you," Rufus looked at me, "Why are you here?"

'Oh you know, I was just blown through the air and landed her because I was way too stupid to pay attention and that's how its been my whole life because I'm a failure and I've always been and I don't really give a f.uck but I try to and it never turns out well, so just peach. How's your day been?'

"Complications," I said and then he nodded at me.

[When this line ended, it was 666 words. Just thought I'd let you know]

"Its no time to talk," I heard another voice which I identified as Sting's, "Give it all you got an attack.

For a split second he looked at me and his eyes narrowed in confusion, but he nodded and went back to attacking.

'Give it all you got,' I remembered the Pedro guy saying.

"Angel beats: Whole note," I said and released a powerful note (o) into the air.

[Not quite how a whole note looks like but I couldn't find it]

As the note flew through the air, I called out a bunch of commands in order to.make it more powerful.

"Fortissimo." (ƒƒ)
"Accent."( >)
"Accelerando." (accel. . .)
"Sharp." (#)

[Fortissimo is kinda double forte meaning play extremely loud. Accent iindicates a louder dynamic to be played on a specific note. Accelerando is when it gradually increases tempo. And sharp is making it higher in pitch. So its louder, faster, and higher.]

When the note finally attacked the dragon, I saw that it had managed to draw out some of its blood and create a wound.

The dragon roared in pain, causing people to be moved back and looked around with a glare.

Suddenly, we heard a voice from above.

"There are seven dragons in here and there are seven dragon slayers," a voice I knew all too well said, "Our forces are even and this way we can win. Let the seven dragon slayers fight."

[Not exactly what he said, but lets pretend.]

I looked up at the sky and saw my dumbass brother riding atop a dragon.

'Wait, seven? There's only six.'

//well, everyone always forgets cobra//

Anyway hi

And bye