Y/n is the daughter of the great, elemental dragon, Iris. She held the great power of elemental dragon slaying and Requip Magic. Read as she goes on adventures with the guild that she once thought she was a lost memory to.
(I do not own Fairy tail...
(Some spells I used from OC wiki, with permission. And Trigger warning: a lot of blood, death and sadistic moments. I kinda scared myself when I finished writing it... I can't believe what I just wrote.)
~Recap~
I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't. I cannot let these monsters continue to hurt my family. I tried to warn them and show them mercy, but after poking the beast for so long and harder each time, the beast will not let it slide another time. My fists clenched so tight that my knuckles started to turn white. I dug my nails into my palms, drawing my blood. I was shaking as tears cascaded down my cheeks. I tuned out the screams.
Drake and his guild seemed very pleased with themselves. That is, until a low, and sadistic sounding laugh erupted from my throat. My messy and blood covered hair cast a shadow over my face. "That is it. I am done showing mercy." My voice deepened. "THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!" I screamed before a bright, but also somewhat dark light enveloped me. Many people covered their eyes, for the light blinded them. I screamed in both mental agony and sadistic enjoyment of the large amount power I now had.
"REQUIP: DEATH DRAGON FORCE!"
~Now~
"Y/N! NO!" Makarov yelled out. He had known of this specific requip of mine. He was the only one to ever see it. My close friends knew I had a stronger requip, but never witnessed how I act while in this form. I had only ever taken this form one other time, and the event had ended with a large amount of bloodshed.
~Flashback and 3rd Person~
It was the year X778, the same year the strauss siblings had joined Fairy tail, Laxus became S-class and Romeo Conbolt was born. Y/n was twelve years old. Just the year before, the young and excitable dragon slayer, Natsu had joined fairy tail. Many good things had happened this year, but Y/n was not a happy mage.
"Y/n?" Makarov called out while entering the large building. The sight before him made his jaw go slack and his eyes to widen. He visibly paled. "Y/n? What did you do?" He asked whilst stepping over a bloodied arm that belonged to a limp being. The girl he was talking to stared at the ground, breathing heavily.
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(Younger version of Death Dragon Force)
He approached her, then reached up and grabbed her non-dominant hand, as the other was holding a weapon. She flinched, but soon relaxed when her dilated eyes landed on the short man. The spear disappeared in a flash of light, and her armor was replaced by normal clothing.
Tears pricked her eyes as her actions and everything soon caught up to her. She fell to her knees, weeping into her hands. "I... I killed them. Master, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." She kept repeating. She was only twelve, and the pile of bodies in the large home weren't even her first kills. She feared that Makarov would kick her out of the guild. Makarov stood by the kneeling girl and wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm her as she continued to cry.
