Natsa Dragneel: Tale of the Dragon Fairy

Natsa Dragneel: Tale of the Dragon Fairy: Chapter One

Normal POV

Natsa was currently slouched in a leather stool at the bar, swishing the red straw to her root beer around. She sighed deeply, leaning back farther in the comfy seat. Hearing a faint whisper, she raised a delicate pink eyebrow, frowning slightly before turning her attention to Gray. She didn't really know what to think of him. They were rivals, sure, but she kept getting these weird feelings. Now, Natsa wasn't stupid-- okay not that stupid, she knew what these feelings were; she was in love. But she didn't know how to express these emotions, hec-she didn't even know if the guy liked her. A lot of men ogled her- she was used to it- but she was worried that if he did like her-- would he like her for her?
Her thoughts were cut off when the door to the guild opened slightly, three hooded figures appearing.

"We've come to collect what's ours, just like we promised .. eh Natsa?" The voice sent shivers down her spine. She didn't know why, but the voice sounded . . familiar.
Images flashed through her mind, and she dropped to her knees, holding her head as she screamed in pure agony.
Her head felt as if it were trampled by a herd of elephants, then smushed in a blender.
Her voice was hoarse from her screams which echoed throughout her guild.
The last thing she saw before her vision blurred dramatically was Gray rushing forward, arm outstretched as if to catch her. The man who had spoken smirked, disappearing in a flash of dark magic and reappearing just as fast as he caught her.

"We'll be taking our leave then," one of his lackey's commented as he watched the man gather the small pinkette in to his rather callous and well-muscled arms.

"Like hell you are, bastard!" The ice Mage was angry. No, fuming was the word. He was seething in pure red-hot anger, rightfully so. It was no secret that he had a thing for the girl in the unnamed man's arms. Well, at least not to everyone else but her. He groaned inwardly, just how fucking dense was she? God, this will be such a pain in the ass once he finally confesses to her.

"Troublesome," he muttered quietly, placing a fist on the palm of his other hand. "Ice Make . . Lance!"

"Requip: Flame Empress Armor!"

"Open: Gate of the Lion: Leo!"

Spells rang out in the guild like rapid gunfire, all aimed at the three figures attempting to take their precious family member with them. Like hell they would let that happen.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE BRATS?!"

"Uhm. . I think the guy that just kidnapped Natsa farted. . . It smells like peach yogurt and fart." A miscellaneous guild member informed dryly.

"Oh?~ Looky! The itty bitty guild is trying to stop us!" The voice was squeaky and high pitched, belonging to a short girl with pale blonde bangs protruding from her hood. The only skin you could see was the area surround her mouth which was upturned into a sick smile.

"Insulting my guild, I'll let slide by, but taking one of my children and hurting her is unforgivable!" These words belonged to none other than Makarov Dreyar, Fairy Tail's Third Master. His eyes were alight with righteous fury, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

Fairy Tail's members took this as a sign to attack, and that they did. Hundreds of different magics hurled themselves at the enemy relentlessly.

And the trio just stood there, twisted smiles in place.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

R AND R! Constructive criticism is welcome! Hope you like and sorry it's late! I'll post more later on in the week. I'm still not sure how exactly to work this thing so~ yep.