In the world, there were the Hunted ones... and then there were the Huntsmen.
Gajeel Redfox was a Huntsman.
Levy McGarden had always been afraid of lightning... and her magic. Because she had magic, she was Hunted.
And the Huntsman was none other th...
Gajeel walked through the forest at a leisurely pace as the thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed. It didn't bother him.
He'd been walking about 6-7 miles today. He had a lot of stamina and wasn't even breathing hard. He'd been following the scent trail Levy McGarden left behind.
Gajeel's hidden magic was called iron dragon-slayer, which baisically meant he was half dragon. He could eat iron, attack with it, and he could do something called an iron dragon roar. He could also smell, see and hear better than others. So he was following the girl's scent.
She smelled like books and flowers, which was cute. And he was a Hunter, stalking his prey.
He followed for a bit more before catching sight of her camp. The fire was down to coals now, and he could see her lean-to against a fallen tree. She'd done a good job with it. It even kept the rain out.
He smiled, his wet hair dripping down his face and slipped into the dark, becoming one with the shadows.
The lightning flashed again, this time closer to were they were standing. He heard a yelp as the thunder crashed mere seconds later.
Gajeel debated what to do next. He could attack her now, or he could wait for a better moment. He couldn't get closer without her knowing.
Suddenly all the hair on his head felt like it was standing up. He knew exactly what was going to happen moments before it did.
Lighting struck directly into the camp, illuminating everything and leaving a brightness behind Gajeel's eyes. A pine tree cracked, split and exploded into flame with a whoosh, setting the trees around it and the bushes under it aflame.
In seconds the whole clearing of the campsite was on fire, sparks flicking in the air, the smoke thickening it.
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The girl, Levy, screamed.
Without thinking, Gajeel ran into the flames and into the lean-to, wrapping an arm around the frightened girl and dragging her out. She was clutching a bag and was about 3 heads shorter than he was. Shrimpy.
He swung her into his arms and ran out of the area.
Levy buried her face into her savior's neck. She was so scared she could barely breathe. She didn't know who this man was, and she didn't know what to do.
The fire had been sparked by the flare of lightning that hit a tree and then spread. She knew that. But she didn't know who had saved her. She'd been too frightened to move and he had done it for her.
She could smell burnt hair and clothes, but she wasn't sure if it was her or her rescuer. She desperately hoped it wasn't Black Steel. But then again, if he was hunting her, Gajeel Redfox wouldn't have saved her. So it couldn't be him. Not that she knew what he looked like.
Levy kept her face hidden the whole time they were moving. A disjointed thought noted that her hero smelled like wet metal and pine needles. When the man finally stopped and set her down, she looked up.
He was wearing a cloak, loose tan pants, a blue shirt coat with a feathery thing on the shoulder and boots. He had long black hair and what looked like metal on his face and arms.
What startled her the most was his blood red eyes. It was said that Black Steel had crimson eyes, but she didn't see the emblem, so it must not be all that unusual.
She rummaged around in her bag and pulled out her extra blanket. She held it out to him. "Thank you... for saving me..." she started, then stopped, not sure how to go on.
He grabbed the blanket and replied, "It was nothing," roughly.
She just nodded, "Well... it was something to me. You saved me." She said quietly. "I thank you for that."
He paused from wiping off his face with the blanket. "Your welcome."
