Sacred Ice Dragon's Roar!

No Way, What?

Enjoy chapter 3!

Gail's P.O.V.

When I wake up, I'm in a daze. I hear voices, all around us. I look up at the sun, and I remember. The screams, the tears I shed... My sacrifices...
I glance up and see Brook leaning over me, shadows fallen upon her face. I hear whispers behind her.

My heart keeps beating faster by the second. I reach into my jeans' back pocket and pull out a mirror. I gaze into it, and suddenly the alley we're in gets darker. I'm older. In our world, I was 13 years old. Here, though, I look like I'm 16. Its amazing... I'm wearing the same clothes, but they're a lot tighter than they were. I seem to be mature in everything... My face, and my body. I'm not sure whether this is a blessing or a curse.

Suddenly, Brook twitches. She all of a sudden jerks and sits up, panting. I guess it wasn't just me. We've all matured. Brook's hair is long enough to reach her hips, and her face is older, more mature. Brook's hair is ragged and frizzy, but I can still recognize her. She's clutching Dakota, who woke up to her movement. He looks older, somehow. His tail is in between his legs, and he has more gray whiskers than the last time I saw him. He walks over to Brook, sniffs her face curiously, recognizes her scent, and sits down on her lap. She's lucky to have a family member in this place.

Brook shuts her eyes closed, and clenches her fist. "Ice dragon's claw!" Huge ice crystals burst out of her fingertips and she slices them through the air. "Awww yeah. I got myself some Ice dragon slayer magic." She smirks and pretends to be Wolverine.

"A-Amazing..." I grunt, and try to do my own magic. I clench my fists, like she did, close my eyes shut tightly, and chant those special words. "Sacred flame dragon's claw!" Right on cue, I see blue flames burst out of my fingertips. Blue enough flames that you could mistake me for the 'Spawn of satan'. I grin at Brook and show off my fire.

I look over my shoulder and see Claire, leaning up against the brick wall. "Ice make: Lance!" I hear her chant, trying to do Gray's Ice make magic. It's too bad both Claire and Brook are crushing over Gray...

All of a sudden, I hear footsteps. Loud ones. I see a shadow, growing bigger until I can make out a shape.

Brook notices him, smirks at me, and raises her eyebrows.

I gulp, fasten my shirt and jeans, tuck my kitchen knife in my belt, and pinch myself. Just to make sure this isn't a dream. "This is crazy..." I pant.

"What is?" An all-too-familiar voice says, from right above me.

Natsu is standing right above me.

"N-Nothing at all!" I say, blinking several times to make sure I'm not dreaming. I glance up and see Natsu blushing, and I, in turn, change to a bright shade of red. Good going, Gail.

I hear loud footsteps and splashing sounds. I turn to see who it is, and, honestly, I'm not surprised.

Brook, however, starts blushing almost as red as a tomato. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!" I hear her whispering over and over.

Claire is also gawking, face red. Like me and Brook, she's matured a lot too. I hope when we go home we'll be young again...

I see Gray emerge from the shadows, noticeably irritated. "Oi! Flame brain! What's the dea-" He gets cut off when he sees Brook. "Oh... Sorry if this dummy bothered you, miss." He turns to Natsu, blinks, and yells. "What the hell was that! Why would you run into an alley like that? You know we were on a mission, right?"

"I know... But I heard some people using dragon slayer magic. I wanted to know what was going on, Gray!" Natsu protests.

"Hey... Are you two from Fairy Tail?" Brook asks casually, as if talking to them is a normal feat. Or, maybe she's talking to Natsu and that's why she isn't nervous.