Prologue
"Who are you?" He asked, in a low voice.
"Who am I? I am.. I am.. I do not know, who am I?" I answered.
"Do you not know?" He asked.
Shaking my head, he said,
"Well, then I stall give you a name, little girl, a name that you shall never forget, Lana K shall be your name from now on." Spoke the tall handsome man.
"What does K mean?" I asked.
"In the near future you will know, but for now, I shall tell you what Lana means, it means fair and good looking," He alleged.
"La-na K?" I uttered.
"Yes, Lana K, now I have to go, but we will see each other in the future," He said.
He places his hand on my head full of jet black hair, and said,
"this is goodbye, my little beauty, also do not let Pyralis--."
"Wait! Who are you?!" She yelled, but it was already too late for he had disappeared into thin air.
Chapter 1
A dream, no... More of a memory than a dream. That was not the first, nor the last I shall have that memory. Today, I shall turn 16, in the land of Leslie meaning meadowlands, when someone turns 16, they have to walk into a fire, it is not cold nor hot, it's a fire of fate. The fire's name is Pyralis, Pyralis is whom I remember from my memory, he and that man. Pyralis was a blue flame, but he did have a body. No one has seen his human body at all, even if someone did has seen his human form no one said anything. Pyralis have seen many naked bodies over the past 10 years, even if they were wearing clothes. Pyralis shall choose if you stay, or leave your homeland. Leaving your homeland is the same as walking into hell, for because 80% of Earth's lands were lost to the seas, oceans, etc. Even if magic existed, there was no way to bring back the land that humans lost.
Gildarts found an orphaned girl, whom he's sure he's met before but can't recall when, and decides to bring her to the guild. Unaware that that very human being would change everything. Including Gray Fullbuster's heart.
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Alexa pulled away. "That doesn't make any sense."
"Neither does this." Gray said. "But I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?"
She stared at him. She could see he meant what he said, could see it in his eyes she knew as well as her own, in the brushed shadows under those eyes, the pulse pounding in his throat. Her desire for answers battle the more primal part of her brain, and lost. "Kiss me then." She whispered, and he pressed his mouth against hers, their hearts slamming together through the thin layers of wet fabric that divided them. And she was drowning in it, the sensation of him kissing her; of rain everywhere, running off her eyelashes; of letting his hands slide freely over the wet, crumpled fabric of her dress, made thin and clinging by the rain. It was almost like having his hands on her bare skin, her chest, her hips, her stomach; when he reached the hem of her dress, he gripped her legs, pressing her harder against the wall while she wrapped them around his waist.
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Writing is pretty crap in the first few chapters, but I swear my vocabulary improved later on, so please bear with it! I promise you'll love the story! <3