Chapter One

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Fairy Tail, the loudest and most destructive guild of Fiore for once stood still. Literally. The guild was silent, in fact, the whole world was silent and still. The clocks stopped ticking. The air was still, everything was still.

Boots clicked into the guild. Click click click. A blonde haired woman sashayed her way to the bar. Her eyes filled with malice. She made herself comfortable on a stool. Her hands wrapped around a mug filled with beer that belonged to Makarov. Her fingers each carrying a black ring with different shapes. She brought it to her lips and took a swig. She enjoyed the silence, but with a snap of her fingers, Makarov came to life.

"Woooooh!"he shouted. "That was some good beer."

He looked around noticing the stillness and quietness. Finally,his eyes landed on the blonde sitting on a stool. He became wary, he jumped away from her and onto a far away table. The blonde did nothing but continue drinking from the mug of beer.

She looked up from the now empty mug. "Oh,"she mumbled. "He got away."

She spun her stool slowly and stepped off. She set the mug down and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She noticed Makarov was now standing over a table on a far corner of the guild.

"Who are you?"Makarov asked sharply. He was prepared for battle. She was a formidable opponent. The magical energy poured from her body. He studied her for a moment. She wasn't from Fiore, or anywhere from Ishgar. She would have been announced a wizard saint if she were to be from Ishgar. Her clothes were far from any trend on Ishgar.

She wore a tight maroon dress that hugged her curves to perfection. The dress was down to her knee with a slit on her left side. She also wore black shiny boots. From the looks of it everything was made from fine material. His eyes fell on her hand, his eyes widened and his heart beat increased. Each one of the rings was a magic seal.

Makarov's body froze with a snap of the blonde's fingers. She walked towards the table he was standing on, she stopped in front of the table. She snapped her fingers again.

For Makarov it seemed like she had disappeared from her original spot and now was standing in front of him. He hadn't sensed that time had stopped. A transportation mage? He thought.

The blonde sighed. "Honestly, our emperor overestimated you."

"Emperor?"Makarov mused. He knew running away would be for naught. Ishgar had no emperors, they were under the control of the magic council. "You're from The Alvarez Empire,"he spoke in disbelief.

"Aye,"The blonde spoke lazily. She yawned. "I came to take a guy, his name was Natsu? Natsu Dragneel? Something like that."Her eyes gleamed, as if suddenly jolting awake. "Now be a good ole' geezer, and hand him over."

Makarov's eyes widened, fear taking over him. She wanted to take one of his children. He had no doubt she would get what she wanted. What he was afraid is what the emperor wanted to do with Natsu. He didn't want to find out. It was best to put up a fight, and maybe tire the blonde woman.

"You're getting no where near him,"Makarov seethed. His face turned red in rage.

The blonde's lip twitched forming a smile. He didn't miss the anger radiating from her eyes. "I would hate slicing up everyone in here until I know which one of them is Natsu, after all I just bought this beautiful dress."

In a split second the blonde snapped her fingers, time stopped again. She slammed her knee into his stomach. She snapped her fingers again. Makarov's body flew through the wall and onto the concrete sidewalk just outside the guild. The air had been knocked out of his lungs. A few ribs had been broken. It was nothing that wouldn't heal. Eventually he stood abruptly, he took in pained breaths and walked into the guild.

The blonde was examining every guy in the guild. She was in front of Gray. She traced her hand over his jaw, she smirked at Makarov once she spotted him on the entrance.

"I narrowed them down to a few of them, obviously this Natsu guy is not older than 20, so tell me which one of these is him?"She pointed at Gray, Elfman, Gajeel,and Natsu. "I can always contact the emperor, but that would be boring, don't you think?"

She lined them up in a row in front of the bar. In her hand a sword materialized. "I will slice them up each if you don't answer, which one of these is Natsu?"

Makarov hesitated. He hated doing this, who knew what the emperor had stored in for Natsu. This woman was not somebody he could handle. Let alone anyone in Ishgar. The only one who could have stood a chance was God Serena.

His vision blurred momentarily. He brought a hand to his cheek. Tears poured down his chin and onto the ground. He felt helpless, hopeless, lifeless.

The blonde shrugged. "Crying won't help,this is happening. I gave you a choice didn't I? You haven't answered."She brought her sword down slicing a fine line on Gray's back. An open gash formed from the back of his neck to the waistband of his jeans.

Despair filled his very being. "Stop!"He shouted and transformed into a giant. "Don't you dare touch him again!"

The blonde's lip tugged upwards into a smirk filled with malice. "Finally decided to bring out the big guns?"She thrusted the sword into Elfman's chest, the sword peaked on the other side of his body. Just like that she kicked him off, he landed in front of Makarov. "Which one is Natsu?"

Makarov's body trembled, he had watched that woman kill Elfman. That was unacceptable. He ran with fury towards the blonde. He slammed his giant fist forward hoping to land a strike.

She merely held her hand up, stopping his fist with no struggle. The impact caused the ground to shatter leaving a huge hole in the ground. She kicked Makarov, he crashed on the tables of the guild. She grabbed Gray's hair and placed her sword over his throat.

"That big guy wasn't Natsu, now was he? Natsu is a dragon slayer. I just can't remember what type, or what he looked like. This one isn't him either,"she said. "If you tell me which one of those two is Natsu, I promise to bring that one back to life. Just make it quick, before he crosses through the doors of death."

He was still alive, somewhere,but he was still alive. Makarov made a rash decision. "Don't kill Gray, and bring Elfman back. I'll tell you who Natsu is."

The blonde chuckled. "So there was a price for you to open you mouth after all. Fair enough."

Makarov ignored her comment. She threw Gray to the side, she snapped her fingers. He watched as the blood on Elfman's chest disappear. The gash too. Soon his clothes were perfectly intact.

There was no going back now. Huge tears swelled on his eyes. Natsu's frozen body held a huge goofy grin. Makarov took in huge deep breaths.

"Natsu's the one in the scarf."