Italic = narrating
"CAPS LOCK" = SCREAMING
Disclaimer: not owning Fairy Tail nor the original fairy tales
Jellal and the armor clad princess
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, a kind but old king ruled with help from his granddaughters, fair but tough and kind. But our story does not begin there.
"Siegrain!" a woman shouted in an extremely unpleasant way.
The young man named Siegrain rose from his position where he had been cleaning the floor and ran up the stairs to his stepmother´s side to see what she wanted.
"What took you so long?" she complained as she turned around to look at him with her pale, green eyes, full with malice.
He bowed. "I apologize, I came as quickly as possible. You called for me?"
"Yes", she said as she looked away from him to the pile of clothes she had put on the floor. "That needs to be cleaned right away."
He took all the clothes into his arms and set down the stairs to go to the wash room.
"Hey, Siegrain", a voice called from behind him as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He turned around to face one of his stepbrothers.
Siegrain looked at the pile of clothes in his arms and waited for Natsu to put the pieces together. Natsu looked like he waited for an answer, but after a while, he followed Siegrain´s gaze and widened his eyes.
"Wow! That´s a lot of clothes!
Siegrain only shrugged. "What did you want Natsu?"
"Well, me and Gray couldn´t decide which rules was supposed to be in the game, so we thought we should ask you which ones are supposed to be used."
"And where´s Gray?" Siegrain asked with an eyebrow raised.
Natsu grinned and was about to answer when he was hit in the back of his head by a furious Gray and knocked to the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU´RE DOING?!" Natsu yelled at his stepbrother Gray.
"THAT´S WHAT I´M SUPPOSED TO ASK YOU! HIT ME FROM BEHIND, YOU COWARD!"
"YOU´RE A WEAKLING FROM FALLING IN ONE STRIKE!"
"YOU HIT ME WITH A BASEBALL-BAT YOU IDIOT!"
"SO WHAT STRIPPER? I WOULDN´T EVEN HAVE BUDGED!"
"IT WAS HOT OUTSIDE!" Gray was quick to defend his missing shirt. "AND YOU WOULDN´T HAVE, FLAME BRAIN? WELL THEN YOU WOULDN´T MIND IF I HIT YOU, WOULD YOU?!"
"Guys, please. Let´s settle this in a reasonable way", Siegrain said as he put the clothes down and pulled Gray off Natsu. "Stop fighting."
"He started it", Natsu mumbled grumpily as he got up from the floor.
"I STARTED IT? I DID? SIEGRAIN LET ME GO SO I CAN BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF THAT ASCH-BRAIN!"
"Gray, calm down!" Siegrain said and pressed him down in a chair. Behind his back, Natsu made faces against Gray, thinking Siegrain didn´t notice, which he of course did. "Natsu, quit that and shut up."
And maybe surprisingly to some, Natsu did so. But both Natsu and Gray respected their stepbrother Siegrain very much and listened to him. He always solved their problems, and the solutions were always so simple they both were surprised they didn´t come up with it themselves. And so, another meddling started, were Siegrain solved his brother´s problems and they then left to have their game, with the rules they had come up with together. Siegrain sighed as he picked up the clothes on the floor and went to wash them before he could finish cleaning the floor and then be free for the rest of the day. Just an ordinary day in the manor that belonged to the beauty Evelyn, where she lived together with her three sons.
Now when we´ve met the hero, how about we meet the heroine? The brave, beautiful, wise, just, cake-loving (yes, you read right), princess Erza.
Erza sighed as she looked out the window of her room. She observed the grounds outside, observed what soon would be her kingdom. As soon as she was married, she would be crowned queen and rule beside her husband.
"But I don´t want to get married", she whispered as she met her own gaze in the glass in the window.
She then turned away from the window and walked to her bed where she lay down and closed her eyes. She didn´t want to get married, but she would do it anyway for the sake of her kingdom´s future. There was really only one person she could agree to marry. The problem was that he had been missing for years now and no one had seen him since the day he disappeared.
A blue-haired boy with a scarlet red tattoo and a so sincere smile it always made her heart jump over a beat. He only smiled like that towards her.
"Jellal…" she whispered to herself.
The only one ever who had defeated her in a swordfight.
She suddenly jolted up into a sitting position. "That´s it!"
Instead of holding a ball like her grandfather, the king, proposed, she would have a tournament and the one who could defeat her would be the one she would marry. She flew off her bed and ran out of her room, holding her skirt out of the way as she ran down all the stairs to reach the room where her grandfather would be.
She was about to enter the entertainment-room where he was, when two crossed spears stood in her way.
"King Makarov shall not be disturbed."
Erza glared at them both, sending chills down their spines and they swallowed hard.
"We all know what my grandfather is doing in there, now will you please move your spears before I break them into pieces? This is very important."
The two guards looked at each other. Everyone in the kingdom feared and respected Erza, and these two were no exception. They nodded at each other and the spears were out of her way. Erza swung the doors open, stepping into the room like a storm. Or well, that was her grandfathers reaction as he thought she had come to scold him. He almost dropped his cup of sake, but when he saw her face, he calmed down. She wasn´t angry, but rather excited and he had no idea if he should fear this more or not.
"Gramps, I will not hold a ball."
- Fear it more, it seems, the old man thought as he almost dropped his cup again.
"I will hold a tournament, and whoever can defeat me will be my husband."
This time, king Makarov really did drop his cup and all sake poured out from it onto the floor.
Erza nodded, excited. "That´s my condition, I won´t care who it is as long as they can beat me."
"B-but, Erza, my child… no one can beat you…" he looked as if he had seen a ghost, and his hand was frozen mid-air, in the position where he had dropped the cup.
"One person has", Erza said.
Now Makarov got a sad look on his face, full of sympathy. "My child…"
"I know he´s gone", Erza said as she smiled a sad smile. "However, that is what I wish. And if no one can beat me… then I´ll hold a ball. However, every man is to participate in the tournament."
"Every man in the kingdom?" Makarov asked a bit troubled.
"Every man", Erza said, even though it troubled her that she at the age of 18 might end up marrying someone as old as her grandfather.
"Let´s make it every man under thirty and over eighteen", king Makarov said as he rubbed his forehead. "I´ll fix this Erza, I´ll make sure you´ll know which day the tournament will be."
"I want to participate from the beginning", Erza said. "That´s the only fair way."
Makarov looked surprised for a moment, but then nodded. "If that´s your wish."
"Thank you, grandfather", Erza said as she bowed and returned to her room.
She didn´t want to get her hopes up, but… but, maybe one of those men would be him. The only person she ever loved.
Hello dear readers! This is my new story, hope you liked the first chapter. Yes, the chapters will be very short. All of them. Some are closer to a thousand and some are more like, five-hundred, but I will try to update quite frequently instead.
Have you guys figured out which fairy tale this is based on? It´s not that hard actually ;) but the title doesn't really give it away like the others might. But I think you figured it out anyways. It will be very different from the original story and only based on it.
I will be changing the cover-photo now and then – when the next story begins. And I might re-do the one to this since I didn´t really know the program I used to do the edit – I used it like a year ago but I never knew it especially well and I will ask a friend to help me ^-^
Well, that´s all. Thanks for the review, and let me know what you think :)