MercyFace

The sea salt scented air hit your nose, and calmed you. The sun was still high in the sky. Its orange yellow radiance illuminating all around you. It must have gave off a pleasant warmth, alas you could only inturpet it’s inviting embrace as burning fire attempting to roast you alive. The clothing you had adorned was more suitable for your country's more cloudy and cool climate rather than the tropical island, Sindria. People that you viewed seemed to mock you, with their minimal thin fabrics draped across their bodies as they went about their days. Merchants were pushing their overpriced goods onto ignorant tourists, and locals conven

***Warning***this is a bit more PG-13 than my other stuff, not enough to where I feel like I need to put on the Mature content filter, but enough that I feel like I should inform you*** Also there is an introduction to this fan fiction, check the description below for the link to it! :D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You got up from your stool at the guild’s bar, moving to the exit doors. Your hand moved to your side, fiddling with the metal that clung to your hip. You felt the tips of the keys, not bothering to use your eyes to find your newest possession. You only relied on your sense of tou

This is the Natsu Version! Make sure you read the Introduction first!! The link is in the description~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “A contract with a demon?” Lucy questioned, her girlish voice filled with concern, “What does that mean?” You looked over to her, ‘is she really that dense?’ you internally questioned, ‘and here I thought I should be worried about her… She is my polar opposite when it comes to magic…’ “Yeah, well a contract is basically a deal between two or more parities,” you began

READ DESCRIPTION! If you want to! :D Also Let me know if you catch any grammar or spelling mistakes! I would love to go back through and fix them, I know that they can be distracting, but I am human and do mess up more often than not! ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darkness… ‘Am I falling?’ echoed your barely conscious thought, ‘Where am I?’ Darkness, you felt yourself drifting through an empty space, a vortex, or perhaps an abyss, deep and bottomless. Darkness… ‘What’s going on?’ your echo continued, ‘Did it finally happen? Is this my eternal fate?

“I, just a simple mortal, mustered all my courage to face the creature… AND in a final act of valor — just as the heroes of old— I grasped my faithful spear,” the dirt covered, rugged fisherman said in his thick accent while raising his arms to emphasize his tale, “ And I sent that beast back to the watery hell it had emerged from!” With the final words of the fisherman’s telling of his encounters with a mighty sea monster, the surrounding men roared and cheered. His tale was inspirational to the men in that tavern, and the storytelling was excellent. You had thought so as well, although you we

“This country is too hot for this type of dress,” you informed Virgil, your companion, as you both disembarked the merchants’ ship onto Sindria soil. (You would have rather been in something more breathable and airy, or at least something that did not restrict your movements). “It is traditional for a young princess, such as yourself, to wear such garments,” stated the mage, as he inspected your dress, “I am quite impressed you managed to put it on without assistance from a handmaiden.” The royal garb you wore was extremely heavy, with multiple layers to the entire outfit. On the top part of the dre

You were at the mercy of the ragging sea. It’s powerful waves crashed against the wooden ship, attempting to engulf what it must have considered an intruder. It battled hard against the creaking vessel, causing all things upon the craft to shift and sway to the uneven rhythm of the waters. All of this made your head spin, and caused your body to have all the affects of motion sickness. Which ultimately meant, spontaneous heat flashes, and an overwhelming feeling of nausea. You propped your back against the ship’s mast, focusing on keeping your most recent meal down. In reality, the waters were fair, and any experienced sailor wo