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Dedication: To Pen Sil! On YouTube(as FairyLouie) she posted a wishlist, and one of her wishes was a Mystogan x Wendy story. Well here you go, darlin' XD Hope you like it.

Note: Beware. Characters may be OC.

Alight

Chapter 1

Wendy POV

"Wendy, are you listening?" my tutor, Carla, demanded. Her dark brown eyes leered at me over a pair of silver spectacles. Guiltily I thought about the images that had taken over my imagination during the history lesson: flying over mountains, and river, and forests without a care in the world. How I wished my life could truly be like that. "You weren't day-dreaming, were you?" the old lady continued.

"No ma'am," I replied hurriedly, fearing the wraith of her whip. Never once had she threatened to use the sharp stick, but that didn't mean she wouldn't if she was given enough incentive. Still, I had never been scratched before and the thought of the whip frightened me.

"Good, now can you tell me the name of the first king of Magnolia?" I replied automatically, all ready having memorized my entire family tree with my last tutor. As Carla continued to talk nonsense I began to slip back into the carefree world that I had created only minutes before.

Clouds cushioned me and the sun warmed my back when a long white stick smacked the surface of the library table. "Wendy," Carla scolded, then she sighed. "You're no hope today. Go outside and get some fresh air. But when I come back tomorrow be right here bright eyed, bushy tailed, and ready to learn, got it?"

I nodded, standing up slowly, so as not to look to eager, bowed to the elder respectfully, and walked to the large oak door that separated the library from the rest of the palace. Once on the other side and out of Carla's eyesight I ran. I dashed down the South Hall and through the kitchen door. In no time at all I was is the courtyard and under the open sky.

The wind rustled my ocean blue hair, convincing me that today was a good day to fly, so I gathered up the minimal magic that I had at my disposal and grew wings. The only spell that I had been able to perfect in all my thirteen years.

I took off. Clouds flashed past and soon I was hundreds of thousands of feet in the air. Papa would kill me if he knew I ever went this high. From the ground I probably looked like a speck. I stopped thinking and focused on the wind and how it supported my wings, thus supporting my whole body. I flew on, carefree.

A roar resounded in my head as a shadow passed overhead. I looked up to see a great, metallic silver dragon. He opened his maw and shards of sharp steel rained down in the space ahead of me; a warning shot. I angled down, toward the trees. The dragon was hot on my heels. What is wrong with him? I thought frantically.

My eyes scanned the terrain, looking for a suitable place to land. There wasn't one. To make the situation even worse my magic decided that it would be a good idea to shut down and my wings disappeared. I crashed into the canopy and grabbed hold of a branch in a sad attempt to slow my fall. It snapped and I continued to descend. I grappled for a way to stop.

I saw a figure from the corner of my eye. He burst from the trees in a blur and caught me around my middle. The person paused on a branch for a few seconds, then he lept again and again until we landed on the decaying leaves of the forest floor.

The boy put me down and his forest green eyes scanned me over, probably looking for injuries. While he was standing there I took in his appearance. He had sky blue hair, much brighter than mine, and a red, spear-shaped tattoo marring the right side of his face. He scowled at me, his lips a tight, thin line. He was wearing a ragged black cloak and trousers; his shirt was a murky green. All in all he looked like a hermit.

Once he was done assessing me he walked over to a large maple tree and pulled out a long stick with a hooked end. From the hook a navy blue bag hung. "Mind telling me how you got up there," he said gruffly.

"A dragon was chasing me," I replied.

"That doesn't explain how you got in the air in the first place."

I fidgeted under his glare. "W-well you see. I can fly," I mumbled.

"Looked more like falling back there," he commented.

I straightened my spine and looked the judgemental person in the eye, or as close to the eye as I could get, seeing as he was a good two feet or so taller. "My magic ran out. There's nothing I could do about it," I challenged.

The boy looked down at me, clearly unimpressed. If anything he was amused. "What's your name anyway?"

"Wendy," I replied, flabbergasted.

"Jellal. How about we get you back to your castle, Princess, before you become a beast's long awaited dinner." He turned around and started walking.

"Jellal," I mused, then I ran to catch up.

Seems fair, right? Also, segments will come to you in three chapter intervals and this gift will be able to last far beyond Christmas. Whoot.

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-LeAcH