So... I think it's about time I explained my disappearance for the last few months.

First of all, I got a Christmas temporary job at a card shop in town, and it's been absolute chaos every shift, with everyone getting ready for the big 25th day.

Second of all, Pokémon Ultra Sun. As a mega pokemon nerd, I had to get the game, and boy was it worth it! The game is great, with plot twists and unexpected moments from halfway in to the game to the end, and the big mascot legendary this time was disgusting! Anyone who's battled Ultra Necrozma will know my pain, unless you have a Zoroark.

Thirdly, Star Wars Battlefront 2. I love this game too much to stop, the lag can be unbearable at some points, but the game is otherwise great, my favourite game mode being Heroes vs Villains, playing as either Chewbacca, Han Solo or Iden Versio.

But. HERE I AM! With a completely new story! And before ANYONE ASKS about YGO Battle Force, my answer will be, I'M WORKING ON IT! Despite the fact I use a dragon deck, I hate the Blue-Eyes archtype, I only run 1 blue-eyes for the fact it's a 3K beatstick.

Ahem... Fairy Tail, probably my second favourite anime after Sword Art Online, third being Digimon. Regardless, the start of this story might seem a little similar to Celestial Sky Dragon's Hellfire Dragon Slayer story, but no. I am not copying his legendary work, (Which, btw, I highly recommend a read!)

ANYWAY! Enough rambling me, it's time for the Disclaimers!

I do not own Fairy Tail, which is owned by Hiro Mashima. I do own my two OCs though.

Kaiser of the Cold

Chapter 1: Ice Dragon Marcus

Title Song: Butter-Fly by Amanda Lee

In a land far, far away, lies the kingdom of Fiore. A small, peaceful nation of seventeen million and a place filled with magic.

Found in homes, bought and sold in every marketplace, for most, magic is merely a tool, a mundane part of everyday life.

For some, however, magic is an art, and they have dedicated their lives to its practice. These are the wizards.

Banded together into magical guilds, they plant their skills in search of fame and fortune, and many of these guilds dot the landscape of Fiore.

But in a small village in a massive forest, a small guild is about to be brought to life.

It's name is Cait Shelter

"Man, how hot is it today…?" A young, raven-haired man asked, looking up at the sky, shielding his ice blue eyes from the sun. "I feel as if I'm about to melt…" He was wearing a white shirt which he had unbuttoned, showing a developing muscle pack, black pants and boots.

"Well, come on Marcus… we've travelled almost a quarter of the country to follow this lead, if you melt before we get there, imagine what might happen if there's a fight, or a bad lead?" A slightly younger girl asked, wiping some sweat from her brow. She also had black hair, but it was more-silky and fell to her shoulders in a single ponytail. She was wearing an orange sleeveless top with black outlines, a black pleated skirt, held up by a brown belt with a small pouch on her right hip. She also wore brown boots.

"Hey… Emma, what if it really is her though?" Marcus asked. "Why would she be here? Why did she leave us three years ago, eh?"

"I don't know, but I miss her brother…" Emma sighed.

"I do as well," Marcus nodded. He then glanced around, "On another note, where do you think we are anyway?" He asked.

"Not sure, but look, I see smoke in that direction, and smoke usually means people," Emma pointed. Sure enough, where her finger was pointing towards, a few columns of smoke were puffing up out of the trees.

"Maybe they might have a map of the area," Marcus shrugged. "I think we should head that way."

But before either could take a step, trees in front of them were smashed apart by a large green ape with purple skin under its fur. It stopped and eyed the two siblings, before giving a grin.

"Human, give me girl," it demanded.

"A Forest Vulcan… perverted monkeys with phenomenal strength, they also have a limited ability in Take-over magic," Emma reminded Marcus.

"I know, get ready, this might end with a brawl," Marcus said, cracking his knuckles. "And what if I don't?" He asked the monkey.

"You die," The Vulcan grunted, before springing forward with a fist. Both siblings leapt aside, before Marcus landed a kick against the back of his head, and Emma kicked the small of his back.

The Vulcan was quickly on his feet again, swatting Emma aside with an arm the size of a tree trunk. The young teen was unable to react in time, and went tumbling into a rock, and fell unconscious from the impact.

"Emma!" Marcus called, concern filling his face, before it turned into primal rage. He turned to the monkey. "That was a mistake." He said, the temperature dropping.

"Why it cold?" The Vulcan asked, shivering.

"Because you just picked a fight with the son of an Ice Dragon," The raven-haired teen answered, before he leapt forwards, cold mists appearing on his hands.

"Ice Dragon Claw!" He yelled, four razor sharp claws appearing on his hands, made of solid ice. The Vulcan roared with pain as the attack connected, shearing away lines of his green fur and causing large cuts to appear.

"Ice Dragon Icicle!" He then leapt off the Vulcan's head, forming a javelin of ice in his hand which he tossed down to the monkey, stabbing it through the shoulder.

He landed a few feet away, and took in a deep breath. "Ice Dragon… ROAR!" A stream of cold air and snow shot from his mouth, slamming into the Vulcan with the strength of a steam locomotive. The Vulcan wobbled for a bit, before keeling over, patches of ice covering his body.

"And don't get back up," Marcus scowled, before he rushed towards his sister. Her head had a nasty cut, from when she had impacted, and her nose looked broken from the collision as well.

He lifted his sister into his arms, and his eyes narrowed, setting sight on the smoke in the distance. "Hang on kiddo… I'll get you some help," and he took off into the forest, looking for any sign of people.

"Wendy! I need another basket here!" A woman's voice called out.

A small girl with blue hair and brown eyes stood up from her drawings and rushed out, carrying a straw basket. "Here you are Mona," She said.

"Thanks, can you handle the Pecha berries from these vines? I'll handle the strawberries," the woman, a brown-haired, green-eyed young lady, asked her.

Wendy nodded, setting to work, plucking the pink berries from the lower plants. The girl had been at it for ten minutes when she heard rapidly approaching footsteps. "Can I get some help?! I have wounded here!"

Her training and caring attitude instantly kicked in, and she rushed over to join a muscular young man who was talking to a black-haired young man holding a girl. "… so can I count on some aid for my sister?" the stranger asked.

"Sure thing, I'll fetch our best healer… oh, there you are Wendy. Can we count on you to help today?" the other man asked.

"Sure thing Nobal, right this way please mister," Wendy gestured to a hut not far from the building in the centre of the village. The teen followed the two locals inside, and laid the girl he was carrying on a bed in the middle of the room.

Wendy instantly examined the nasty wounds on her head. "What caused this?" She asked.

"Vulcan, and it was a complete bother too," the boy said, stood to the side.

"Ok… looks like that gash on her head, a broken nose and probably a concussion…" Wendy said. She rolled up her sleeves and took a deep breath, holding her hands over the girl's head.

The boy watched with amazement and intrigue as a soft, blue glow shone from her hands, and the large cut on his sister's head close as if by magic. Which it was.

"I fixed her wounds, all she'll have when she wakes up with be a slight headache, which I'd let run it's course," Wendy said, wiping sweat from her brow upon finishing her work.

The boy examined the spot where the wound had been, "Amazing… it's like it was never there…" He observed. He turned to Wendy and bowed, "Thanks for your help, Miss…?"

"I'm Wendy. Wendy Marvell. What's your name?" Wendy asked.

"Marcus Cersy. This is my sister, Emma."

"What are you doing around here Marcus? The Worth Woodsea is very large you know, easy to get lost here," Wendy asked.

"We… we were following up on a lead… on a dragon sighting," Marcus said, causing Wendy's eyes to widen.

"A… dragon?" She asked. Could it be her? She thought.

"Yup, we were hoping it would be our foster mother, the Ice Dragon Frostfall," He sighed. "It was probably just a wyvern…"

"Frostfall?" Wendy muttered. "An Ice Dragon…" Her mind then realised something. "Wait a minute… are you… a Dragon Slayer?!"

"How'd you guess so fast?" Marcus asked. As he looked at her, his nose was noticing a familiar scent on her… dragon… "Hold up… you're one as well… aren't you?"

"My own foster mother. The Sky Dragon, Grandeeney taught me as much as she could, before July 7th, in the year X777, when she disappeared without a trace," Wendy nodded.

"What a bizarre coincidence, Frostfall vanished on the same day, same month, same year," Marcus muttered.

Wendy glanced down at Emma, "Is she an Ice Dragon Slayer too?" she asked.

"Nah, Emma never found it to be worth the pain, but she did train in another type of magic," Marcus said. "She trained in-"

"Wendy, are you in here child?" An elderly man entered the hut, interupting the boy, he was just taller than Wendy, with a long white beard, complete with a mustache, which extended up on his face's sides, making for a large pair of sideburns and his two bushy eyebrows as well. On his forehead was a tattoo, composed of a dot surrounded by two arched stripes.

He donned an attire somehow reminiscent of that of an old chieftain of sorts, with a large headgear composed of feathers, with more, lighter-coloured feathers adorning the back of his waist. He had a light cloth tied circling his waist, paired with loose dark pants reaching below his knees and simple shoes, and his chest was bare, with a necklace seemingly made of massive teeth around his neck, hanging over it. He also sported a large bracelet on each arm's bicep, and some bandages wrapped around the forearms. "I see we have guests," He said, glancing at Marcus and his sister.

"Oh, hello Master," Wendy smiled.

"Master?" Marcus questioned.

"Young man, I hope you are well yourself?" The elder asked.

"I am fine sir, just a little tired, I've been travelling for a few days with little rest now," Marcus said.

"Then stay as long as you find necessary, we have plenty of space here at Cait Shelter," The old man smiled.

"Master Roubaul is right, stay as long as you like," Wendy nodded.

"Cait Shelter?" Marcus picked up on two words.

"Wizard Guild Cait Shelter, we're a small bunch, but we get work done now and then," Roubaul chuckled. "In fact, if you ever find that you're looking for a guild, then our door is always open."

"Well, I really appreciate that, thank you," Marcus said. "When my sister wakes up, I'll talk to her about it."

"Talk to me about what…?" the girl on the bed asked, stirring.

"Hey, you ok sis?" Marcus asked.

"Just a throb in the head is all," Emma replied. She took notice of the locals.

"Relax, I brought you here to get your head patched up after you hit a rock hard. These two here are Wendy," He lifted a hand to point at the blue-haired child, "And Master Roubaul of Cait Shelter. It's a wizard guild."

"What about that lead?" Emma asked.

"I realise now that it was probably just a wyvern. The possibility that Frostfall, or Wendy's own dragon, Grandeeney for that matter, would just reappear and carelessly allow people to see them… it just wouldn't happen," Marcus sighed. "Master Roubaul here is offering an open door for us to join his guild, what do you think?" He asked.

"I think that's a great idea, we had been planning on joining one at some point anyway," Emma shrugged. She turned to the Cait Shelter members. "We'd be honoured if we could join your guild."

Roubaul chuckled, "Then follow me and we'll get you signed up," He said, before leaving the hut, the two siblings and Wendy following him.

Marcus: And so it begins! I'm looking forward to this one!

Emma: Just like with Yu-Gi-Oh, this has been a story he wanted to try for a long time.

Wendy: Really? What stopped you?

Marcus: Finding the right plot bunny to set me on my track, that's why I took some inspiration from Celestial Sky Dragon's work, as it's just brilliant.

All: Next time: Welcome to Cait Shelter!