Fairy Tail's Next Generation: Thrown Back Part 2

Chapter 8 - Flashback

Several weeks ago
Matza Valley
Nashi:

I felt something cool fall onto my cheek, not wanting to wake up I wiped it away, which is what I would have done if my arm wasn't throbbing with pain. My eyes shot open, when my vision adjusted I saw that I was lying on the grass in a forest. There was something warm and sticky underneath me.

When I managed to sit up, there was blood on the ground... my blood. My eyes went wide with fear.

Where am I? What happened? How did I get here? These questions and many others swarmed my mind as panic settled in. My arm... Looking over, it was obvious that my right arm was out of socket. Using my left arm, I quickly surveyed the rest of my body. I found a deep knife wound in the left side of my abdomen. The knife had been removed. Whoever had done it had taken the weapon and left me to bleed out.

Wait a minute. Now that I thought about it, I couldn't remember a single thing. Come on, what was the last thing I remember. The eclipse gate, my death, my resurrection, my team, and that woman. Was this her doing?

Calm down. I took several deep breaths to steady my speeding heartbeat. Take these things one at a time.

First, fix my arm. If whoever did this comes back, I'll need both of my arms to fight them off.

Second, patch the knife wound. I won't get far away if I bleed out.

Third, figure out where I am.

Fourth, get back to Fairy Tail. As long as I can make it back to Fairy Tail, I can get back up and I'll be safe.

Alright, I've got a plan, time to put it in practice. Hobbling over to a nearby tree I lined it up with my bad shoulder. "One... Two... Three..." I slammed my dislocated shoulder into the tree trunk. There was a loud popping sound as my shoulder fell back into socket. I let out a shriek at the pain. It then subsided and my arm was feeling much better now that it was back in it's place.

"Number two, patch the knife wound," I muttered. I looked around for something to patch the wound and noticed a backpack I hadn't noticed before. I rushed over to it, dumping its contents onto the dew-covered grass. There were supplies for camping, a few jewel, and papers I didn't bother reading.

Letting out a sigh, I looked down at what I was wearing. It was my orange tank top, shorts, and denim jacket. They were dirty and tattered beyond repair. "Sorry Gale," I said pulling off the denim jacket she had made for me on my 15th birthday. The material was worn out and thin, I rubbed my thumb over the Fairy Tail guild patch sewn onto the shoulder. "I'll be home soon," With that, I ripped the jacket and tied it around my waist to hold pressure on the wound.

Carefully sliding the backpack onto my shoulders I came to a stand. I managed to find a nearby stick that was big enough to be a walking staff. Using the staff, I made my way out of the woods and eventually caught sight of a small village in the center of a valley.

An older woman and her husband nearby were herding sheep back into the valley. "Are you alright Miss?" The woman called out. She came running up the hill in my direction, her husband telling her to be careful. "Are you alright?" She asked again.

"Uh..."

"Oh my goodness you're bleeding! Was it bandits?"

"Y-yeah. Bandits," I answered, not wanting to delve deeper into the subject.

"Don't worry dear, we'll get you to the doctor in no time," She assured.

A few hours later, the nice woman and her husband had gotten me to the doctor. He gave me eight stitches for the knife wound and told me not to do any heavy lifting or exercise for the next two weeks. He also went on and on about how I was lucky the knife didn't hit any major organs.