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So I had another idea, and here is the beginning. Hopefully you guys like it :P

It was dark. And surprisingly cold. My body was unbearably heavy. I'd never felt so cold before. Such a strange sensation. But I had to get up. I needed to move. I needed to live. For them. For her.

My eyes flitted open to a dark purple sky, barren and starless. My fingers twitched as I willed movement throughout my body, forcing my arms to lift myself up into a sitting position. My eyes widened as I took in my surroundings. Towering spikes of ice surrounded me for miles in every direction. The ground was covered in a thin layer of icy dust, and there was no sign that any living thing had ever been here. So much ice. Was this my doing…?

Abruptly, my thoughts flickered back to my teammates. To her. Were they wandering somewhere in this chaotic world? If so, I had to find them. I forced my weakened body to move again, a short cry of pain escaping my lips as my left hand flew to my right side. A warm wetness oozed over my fingers, and realization set in. I examined my fingers, now coated in dark red blood, then my eyes dropped down to the large gash in my side. I didn't have much time. I had to find them quickly.

I fought against the pain and forced myself to stand up, my feet staggering slightly as I tried to regain my balance. My vision blurred for a moment, and I placed my hand firmly against my wound. Once I had steadied myself, I wandered aimlessly into the icy wasteland. After a few minutes of walking, I found one of my teammates, but not in the condition I had hoped for.

I stumbled forward the last few feet, and placed my free hand against the ice. Erza's face stared back at me with wide eyes, her mouth frozen as if she was shouting out. Maybe shouting someone's name. My name. My eyes dropped to the ground as I grimaced in pain. I wanted to help her, to save her. But I couldn't. My magic power was gone, replaced only with an intense feeling of guilt for a crime I wasn't even sure I had committed. But everything seemed to point in that direction.

I continued to push myself forward, until I came across Natsu, another frozen statue added to this sickening collection. He stood poised, ready to fight, his eyes wide with rage, and his mouth forming the same word that Erza's had. The ice curved and coiled around his body. Frozen flames. I tore my eyes away, still helpless in this situation. I couldn't even find it in myself to apologize. What had I done?

My head perked up at the sound of raspy breathing just a few feet away. I turned around to find the blonde stellar spirit mage sprawled on the ground, her breathing unsteady, her skin ghostly white. I forced my body towards her and dropped to the ground beside her, picking her up slightly so that I was holding her in my arms.

Her eyes were glassy, staring up at me. "Gray…" she managed, her lips an icy blue. "I'm so cold."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't say anything. My voice was lost somewhere inside my cold shell, unable to find the words I had wanted to tell her for so long. I placed my hand against her cheek, her skin surprising cold against mine. "No…" was all that I could say as I found tears forming in my eyes.

A voice screamed inside my head, "This is all your fault!" It echoed and screeched, my mind spinning.

As I ran a finger along her cheekbone, her skin suddenly cracked, the sound loud and harsh like ice. My eyes widened as the rest of her body began to crack. Her eyes closed slowly as she began to fall to pieces. A frozen statue I was unable to save.

…

Gray shot up in his bed, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his face and bare chest. His left hand drifted up to his right pectoral, where he used to proudly display the Fairy Tail emblem. In its place now were scars from an assignment that had gone wrong. He stared at the wall before him, his eyes wide with fear, remorse, his mouth pulled into a painful grimace. He pulled his knees up to his chest, the bed sheets falling from his body, and placed his head in his hands. "This dream again," he whispered sadly. A single tear sluiced down his cheek. "Lucy…"

He couldn't remember her voice anymore, and he hated himself for that relentlessly. Not even in his dreams could he remember her as perfect as she was. After five years now, she was a memory, slowly fading away, yet haunting him all the same. An intense yearning that he would never be able to satisfy. Because that was it. She was dead. He'd never have another chance and he blamed himself for her fate.

And although he was still sitting there, his chest rising with each breath, he didn't feel like he was alive either.

There was no way he could call this reality a life.

Just a little taste of what's to come. Hope you like it! Please review! The story should get more interesting :P