Sting walked alone, passing through the silent streets of Crocus. It was the last night before the end of the grand magic games, and Sting was admiring the tranquility of the night when he saw the silhouette of a girl standing on the rooftop, hair flowing softly in the breeze. Mystified, he walked forward and silently jumped onto the roof.

Looking closer, he recognized her as the blond mage from his rival guild, Fairy Tail. She was standing straight with her head held high, a troubled look on her face and hands clenched at her sides. She started shaking and tears started making their way down her face as she collapsed and fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands and screaming silently.

Sting didn't know what came over him as he walked toward the girl, kneeling down and embracing her. She didn't pull away like he thought, but instead sought comfort in his arms. Turning to him and wrapping her small arms around his waist while crying into his chest, she asked to no one in particular why she was so weak. The two just sat there, their existence only known only to the moon and stars.

Sting gently rubbed her back and laid his head against hers, not knowing why he felt so close to this girl who was supposed to be his enemy. Sooner than he would have liked, her shaking stopped and she brought her face up to meet his, eager to see who her silent protector was. Coming eye to eye with Sting Eucliffe was not what she expected.

Her eyes widened and face went red as she felt his breath on her cheek. His eyes softened and he tried to reason with his heart that he wasn't supposed to feel like this. Still, the two teenagers did not pull away from each other. They sat bathed in moonlight as they stared into each others eyes and tried to deny the attraction they felt to each other.

Sting finally decided to stop trying to reason with himself as a single tear made its way down her flushed cheek. He moved his hand softly and wiped the tear away, caressing her cheek. "You know," he spoke gently, "there is a legend about a man called Valentine." He gave a small smile that she returned before continuing.

Lucy spoke softly, not straying from her supposed rival's eyes. "He was a kind man and powerful mage who was killed for believing in love." He caressed her cheek and picked up where she left off.

"The legend started with a man from a powerful guild that denied anybody anything but power."

"And a woman from the rival guild who gained power from love and family."

"They met after a series of events set up by destiny." They two moved closer and Sting took Lucy's hand as she began to speak.

"And soon after meeting fell in love. They then met a great mage by the name of Valentine."

"Valentine realized that they were in love and agreed to secretly marry them."

Lucy tightened her grip on Sting's hand. "But the mage of the man's guild found out, and ordered him to be killed."

Sting rested his forehead on Lucy's and spoke. "The man fought hard but was killed the day of the wedding."

"The woman was struck by sorrow and killed herself by the body of her dead love."

"Valentine was furious, and cursed both guilds."

"He told them that it was their punishment for the deaths of two innocent, star-crossed lovers."

The bells struck midnight and Sting moved closer to Lucy, pressing his lips against hers as the two mages in the legend wish to do. As they pulled away for air, Sting whispered into her ear. "Happy Valentines day Lucy, I love you."