I do not own Fairy Tail. So here's the first chapter of the sequel to Reason for Demise. It's extremely short but it's the starting point. Enjoy!


"Are the preparations ready?"

The Dark Mage cast down a look onto the kneeling figure in front of him. The figure nodded eagerly, a man Zeref believed to be named Eckhart answered. "Just awaiting your orders sire."

Zeref sighed in annoyance. "It's a pity really. If he had survived he would have been an excellent candidate. However," the Dark Mage sent a glance back to the man, "you will have to do."

Death magic swarmed around the dark mage. Without warning he sent it towards the man, ending him a blink of an eye.

Zeref prodded now slumped over corpse of the man. It was really the only thing the man could offer him. All the mages throwing themselves at him were useless. It was their empty, soulless, bodies he need. Sending a wave of his own magic Zeref granted the body part of his own power.

The man's body twitched a few times. Slowly it moved upwards, back into a kneeling position. "On your orders, sire." Zeref nodded and released the man from his presence.

He smiled as the plan was set in motion. True he had lived for hundreds of years. The dark mage was the strongest of the strong. But his body didn't age as well as his mind. If he didn't perform a soul transplant his own body will soon become too weak. His own magic would end up destroying him.

Just think, the dark mage thought smugly, I could have used you after all.


"Would you be quiet!" Lucy snapped.

Natsu froze, midway throughout the punch he was about to send to Elfman. The fire mage heard the other mumble something along the lines, 'it's not man to make a girl frustrated.' The white haired male left, leaving the fire mage alone with the celestial wizard.

Lucy returned back to the book she'd been reading. Natsu muttered something like a 'sorry' and sat down at the bar next to her, boredom written across his face. The blonde couldn't help but feel guilty for making the dragon slayer look gloomy. Course he often looked gloomy for a time now, having lost his rival a few months back.

Erza munched on a piece of strawberry cake as she observed her friends. Perhaps I should challenge Natsu. She began thinking. It would certainly take his mind of things for a while. The overall mood in the guild had almost returned to normal. Or at least as normal as it could be without their beloved ice mage. The ice alchemist's death was still very much a sore topic for the any of the guild members.

Erza was about to say something to the fire dragon slayer when Happy flew to the fire mage.

"Natsuuuuuu," The feline sang. "I found a request." The cat waved a partly crumpled paper before the fire mage.

"Alright! Let's go!" Natsu grabbed the paper from Happy. "Oi, Mira, we'll be going now."

The white haired barmaid gave him a warm smile. "Good luck."

"Did you even bother to read to request?" Lucy sighed.

"Nope." The dragon slayer grabbed Lucy's wrist and dragged the blonde to the guild doors. Erza followed, Happy along beside her.

Makarov watched as his children left the guild, silently wishing them the best and their safe return. The sudden death of the ice mage hadn't left the old man without a scar. He still felt a stab of pain when he thought how young the mage was. It had seemed like just yesterday when a small, raven haired child had walked through the guild doors up to the old man, asking about reversing iced shell.

"What's wrong, Master?" Mirajane spoke from behind the counter, seeing the down look on Makarov's face.

The elder man sighed sorrowfully. "How I wish I knew. Just something in my bones are telling me to hold my breath very soon."

The white haired barmaid looked at the old man in both surprise and concern. It wasn't often the Master was wrong when it came to hunches. A sickening feeling appeared in Mira's stomach. If Master was worried, what should the guild members be?


A lone figure slept peacefully under the shady branch of blooming tree. Groggily, he opened his eyes to a blinding sunlight, the tree's shadow not completely sheltering him from the bright beams. Sluggishly, he moved into a sitting position, glancing around himself in wonderment.

The place was an unfamiliar mystery to him. Searching his memory he came up for the reason why he was there, only to come up empty. Now that he thought about, he couldn't think of a reason on why he couldn't think of reason.

Curiously, the figure searched his memory, looking for any remembrance of anything.

Minutes later the figure gave up and once looked around, this time at himself, seeing if it would jog his memory to his identity. He found his body was completely barren of clothing. The only thing that was currently visible for him to see was an x shaped scar on his lower abdomen.

Sighing, he pushed himself up from the grassy ground. Maybe someone near here could tell him who he was.