I do not own Fairy Tail
The story starts up at the end of the Grand Magic Games for day four. What leads on afterwards does not follow the story line.
A dark aura filled the stadium as dusk drew near. The blue hue followed by layers and shades of orange. Clouds faded to the salmon color and violet shadows that thickly outlined the fluffy fog, but the dark aura he saw could easily obscure that beautifully serene view. No one else seemed to notice the thick presence around them and yet he could notice it so clearly. One thing though, it seemed to have movement. He definitely knew it had trajectory and traveled away from the stadium, almost as if following a person. He knew he had to act fast for this could be a clue closer to his objective. Since he was away from all the crowds he had a better chance of not being stopped by anyone, including the magic council's custody force. His movement was swift , each step in rhythm with the last, almost as if he were gliding on thin air.
He could see it, the figure grew as he neared the closer to the powerful magic being emitted. It never fled nor approached. Within a few mere seconds he stood inches away from the hidden figure.
"Reveal yourself", he spoke sternly.
The figure slowly, as if in a slow motion movie before a climax scene, turned. Covered from head to toe in a dark violet, velvet cloak and face shadowed by a hood. there stood the figure, facing him.
"Reveal yourself", he repeated calmer than before yet with a tint more anxiety behind his words.
Slowly, nimble fingers grabbed a hold of each side of the cloak's hood. As each second passed the figure drew the hood down an inch more.
Seconds passed...
Eyes staring widely back and forth, they stood silently. Everything seemed to be standing still in time, the wind, all sound, and especially their movements seemed motionless through time.
Earlier in the day
The battles have just concluded as Sting and Rogue lie, faces planted into the ground as the crowd riled up to Fairy Tail's victory and now first place in the games. Natsu sent an adieu to the crew and left to to retrieve Gajeel. He planned to call it a night afterwards. Erza, Laxus, and Gray headed onward to meet up with the rest of the guild at their hotel's bar.
Erza
Followed by Gray and behind Laxus she entered the cavern. Ecstatic faces and cheers greeted her at every angle. Everyone was cheering and laughing, all her gutsy guild mates challenged Cana to a drinking contest. Others whose tolerance level was surpassed found new, creative ways to reek havoc. Should she partake?
"Erza you lean mean devil machine ", slurred Bickslow in a drunken stoop. "Join the party you stiff", he yelled across the room as he lifted his jug of booze, most likely pure rum knowing his daredevil antics.
That answered her question. She grabbed a shot of tequila and poured it down her throat. She wouldn't take it to far, she she still had to show integrity even if she was given a day to allow herself 24 hours of a somewhat quiet room, still considering Natsu, Lucy, and Happy would be in and out, to calm her hangover. She took on jello shot challenges by a few mates, not including Cana, and managed to hang on to her conscience side. She even allowed herself to obtain a few bruises in reckless games. She emerged from the bar calling back to her friends.
"Don't party to much longer, I'll return shortly", hiccuping only a few times between words.
"I'll beat some sense into people in your place", Cana giggled back waving her arms freely in the air like a maniac with a grin spread across her face from one ear to the other.
Erza went for a stroll along the side of the canal as she wandered deep into her thoughts until she stumbled over a pebble and her face kissed the ground.
"I'm starting to take after Wendy now", she mumbled to herself.
She quickly lifted her head, scanning her surroundings to make sure nobody heard her. She placed her palms parallel to the surface and pushed herself up. She sighed in relief and scoffed at herself with her eyes closed in embarrassment from her actions a few seconds ago. She opened her eyes and spotted a person atop the stairs in front of her; yet, the person seemed frozen, scared to move. Erza darted up the stairs to help the stranger but was taken back herself when she reached the top.
In front of her Jellal began to turn towards her with such a torn expression. As she began to open her mouth she froze. During the moments before she tried to speak Jellal moved to the side to expose another person with them. There she stood, no emotions, no words. In front of Erza and Jellal stood Erza Nightwalker from Edolas, as clear as day.