No Regrets
After casting a powerful spell as a last ditch effort to defeat the master of a dark guild, Lucy has only one year to live. Eight months later finds Lucy part of Sabertooth, and stronger than ever. As she builds stronger bonds with her new guild and repairs bonds with her old guild, things begin to spin out of control. Love and impending death move to the back of everyone's mind as the guilds team up to defeat a dark guild bent on bringing Zeref back to destroy the world. Loved ones are lost, bonds are tested, and everyone is pushed to their limit, but they all learn something important: When it's for those you care about, there are no regrets...
The Present
"And, finally, Sabertooth!" the announcer cried into the mic, drawing back and clapping his hands over his ears at the roar of the crowd; the noise was second only to the tsunami of screams Fairy Tail had brought out.
"They've really switched around with their Masters this year, haven't they?" Makarov mused softly to his guild members in the member-only area where those not participating in the Games would get to watch.
"Yes," Mira agreed softly. "Sting, then Rogue, then Rufus, and now an outsider, Madame Wing. Of course, I suppose that was so Sting, Rogue, and Rufus would be able to participate this year."
Makarov grunted his agreement as the five mages representing Sabertooth, led by Sting, who had both arms in the air, stepped out onto the field. The elderly man's eyes roved over them; the spiky-blonde White dragon, the dark-haired Shadow dragon, the long blonde locks of the Memory mage, the short white hair of the Celestial mage, and a mysterious figure, covered from head to toe in a white cloak.
For some reason, Makarov felt as if he knew this stranger, who leaned forward to say something softly into Sting's ear, which made the Dragon Slayer give a belly laugh before dropping his arms to his side.
"What's this?" Elfman cried, from the stands, startling all of the Fairy Tail members - indeed, everyone in hearing distance of the large man. "Covering your face is not Manly!" he cried. "Wendy!"
Wendy, who was standing on the field between Gray and Natsu, Erza and Laxus behind them, shook her head furiously, blushing.
"I got it!" Chelia, again representing Lamia Scale, took a deep breath and blasted a strong wind that ripped across the arena's floor, causing most everyone to stagger in surprise.
Yukino, Makarov observed, seemed to start to reach up to hold down the hood of her comrade, but a hand - definitely feminine - appeared from the cloak, blocking the white-haired girl's attempt.
Unchallenged, the hood fell back, the cloak billowing out from the girl's body like angel's wings.
Cries went up all around as the wind and dust settled, but none were louder or more surprised than those from the Fairy Tail booth and team.
"Lucy!?"
Pairing for this story: Laxus and Lucy (Eventually)