New story! It's been a while o; I've just deleted "A surprising fate". Didn't feel like writing further on that story, and I hate uncompleted stories.

Now enjoy this piece of (art, I would like to say) amazing crazy idea I got.

Enjoyyyy ;D

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Prologue

"And then I just said, like, did you seriously think you had a chance? And then she just had a flip. I mean, OMG take it easy! And then she said, who do you think I am? And then I was like, okay you shouldn't just had said that. Then…"

Clara was that kind of person. She could talk for hours about nothing. Nothing at all. Maybe that was why Erza had chosen Clara and Sara as her so called friends. Sara was almost like Clara. They both did have the same long blonde hair, which they (naturally) had dyed. They both talked about nothing, they both wore the most expensive cloths in living world, they both loved pink as their favourite colour, and Erza could go on with the list…

Sometimes the thought had hit her, were they secretly twins? If they had told her, she probably didn't hear. Mostly she walked in her own thoughts, the twins walking beside her, plapping as usually. When they couldn't agree, they would ask Erza, and she would answer she liked either dresses, or whatever.

Her phone vibrated in her Mulberry purse, and she quickly checked it. If it was something important, it was the perfect excuse for dropping home.

Hi darling. Cousin Wendy is coming today. Pick her up at the train station at 4:11 am. Thanks.

Erza cheered up swiftly. She liked her little cousin, she was really sweet and she treated her like the sister she never had.

"I'm sorry girls. It was fun hanging out, but I have to pick up my cousin."

Yeah right.

"Oh… Alrighty then. Have fun. We'll text you if anything exciting happens!"

"Thanks, bye!"

The twins waved synchronic, big smiles on their flawless faces.

Erza walked to the train station, the town was small so everything were close. It only took her five minutes, and she had plenty of time. But rather wait, than spend the time with Clara and Sara. Erza sighed, and sat down on one of the benches.

There was only one track, and it was barely used. It bend in an angle impossible to look from the start of the platform to the end.

Erza let her eyes search through the boring grey environment. An average man checked his watch, a woman talked in her phone, and two kids played around in front of her. A blonde girl stood freezing cold, 5 metres from Erza. She didn't recognize her, so she must not be from the area.

She wore a long pink coat, a matching fur cap and casual brown boots. At first look she looked like a true copy of Clara and Sara, but it was her expression that kept Erzas attention. She looked rather sad, as if she was about to break out crying every second, but tried to keep her brave face on.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a train rolling fast down the track. Soon she could dimly see the train forming beside a small farm, fields of soil surrounding it.

She stood up, walking closer to the track, already smiling by the thought of seeing Wendy's childish face again. The train came closer, blowing once or twice in the motion.

Another blow were heard farther away, but it faded out in the wind. No one on the little station paid attention to any other thing than the incoming train.

It slowed down the pace, and in a moment, everything went in slow.

The train drove only a few metres per second now, but strangely, the sound of metal running down the track, didn't stop.

Erza turned her head. Her eyes grew, and it took her several seconds to realize what was going on. She opened her mouth, calling out for the people around her.

But it was too late. In a flash she saw how the blonde girl finally gave after for her tears, but instead of running away she just sat down.

Both trains nearing the station, one of them driving with at least 180 kilometres per hour.

The redhead made a fast decision, and ran to the crying blonde, grapping her hand and pulling her out of danger. But the blonde just sat there, looking up at her.

Her warm brown eyes had given up, the mouth was trembling, but somehow she managed to pull out two words.

"Save yourself."

Erza were about to answer, but the trains were coming.

Everything went black.

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A melodic sound surrounded the airport of Magnolia, an old man stood beside a young girl, sorry woman, with long flowing blonde hair. She were barefooted but did not seem to care. The old man were small, almost like a dwarf, and barely had hair enough to cover his bald head.

"They are late."

"I know. These kind of 'accidents' always takes some extra time."

They stood still for a moment, listening to the calming symphony playing as a never ending lullaby. The sun, always shining, made the gate light up, as if a hundred stars were placed in the same room.

The old man closed his eyes for a moment, just as the woman beside him said:

"They are her."

"Are you sure 1. master? It could just be.."

"No Makorov, I am sure. I can feel it."

Makorov nodded slightly, and turned the gaze out the window. First there was nothing but blue sky, as suddenly a beam of light exploded in the horizon. Indeed they were here. The old man smiled, he never got tired of this, even if it was his millionth time standing here, waiting for them.

2 minutes later 3 plank beds entered the gate hall.

An assistant walked over to the 1. master with a little bell on a silver plate. He bowed as she took the bell, and soon went out of the hall.

1. master ringed the bell lightly, and as soon the jingle hit the ears of her sleeping children, their eyes cracked open.

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Erza had a wonderful dream. She was flying through the thin air, as if she was a bird spreading her wings for the first time, tasting the endless sunshine and flying with a heart pure of freedom. Yes, she felt free for the first time in her petty life. She just wanted the dream to never stop, greedy of the new feeling building up inside her.

She felt something wet rolling down her cheek, and she, per reflex, put her hand up to dry the liquid away. As she looked back on her hand, she saw it coloured red.

No, scarlet.

She realized in a few seconds it must have been blood, and she quickly checked herself for any injuries. Her eyes almost popped out of the sight. Her body was covered with bruises, scratches and unbelievable oceans of thick scarlet liquid.

The feeling of freedom quickly turned over to fear, and she felt how the wings failed on her.

She was falling.

Just like Alice in wonderland, falling with no end or idea of what she was falling through. The temperature dropped drastically. She remembered her housekeeper telling her about these kinds of dreams. They were dreams of the future. You would fly high, and the next moment drop low. If you ever hit the ground, you were dead.

And not just in the dream.

Goosebumps raised on Erzas arms when she thought of the memory. Just now another thought hit her, where in world was she?

She didn't finish the stream of thoughts and memories. A flash of blue, and her limb body connected with the icy ground.

She knew. She was dead.

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Almost like a command Erzas sweaty body opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was light. The brightest light she had ever laid her eyes on. She wondered if you could even call it light, or if it was just a misjudgement of this sunny stream of life.

Next she tried to get her body react. Was she really alive? Did fate give her a second chance?

She sat up, concluded she indeed felt alive, but she did not have the slightest scar or sign of the accident she just witnessed. Well, that was weird.

She focused her gaze on her nearby surroundings. An old man with a weird smile on his face (probably some old pervert) and a beautiful almost goddess like girl stood a few metres from her, greeting her, in the very empty, very unfamiliar hall(?).

"G'day ladies."

Yeah, he's 100% pervert.

"My name is Makarov, Makarov Dreyar. And this;"

The old pervert, whom apparently called himself Makarov, gesticulated to the pretty girl.

"Is the 1. master, or Mavis if you please."

"Thank you for the introducing Makarov. Yes, I am 1. master Mavis. This is not a hospital. You have now entered your afterlife, and you should be grateful! Not everyone is as blessed as you. Welcome to Fiore, or the land of angels."

Okay, Makarov, Mavis, afterlife, Fiore and land of angels. Got it. Wait. Afterlife? Land of angels!?

"Wh-what do you mean by afterlife? And I have absolutely no idea what 'the land of angels' means. Is this some kind of prank? Oh! I know! It's a dream! How stupid of me…"

A voice spoke up beside her. Erza looked to the side and flinched as she saw the blonde girl from the station. Why was she here? And more important, what was Erza doing there?

"As expected. First of all, this is not a dream. Second, afterlife is simply the life after death. Not all people has such, but some people do. You can say they are chosen. Third, by 'the land of angels' I mean 'the land of angels'. You are dead my dear children, and now you are in 'Heaven' as you humans call it. I am… The queen, yes that is the best fitting title. You are now aspirants, the beginning of a true angel. Your hearts contains the possibilities of being a great child of the angel race. For the next year, a training program has been prepared for you, if you choose to follow the fate of your life, of course."

Erza sat up staring out in the thin lit-up air. She had absolutely no idea what to say, do or even think. But what else of an explanation were there to her sudden situation. Maybe it was fate? Wait… Did I just accept the fact that I'm dead, yet still alive in this 'land of angels'?

While Erza discussed with her inner self and her logic, a smaller blue-haired girl stirred at the plank bed beside the blondes.

A small sniffle led Erza out of her heating thought discussion. She looked carefully at the blonde beside her, but she seemed to be in her own world. I was almost sure I heard a sniffle? Oh well. I was too almost sure that I was alive.

Then the sniffle repeated. A little louder this time. Erza bowed a little more forward in her sitting position, and what she saw shocked her.

There was a third bed.

Sitting on the bed silently sniffling was a little girl with long hair coloured like the night sky, just before the sun is completely gone and only the moon stuck to fairly light up the way. Erza knew that girl.

"Wendy!"

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The little girl glanced up in confusion. Her gaze met Erzas, and two second after a trembling smile ghostly found the way onto her sad face.

"Erza-chan!"

Tears began streaming on her little face as she ran over to Erzas bed.

"I-I thought I was all alone!"

A small cough from the blonde. Erza eyed her, and she met a "What-am-I?-A-potato?" expression on the clearly annoyed face. The laugher were bubbling inside Erza, and quickly spreading around in the hall like gate. Snarly the blonde, redhead and little cute girl were laughing like they never did anything else.

"Th-this is craz-zy!"

"Y-yeah, I know! Hahaha!"

After five minutes of pure laughing, the girls were finally capable of talking normally.

"By the way, my name is Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia."

"Nice to meet you Lucy-san. My name's Wendy Marvell, and I'm Erza-chan's cousin!"

"You are? Well, lucky you."

She lovingly patted Wendy's head. In the meantime Erza carefully observed the blonde, looking for any sign of sadness in her big nut-brown orbs. Is she the same person I saw on the station?

Lucy caught her staring, sending a curious look. Erza just slightly shook her head and gave her an honest smile.

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"Should we say something? Do they even know we're still here?"

"Eehh…"

Both Mavis and Makarov sweatdropped as the girls laughed again, probably of some lame joke.

Mavis took a step forward.

"*Cough* Ladies, *cough* if I may have your attention please?"

The three girls looked up and the laughter died slowly. Wendy hid slightly behind the two older girls, she still felt unsure about the blonde haired queen and the old man, though her gut told her she could safely trust them.

"Great. First, do you accept your fate as an upcoming angel, here in the Land of Angels, heavens country Fiore?"

The girls looked at each other, hesitant of what to say.

"It's okay if you do not want to. We will just send you off to heaven were your soul will rest until there is a need for it. But trust me, if you choose to stay, you will not regret."

After a few seconds, letting Mavis' words sink in, they all nodded.

A bright smile, fading all the shadows away, took place on the innocent face of Mavis.

"Welcome Wendy, Lucy and Erza. Let me present you Fiore; the Land of Angels; the guardians of peace."

Erza felt her heart warm up, as if life was breathed into her again. She felt, for the first time in her life, whole.

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Soooo... This is the prologue, but the chapters are going to equal the length. Review please, then I feel like updating sooner (:

Now you may continue your beautiful day ~

By the way, I write as it go, so there might (might, okay!) be some waiting time. Mainly because of my laziness. Okay, only because of my laziness.

Sorry if the characters are OOC, but this is, afterall, my story. MUHAHAHAHA.

Ok. I'll stop now.

C ya ;-*