Fenton woke up to an extremely worried Mirajane looking down on him. They were still in the guild hall surprisingly enough. "Fenton, what were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt!" Mirajane asked with worry clouding her voice. She had been looking over Fenton since he knocked over Makarov, and she felt like she gained another little brother. She's sure Elfman felt the same way, as after he made sure that both of them were okay he raced out of the guild with the rest of the guild.
Fenton looked around with wide eyes. The Guildhall was empty, and Fenton had never seen it this empty before. There were four others in the guild hall aside from him. Fenton sat up. His eyes landed on the stone statues. Fenton tilted his head. Why were they all still statues? Why hadn't the others turned them back yet? Fenton tugged on Mirajane's dress and pointed at the statues. Mirajane sighed. "We need a remedy from Porlyusica to turn them back to normal before the time runs out or they will turn to dust," Mirajane explained.
Natsu crossed his arms from where he stood at Fairy Tail's entrance. "That whole sand thing is obviously just a bluff!" Natsu exclaimed. Fenton squinted his eyes. He didn't understand the situation because Mirajane was no longer a statue. So, why didn't they just try doing what he did to get the others back? Fenton's eyes widened. Maybe they couldn't. Fenton looked back at the statues. He didn't really know any of them. He wouldn't have enough energy, magical or not, to turn all of them back.
Fenton got onto the ground with shaky legs. "Fenton?" Mirajane asked as she tried to steady him. Fenton looked up at her. She was nervous. She didn't like the situation she was in. He could help her! He could! Fenton's eye's narrowed as his will solidified. He walked over to the statues. He looked them over and noticed that scary girl. She would be the most helpful, right? Fenton placed a hand on her leg, and his other hand went to his necklace.
Everyone's eyes were now on the little boy. Before no one knew how the boy had done it and now they could watch. Fenton closed his eyes. He wasn't sure he had enough energy to do this again. Wait… His eyes opened. She wasn't as much of a stone as Mirajane had been. A smile slid onto his face; this should be easier then. Danny's mouth started to move, but no sound came out, and his hand that once pressed against his necklace was now a few inches away from joining his other hand against the scary girl's leg.
An unnatural green started to appear. It transformed into letters that formed a circle. A swirling neon green light formed in the middle of the ring the words made. Then Fenton started to fade. He seemed to disappear before their eyes until a crack made its way across the statue's leg. Fenton stopped disappearing, but the crack appeared to grow as the green began to glow. Fenton's legs began to shake beneath him, and the circle of light began to disappear. The letters moved to surround the statue. Before the letters, πηγαίνει φάντασμα, could finish surrounding her though, the statue broke completely. "Erza!"
The room was dead quiet. Fenton fell to his knees, his breath leaving him in pants and wheezes. "Fenton!" Mirajane cried. A hand slowly rubbed his back, before helping him back up. Fenton looked up into Erza's eyes. A fire was brewing within. Mirajane rushed forwards and captured Fenton in a hug. Fenton realized that he was still shaking in exhaustion.
Laxus growled, the girls were coming back before the time limit. He would need to come up with a back-up plan to push Makarov's hand. Laxus frowned, as he remembered that kid running to Mirajane. This kid was most likely behind the problems behind his plans, but it didn't matter all that much. Laxus was sure that he and his team were the strongest members of Fairy Tail.
Fenton's arms were wrapped tightly around Mirajane's arm, as she carried him down the street. Mirajane was looking right and left, as she hurried forwards. Fenton was looking around with wide eyes as well. They were on their way to Elfman, who had fallen against Evergreen not too long ago. Soon they find Elfman, but they find him frozen, turned into a statue. Fenton lets out a whimper and clings tighter to Mirajane; he had no energy left.
Mirajane hugged the small boy in her arms, as tears formed in her eyes. She didn't know what she could do. She felt so useless. She couldn't do anything now, and she couldn't do anything back when Phantom Lord attacked. Suddenly a shattering noise fills the air as Elfman turns human again and falls to the ground. Mirajane drops to her knees, and Fenton slips out of her arms. "Elfman," Mirajane sighs in relief, as Elfman opens his eyes.
"Big sis," Elfman responds while pushing himself up. Mirajane helps him up. He is laying down with most of his weight on his right forearm and the palm of his left hand. He is facing Mirajane and Fenton so that he can see the tears in both their eyes. Suddenly a blur of black attacks him and Elfman is knocked over onto his back. Fenton had his arms wrapped gently around Elfman's neck and his head pressed against Elfman's chest, right above the man's heart.
"Fenton, he's really hurt!" Mirajane admonished the boy. Fenton didn't move though, and tears streamed down his cheeks onto Elfman's chest. Elfman pushed himself up onto his elbows. Slowly he got up into sitting position, with Mirajane's help, and wrapped an arm around the small eight-year-old. Only then did the tears in Mirajane's eyes start falling as well.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry," Mirajane cried. Fenton looked over at her but kept his place on Elfman. He was rather confused, why was Mirajane crying? This wasn't her fault; she didn't hurt anyone. Fenton zoned out though, as he felt a presence in the air above them. Danny shivered as a breath of tinted air left his mouth. Fenton clung tighter to Elfman and closed his eyes. He was shaking, and both siblings had quieted once they noticed. Fenton was gone from the present though, as a battle occurred up above a few streets over, at a toy store.
A man in a white suit stood in front of him. Fenton shook, the man was evil, and Fenton wanted to get away from him. Fenton was pulled by the leash on his neck that was held by the terrible man. Fenton let out a strangled cough, while his hands grasped desperately at the collar. Tears were leaking from his eyes but no matter how much he pulled, how fast he walked, or how hard he cried the man always continued to yank him around.
A gasp left his mouth, as they went down a dark hallway. Fenton looked around wildly, but the man just lets out a low chuckle as he continued to pull him forward. Fenton wondered where the ghosts were and why they weren't attacking. Ghosts never seemed to like him. Fenton shivered, as another gasp escaped his mouth. This time though he could hear someone screaming in anguish. Fenton shrunk in on himself.
Soon they reached the end of the hallway and the man in white opened a door. Cages were everywhere, and they were coated with color. Many had green splotches, others had red streaks, a few had speckles of gold or silver, and some had a clear substance smeared on it. Fenton whimpered, as he was tossed into one of the empty cages. "Enjoy your stay, for however long you can last in it," the man sneered.
The rumble of the ground, the echo of someone crashing, and the voice of someone calling his name brought Fenton back to the present. "Fenton, calm down. You need to breathe. Fenton," Mirajane called, as she frets over the young boy. Elfman rubs small circles on Fenton's back. The two siblings are watching the child in front of them with worried eyes. Fenton hasn't been breathing properly, and they were frightened by what might happen to him because of that.
Fenton wheezed, before letting out a rough cough, and finally, he got in a good gulp of air. The two siblings let out a sigh of relief. Fenton gave them a shaky smile which they both returned. "Let's get the two of you back to the guild before whatever crashed landed down the street decides to destroy this flower shop," Mirajane offers, with dry tearstains on her cheeks. Fenton nods and slides off of Elfman. He stands on his wobbling legs that hardly take his weight. It takes him a few seconds, but Fenton eventually finds his balance.
Fenton looks to Mirajane, who is still sitting on her knees with her arms outstretched ready to catch him. He then looks behind him to find Elfman still sitting with his hands out too. Fenton looks at them questioningly, as if asking them why they aren't standing up yet. Mirajane lets out a bell-like giggle before standing up and helping her brother up as well. Fenton watches silently with his hands clutched onto Mirajane's dress.
Elfman's arm is across Mirajane's shoulder as they walk down the street heading in the opposite direction of the crash site. Fenton is following behind them, with one hand wrapped around Mirajane's dress and the other grabbed the back of Elfman's pant leg. They were moving slowly, careful of both the boys' injuries and Fried's hidden traps. The three were taking the long route back, just to make sure they didn't run into any problems.
The two siblings were very focused on the eight-year-old that was holding on to them. He felt like their new baby brother. He seemed weak; Fenton's breathing would have irregular catches at times, his legs shook beneath him, and sometimes he would stumble into their legs. Yet, Fenton never let that stop him. He would be struggling to breathe, while still moving forward. It may have been at a slower pace, but Fenton made sure to speed up once he got his breath back. He'd always get up by himself if he fell. It was like he was trying to prove he was strong enough to keep up with them.
They moved at a steady pace, never really getting much faster or slower, as the three traveled down the river. It was quiet as the trio walked, keeping a small conversation going on between them. Elfman was telling stories that were "manly," and Mirajane was talking about the other guild members. It was calm and peaceful, which should have tipped them off to the trouble that lies just ahead of them.
The woman sneered, as she looked at the photo handed to her. Her purple eyes narrowed in hatred as she stared at the young boy in the photo. She could never understand his reasons for saving him. He was a mistake, and then he had shown his true colors with that magic he had. She had given him over to get fixed, and he just runs away. She will never understand him. "Find him yourself! I am done dealing with Daniel. You people were supposed to fix him; it's your fault he escaped. You should have fixed him faster, and then he wouldn't be given you any more problems," She hissed as her auburn hair swung violently with her anger.
"But Madeline Fenton, he is in danger as well!" The man in whit exclaimed. Maddie's eyes narrowed at the man in front of her. She shoved the picture into the man's chest, knocking him further back into the hall. The few people there stared at the two.
"I don't care! He is no longer my problem, and it looks like he decided he was no longer yours. Leave him alone," Maddie ordered before turning around and storming through a door. She silently closed and turned to the bed. A young preteen lay unconscious on the bed with orange hair tied up in a bun. Maddie walked over to the child and gripped her daughter's hand. "Any day now, sweetheart. You will wake up any day now, Jasmine," Maddie repeated, as tears leaked down her cheek.
"I'm sorry sir, but she refused to help us. It seems like waiting did nothing to help us and the project is still nowhere to be found. All ground agents have yet to find any traces of the boy," A man in white stated. A figure in the shadows slammed a glass down onto the table. The man in white flinched backward. He cowered before the figure in front of him that had killed the last man holding his position. He had only one small piece of information that may keep him alive. "The bureau and council have yet to know the full details about the project still," the man in white added.
The figure growled, and red eyes glared at the man in white. "See to It that it stays that way, or else," A sinister voice demands. The man in white nods and hurries out of the room. The figure takes a drink from her glass and smirks. Her plan was still underway it seemed. "Let's see what you bring to this world, Daniel," her voice states, as she plans her next move.
Author's Note: Italics are the past. My progress will always be on my profile. Forever tired. A 2 Z