"I don't care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching-they are your family."

― Jim Butcher

It has been seven years since I started training with Papa and seven more after being trapped in time. Yes I am a seventeen year old girl that still says Papa. During training he taught, told and showed me so many things. Like how I have two older brothers and two younger ones, twins. That all mythical creatures, except gods, are demons. Dragons, wolves, fairies, mermaids, you name it, their demons. Also during my training my hair had developed dark blue tips like my flames.

With the help of the dragons, I am able to use every one of their powers (except one) but I am not Dragon Slayer. Not even close, they can't compare them to me; I can use all of the elements at once including my inherited blue flames while in my satanic form, wolf form or human form. But for some demons we have magic like Conall and I; we have demonic and magical energy and if we run out of either we may die. But we don't really know 'cause it never happened before.

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Screams were all I heard and warm tears were all I felt. I realized that those screams, those tears were no one else's but mine as I jolted out up. But I was soon embraced by another, pulled into his muscled chest. His shirt was stained with my tears of betrayal, pain and sadness; his chest muffled my screams of despair. In his embrace I knew I was safe even if I said that with others too.

My screams became whimpers and my tears dried and I was able to look up. I saw the face that I hadn't seen in years; deep red shaggy hair, golden eyes and a gentle smile.

"C-conall?"

"Hmm, it's me, Lucy." After a few more moments I broke the silence.

"You're so old. Get away from me old man." I was joking and started pushing him away with my right hand but pain shot through my arm. I cradled it to my body but every time I moved pain was felt throughout my body. I saw Conall looking away from me out of the corner of my eye. I remembered someone with me when they attacked! Where is she? As if sensing my distress, Conall pointed to the lumps next to me in the bed.

"Wendy?! Oh Mavis please tell me you're okay! Wendy! Charle!"

"Damn do you always have to be so loud!?"

"Well excuse me for being worried." I had started to pout but my face hurts too. I traced the bandages going across my face and everything that happened came back to me.

My body began to shake without my control as I assess the damage on our bodies. The left side of my face and right hand had bandages wrapped on them. My left leg had been slightly pierced and if I tried to move my right leg I wouldn't be able to; it was completely wrapped up. The only part of my body barely void of injury was my left arm.

Looking at Wendy I'm happy I shielded her. Her right shoulder, right wrist, left angle and stomach were bandaged but that was only the external damage. Her once vibrant white skin is now a pale almost ghostly white. The expression on Wendy's face was unreadable; the only ones I caught were terror and pain. Charle was sleeping next to Wendy with her tail curled around her torso. They look so cute!

Wendy's POV

It's dark and so cold. The darkness and silence scares me 'cause it screams the truth. The truth that I am forever alone, that no one would truly love me, and my heart will always … it will… always…be shattered. I breathe faster trying to soothe the pain, forget!

"We don't need you!"

Forget!

"See, I told you they couldn't handle anything."

Please!

"What worthless mages! Ha!"

Stop!

"Why did we even bring pathetic mages into this guild, huh?! I guess we were drunk or something!"

I WANT TO FORGET! STOP IT! PLEASE STOP!

Lucy's POV

"STOP IT!" Wendy shrieked and sprang up into my arms and wrapped hers around my injured body. Conall, who had gone to the bathroom, came running back and Charle, who had been sleeping peacefully, jolted awake to aid the distressed Wendy.

"Wendy, it's okay now…everything's going to be fine…calm down…you're safe…" I comforted her as much as I could but …she was consumed by fear. Her body shook uncontrollably, eyes wide open with never ending tears but they were dull, and she starts to mumble.

"Lucy… make it stop…I want to forget… make the pain go away… please… I'm begging you."

"Wendy what are you talking abou-" Charle tried to make sense of what her partner was talking about but it's useless. She wasn't there when they attacked.

"I-it's dark and…cold, Charle. I'm scared…and it hurts. The p-pain … the m-memories … just…make it disappear. I don't know… if my eyes are open… or closed … it's just… dark."

"Conall, get Garvi, crutches, an some tea." I demanded yet it was gentle. With Wendy I'm always unusually gentle. I don't know if it's because of her young age or what.

"Yes, Princess." Conall left with bow and closed the door to the room.

"L-lucy-san, is there someone else here?" Wendy's voice was low but steady, her body stop shaking as well as her tears but something's … not right. Wendy's eyes were still dull.

"Charle."

"Huh"

"Come look at Wendy's eyes." She did as I told and her eyes widened.

"W-what's wrong with my eyes?"

"Wendy…How many finger am I holding up?"

Conall POV

I ran my hand through my red locks as my golden eyes search my cabin for the communications lacrima. Garvi was a maid that Satan-sama sent to watch over us when we were young. She had dark green hair that's usually up in a messy bun but when out is just past her shoulders. Garvi also has golden eyes like me. She'd bring the crutches but would forbid replacing that little girl's memories.

Lucy and I have been best friends since I was born. We were childhood best friends meaning we knew everything about each other and developed bonds. We could tell when something is wrong with the other. And right now there's something way off with her; she's never that gentle with any besides them.

I had soon found the lacrima but a hand was placed on my shoulder. The pale hand belonged to that of The King of Demons himself.

"Satan-sama, what are you doing here?"

"…I need to speak with Lucy and…Wendy."

Me: Kaida's really sorry but you got to wait a little while but wish Kaida luck on her first report card for 8th grade.

Wendy: Kaida-chan how old are you?

Me: Kaida turned 13 two week ago! And Kaida's party was awesome with Tai, her baby bro. He's 1 and he's already annoyingly cute!

Lucy: Happy Belated Birthday Kaida-chan! But what happened to us and where's FT?

Me: All will be revealed in good time.*Does weird hand stuff and walks back into a dark corner*

Conall: You know we can still see you!

Me: You don't see anything

Garvi: I'm pretty sure we can.

Me: Conall-kun *sobs* Garvi-chan *sobs* just let Kaida have her moment.

Wendy: Aww, there there Kaida-chan.

Lucy: Anywho…

Lucy & Satan: Please review, favorite, and follow.

Garvi: Kaida's begging.

Me: Kaida is not! Okay…maybe a little.

Hope you enjoyed!

Parental Guidance: Blue Flames

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Chapter 2: Conall

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."

― Anaïs Nin