Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly Tail


Three days passed from the time Lucy encountered the Immortal. The news of the imploded man spread like wild-fire amongst gossipers and guild council even put a 100,000 Jewel reward for the discovery and arrest of the murder. It was very obvious that magic was involved in the murder, but it was almost impossible to figure out which type it was. Even Makarov couldn't give an explanation.

Lucy sat at her desk writing drafts for her novel, pondering the information about the murder in the back of her mind. The clothing the man as wearing was described almost eerily similar to the boy she met at the bench. She shook her head. The person that died was a man, not a boy. She yawned; she hadn't slept a wink since last night. She got up and went to bed for a nap.

She opened her eyes and saw nothing, only the deep abyss of darkness. Her head felt funny. Was she upside down? No, that's not right. It's more like there was no direction. She shut her eyes again as saw a light below her, or above her? She started to make her way for it swimming in the weightlessness. Funny, having to close your eyes to see the way. She reached for the light, as a gust of cold wind blew her back she opened her eyes to see that she was floating above the clouds.

She swam down and instantly wished she hadn't. The clouds parted to give her a view of below. There was a village set ablaze, men, woman, and children alike were on the ground trampled and broken like dolls. She looked in horror as a group of knights bearing an unknown crest started setting the survivors on fire. She covered her mouth to stop from vomiting. Where is this place? Was the only question she managed to form in her mind. She slowly descended into the village and once her feet were firm on the ground, bolted to the survivors that were hiding in the burnt house at the east end near the forest on the way she barely made it past the knights. She stumbled and landed face first in a pool of blood. This time she couldn't keep it down and vomited.

Run, her body screamed at her and she obeyed entering a house and her blood covered eyes were met by a small boy. No older than five. She rushed to him to help. She looked at his face, and her eyes widened. It was the boy she met at the bench! She tried to talk, but no words came out. The boy stood up and ran to the open door and shut it. He quickly turned to Lucy, "Go back! I'll find you, I promise!"

"LUCY! WAKE UP!" Natsu yelled and whacked her across the face. Abruptly, and instinctively Lucy kicked him in the face. He flew back four feet and landed on his head. Lucy sat up and focused on her surroundings. Erza and Grey were here too; their faces had horrifying expressions at the quickly moved towards her. She rubbed her eyes. She paused and looked at her hands, blood? She ran to the mirror. Her face... was stained red with the blood from the dream. She vomited instantaneously and fell down. "LUCY!" All three of them said as they ran to her aid. Her vision blurred and fell unconscious.