Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. I do own the Original Character (OC) in this story thou.

Author's Note: OC's name is Sionet, pronounced See-oh-neet. Please do not use her without my permission. I took the time to create any and all of my OC's that might be used in my FanFictions and transformative works. It is stealing if you do not have permission.

It had taken a few hours. Mostly due to random collapsed sections of the ruins, and a few traps done up in Runes and pitfalls. All of which seemed to be triggered by Natsu who wanted to touch everything. She loved him, he was her best friend and like a brother. No matter what Mira wanted, that was one boat that had sailed and she'd never let that dipstick into her hunny well. Lucy wanted a man or (at this point) a woman who'd love her for who she was, the way she was.

Now they stood at the double doors that pulsed with the magic only the heavens could give off. It had her own surfacing and dancing along her skin like a gold halo. Lucy could hear her each voice of every key she owned as they talked both excitedly and yet in hushed, fearful tones. This place had given her a lot of information. All of which she had written down on her own notepad to talk with Grandpa Crux about later. Besides a part of her was getting overly giddy.

The last time she had felt magic like this was when she was in Stella for a short layover on a long mission with her team. The stardust in the air had her high as a kite on the magic. It had been really hard for her to leave, but she had. Now, her mind was supplying various options. One of which was that this place might have been hidden in Stella. Because with all that stardust in the air it would have been masked very well. Sighing as she shot a glance back over her shoulder to her team. All of whom were shifting uncomfortably.

Smiling Lucy turned her head back to the doors. Her eyes sliding over the images carved into the doors. Memorizing the Hieroglyphics as she lifted her hands up to the two smooth panels where a normal door would have handles. Causing her magic that had come to the surface to surge forward and flow into the door. With a soft push, barely exerting any strength, the two doors swing inward. They were silent, not making a sound as a pitch black room was revealed.

Tilting her head to the side as she let the magic from the room wash over her. Lucy heard a soft sigh, almost like a small child's yawn, coming from in the room. Hands instinctively going to her hips were one slipped into her pouch and the other to what was left of her cracked whip handle. Frowning a little at the feel of the cracks running through it, Lucy looked back at Natsu.

"Light, please?" she asked, noting that he didn't look like he wanted to be anywhere near there.

It took a few seconds before he held his hand up and had five tiny little flames dancing from his fingertips. She knew how much control it took for him to do something so tiny and hold it. His magic was so much more than they had thought. That he had been revived and made into the first demon of Zeref. The reason that Zeref had been called the Black Wizard and cursed. Fire was normally a natural and untameable force of nature. In large quantities, it was easier to use for Natsu. Smiling widely as he came to stand by her.

With a nod of her head, Lucy stepped into the room, just to stop when she realized that there was still no light. Turning around she saw Natsu staring at her, the flames on his one hand gone as both hands were pressed up against something. Blinking Lucy tried to step back but was stopped. Another soft sigh came from behind her in the dark chamber. Then she heard Loke's voice in her head. Telling her only she could enter this chamber and to be cautious, there was a guardian.

Pursing her lips into a thin line, Luch shook her head as she saw her friends lips move. But no sound reached her. Knowing she would not be able to leave until the guardian let her out. Her magic was flowing freely here and she was not getting exhausted. Turning she continued to walk further into the room. After about eight or nine steps in light flared all around her. Temporarily blinded, Lucy stood still, listening attentively as her eyes slowly came back into focus.

When they did she couldn't help but take in a sharp breath. All over the walls, floor, and ceiling was every constellation in the sky. The walls seemed to shift from the dark blue-black of night, through the sunrise to the blue of day and then thru the colors of sunset and twilight to night. Not once did any of the Constellations ever vanish. A light breeze ruffled her hair and clothes making Lucy look to where it came from. On the far side of the room was a small dais with a large flat pedestal on it.

"You are not what I was expecting."

A soft, feminine voice rang out. Making Lucy narrow her eyes and look for the owner. A soft cough had her looked back to the dais. And she almost fell on her ass in surprise with a head of brown hair streaked with white-blond, sapphire blue, peridot green, fire red, onyx black, and ash gray popped up. The face that it framed was oval and rather exotic as the almond-shaped eyes that stared at her mimic the hair. Though what she was seeing looked like a little girl, somehow Lucy knew that this was no child but a being that was old.

"Well, can you not talk girl? Or did you leave your tongue with that vain kitties Key you hold?"

This had Lucy blinking before she smiled and shook her head. Whoever this person or being was had snark.

"I can talk. But you hadn't asked me a question or gave me a reason to introduce myself, ma'am," She replied, being polite yet a bit standoffish.

Her response had the girl smiling so wide that the corners of her eyes were crinkled. Then in the next second, the sound of wings snapping open had Lucy's mouth dropping open as the tiny girl literally shot into the air and flew towards her. The wings were made of feathers that looked like they were made of pale green moss and dwarfed her whole body. A body that was petite and childlike. Though a bit more curvy than Wendy's was currently.

Trying to stay relaxed as her body tensed as she watched the strange being hover in the air before landing in front of her. Lucy had to lower her head to look at the person before her. There was no way that they were more than four feet and ten inches. Their body was practically nude with how sheer the Toga-like dress was. But what struck her as odd was the fact that the being's wings vanished into her body and a large leather bound book appeared in her hands.

The being looked her up and down. When it was done she felt as if she had passed some type of hidden judgment. Then the tiny girl before shifted the book and gave Lucy a good look at the cover. It was embossed with the world tree and the giant owl of legend Smirgh on the front. With a flick of a tiny tanned hand, the book opened and flipped through hundreds of pages before settling. And there on the page was Lucy herself as well as what looked to be the same strange hieroglyphics on the door. And if she had to guess it was knowledge on herself.

"Hmm, let's see, Lucy Heartfilia. Daughter of Layla Heartfilia, all descended from Anna Heartfilia who sent five Dragon Slayer Children into the future 400 years ago. Owner of ten of the twelve Zodiac Keys. Owner of the Celestial Whip Fleuve D'etoiles. Also holds several of the silver keys, of which one is my favorite. Love Lyra by the way," the girl read as the page flipped. "Oh, both parents are deceased and you make a living as a mage in what is called a light guild. Your team is one of the most destructive in all of Earthland for the record. Total cost is well into the billions of Jewels, current currency. And you have three of the most powerful mages and an annoying blue fur ball on your team."

Lucy just listened as the girl continued on, expounding on her missing time in Tenrou, the attack with Tartaros and then the Alverez War. Drawing up some still raw and painful memories. Though Lucy was more interested in the book. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was the book of knowledge. The one that belonged to those who protected the world tree and Smirgh. If that was so, then yeah, she was in awe of the being before her.

"Yes, your train of thought is correct, Lucy Heartfilia. Though, I need you to show me the handle for Fleuve D'etoiles," the girl stated flatly.

Flushing darkly, before she saw an impish spark in the depths of the girl's eyes. A bit leery of giving the whip to her, Lucy gauged the girl for a few long, drawn-out minutes before she heard Capricorn tell her in her head that it was alright.

"Before I hand it over, would you please allow me to know your name?" She asked as she let her fingers curl around the cracked handle.

The wide smile the girl flashed at her as she looked from the book was full of warmth and pride.

"Shrewd, I like that. You don't blindly trust just everyone... Just the destructive idiots you call family," The girl said. "I am Sionet, or to my people "one who dances with the wind". I am a Siren if you are wondering."

It hit Lucy like a ton of bricks. She had read about such creatures and the power that they held. They were being of nature itself. Often encompassing one or two of the raw elements. And now that she really looked at the woman, not girl, before her. Lucy saw that she had all the colors of the elements threaded through her brown hair and in her eyes. This was a Siren amongst Sirens.

"Yeah, yeah, I am all great and powerful. Big cock sucking deal! I am almost six hundred. I don't really give a flying fuck... though fucking while flying is fun," Sionet said, wiggling her eyebrows. "But that isn't the point. You were not taken in by my voice. Immediately under the spell the sound of my species voice. Meaning you are mentally and emotionally strong, now whip please."

A bit numb from the verbal barrage she just received she handed the whip to the Siren. Watching as she took it and studied it. Noting the small furrow in her brow as she ran her hands over the cracks in it, before giving a small tsk sound. It took a few seconds and Lucy could feel the magic from Sionet as she tried to activate the whip. Only to get what Lucy had gotten a burst of stardust and magical sparks.

"Oh, that is not good. But... this was originally not just a whip, so I can fix it... though you will need to make a choice because it comes with a price," Sionet said as she handed Fleuve back to her.

Lucy narrowed her eyes as the Siren, studying her as she took her precious gift back. "What do you mean?"

"Ah, you had it and were not informed about the history? Never researched your gift?" Sionet asked, her voice dropping a few octaves to show she was not pleased. "That is foolish. Especially since it was a magical weapon from another realm. No matter how much you trust your spirits."

It was sage advice and Lucy accepted it for what it was and hung her head a bit in shame. She normally would have researched it, though returning after fighting in Edolas and then immediately going on another adventure it had slipped her mind. And it was not anyone but her own fault for it. So, letting her mind shift through the various thoughts and organizing them she looked at Sionet.

"What can you tell me about this... the other weapon form that Fleuve D'etoiles had?" She asked.

The small hum she got from Sionet before the woman motioned for her to follow as the giant book snapped shut, locked and vanished. Feeling a bit of trepidation Lucy followed. Each step getting heavier and heavier with magic that was not the same as her own as they made their way to the dais and pedestal. Which once she was able to see it better had a long wooden polearm with a blade that looked like a leaf with a curved hook on one side. Her mind shifted through all the books on weapons she had read to help Gray with his Ice Make Magic and forming weapons.

She knew what this was called. It was called a Mard Geer. Her eyes went wide as that magic in the air got darker and heavier around her. Making it hard to breathe. As she looked at Sionet who had stepped up on the Dais and stood next to the pedestal. She looked just fine as if the dark magic rolling from it was not affecting her in the least. Though those odd eyes seemed to be watching her, studying her.

"Oh, leery. That is fascinating. But if you have no spine I want nothing to do with you."

There was that dark slithery voice again. And it clicked in the back of her head making her narrow her eyes and flare her own magic. Forcing the darker magic away from her person. Lucy just couldn't believe it. There couldn't possibly be any damn way. He was dead. Zeref himself had killed him after he had broken out of Stach-faces stone spell. Yet there was no mistaking that voice now that she was looking at the weapon he took his namesake from.

"Before I give you my answer, Sionet I want to know one thing," Lucy stated, not asked, as she met the Siren's eyes letting her face slip into a detached, emotionless mask.

"Hmm, wasn't aware that was possible for a human."

Not reacting to the voice though she felt like it crawled over her skin. She knew who it belonged to now.

"And what is that Celestial Mage, Lucy Heartfilia?" Sionet asked her in return.

"How is it possible for him...it... to still exist? I know I fought with him in the battle... to stop Face. And know he was killed by Zeref his creator... So, how?" She asked her voice stumbling and quivering just slightly to her ears.

The way Sionet's face shifted through a few emotions as the woman clearly thought about how to answer that question. Before giving a small head shake and lifted her hand up to rest on the pedestal with the weapon resting on it.

"Because, in his pursuit to resurrect his brother, Zeref looked into many different methods to obtain his goal. One was using a sentient weapon's soul," Sionet explained, tiny oval face distorting in disgust. "And trust me, there are more than just this one here that is sentient. Created by the gods to aid humans in times of need. I mean who doesn't know the legends of Excalibur? Or across the ocean of the Ten Commandment Sword? A sword who can change into Ten different versions? They are sentient and only talk to their human companion."

Yeah, Lucy felt her jaw drop open again. She was sure if this kept happening that her jaw would become unhinged. Then suddenly the barded commentary between Mard Geer and Stache Face made more sense. The old rivalry they had.

"Yes, I have. Any child would have. But I didn't know they were sentient with their own soul, own set of quirk? Personality?" Lucy said her voice trailing off into a questioning tone.

"Yes. And Mard Geer was originally created by a Dark God to harm Sei-roo, or Stache Face as you so lovingly refer to him. And the soul that is in the weapon, that was stolen away, was the half-human and half-god son of the Dark God," Sionet explained, her eyes rolling as she yawned for effect that this was a topic she found boring. "Either way, once he died, the corrupt brainwashing was gone, the Soul returned to its weapon since the ruins Sei-roo hide it in was no longer in Stella and able to be found. And now... well... you have cracked your weapon, which channels your magic into a whip, your preferred weapon of choice. But Fleuve D'etoiles was once the base for Mard Geer."

Her questions were answered yet not at the same time. It left Lucy a bit confusing. But what had her feeling a bit cocky was that she had been using a part of Mard Geer. Had a mastery over a part of him, hence his reaction to using Fleuve D'etoiles. And a small smile curled her lips upward in a smile that she noted had Sionet looking at her and returning. Feral and full of mischief.

"So, do you want me to fix your weapon? It means you will be saddled with Mard Geer until you die," Sionet stated as her pink lips pulled back to show small, even white teeth. "It seems you have come to some resolution with how you are smiling."

"Lady Siren, Sionet, I Lucy Heartfilia will gladly allow you to fix Fleuve D'etoiles. It is not just a tool to me, but something that is precious. And I think I can deal with the fact that I already have that snarky man talking in my head," Lucy stated as she held the cracked handle out again.

A soft breeze blew around her, lifting the handle, not hilt, from her hand and floated it to the Siren. Who snagged it from the air, her body spinning and placing it on the pedestal which flared to life with runes that she knew. They were Celestial wards and protection charms. Her eyes soaking it all in so she could write it down later. And she wasn't going to waste a chance to put something that shouldn't have been broken back together. It felt right that she was doing this. Accepting this.

With a brilliant flash of silver and gold, tendrils of gray and red shot from Sionet's fingertips as Lucy watched as the handle and shaft of the weapon fused back into one. Causing the design on what used to be Fleuve D'etoiles to glow blue and gold as the shaft darkened to ebony and tiny red roses appeared in a spiral around the smooth looking shaft, accompanied by delicate green vines. The blade and hook took on a silver-purple gleam before a loud crack echoed around the room.

Then in a back blast of mixed magical energy Lucy fought to stay upright. Then everything was calm, quiet once more. When her eyes met Sionets, the Siren waved Lucy to come over to the dais. And she did so without hesitation, though her legs were very wobbly from that blast. Lucy managed that single step up before Sionet stepped away.

"It is yours, Lucy. The magic you have given to the handle you used for years has mixed with that which was gifted to the weapon. I am bound by laws, so unable to tell you the abilities and skills that Mard Geer has. But I think that it half the fun of learning, discovering for yourself what you are truly capable of," Sionet said, her voice ringing clear as the shifting walls, floors, and ceiling came to a halt on the night sky.

Reaching out Lucy saw black-purple sparks dance along the shaft of the polearm. Her feral-like grin getting wider as she clamped her hand around the shaft. Lifting it up and off the pedestal she felt something push against her mind. But not one to let her barriers down she reinforced them. Only to get a sense of irritation at her reaction.

"Be careful, he can be a demanding, pretentious prick," Sionet said giggling softly. "And with this, you are now bound to the weapon until your death, whenever that will be. And I am released from my duties. Now, now I can go explore the world and see just how much it has changed in the last four hundred and seventy years I have been trapped here protecting the weapon as a favor to its creator."

Turning to look at Sionet, who just met her gaze head-on as Lucy felt the Celestial magic in the room fade to nothing and the sound of her teammate's voices filter in. Their feet rushing across the floor as Sionet unfolded her wings, winked and held a finger to lip for secrecy and took the air. Causing her friends to gasp in shock as she took to the air and flew out of the chamber without a second glance back.

"Ugh! Finally, she is gone," the voice spoke into her mind. "But don't worry, she seems to like you, so she will be back. Annoying little brat that she is."

TBC