Follow Me

Sting's POV

He held this tiny version of Lucy in his arms as she slept, he couldn't believe that he had found her after all this time, but he was also stuck thinking about this horrible feeling of dread and sadness that had seemed to attach itself to his very core.

This was the last life he would get to spend with his beloved, and there was no guarantee that she would even remember him a few days from now, as her memories seemed to be getting hazier by the day.

He looked down at the small girl clutching at his clothes in her sleep, blue eyes glistening with emotions he hadn't felt in so long. Her blonde hair curled around her and the pink night gown was loose on her small body. Now that she was clean he was able to get a better look at all the scars that adorned her body, Loke had said that she gets into trouble more than she had in her previous life with him, but these scars looked as though they weren't there by a mere accident.

Someone had given those to her. He knew for certain that the lion spirit had not told him everything about the this Lucy. For instance they knew something about why that person was following her through lifetimes they just weren't willing to give him answers. He knew he would find out eventually though, he also knew that they were keeping him out of the loop on who her parents had been in this lifetime, he was sure, though, that he could get information on these 'Night' people.

"Don't….Papa.." Sting looked down at Lucy as she whimpered in his arms, tears starting to form in her eyelashes, hugging her tighter to his chest he willed her to stop shaking, to stop crying, anything so he didn't have to go through the torture that was Lucy's nightmare. In the previous life he'd had with her he hadn't been able to handle them, he didn't think it would be any different now.

"I don't….to...alone..." suddenly the crying ceased and the shaking stopped, the blonde haired prince held the girl tighter, waiting…For what he didn't know, but he would be there for Lucy, he wouldn't leave her alone in this. That was for damn sure.

Suddenly her eyes snapped open, only they weren't the eyes he had dreamed of seeing every waking moment of his fourteen years on this planet, they were the eyes of a stranger, no longer the warm brown that he had been looking forward to seeing once again. No, instead an emerald green color had been put in their place. He frowned, he really needed to get used to the fact that he'd never see those brown orbs that he had fallen completely in love with again, this was a different world, a different life. He knew it was her mind, mostly anyway, but it wasn't her body. It was that of a strangers. A small unknown girl who'd suffered from one life to the next without fail.

"St..Sting.." The small blonde whispered, wiping at his cheeks with a shaky hand, he himself reached up to cup her small hand in his, holding it against his wet cheek. He hadn't known when he had started to cry, but he knew that they had come with his realization….

This really wasn't his Lucy. This was someone with the same mind and soul, but those would eventually dwindle away and she would forget about the previous life they shared. He'd come to the heartbreaking realization, that he had lost her. Most importantly, he came to the realization, that after she died in this life, that was it, it was over, he wouldn't be able to fall in love with her again, and again.

"I..I know what you're thinking. But, I do remember bits and pieces of our life together, I remember always being happy with you, I remember having kids, and getting married, I remember watching all of our friends getting married and having kids. I even remember my promise to meet you again...I'm sorry that...that this is the last life we have with each other." Lucy whispered, hopping down from his lap and opting to sit by the hearth of the fire place instead so he couldn't see the refection on her face, she was silhoutted by the fire that burned brightly.

Sting was amazed at what she was able to remember from their previous life together, but that didn't change the fact that this entire situation was fucked up. It was completely and utterly fucked up. He wanted to have more than just two lives with her, but who was she anymore anyways? He didn't know anything about that likes of the ten year old girl in front of him, whose birth name was Evangeline Night. "Don't call me that name!" Startled from his thoughts he looked up to see the small girl inches from his face, a snarl just on the tip of her lips and a deadly glare in her eyes.

"How...How did you…?" Sting wasn't even able to finish the sentence as the girl pointed at her ears. "I can hear you." She stated simply before returning to her place on the hearth. Sting wondered how that was possible, had she gained a power in this life?

"I was gifted with these keys and the magic to use them, that doesn't mean it's my main magic, it wasn't the magic I was born with or the magic I was taught or whatever." The small girl stated simply, Sting could see that this new Lucy really had a bad temper, maybe even worse that old Lucy.

"Okay, so what's your main magic Luce?" Sting questioned curiously, as he moved to sit in front of her so he could see her face, in the process he didn't fail to notice the blush that stained her small cheeks at the nickname.

"I'll tell you if you tell me yours, is it still dragon slaying magic? I remember you had that last time." She questioned him, he nodded excitedly and brought forth some of his magic, her eyes grew with delight at the bright orbs that began to float around the room. He had to admit, even if her eyes were different the life they held was the same.

"Okay, now tell me yours!" He chirped excitedly, and he really was excited, Lucy however, got a faraway look in her eyes and cast her eyes away from him, it would seem as though she did not like her new form of magic and was ashamed of it. Deathly afraid of it.

"Papa taught it to me. It's pretty and makes thing go 'Boom!' he called it New World Magic." Lucy whispered, Sting was intrigued, he'd never heard of a magic called that before. "Of course I use my celestial spirits more, but that was just a gift from the stache face man!" the young girl chirped.

"Lucy...What does your other magic do?" Sting asked, he wasn't actually getting the best feeling about this, now that he thought about the conversation he had with Loke earlier...About a man that Lucy viewed as a father, a man that had been following her through all of her lifetimes….

"I've had a lot of magics over my lifetimes, some were better than others. But, papa only recently taught me this one, my parents didn't have magic in this lifetime, so he decided since my magic container wasn't occupied by any other magics other than my celestial magic this time that he would teach me his magic!" Lucy said excitedly as she pushed her little body up, and went over to the nightstand table where a vase lay with a single rose, red as cherries.

"Lucy, what does your magic do?!" Sting was pretty frantic at this point, but he had an idea already. And as he watched Lucy touch the flowers stem as it leaned against the glass vase his suspicions were deemed true.

As he watched as the green stem grew brown and the flowers red as blood petals turned black as the night sky. He knew.

"It kills things..." she whispered, a tight smile adorning her face and eyes gleaming.