Summary: Alternate ending to chapter 337. Death lurks in every corner pushing humanity to the edge of extinction. Future Rogue, the self proclaimed God, and his dragon subordinates now rule. They show no guilt or remorse, and kill brutally and viciously. Mavis (using her three step plan) decided to keep six alive: three dragon slayers, an archive mage, Celestial mage and an exceed. Will they be able to set aside their differences for the future of humanity?
Rated T for blood, gore, and language.
Characters: Mavis, Sting, Rogue, Cobra, Lucy, Hibiki and Frosch.


Disclaimer: My name is not Hiro Mashima, thus I do not own Fairy Tail.

A huge special thanks to my lovely beta, leoslady4ever because she is the definition of awesome. Now, go read her stories.

My little Munckins, guess who's coming here. DRACO! YAY! DRACO THE DRAGON IN MY FAVORITE COLOR! Wooo! lol, anyways...

*sigh* I'll finish my AN at the end of this story because I want to complain about something, lol. But again, keep in mind that this is an alternate ending to chapter 337.

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Chapter 4


Hibiki's P.O.V.

I could feel my body quivering at the sight. It wasn't like me to be so easily frightened but ever since the seven dragons destroyed everything I've ever known, it seems like everything scared me.

Looking beside myself, I saw Lucy's knees weaken, due to the amount of magic she had used in summoning the dragon. I tried to help keep her up, by keeping my arms around her waist, trying to support her weight.

From behind the smoke, a large shadow was seen. This spirit appeared to be even bigger than the dragon's from the past. My eyes widened when I felt the amount of magic that was being emitted by the dragon.

The smoke slowly started to disappear, and the shadow started to make an image. His wings stretched out, his roar echoing throughout the entire cave, causing it to shake. Once the smoke completely disappeared, his shape was seen. His long tail. His dark, black eyes. The spikes that came from his back. And his scales. His deep, purple scales. The scales around his neck appeared to shine in the darkness while the ones on his wings were a plain, dark purple. His tail had the darkest shade of all.

When his mouth opened to release another roar, his large, sharp teeth were seen. Surely they could grind through just about anything. He stood up on his back feet, as he stretched out his wings, shaking it. You could see the lighter shade of purple that covered his stomach and inside of his wings. He then whipped his long tail, making the rocks inside the cave shake, once more.

His eyes then looked down, at the barely standing blond. "Heartfilia," his rough voice filled the cave.

"So it is you who found my key," Draco said matter of factually. The very sound of his voice made my heart race. Goodness this thing was creepy.

"Y-yes," she stammered, "I have found your key. I would like to know, when exactly you're free," Her voice took a more confident tone, and I couldn't help but be proud of her.

"I am free every day except for six hours: 3-9 a.m. A dragon needs his sleep," Draco chuckled to himself as he looked out into space.

"You know, I haven't been summoned in almost 350 years, and when I do get summoned, it's by some kid that can't handle me for longer than 60 seconds. Such a weak mage," Draco told her with a grunt. "And of all places to summon me, it had to be my death bed."

"Y-your death bed?" Lucy asked quizzically.

"Why yes. I was a living dragon 400 years ago, until that bastard Acnologia decided to take my place as the strongest dragon and try to kill me. Before I died, the spirit king saw something in me and made me a key," Draco cursed under his breath, his voice taking a hostile tone.

"A-and, what kind of dragon are you?" Lucy asked while taking deep breaths in and out. It was painfully obvious that the amount of magic it took to summon Draco had taken a toll on her.

"Darkness."

"Darkness?" Lucy repeated, taking it in.

Draco glared at Lucy intensely, "Looks like I have an echo. Now, it seems like your magic is out. And I was just enjoying Earthland air too. Get your ass into gear Heartfilia because I really want to be out longer than a mere 60 seconds." And with that, the dragon disappeared back into the spirit world.

Well isn't he a charmer. He sure was harsh on Lucy. Not to mention he didn't smile at her once. You'd expect him to appreciate the fact that he was summoned. And on top of that, Lucy's magic was extremely strong. It wasn't her fault summing a spirit with ten times anyone's magic energy would completely drain her.

Lucy sighed deeply, as she tried to make her way back to where the rest of the people were. She struggled while walking, clearly proving exactly how much magic she used up by simply summoning Draco.

"I'll help you," I told her as I supported her weight by placing my arms around her. She was iffy at first, but after a few seconds, she took my help and shifted her weight to me. Slowly but surely, we made our way towards the others, so that we could let them know we got Draco's key.

Rogue's P.O.V.

To think, everything that happened was my fault. How could I possibly live with myself, knowing that I'm the cause of everything that's happened? After seeing my partner so broken down, the guilt completely filled me. Sting was finally becoming the person he was before we went into Sabertooth but after what happened, he seems to be becoming even more ruthless.

And it's all your fault. This is your future. Accept it Rogue, and kill them all!

There it goes again, telling me that I should kill. There were times, where my shadow would become overwhelming and I would actually want to kill Sting. My eyes would twitch and my arms would shake, desperately wanting to attack him.

But Sting making eye contact with me was enough to help control that desire. I wasn't entirely sure why, but Sting helped bring out the best in me. I wasn't sure if it was because he was like a little brother to me, and I wanted to protect him, or if it was the fact that his kooky personality made me soften up.

But you took that away from him. You took away the one thing he loved: Lector.

I know that! I know it's my fault, but if Mavis is right, there's a way this can change!

I hated having this inner conflict with myself. I hated battling myself, trying to reason between good and evil. I wanted, so badly to be good, but sometimes it just seemed easier to be evil and kill. It seemed like it would be the easiest way to get past this and not care.

Then take the easier route, Rogue. Let me consume you. Let my power possess your insides.

"NO!" I yelled out, earning looks from everyone that was around. That wasn't supposed be said out loud.

My eyes looked at each and every person, seconds at a time. First, they went to Cobra, who was staring at me with knowing eyes, almost like he understood everything. He had no idea what I was going through. I don't think he will ever get it.

Then, my eyes went towards the First guild master of Fairy Tail, Mavis. She looked at me, her eyes warm and kind. I felt like deep down, Mavis would be the light I might be searching for right now.

Sting's light was gone, and although he was the White Dragon Slayer, I wasn't sure he would be the light to shine over my darkness anymore. His eyes stared at me, cold and hard. He had hate in them. Hate for me. He hated me for killing Lector and although it wasn't me, it still was me: a me from the future.

My eyes went down to Frosch, who was staring at me. That's right! Although Sting may hate me, there was still someone to remain kind for. There was still a reason I should do my best to take control over this shadow. Frosch was still here and she still loved me. Frosch was my best friend and partner in crime and no matter what, I would keep her safe.

Then, I heard footsteps nearing us. They were gently making contact with the ground, slowly but surely. There were two people: one was able to walk effortlessly, while the other was limping. It took a quick second for my eyes to register who it was: Hibiki and Lucy.

The sweet scent of strawberry-vanilla and the scent of a misty forest and microchips could only belong to those two. Once they were near us, I could see that it was Lucy who was limping and Hibiki who was supporting the blond.

"Aww, is the little Fairy hurt?" Sting asked with a mock concern.

"Actually, no, she isn't. She's just exhausted considering she just summoned a dragon," Hibiki answered for her in a hostile, yet sarcastic tone.

"Too weak to really handle one simple job we gave her, huh?" Sting taunted, causing a part of me to want to slap the White Dragon Slayer back to his senses.

Instantly after, a bright light appeared, and from the light, an orange haired man appeared. His hair was in untamed spikes that went in all different directions. His black suit and red tie gave him the appearance of some sort of business man. Where did he come fr—

It's the blonde's spirit. Well this should be fun.

The creepy shadow. Why does this stupid thing still talk to me? I just wish that this damn burden would get off my back and leave me alone.

"If you say another thing about my master…" the spirit advanced menacingly towards my partner, "I won't be held responsible for my actions."

"Oh, so the dog can speak," Sting smirked. "Well you know what they say about dogs, like Master like Bitch. You might be just as weak as her."

Was he deliberately trying to make everyone angry? More importantly, why hasn't the First used her magic on Sting? What in the world was making her hold back?

Perhaps the fact that she wants this to resolve on its own. Although I would much rather watch everyone kill each other.

Would you shut up? I yelled at the shadow, hoping it would let me analyze things on my own. It was beyond frustrating that it could see everything in my mind, and although I would admit that it was probably right, it was still frustrating to deal with.

I will only shut up if you kill.

We both knew that wasn't a possibility, so I have no idea why in the world it would be so pushy in making me commit a murder. I don't murder. It's as simple as that.

Of course you kill. You did murder your parent.

Stop! I yelled, refusing to think about anything else. It would only push me to kill if I did.

Then, I noticed Lucy stand freely, without the help of Hibiki. She glared at Sting. "I will take the shit you say about me. Heck, I'm not surprised. But I swear, if you say another word about my spirits I will…"

"What?" she was cut off by Sting. "What will you do? Whip me? I'm so scared," Sting half mocked, shivering in fear in a sarcastic manner.

"Silence!" Mavis yelled out, finally interfering in the quarrel.

Instantly, all eyes went to Mavis. Her voice softened as she spoke, "Sting, I understand you are upset about the loss of Lector but I don't appreciate you taking it out on Lucy, here. She hasn't done anything to be disrespected, so stop. Loke, I know it is your duty to protect Lucy, but I would prefer if fights do not break out. We all need to co-operate for the plan."

"You can't expect me to work with these pathetic Fairies," Sting growled at Mavis.

Mavis floated towards Sting, gently placing her hand on his head, her fingers intertwining with his hair.

"Please, calm down," she cooed at Sting.

He took a deep breath in, then out. His eyes instantly softened and his deep blue eyes glued onto Lucy. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"I-I am too," Lucy stammered.

"Why are you sorry?" Loke howled, his eyes harshly glaring at Lucy.

"B-because, we're both in the same pain," Lucy frowned, her eyes glued on the ground. Her eyes began to fill up with hears and she made an audible sniff.

The tears begged to fall but before they could, Hibiki spoke, "Don't cry." His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly between his arms.

"It'll be ok," he said and although he tried comforting her, I noticed the salty scent of tears fill the area. It was more than obvious, that she was still hurting.

"We will commence step one tomorrow, so for now, I need you all to rest," Mavis said as she rested her body onto a rock.


I love Sting. I really do. I love him with all my heart. I hate making him such a douche bag. I think I also owe you all a Sting chapter. Something that explains his thoughts. I've been avoiding it for so long but now...yeah. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. And Rogue's inner demon shadow thingy.

:( I really hope you enjoy the story! I am going to make it more plot driven. Since their first day is up it can become quite plot-a-fied...:)