Authors Note: Sorry for the poor excuse of an explanation of her feelings. Please enjoy !
I spent all day in the room slowly sounding out the words from the tomb. The enchantment was only about a paragraph in length but the new language is particular in pronunciations and with each word I find myself looking up at least a hundred other words to compare pronunciations of "letters". Convinced that I'm taking on an impossible mission I close the book and lean back onto the chair behind me holding my stack of literature. I glance at the clock and note that it's 6 O'clock at night and a certain Dragon Slayer has been absent since breakfast. I shove my book aside deciding it's time for a break anyways and head to the front desk to see if the inn owner saw where he went.
"I couldn't tell you lass, he stormed out after eating that chunk of metal you made him and hasn't been back since," is the inn owner's reply.
I wave and say a quick, "Thank you!" as I run off to the dig site. After about half an hour of walking I realize that I'm lost. It was only about a 10 minute walk to the inn from the dig site…where have I gone? Looking around in panic I realize that I'm lost in a desert with a setting sun and only my little yellow-orange dress on. I can feel the temperature dropping so I cast, "Solid Script: Wood, Solid Script: Fire" and create an impromptu bonfire. Sitting close I can feel the strain it takes on my body and know I won't have enough power to last me through the night. I sigh. I come on a mission to help out Gajeel and somehow I've managed to basically kill myself. I look around waiting for that cliché shadow to come and rescue me and realize that I'm not some princess and he defiantly isn't a prince. I think back to how nice he's been to me since the incident, even if only in his quirky ways. I was so caught up in the one bad moment that I never realized maybe he was trying to atone for his "sins" in his own way. A flush of warmth filled me as I realized I had been foolishly thinking he didn't care about me or my well-being. The warmth moving to my cheeks as I also felt a stir in my heat. I love Gajeel and I've never been able to realize it until now. So long I believed it was fear tugging at my heart and as I realized it was passion, I am able to let go of the pain from his attack. I remember now that he was in a bad guild and that, perhaps, he was being persuaded by the wrong people. I shake my head, no, that's not the Gajeel I know; he's a good guy.
Still flushing from my sudden epiphany my fire goes out, my body unable to fight the cold off from myself and the fire spell. Slowly my eyes close, but just before they do I see a shadow. Maybe I really do have a prince…