~Chapter Eight~
There was an ominous feel to the air that seemed to just suddenly appear. The air felt thick and heavy; making it hard to breathe.
I look over at Rogue, Sting, and Laxus. I am hyperventilating, and no one seems to notice. I start when I see a shadow appear over them and suddenly I have a voice. I know I do because I'm screaming.
Everyone looks at me, but I'm too busy looking above them. I don't know who takes the hint, but I assume it was Rogue, because the next thing I see is the figure being thrown to the ground by another shadow, one I know well, then the shadow comes for me.
I don't know what compelled me to do it; I just knew that I had to.
I drew Veryn. Suddenly it's glowing, so I open the fan and suddenly it's bright, too bright. I close my eyes.
The air in the room then starts to feel light, and I can breathe again. Before I know it, I'm falling. I can't breathe anymore; I feel weak and dizzy. I hear people calling my name over, and over, and over again.
Then I'm warm. Natsu. I can feel it. My best friend. My brother.
Then nothing.
