*runs around in circles waving arms in the air* AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!1!1 I'M SO SO SORRY I'M LATE! But my family kept dragging me away from my computer… SORRY! *stops running.* So ladies and gents, I hope you were looking forward to the next chapter, 'cause here it is! Little Wendy is first up, then we have some more of Lucy with Erza checking on Levy, and then back to Charle and Wendy. – AMS

As Wendy and Charle walked away from the Conbolt's igloo like-home, the blue haired dragon turned and waved, smiling shyly. Romeo and his father, Macao waved back, calling farewell and to "Come back soon!" To which she blushed and walked faster, still waving over her shoulder.

She, Charle, and the Conbolt family had enjoyed a lovely dinner of smoked salmon, some type of greens from the sea floor that Romeo's mother, Tessie, had collected herself; and watered down mead. After, Macao and Tessie had told some stories, including a few embarrassing ones about Romeo that made his ears burn red. Wendy had thought it was cute.

The last story they told was a rather strange one in Wendy's opinion. It was an ancient legend from before the founding of Fiore, some thousands of years ago. It spoke of a time when Faerie, Selkie, Fawn, Dragon, Siren, Centaur, and every race under the stars had lived together in peace under one very old and very wise Pixie King. The legend also told of a time when peace would come again to the entire world, the spirit of the old unions brought into the new world by unlikely heroes.

Wendy had been shocked by this old tale, none had spoken of it in the cavernous halls of the dragons. "Wendy," Charle said, shocking her out of her revelations. "Huh?" "You're thinking about that old story that Macao told last night, aren't you?"

"Yes, I mean, didn't you find it strange too? I've never heard that legend before." Charle hummed thoughtfully before replying. "True, I find it odd, but then again, you and I were both born and raised in the southern mountains. I don't think that tale was passes down there." Wendy nodded, Charle had a good point.

By now they were coming into the city, the glistening ice buildings becoming closer together and more in number. Wendy wandered the snow covered streets, looking for a town hall, Charle flying over her shoulder. They stopped an elderly Yeti, asking for directions, and he kindly pointed them towards the town hall, where the records they needed would be stored.

They sun steadily rose up over the city of snow and ice, its light reflecting off of a hundred surfaces as the two out of place young women walked its avenues. After ten minutes of walking. Wendy and Charle found themselves outside of the town hall at the base of the steps leading up to the doors.

Charle shared a look with the dragoness, before flying up towards the door, Wendy skipping up the steps behind her.

After finding an old records room in the large building, Wendy and Charle split up to look through the city's records. They each went down an aisle at the opposite ends of the room and went through the rows of files, documents and papers one at a time. They had a very long boring day ahead of them.


"Wait up, Erza!" Lucy puffed, flying after the redhead. "I know you're anxious about Levy, but I can't keep up." She pouted as she reached her friend's side. Erza flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry." "It's fine," Lucy sighed.

"We're almost there anyways!" Lucy said, perking up, pointing towards the old cottage a few hundred yards away. "Great. Jet said he'd meet up with us here. Droy too." Erza informed Lucy. As they reached the porch of Porlyusica's house, the door was pulled open by Magnolia's governor, Makarov Dreyar, the pixie.

"Girls." He greeted with a serious look on his face. "Thank you for coming." He let them into the healer's house, and Lucy walked in, rubbing her arm uncomfortably. "Levy is upstairs." Makarov told Lucy, beckoning Erza over to the side. "Erza, a word please." "Of course Master." Erza said, stepping out of the way as Lucy hurried over to the stairs and flew up; wings moving as fast as a sprite's.

As she went up the stairs, Lucy heard Makarov mumble to Erza: "Now, Porlyusica and I have a few theories on who might have done such a thing, as such, we cannot digress them to the public. I trust you will be discreet. Now, we believe…."

Then they were out of earshot, and Lucy found herself at the top of the stairs, in Porlyusica's infirmary. The upstairs loft was a large area divided by long white curtains that enclosed each bed/Patients' areas. Jet and Droy were standing outside one that was completely curtained off, and Lucy guessed that was where Levy was being treated. "What's going on?" She called, flying closer to the two slightly depressed sprites. "Oh, hey Lucy." Jet greeted, turning slightly to face her.

"Porlyusica is checking over Levy again, she wants to make sure none of the bandages came unwrapped or any cuts reopened themselves while Levy was sleeping." After saying this, a look of worry and frustration crossed over Droy's face. "She still hasn't woken up." "What?" Lucy asked in shock, darting towards the curtains, only to be held back by Jet.

"Hold on, Lucy." He said sternly. "Porlyusica won't take being disturbed lightly; and Levy needs all of her attention right now." Lucy looked back at him indignantly. With a sigh she deflated and took a step back "Fine." She crossed her arms. "What shape is Levy in right now anyway? I mean you two are the ones who found her."

"She's not doing so well; but trust me, it could have been a lot worse." A new voice spoke out from behind Lucy, who turned to see Porlyusica's disapproving stare, as she pushed the curtains open. After a moment, she snapped, "Well?!" Causing all three of them to jump back wary of the pink-haired healer's legendary wrath.

"You came to see your friend, right?!" The irritable elf practically yelled at them. They nodded frantically. "Great. First things first, I'll tell you what's wrong. Then when you go in there, there will be no yelling," The three adolescents sweat-dropped at the irony as she continued. "No messing with the bandages, and if I find out any of you are sick after you go in there, I will personally kick your asses." She glared at them. "Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am!" They said in unison. Porlyusica's gaze softened. "Now. As for what ails Levy, She has a severe concussion, heavy bruising on her wrists, and tail. Plus a few scrapes on her face, right arm and neck." Lucy pressed her hands against her mouth, once again thinking of who could would have done this to her gentle pixie friend.

"Don't worry though." Porlyusica said kindly. "I guarantee you she will fully recover. And now," She gestured to where Makarov and Erza were coming up the stairs with stern expressions. "We have our finest on the case. Whoever did this to the poor girl will be brought to justice!"

Then she stepped back and shooed them into the curtained area and began conversing with Makarov and Erza in hushed tones.

Inside the curtained partition, Jet, Droy and Lucy circled around the unconscious pixie. The bed she was laying upon was backed against a large bay window, granting access of the warm sunlight and fresh cool breeze to the small area. On the bed, tucked into a pristine white sheet Levy looked like she was asleep, dressed in the white hospital gown, if it were not for the bandages and lack of natural movement.

On the bed, Levy was lying perfectly straight and still, arms by her sides on top of the sheet. Several pillows propped up her head, which was heavily wrapped with bandages around the crown of her head and a large patch of gauze on her right cheek. Gauze was also plastered onto the crook where her chin meet with her neck.

Her limp wings were spread out beneath her, and bandages covered both of her wrists, and on her right arm, the wrappings extended up past he elbow. Taking all of this in, Lucy felt tears fill her eyes. "Oh, my God," She breathed, kneeling down next to the bed. Jet and Droy stood there in silence, but rage colored their faces and caused their clenched fists to shake.

Lucy took Levy's limp hand in her own and gazed out of the window in shock. 'I knew it was bad, but… Something like this hasn't happened in Magnolia for several decades.' She continued to clutch Levy's hand like a life line, as if it were her that was injured on the infirmary bed and not Levy.

A gentle hand was placed on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Master Makarov through tear blurred eyes, him gazing at her sympathetically. "I don't understand…" She said shakily. "This hasn't happened in like… Forever, why did it happened to Levy now?" She asked him. The small man closed his eyes and 'hmm'-ed in thought. "I'm not sure, Lucy. But she'll recover, we can be thankful for that." He said, turning his eyes on the blue haired girl on the infirmary bed.

"Yeah, but can't we be worried for her!?" Jet interjected angrily. "The nutcase that did this to her is still out there!" Jet exclaimed, gesturing out towards the world outside the infirmary window. "Calm down, Jet," Droy soothed, nodding back towards Porlyusica with a sly grin. "I'd like ta' see anyone try and get past her to get to one of her patients! She'd slap them silly!" He chuckled, causing the others to smile thinking about the comical scene, even Erza cracked a half-smile.

"Okay, enough." Porlyusica grumbled, smacking Droy upside the head. Droy smiled sheepishly and rubbed the sore spot on his head, but continued snickering.

With the mood considerably lightened, the small crowd stayed hovering around Levy; with the exception of Porlyusica, who went downstairs claiming that their voices hurt her ears. They chatted about things they'd do with Levy once she gotten better, Jet told a few jokes; and Lucy could have sworn she'd seen Levy move a couple of times when she or any of the others were speaking.

"Lucy," Erza said quietly after a while, careful not to be overheard by the others who were talking amongst themselves. Lucy looked up in surprise at the redhead, who beckoned her out into the larger space. Lucy raised an eyebrow in confusion, but followed the older fae. Pushing the curtain closed behind her, she faced her friend who was standing a little apart, with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What is it?" Lucy asked. "Lucy, I want to ask you to be careful." Erza said sternly. "What?" Lucy asked in confusion. "To be careful." Erza repeated. "Whoever did this," She gestured back towards the curtained portion where Levy was. "Is still out there. There is even some speculation," She lowered her voice so Lucy had to strain to hear. "That it might be a rogue dragon come down from the mountainside."

Lucy stood there, uncertain of what she had just heard. "A what." She deadpanned, still staring blankly at Erza. Erza continued to stand there, arms crossed, gazing sternly at Lucy. Every so often, her red and silver wings twitched, catching the light and reflecting it back into Lucy's eyes.

It was this that snapped the blonde fairy out of her stupefied trance.

"Yeah, I'll be careful." She said slowly, a memory of red bat-like wings belonging to a grinning pink-haired boy flashing before her eyes. 'Was it Natsu who did that? He seems so nice…' She looked over at the curtains. A breeze was blowing just strong enough to make the fabric flab back enough so she could see Levy's calm sleeping face, lit up by the sunlight for a moment before the cloth covered her again.

'Could Natsu really have done this? Could he really be a….. Dragon?'


It was early afternoon before the two hard workers were interrupted. "Um, excuse me young ladies," The old yeti at the doorway said, clearing his throat. Wendy looked up a tad confused. "Huh? Oh, yes, sir?" she replied. "You and your friend have been looking through those old records for several hours. I was wondering if you knew, and if you wanted to take a break for a midday meal."

Charle looked up now, giving the old yeti a confused look before glancing out a clear ice pane window to see that indeed, it was much later than she had thought. "Yes, I think we will, thank you sir." She spoke up, placing a sheet of paper between the pages of the book she was referencing to mark her spot.

The old yeti nodded before backing out of the room and softly closing the door behind him. "Wendy," Charle called. "Yes?" the dragoness responded, setting down her quill on the desktop. "Do you want some lunch? I'm sure it won't matter in the grand scheme of things if we take a small break every once in a while."

As Wendy paused to think, her stomach betrayed her by growling. Embarrassed, she blushed and mumbled an affirmative. "Great." The white exceed hopped off of her chair and began walking towards the exit, the bluette joining her as she passed, collecting her things into a small bag before she left.

Outside, the pair started wandering through the much busier streets of Vastia's Haven, and as they got further into the city, the air become thick with the sounds of merchants and vendors calling out their wares.

"Fine Fabrics!"

"Quality gems here!"

"No place better for wood works!"

Each offer was politely declined by Wendy, who was jostled and pushed by the thick crowd; and Charle simply turned up her nose haughtily, flying above the crowds but keeping an eye on Wendy, who was shorter than most of the majorly Yeti crowd.

"Sorry! E-excuse me, ooh, sorry," Wendy kept saying, bumping into many a yeti and selkie. She clutched her cloak tighter around her shoulders, wary of letting it slip and reveal her dragon wings. "Sorry!" She called again as a selkie she had ran into gave her a particularly nasty look. "Watch it Pixie!" The selkie growled out at her. Nodding she backed up, but the crowd kept jostling her a pulling her away from where she wanted to go. Wendy's breath hitched as she realized something terrifying. She had lost sight of Charle!

"Charle!" She cried out, struggling to get away from the thick crowd. "Wendy?!" A distant yell came back. "Where are you Wendy?!" there was a definite sound of panic in Charle's voice. Wendy started panicking now. Charle was scared. Charle was worried. Charle never got worried. If Charle was worried, it meant Wendy should be scared too.

Hyperventilating, Wendy tried to call out: 'I'm here!'; as she took another step backwards. The words didn't come, for as she took that step, someone else stepped on the hem of her cloak, causing her foot to get tangled in the fabric and she fell backwards into the entry way of an unoccupied alleyway. As she fell, she somehow twisted in midair so she was now falling face first to the hard icy ground. Gasping, Wendy saw the ground rushing up to meet her.

She landed heavily with a cry of pain, she had landed awkwardly on her front side and her arms were pinned uncomfortably beneath her. But the worst part was that her legs were tangled in her cloak. Which had come undone and was no longer covering her back. Her sky blue dragon wings and tail were out in the open, with no covering or garment to disguise her. The dragoness had been revealed!

Oh Noes! Wendy is out in the open! Will she be caught? Will she recover and slip away with no one noticing?! Will I ever explain what the heck Gajeel plans to do? Will Rogue and Sting ever meet up with Mikazuchi (Kagura) and Agria (Yukino) again? Will Lucy accept Natsu for who he is? aM i InSAne?!

DO anY Of yOu EVeN reaLiZE thaT tHIs iS oNlY thE SeCOnd dAY?!

Seriously a lot (9 chapters worth) has already happened, and it's only the second day in the story timeline. Just a shout out to see if you guys knew that *cough, cough* if you were paying attention *cough, cough.* – AMS