I nod my head at the man. "Yes sir."

The man stands up and walks toward me. My head is full of thoughts. What if he doesn't like me? What if he makes me leave? What if..

He shoves his hand out in front of me. "Hi Lucy I'm Makarov! Sorry I couldn't meet you sooner i wanted you to rest." he greets.

"O-oh it's no problem," I stutter out. I smile as best as I can as I thank the gods that he didn't yell or exclaim that i had to leave camp immediately.

"Welcome to Fairy Tail Lucy. I hope you enjoy it here. You may return to Natsu to start your training," He says as he makes his way over to his desk to sit down.

I give a smile wave "Nice to meet you!" I say with a smile as i make my way out of the tent.

I turn my head to look around. Natsu is nowhere in sight and everyone i know seems to be gone somewhere. Although I know nobody, there are still people bustling around working on packing up the camp. Its then that i remember we're moving camp tomorrow. I really need to find Natsu. I decide to head in the direction of the tent where natsu and the man from earlier where located. My thoughts shift to Natsu and the man. Why is he here? What does Natsu want with him? Why was he yelling?

Thoughts swim around in my mind making me even more confused. After about two minutes i come to a conclusion. The only reasonable explanation for him being here is that they are just trying to get information on the central city, and they will kill him later. This puts me at ease and i walk leisurely around camp, looking for signs of Natsu.

"Looking for someone lovely lady?" a voice from behind me asks. I turn to see a tall teen with ginger hair blue tinted glasses and a dark green parka.

"Uh ya actually. Do you know where Natsu is?" I hesitantly answer.

"Why waste your time with him when you could be with me," The mysterious teen cooes as he slides closer to me.

Feeling uncomfortable, I try to wiggle away from the ginger. "I just need to find Natsu," I push away from him, but he grabs me once again and i am pulled into his arms.

"The names Loke. What might you be called fair maiden?" He sweeps his hand across my now scarlet face.

"L-"

"Lucy!" A familiar voice yells. I turn to see natsu off in the distance jogging toward me.

"Lucy. What a celestial name,"

By now I'm over his nonsense and I waste no time delivering a powerful Lucy Kick to his gut in order to get away from his grasp.

"Creep," I mutter. I look over at Natsu who has since slowed down.

"Wow Luce," He looks impressed.

"So what did master say?" Natsu questions eagerly.

"He just wanted to say welcome that's all," I respond nonchalantly. "Oh, now that Erza's gone, mind telling me about that guy? The one in the tent?" I stop to raise a brow and my hand goes to my hip.

"Well…" He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "You weren't supposed to know. Like at all actually." He shifts his position. "Erza wanted to keep it a secret for a while." I can tell he's stalling. " I mean we just wanted to ask some questions but we kinda got more than we bargained for."

His last line makes my heart stop. "What do you mean? What did he say!? Natsu did you kill him? You realize that now the entire camp is in danger! Wh-"

"Luce calm down sheesh! Everything is taken care of no need to worry ok?"

I look at im skeptically. "Ok… If you say so.."

"Good!" He gives me a toothy grin and grabs my arm. "Let's go!"

"Natsu where are you taking me?"

"Training of course! I mean you gotta figure out what your role in the camp is!"

And with that we're off running through the trees to an unknown destination.

XxX

After what felt like 30 minutes or so, we arrive at a small opening with a brook flowing through it. The sun shines brightly through the trees and small patches of snow here and there can still be seen. It hasn't snowed since the last time, which felt like so long ago. I continue to take in what's around me. Sparkly white snow, a crisp clear stream, pink and white flowers dotting the yellow green grass, and the soft humming of morning birds still out late in the day. I am surprised they haven't flown south, but it is an early snow so maybe they're waiting.

Something catches my eye. A little white ball of fluff runs out of the brush and falls face first into the snow before rolling around, standing up, and running toward me.

"Plue!"