A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own Fairy Tail, Game of Thrones or anything else I write about. I make no income from this work unfortunately, it's all for the purposes of entertainment, swear.

Well readers, we've reached 10, this is the finale.

10

The names of tens of thousands vanished in half a day. The burning of Magnolia sent shockwaves across all Six Kingdoms. Guilds devoted to the faith rose up in rebellion. Every kingdom began to see an outpouring of more violence before the ash grew cold. The six Dreyar ships sailed out of port overfilled with fleeing civilians and soldiers. The sea chain is thankfully dropped before they ran the blockade. Two of the Dreyar ships are sunk quickly. Though the other four are badly damaged, they manage to break through and lose them at open sea within the day.

The northerners suffered the worst of the three attacking armies. Nearly half of their army was slain before Fairy Gate was breeched. The other half still fought on part of the vanguard within the city. Very few of their one thousand horsemen survived the charge against House Strauss. Reducing their horses down to a mere sixety-two.

Jude Heartfilia stood over the corpses of his last two male heirs. The future of his house slipping further and further away. There has still been no sign of his daughter. His fear that the flames took her like hundreds of others grew in his mind. Kardia Cathedral now stands as a smoking ruin. The bodies of the Makarov, Laxus and his wards are now on display in front of the structure.

The Ironclad took losses as well but they will cheer this victory for generations. They raped and pillaged through what was left of Magnolia. Every bit of iron found is taken. Metalicana and Gajeel roamed through the charred districts, observing. Gajeel still walked in a bit of a haze. His mind replayed the what he saw again and again.

Gajeel finally collapsed onto his hands and knees upon entering his tent. A moment he had long awaited since recovering on the Magnolia street from his strange episode. Every since waking up, shaking and confused. The Ironclad around him looked down with odd expressions. Their prince, who just moments before convulsed and babbled on his back. His eyes rolled up, showing only white.

The Blue Woman rushed forward out of his chair. So moved so quickly that the book she held fell from her grasp onto the carpeted floor. She fell to her knees beside him, gently sliding off his helm.

"Where are you hurting?" she asks.

"Ain't cut," Gajeel huffed, taking in deep breathes.

"What is the matter?" said the Blue Woman, her voice full of concern.

Gajeel's eyes went up to look in her eyes. Then scanned to the left, over her shoulder. He reeled back suddenly, having briefly seen the image on the page of the open book. Levy stared at him with a look of confusion. She had never seen him act anything like this before.

The priestess glanced back to notice the open book. She stood up and retrieved it, holding it out in front of her. The Ironclad prince recoiled away, unwilling to hold his glance on the page.

"Why do you fear them? They are not dangerous, they are known as 'The Children of the Forest,'" said the priestess.

"I saw it," Gajeel admitted with quivering words.

It was his eyes alone that witnessed the Lady of Light hovering above the burning guild hall. She decended down upon him rapidly, appearing very close to him upon his notice of her presence. Her hand reached out and disappeared into his chest, her fingers reaching into his heart. His knees buckled, causing him to fall flat on his back, his body convulsing harshly.

"You saw her?!" Levy exclaimed. "The Lady of Light came to you!?"

Frantically she flipped the pages to the front of the tome. Then lifted it up again to show him illustrations of the deity. Gajeel did not turn away with the hypnotizing emerald eyes on the page locked him in place again.

"Yes..." croaked Gajeel.

"The Lady supposedly only appears to the faithful. Why did she come to you?" Levy began in a rush, she had so many questions.

"Stopped me from fightin'" he sputtered. Then his hands pulled at his hair as he rocked back and forth. "Can't think straight anymore," he said weakly.

"She appeared only to you?" Levy asks next.

Gajeel nodded, though he said nothing to his men about what he saw. He knew that if they witnessed what he witness, felt as he felt, they would not be silent about it. He looked up at the Blue Woman in a profound new way. Her words illuminating the path towards a new way.

XxXxX Iced Shell XxXxX

Lyon arrived back at Iced Shell with the remainder of the Fullbuster forces. He rode on horseback through the city next to his few officers and knights. The rest were on foot, trudging slowly through the thick snow. Even though they claimed victory, losses were far heavier than expected and overall morale was quite low. The death of the prince casted a long shadow over the campaign. Thus the return home rapidly became much more somber than the departure. The crowds in the streets watched them march through as a funeral procession.

Lack of provisions and numerous faith militia raids in the night left many soldiers starving and poor on the long march home. Lyon held the situation together with force, having the soldiers flogged who fell asleep on watch. Several of the horses they could no longer feed were butchered for their meat. Lyon's horse had now grown so malnourished and weak, that it appeared ready to collapse under his master's weight.

They reached the stables outside of the main palace. Their horses were covered and fed at last. Lyon and those few meant to return inside the keep climbed the icy steps upwards. The massive oak doors that barred the fridged cold from entering were opened to allow them through.

"Gray-sama, where is Gray-sama?" Juvia questioned, worry evident as she came nearer. Her wide blue eyes frantically searching for him.

Lyon stiffened, knowing how difficult this would be.

"Juvia...he has fallen," the bastard muttered weakly, tears ready.

Juvia closed the distance quickly, reaching her hands out to grab the sides of Lyon's arms.

"Gray-sama?! WHERE IS GRAY-SAMA?!" she wailed, shaking him furiously.

"What is all this noise?" said Ur Fullbuster as she entered the hall, walking towards them.

The hall went silent immediately upon the arrival of the Ice Queen in the North. Everyone in the hall went rigid and bowed. She dressed in simple elegance, as a Lady from the north should. Thick pelts of beasts that she herself hunted and skinned lined her figure. She carried an aura of strength and confidence, gained by a lifetime of harsh life in the far north. Yet she is still beautiful, now in her fortieth year and has long since been unmarried. Ur preferred it this way however, she preferred to rule alone.

"Where is Gray? Why is he late?" she spoke severely, her eyes not finding him. "And why is it that you're here?" she said to Juvia with little to no kindness when her eyes landed on her.

"My Queen," Lyon said with trembling words, he fell to his knees, head down. "The Prince has fallen."

Part of Ur broke apart at that very moment. It was a pain that was so sudden and harsh that she refused to accept it. Juvia fell to the floor in a fit of sobs. After a few seconds Ur regained her composure enough to let out a low, "Where is he?"

Lyon couldn't look his adopted mother in the eye, his neck could not be willed upwards. Even though he had prepared and rehearsed thoroughly for this, he couldn't do it. Tears streamed down his own face. "We were targeted by assassins," Lyon choked out with rough words. "His body was lost."

"You left my son's body dead in a foreign land with nearly all of my soldiers," said Ur with a deadly tone, staring through him. "...You're lying...I know when your lying!"

Ur lunged forward and seized Lyon's face. Ur tilted his head upwards, nails on his cheeks and jawline. She forced him to look at her in the eyes from his submissive position. The anger in her eyes grew crazed as her sharp fingernails dug into Lyon's skin.

"He has fallen," Lyon repeated again, tears replaced by fear.

"He is not dead! I'd know if he was dead! I'd feel it!" she screamed. "What did you do!?"

"W-we we-were set up-pon," Lyon struggled to say, Ur's nails pressed deeper. "He fell from th-the mountain-n-ahhhh!"

"Liar!" Ur roared, a few of her nails beginning to draw blood. "You're lying to me bastard!"

"I-I-I sw-w-swear!" cried Lyon as he struggled to draw her hands back. His body writhed under her grasp, desperately fighting to ease the pain.

Juvia still had not stopped her wailing since she started.

"Why is the kitchen slut still in my hall!" she screamed again, facing Juvia. "Get. Her." Ur seethed, looking to a guard standing at his post.

The guard moved forward and roughly grabbed the girl by her arm. He yanked her upwards, trying to get her up and on her feet to walk. She refused, she didn't care, now that her Gray-sama is gone there is no point. Yet she screamed out in pain when the guard gripped the back of her neck and began dragging her away.

"Don't hurt her!" Lyon screamed out, unable to bear it any longer.

"Stop!" Ur suddenly commanded the guard. "Bring her here."

The guard happily complied to rid himself of the burden and dragged her back to release her at his Queen's feet. Ur released Lyon as well, she unsheathed a slim dagger at her waist and took hold of Juvia. She pulls the savage girl up to her knees.

"Is this why?" Ur questioned madly. "This kitchen slut!" she shouted as she gripped Juvia's hair, forcing her head back, drawing the dagger to her throat. Juvia momentarily stopped crying when fear opened her eyes wide and tightened her throat shut.

"Don't!" Lyon shouted in desperation, "Don't please!"

Lyon didn't dare move forward, nor anyone else.

"Where is my son!" Ur spoke with the same deadly seriousness.

"I-I-" Lyon struggled for which words to say with Juvia's life in the balance.

"Juvia is pregnant!" Juvia stammered in a panic before Lyon could speak. "Only Gray-sama..." she added, barely above a whisper.

All within the hall became remained frozen. Ur tightened her grip on the dagger pressing into Juvia's neck.

"This is why?" Ur questioned lowly again.

"N-No-No, I-I swear!" Lyon cried.

Ur pulled her dagger away and threw Juvia down headfirst.

"More bastards," she muttered. "I never wanted to believe the rumors. I never wanted to believe that my only son was seduced by a savage...in my very halls..." Ur finished, her anger beginning to fade before sorrow.

"Did anyone witness my son's death?" Ur questioned sharply upon turning back to those gathered in the hall.

"Yes!" Lyon spoke thankfully, "My Lamia guard fought."

"Good, seize them!" the Ice Queen shrieked. "Take them to the dungeons!"

"What?!" Lyon scrambled to stand. "What are you doing?!" he demands when the guards in the hall grab hold of all three of them.

"Torture them separately, see if they tell the same tale," Ur commanded to the guards who held them.

"You can't do that!" Lyon demanded. "We've fought, we've done nothing wrong!"

"Can't I bastard?" Ur said, moving to tower over him. "Until I know the truth, you'll be down there too."

Lyon's face fell in terror and dismay. Plated guards took hold of his arms and pulled him away with the others.

"No you can't!" Lyon cried out. "Noooo! Unhand me! I lead our forces to victory! I am the prince! Noo!" but all his words were in vain. Nobody in the hall came to his aid.

Ur turned and walked away as they were dragged out of the room. She spared one last cold look at Juvia before leaving the main hall. She nearly made it out of the room before her tears came.

XxXxX Wraitus XxXxX

Lord Metalicana Redfox feasted at the center of his hall with the victorious Ironclad elites. The hall is crowded with many long tables covered by meat, ale, and large hairy men. They celebrated with their songs and later on their fists. The Ironclad Lord had not feasted in the main hall for some time now. Thus did not understand the change in the atmosphere of the room. The men were not as uncontrollable as normal, especially during a celebration.

Eventually he found the reason. The Blue Woman sat next to his first born son. The attitude of all the men around her is much less belligerent. Normally a girl like her would have passed around the room at least once by now. Yet not one of the men in the entire hall moved to claim her. In fact, they avoided her stare.

The night continued on, with more drinking and fighting. Gajeel occasionally getting up to knock someone unconcious. Still not one bit of harm came towards the petite defenseless girl. The Lord of Wraithus kept his silence on the matter until late into the night. When the hall is nearly empty, he called to his son as they both rose to leave.

"I believe I told you to send her away!" Metalicana shouts at Gajeel. "A temple slut whose members we slaughter is not meant to sit among us!"

Levy looked down, her eyes looked pained as if on the verge of tears. This offended Gajeel more than anything else that happened so far this night. His rage is quick to appear in his drunkeness. Surprisingly, he bit it back before he spoke.

"I prefer her," Gajeel said simply.

"Prefer," Metalicana sneered, more than a little drunk himself. "She teach you that."

"You did," Gajeel spat on the floor.

Metalicana rose from his throne at the offense. He approached his son directly.

"The first slut who would fuck you twice without screaming in terror," Metalicana says venomously. "And this causes you to disrespect me so."

Gajeel kept his silence again. Levy wanted to speak, but knew it would likely make matters worse. Metalicana stopped a short distance from his son in the middle of the hall before continuing.

"The men say that this Blue Woman whispers into your ear as you sleep. They hear her muttering her prayers in the dark. They think she tells you commands and you obey. You are casting aside our traditions for this?!"

"I've seen things..." Gajeel said lowly. "Things that have meaning...a purpose."

Metalicana shook his head at his son's words.

"You've always been stupid. Always you have been so easy to sway and manipulate. Do you know why that is?"

Gajeel's eyes lit in anger again. His father spoke on before he could say anything.

"Because you never carry a thought in your head! You are just a brute, a savage boy who has forgotten respect!" Metalicana shouted him down. "Now this girl will suffer worse for it ," he pointed at Levy. "Every man that has her will get 100 jewel!" the Redfox Lord shouted to the dozen or more remaining in the hall.

Only one of the men, who is at Wraithus for the first time, approaches the priestess. Gajeel takes hold of his weapon lying upon the table. With one hand he lifts it high and smashes it back down. The blunt weapon crashed through the wood surface, collapsing the rest of the table. The one who came close stuffed his cock back and shuffled away.

"Have you all lost you're nerve!" Metalicana decried, turning to see all the Ironclad remaining still.

"There are better ways," growled Gajeel.

"You're drunk," says Metalicana. "You don't know what you're doing. We'll speak in the morning."

Metalicana turns sharply and begins to walk away. Gajeel raises his weapon again, this time with both hands. He hammers the weapon down bludgeoning the back of his father's head. Metalicana collapses to his knees and falls forward. Nobody else in the hall makes a move, the hall is completely silent.

"Gajeel..." a quiet warning tone came from The Panther. His eyes are conflicted, his actions unsure. He kept his grip on his sword hilt but he didn't pull it.

"Bla, baa...you.." sputtered out of Metalicana's bloody mouth.

Gajeel used his weapon to turn his father over onto his back. He lifted the weapon high again with both hands. Still the hall remained static, seemingly frozen in time. Not a single bit of sound is made by anyone other than Metalicana.

"Tradition, Father...any final words," Gajeel spoke without any emotion.

"Y-Your eyes...sa..say everything...son..."

XxXXxX

Gray Fullbuster awoke again in immense pain. He did not know how long he had been there. He stopped wondering a while ago, now he hardly cared. He laid betrayed and broken at the feet of the mountains. He pleaded for death to release himself from the pain. Unfortunately for him, he lacked the strength to do it himself. He laid there quietly, staring up at the sky, waiting for the end.

"Keep up the pace!" he heard shouted out.

Gray could not turn his head or cry out. He did his best to mumble out sound, but it was not enough. Gray is unaware of the pair of crows currently picking at his leg. It is only when he heard them caw. Luckily the sounds of many footsteps on the gravel mountain base seemed to be coming nearer.

"There's something here!" a different voice shouts.

The northern prince hears many screams then as many figures come into view. His eye sight is now very weak, he can barely keep his eyes open.

"He looks familiar!" one says above him.

"Aye, I think I recognize him too," says another.

"He is the prince of Fullbuster house," says a third voice, one Gray found familiar. "And he's still alive, get the Maester!"

"What is he doing out here?" Gray heard, everything before him dimming.

"He can't really still be alive?" a girl's voice said in horror.

His body is twisted and broken from the fall. Most of his armor stripped, blood soaking the ground beneath him. Yet they could all see the slow rise and fall of his chest.

"Best end it," Gray heard a voice say, causing him to wake from his haze.

"No!" he heard another voice defend, closer to him.

Gray's eyes opened wider, his vision cleared enough for him to recongize the man. Gildarts Clive, a fellow knight he ventured many times with in the north. Gray could not turn his head to see the others. Though his peripheral vision caught a hint of pink.

Then another head of pink appeared before him. An elderly woman began to examine him. Gray continued to try and form words. He tried to say anything, but the words ceased in his mouth.

"He is the prince of House Fullbuster, the only one," Gildarts said again, this time to the elderly Maester. "Save him, Porlyuscia," the knight pleaded.

"I cannot work miracles," she responded sternly as she worked.

"We have to go! There isn't time," said a voice that Gray is still unsure of.

"Clear space on the cart, I will do what I ca-" Porlyuscia began.

"The cart is overloaded," said the previous voice, now clearly frustrated.

"Then we will carry it ourselves," Gildarts said as he rose up.

"You'll carry it."

"Natsu, understand what you do," he stressed. "This is the heir of a great house. The house that attacked us."

"Yea," Natsu grunted, pulling his knife. He leaned forward over the elderly Maester.

"A prisoner! Natsu!" Gildarts pleaded, stopping him. "A valuable one that we need right now."

Natsu took a moment before he sheathed his knife. "Fine, not like he's going to survive anyway," he said staring down at his body.

The Maester worked quickly to stop his bleeding and set his body straight. He is set upon the flat end of a woodcart as carefully as possible. The northern prince grimaced with new pains as the rough stone path refused to let his body rest.

Gray felt everything darken again. He heard many voices call to him as he felt himself slipping away. The pain eased as a numbness began to crawl upwards from his toes. Then a light followed by a sudden warmth. He felt ready to go, to die. He wished to be released from this world. The numbness now took his sense of pain away completely. Gray felt a transition as if he past into the afterlife, the thoughts in his mind were jamming. All sound erased to his ears, he felt completely alone.

However the light did not ebb away at his life. More time passed before Gray realized he wasn't dead, at the very least he did not think he was. The brightness forced his eyes back open. The clear sky above is devoid of light, everything is washed in negative. Making his sight appear otherworldly. The bodies of those around him look like faceless wisps of smoke. He still felt grounded and trapped within his body.

Then he heard a whisper of his name but it came from no particular direction. Gray is able to let his head fall to side. He sees that he is near the shore of a narrow river. The water is washed in negative light, same as the sky. There is only a mininum of light at the boundaries. She appeared then, rising out of the shallow water. Gray's eyes widened and he immediately went into a fit of seizures. His eyes remained opened wide, showing only white.

To everyone else it appeared that is convulsing out his last bit of life. They are nearly at the ship now. Lucy dropped what she held to steady him from falling. Gildarts seized his lower body, cursing and pleading. Lord Clive cried out for the Lady of Light to save him.

Beneath the white glow of his eyes he saw her. She skipped lightly, almost playfully across the water's surface. Though her delicate bare feet never touched the water. Her toes stopped short, forcing a small circular ripple to expand outwards. Her full emerald eyes fell upon him and his body stilled.

"You brought war and death to my family," said the Lady of Light.

Gray heard the words, though her mouth never moved. The words seemed to reverberate only within his mind. Her words sound soft and gentle. The Fullbuster prince could not form words or thoughts. Still he tried his best to shake his head 'no' and began trembling as he did so.

"But I see," echoed the Lady of Light as she halted. "I see all things. I see your heart."

His body felt as if he is floating. Gray forces his eyes from her to see the spectre of a ship he is being carried towards.

"Reach me there," she said, extending her arm towards him. Her small fingers outstreched, yearning for him.

"Reach"

The world suddenly snapped back to normal. Gray's pain returned with savage intensity, nearly enough to stop his heart. His eyes are open and see that he being carted to a small ship.

"You're still with us," Lucy said thankfully over him. "It's not much further now, you have to stay strong."

Gray's mouth mumbled, his fingers moving. The Lady of Light is no longer upon the water. But he carries a sensation that she is still partially there.

"Rea-r-rea...re...reach," he muttered weakly.

Lucy and Gildarts's eyes went wide as their ears went closer to hear him. Gray kept his stare where he last saw her. His right hand shook, taking so much strength to reach out in that direction. He repeated it over and over, his voice seemingly in a trance. He managed to force his arm out. His body is now being carried upon wood that previously served as the back of the cart. They carry him towards a narrow plank to board the ship.

He mumbles more but they cannot understand him. He does not want to leave on the ship, he knows that he has to reach her. No matter the pain, he must reach her. His efforts redoubled, rocking his whole body to get off of the crude stretcher. Carefully they stepped upwards on the planks.

"Calm yourself Gray!" Gildarts shouted out, he reached out to steady him.

"He wants off, can't you tell?" said Natsu.

He steps to the side and flips the stretcher Gray laid upon out of their hands. The Fullbuster prince falls two meters face down on the rocky sand below. He lands with a sickening crunch of bones breaking. His right arm still laid out in front of him.

"Natsu!" Gildarts shouted, horrified by what he had done. Lucy turned away, willing herself not to cry anymore in front of him. The tide brought the water up quickly on the shore.

"Let's get him," Lucy said softly.

"Yea," Gildarts said gruffly, giving a hard look at Natsu.

The water inched higher, crashing up to splash on Gray's outstretched hand. An unmistakable sensation rang through him where the water touched his skin. The feeling of renewed life and strength. Gray's fingers reached into the wet sand to try and pull himself forward.

"Look!" Gildarts nearly shouted, putting his arm out to stop Lucy.

Another swell of water crashed upon the shore, washing over the top of Gray's hand and forearm. His arm propelled him forward, his mind only focused on reaching her. His head passed under the waters surface. His left arm went down to push him the rest of the way to fully submerge himself. The Fullbuster prince leaped up out of the shallow water on his feet, perfectly rejuvenated.

XxXxX

Ah yes...the finale of the first season. Second season is ? So it may be a while before the next season is out, but rest assured it will be. Perhaps around the time season 7 comes around. I enjoy the PMs with readers about this fic, always encouraged if you liked it and have input for the next installment.

I plan on giving the chapters titles but before I do I'm curious to a list a reader would make. So anyone who liked it enough to think of interesting titles-PM about it. I'll gladly credit the ones I use.

I may add another update with notes and misc. details to fill in more on the story.