Three days later...

"Master, there's something that's been bothering me."

Makarov looked at Sorcha. "What is it, child?"

"Ever since the temple, I've been feeling like I'm being pulled to the east. Like there's something there I need to find."

"Do you know what brought this on?"

Sorcha thought a moment. "In the temple, I had another vision. It was like a memory, like I was seeing through Druldev's sister's eyes. The strange presence that I kept feeling with the other visions, it was present in the memory, too. I think his sister, Phesoria, is trying to reach out to me somehow." She sighed, rubbing her neck. "I know it must sound strange."

"What if this is a trap?"

Sorcha shook her head. "In the memory, Phesoria was trying to stop her brother." She looked to Eoin who stood off to the side with Max and Nab. "Druldev sacrificed their brother as the vessel and she had begged him not to." She looked back to Makarov. "What if she's trying to help us? What if she's trying to lead me to something that can help us stop Druldev?"

Makarov thought a moment. "Alright, my dear. But don't go alone."

"I'll go with her." Laxus said.

Sorcha looked at him and smiled.

"Take Erza, Lucy, Natsu, Gray, and the Thunder Legion with you, too." Makarov said. "If this is a trap, I don't want you to get caught off guard."

Sorcha nodded. "Of course, Master." She looked to Eoin. "What about my brother?"

"I will keep him here and keep an eye on him." Makarov said. "Though he made us both promises, I am worried he will not keep them." He looked at her. "Which is why you're taking the others with you."

"To make sure that I'm safe and he doesn't have any reason to break his promise."

Makarov nodded. "Be careful and hurry. We don't have much time left before the ritual begins."

Sorcha nodded. "I still have Warren's card. I'll call if anything happens."

Makarov watched as she and Laxus gathered the others and hurried off. 'Stay safe, my children.'

"Where are we?"

"It's so pretty here!"

Sorcha stopped and stared, her eyes wide and teary.

"Sorcha?"

"This is..."

Laxus looked around, seeing the field of white lilies, and he understood. "This is you old home, isn't it?"

Sorcha nodded. "This is where Eoin and I lived with our parents, before they..."

Laxus squeezed her hand. "It's OK, Sorcha."

"I don't understand... why would she lead me here..?"

Laxus and the others watched as Sorcha stepped through the charred remains of her old home, looking for something. They watched as she used her magik to move the rubble out of her way before she disappeared down a set of stairs.

"Laxus, you go with Sorcha. We'll wait out here and keep watch." Erza said.

Laxus nodded and followed after Sorcha, finding her in the cellar of the house. "Sorcha?"

Sorcha was looking around, feeling the stone foundation. "It has to be here, somewhere..."

Laxus watched as she knelt and placed her palms to the floor, her eyes closed.

Sorcha opened her eyes and looked to the southern corner when broken beams and a bookshelf leaned against the wall. "Laxus, help me move this?"

Laxus helped her move the beams and the bookshelf, revealing a musty old wooden door. He watched as Sorcha closed her eyes and focused her magik on the door, a magik seal appearing and a clicking sounded as the door unlocked and creaked open. He followed her into the room, looking around and seeing it lined with shelves filled with scrolls, magik tomes, and loose papers.

"What is this place?"

"It's a secret room my mother showed me once when I was a child." Sorcha said, looking through the shelves as she let the strange presence guide her. "Her and Dad kept all of our family's records, our heirlooms, all of their materials and resources on magik." She stopped when she saw a large scroll with her family's seal. "Here."

Laxus turned and stood next to her as she lay out the scroll on the desk next to them. She pulled out her alleelite stone and lit it, giving some light to read through the scroll.

"It's my family tree." Sorcha said, confused.

Laxus looked down and saw her name and Eoin's, among other names.

Sorcha looked at her parents' name and smiled sadly, touching the inscription softly. "Jack Robasan-Kay Ind." She swallowed her tears and read out the names on the scroll. "Let's see... there has to be something here... There's Dad's parents."

Laxus looked at the names as she pointed. "Nicholas Robasan- Connie Irla."

"Then, there's Mom's parents." Sorcha tapped on her grandfather Gyrrord and her grandmother Shenedu's names. "Wait..."

"What?" Laxus looked at the names. "Gyrrord Desyre- Shenedu Dridava."

"Dridava... no, that can't be..."

Laxus looked at Sorcha, seeing confusion and fear mixed in her eyes. "Is that significant?"

Sorcha traced her family tree through her mother's side from her grandmother and all the way to the top of the scroll. "...what..?"

Laxus looked at the names at the top of the scroll. "Beredon Dridava- Ailis Summalt." He looked at the names of their children. "Phesoria Dridava-Brivus Dridava-Druldev Dridava." His eyes widened. "What?"

Sorcha stared at the names. "He's my ancestor...?"

Laxus looked through the family tree, hoping they weren't seeing what they were seeing. "Shit... that guy's related to you?"

Sorcha stepped back, her mind reeling. 'Why..? Is this what you wanted me to see, Phesoria..?'

Laxus looked to Sorcha. "Hey, are you alright?"

Sorcha nodded. "I-I think so. I need some air..." She grabbed the scroll and rolled it back up before stepping out of the room. When Laxus left the room, she closed the door and replaced the magik seal on it.

Laxus followed her back to where the others waited.

"What'd you find?" Gray asked.

"Sorcha? Are you OK?" Lucy asked, seeing her ashen face.

Sorcha looked down at the scroll. "Um, ya... I, uh... Remember when Druldev said I looked just like his sister?"

"Ya?"

Sorcha handed her the scroll. "I found out why..."

Lucy unrolled the scroll, looking at it. "It's your family tree."

"Look at the top."

Lucy looked at the top, her eyes widening. "No way..!"

"What is it?"

"Druldev is..."

"He's my uncle, twenty-four generations back..." Sorcha said, wrapping her arms around herself. "The reason he said I looked like his sister is because my mother's family is descended from her..." She leaned into Laxus as he hugged her.

"Whoah, no way. Really?" Gray looked at the scroll, seeing the names. "Damn."

Freed looked at Sorcha. "Are you alright, Miss Sorcha?"

Sorcha sighed. "I don't know... but it's all starting to make sense now..."

"Uh, guys, who's that?" Bickslow asked, pointing to the field of lilies.

Sorcha looked up to see a strange woman standing there, a soft glow around her.

"Hey, Sorcha, she looks just like you!" Natsu said, looking between her and the strange woman. "But her hair's black."

Sorcha pushed away from Laxus and looked at the woman. "You're Phesoria."

The woman nodded. "And you are Sorcha, the last of my line."

"Whoah, that's Phesoria?" Lucy asked. "But why is she here?"

"What do you want?" Erza asked.

"I mean you no harm."

Sorcha stepped closer to Phesoria, looking at her. "You're the one who's been sending me the visions."

"I am. I apologize for the pain they have caused you. Such is the price of such a gift, however."

"Why are you here?"

"Long ago, the Esluphenian people were a peaceful and prosperous one. We lived in harmony with the world around us, but some wanted more power than the Twilight God, Rinir, granted us. They began to turn to the dark magik that lured them into shadows. My brothers among them."

"What happened?" Gray asked. "What we saw in the Forsaken Temple was evil."

"Druldev was the first to fall to dark magik, convincing his followers to join him. Little by little, there were only a handful of our people who remained as they were and resisted the darkness. The more power they gained, the more it corrupted them. Eventually, the darkness turned them into demons. My mother and father tried to stop Druldev, tried to reason with him, but because they were the leaders of our people and those who remained true to their faith, he executed them for treason. He assumed our father's position as the high priest and cast out those who would not follow him. Myself included."

"That's when you met Wylen." Sorcha said, understanding as she saw the images- the memories- as they passed through her mind.

Phesoria nodded. "Those of us who were cast out chose to find a new home in the world and we found ourselves drawn to a nearby village, outside of the canyon. It was there that I met Wylen Unna and his people, who welcomed us with open arms. During our time in the village, we learned that the world Druldev and his followers described was nothing more than a lie, a facade to justify their desire for more power. We saw only light, love and compassion, honesty and loyalty instead of the hatred, greed, war, and violence Druldev told us there was. After a time, Wylen and I fell in love and were expecting a child, but we had received word from the temple that Druldev was going to bind our god to the body of a mortal, sacrificing our younger brother. I left the village and returned to the temple, trying to make my brothers see reason. Druldev did not listen, however."

"Druldev told you that you brought shame to your family by bedding with an outsider and bearing his child, that Brivus would bring honour back to the Dridava family." Sorcha said.

"Druldev turned me aside and there was nothing more I could say." Phesoria continued, sadness heavy in her eyes and voice. "When I returned to the village, the others who were cast out with me brought to my attention something that could change everything."

"What?"

"When we were cast out, among our numbers where the scholars. They had taken with them as much of the scrolls and tomes they could save, all of which had survived the culling of knowledge before the darkness took its hold. Within the tomes and scrolls were powerful spells, ones that were of light and the true nature of twilight. Including this one."

Sorcha and the others watched as a glowing ball of energy formed in Phesoria's palms. When it finished materializing, Phesoria stepped closer to Sorcha and placed it into her hands.

"This is Twilight Star. It is our people's most treasured spell, our strongest power. It is the true essence of twilight, the true form of the magik that resides within the twilight hours."

Sorcha looked down, seeing a bright white light in the center, blues, purples, pinks, oranges, yellows, and greens swirling around it. "It's beautiful."

"This was the spell I used in order to defeat Rinir and my brother." Phesoria explained. "You must stop Druldev at all costs. I was too weak from the battle to fully utilize this spell's abilities, but you, Sorcha, have the power that I could not reach. Only you can stop Druldev and restore Rinir."

"What do you mean? What am I supposed to do?" Sorcha asked, looking at her.

"You must all hurry, the hour of twilight is nearly upon you." Phesoria stepped back, summoning a magik circle that spread out beneath Sorcha and her comrades.

Sorcha looked down, seeing the magik circle form as the ball of energy was absorbed into her chest. She looked up at Phesoria as she began casting her spell. "Wait!"

Phesoria smiled. "You are not alone, Sorcha. Your friends are at your side."

"What about you?"

"If you have need, I will come." Phesoria reached the end of her spell and smiled one last time before she faded from view and Sorcha found herself in a new place, her friends at her side.

"What the hell was that?"

"Where are we?"

Sorcha looked around, seeing the Phantom Spire not too far from them. "She brought us to the Spire."

The others looked and saw the Phantom Spire looming against the sky as the twilight hour drew nearer.

"She teleported us here?"

Sorcha felt a cool wind blow through the field they stood in, sensing Phesoria was still with her in a way. She smiled and reached into her pocket, pulling out Warren's card. "Warren, can you hear me?"

"I hear you, Sorcha. What's going on? Did you find what you were looking for?"

"I did."

"That's great! You should hurry back, though, we're running out of time."

"Actually, we're near the Phantom Spire."

"What? How'd you get there?"

"I can explain later, but right now we're almost out of time. Please tell Master that we're going to the Spire and we're going to do everything we can to stop this from happening."

"I'll let him know, but Sorcha, you should know that Eoin took off not too long after you left. We can't find him anywhere."

"What?" Sorcha's chest tightened. "If I know my brother, he'll be here soon if he isn't already."

"Just be careful, OK? We're heading your way."

"Sounds good, we'll see you soon. Be safe."

Sorcha looked at her comrades. "Let's go. We don't have much time left."