Hello dear readers! I know I said this story would end in this chapter, but I found too many things to finish in this fic to fit in one chapter so I wrote two!

Thank you all for the endless support and enjoy reading ^^

Thanks for always proofreading this story Chrissy


Cana woke up with a banging headache. She was still in the same position she had been crying in this morning. She slowly pushed herself up, her eyelids crusted with dried-up tears. Through the haziness of her tired eyes, she looked out her window, all she could make up was that it wasn't night. What time was it?

As she sat up straight, she found herself lying on a piece of paper. It was all crumpled up and even had a tear in a corner. It was the job request she had held onto as she fell asleep. Reality hit her even harder than it had this morning when she visited his apartment. He was gone.

Part of her wanted to lay down again; nothing mattered anyway. Cana couldn't wrap her head around all that had happened. Everyone had their mind wiped except for her. He could have disappeared flawlessly. But he didn't.

If only he did. Then she wouldn't be lying here exhausted by tears and cries. If every thought of him had left her mind, she would have woken up just like any other day before they got to know each other.

She thought back about how he had mentioned going on a mission for Makarov some time ago. How important can a mission for gramps possibly be? Her heart skipped a beat when a sudden thought struck her mind; what if he just wanted to leave the guild?

She shook her head; her thoughts were escalating. She stood up to open her window. The gentle warm winds and sunshine of yesterday had made way for clouds and chilly air, as the wind came blowing from the snow-covered Mt. Hokabe. Aimlessly she tied up her hair and changed into a warmer vest. From her desk, she grabbed a notebook and a pencil. She needed a plan. Someone must know where he is.

The first thing that came to mind was to go straight to the master. He should know about Mest's whereabouts, right? But if this mission were supposed to be top secret, he would not spill any information. He might be shocked to learn Mest had failed to alter her mind.

She started to write down all that must have done to execute this. All traces that he must have erased to make sure everyone would not remember a thing about him. His house had been empty, and he had planned to wipe everyone's mind at night to make sure he knew everyone's location before teleporting himself. He had thought of everyone and everything. She couldn't have been the only mistake he made. Her already aching head felt like it could burst.

She stood up, longing for some food and enough water to ease her brain. As she opened her fridge, her eye caught the pictures and newspaper items that were taped to its door. In the middle, next to a photo of her first birthday in the guild, a news item in colour stood out. A man with ginger hair smiled broadly at her.

Her jaw almost dropped when she realised it—her father.

She ran back to her notebook and started scribbling. He couldn't have possibly known Gildarts' whereabouts. Quickly, she wrote down all she currently knew about his current quest. She'd overheard many guild members talking about it. It had been the first time in decades that someone had taken on a hundred years quest. A quest that didn't take a century, but required such a strong mage that it only appeared once every hundred years. Since the guild's funding two hundred years ago, nobody had ever completed one, and some even never came back.


With a bag filled with clothes, food, and booze, Cana walked her way towards the station. According to the latest news, Gildarts had been spotted around Hargeon. The clouds above her had started to pack, and it wouldn't take long until the rain would arrive. She had to hurry. There was just one stop she had to make before leaving on her journey.

She walked up the few steps of stairs that led to a little house. The door opened just seconds after she knocked on it twice. In the door opening stood the oldest of the Strauss siblings.

''What are you doing here?'' she sneered, ''if you want to take Elfman on a quest again, then you can forget about it.''

Cana had to contain herself. If there was one person that could make her blood boil with her attitude, it was Mira. ''I was looking for Lisanna, is she home?''

''Lisanna!'' Mirajane yelled as she turned her head towards the stairs, ''You've got a guest!''

Quickly her little sister came running down the stairs. Her messy hair and clothes that consisted of half of her pajamas made clear that she was in a hurry. ''I'm so sorry Cana, I don't have time,'' she said, ''the three of us are just about to leave on a quest, and I haven't packed all my bags yet.''

''That's okay, I just needed to tell you something.''

She raised a brow. ''Tell me something?''

''I need some fresh air and will spend some days at sea,'' Cana said with the most forced smile on her face she could pull off, ''just so you know, in case someone misses me at the guild.''

Lisanna looked at her as if she had just spit out sentences in a foreign language. ''I'm glad you let me know, but why am I the one you need to tell?''

Shit. Cana remembered now. She never used to be close to Lisanna until she befriended Mest. How could she have been so stupid?

''Because...'' she started her sentence slowly to come up with an answer, ''...you... were the only one living on the way to the station.''

Lisanna had already opened her mouth to say something back, but was pulled aside by her brother. ''I thought we agreed on not talking to her anymore,''

''For the last time Elfman, it wasn't her fault!'' Lisanna said as she stepped between the two. ''No one in the guild would ever let their friend down to advance in the S-class trials. It was an accident.''

Cana had no idea what this was all about. She was great friends with Elfman. Then it hit her. Of course. The S-class trials. The memories of it must have changed too for everyone, except for her.

''I won't be bothering you any further,'' Cana said as she turned on her heels, ''good luck on your quest.''

''Cana!'' Lisanna yelled, following her down the stairs, ''let's have a drink when we get back.''

Cana smiled. ''Only if it's more than one!'' she yelled back.


''Could you please restrain Natsu a little bit more, gramps?'' Mest said, lazily hanging against the wall, ''I think you've seen the bills for all the property damage this month alone.''

''I know, I know.'' Makarov combed his wrinkly fingers through his hair. It has been hard to arrange a meeting in the Magic Council itself, but it was most certainly necessary. Meeting up somewhere else would cause suspicion. Makarov wanted to say something, but all of a sudden, Mest let out a hiss of pain and reached for his forehead.

''Why do you insist on wiping your own memory too between every meeting?'' Makarov asked, watching Mest sit down with his hands clamped around his head, ''The pain it causes your brain must be unbearable.''

''It just makes the job easier if I don't think about everyone,'' he groaned.

Makarov let out a deep sigh. ''If this job is too tough for you, then please let me know.''

''I'm fine, really!''

Makarov sat down next to him. ''Have you gathered any information yet?''

''It's progressing slow,'' Mest said as he rubbed his temples, ''I must first focus on working up my ranks so I will have more authorization.''

''Your magic has worked like a charm,'' Makarov said with admiration in his voice, ''I've had no one mention your name ever since you left.''

Mest started to sweat nervously. ''Oh really?'' flashbacks of breaking down into tears in Cana's room played behind his eyes. ''I-I'm glad!''

''There is just one thing I can't seem to let go of. I assume you didn't manage to find Gildarts?''

''I didn't, but he won't be back for a long time, will he? He has taken on that hundred years quest.''

The guild master nodded in agreement. ''Besides, he has no ties to anyone in the guild except for Natsu and Lisanna. It's not like someone would go looking him for him, right?''

The sweat on his back suddenly turned cold. He laughed sheepishly. ''Yeah, that'd be... unfortunate.''