Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail only Juneaux Dreyar and any other OC characters.

Prologue

Gentle cries echoed loudly through a practically empty room. A slim tall elderly woman with pink hair, tied in a bun on the back of her head by two large pins with crescent moon-shaped edges, stood somberly beside the bed. Her sad reddish eyes look at the pale woman on the bed and then shifted towards the crying baby.

"I'm sorry Ivan, I did everything I could. But, unfortunately your wide did not survive." Porlyusica whispered regretfully.

"What about the brat, is he ok?" Ivan questioned bluntly eyeing the crying infant indifferently.

"The baby is fine. But, it's a girl." Porlyusica corrected him, glaring slightly at Ivan for the indifference he held for his wife's death.

Ivan growled, walking over to the crying child. He glared angrily at her. He looked at her beautiful short gold hair and the obvious features of a girl.

"Tsk, I guess her brothers would have to do." Ivan muttered annoyed.

Ivan left the crying child behind as he walked towards the door.

"What are you doing?! Do you plan on just leaving your daughter here alone?!" Porlyusica growled angrily, stopping him from leaving the room.

"She's useless to me. I needed a boy." Ivan replied bluntly.

Suddenly the door slam opened, Makarov practically ran into the room. He looked over at the bed and his eyes sadden at the sight of his lifeless daughter-in-law. His ears suddenly perked up at the sound of a crying child. He walked over to the crying child happily and Porlyusica gently picked up the crying child, handing her to Makarov. Makarov happily held his first granddaughter, gently rocking her, hoping to calm her down. Ivan scuffed loudly at the affectionate scene and made his way towards the open door.

"Ivan! Where are you going?! This is your daughter! She needs her father now more than ever!" Makarov yelled angrily at his son.

"Like I told the old hag, the brat is useless to me as a girl." Ivan stated bluntly walking out of the room.

Makarov glared angrily where his son once stood. But his attention was quickly brought back to his crying granddaughter. Makarov gently rocked her back and forth, trying to calm her down.

"It's ok my child, your grandfather is here. I'll always be here for you my Juneaux." Makarov whispered happily, gently pulling her closer to his chest.

I felt someone shake me roughly, making me groan tiredly. I groggily tried to remember why I was sleeping and why I felt so damn tired.

"Hey, June, wake up."

I recognized that annoyed voice, it sounded like my annoying older brother. No, but it can't be. Gramps excommunicated him from the Guild a couple of months ago.

I groaned again trying to open my heavy eyelids. Wait, where am I anyways? I searched through my foggy mind, trying to remember what had happen before I fell asleep.

Then it all came back like a tidal wave. The S-Class Promotion Trail. Grimoire Heart. Acnologia.

My eyes snapped open and I quickly sat up looking around the dense forest area of Tenrou Island.

"Holy shit." I muttered shocked. I looked myself over and realized I was still all bandage up from my injuries from earlier. "The hell happen? How did we stop Acnologia?" I muttered shell shocked. "Shit, I thought I died." I whispered mostly to myself.

"Somehow we didn't." I heard my brother muttered just as confuse from beside me.

I turned to look at him shock, "Laxus?" I question bewildered, but then remembered he had shown up and helped us against Grimoire Heart. "Right, you showed up and helped us defeat the second master. Acnologia showed up…then I can't remember crap." I mumbled mostly to myself, rubbing my aching head.

"It's June and Laxus!" I heard someone shout happily from the top of the ditch where we were sitting.

I looked up confused at who was yelling our names like crazy. The bright sun glaring angrily into my eyes. I squinted my eyes trying to see who was running down the hill. I was suddenly tackled to the ground in a tight bear hug.

"Oh my god, you're alive June!" the woman sobbed happily into my chest.

I groaned out painfully as the woman continued to cry, I blinked a couple of times confused trying to figure out who the hell tackled me down.

"Hey, get off her, you'll smother her. She's injury!" I heard Laxus protest annoyed.

"Bisca, he's right, let her breath!" I hear another familiar voice say sheepishly.

"Bisca?" I whispered confused. I look at the messy pool of green hair. "BISCA!" I shouted happily hugging her back and Bisca hug me back tighter.

"I can't believe it! Alzack, they're all alive!" Bisca continued sobbing happily.

I stared at her confused for a moment when the word alive echo through my mind.

"Alive?" I whispered stunned.

I glance over at Laxus who just shrugged his shoulders just as confused. I looked at Max and Warren who tearfully stood around Laxus, but carefully watching their distance as they dance happily around him. That's when I realized something, they looked older. I looked at Bisca, she also looked like she had gotten older.

'But, that's impossible…we're the same age! What the hell is going on?!'