Traveling With a Lonely Immortal

WARNING: This was not beta read; I only proofread this! (Sorry for errors you may find)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

He smiled. "That's right."

Lucy looked at him, her breath caught up in her throat. It wasn't easy getting here, she knew that. But this moment—this reality, it felt very much surreal. Like perhaps, it was all just a dream.

"Y-You… You're actually here," she breathed, disbelieving. "Just like they said you would be."

Zeref furrowed his eyebrows and took a step back, bringing a hand to his head as he massaged his temples. "You were just lucky. I don't usually help mortals, much less young girls like you."

"W-Why did you show up then?"

He paused, eyes lowering. "I don't know."

Lucy stared at him and noticed, for the first time, that although he was known as the darkest mage in all of Ishgar, he didn't look that evil. He looked like a young boy, lost and alone—just like her. But first impressions weren't accurate all the time anyway.

She hid her hands behind her back, hoping he wouldn't notice that she was trembling. "M-My mother…"

"What about her?"

"A curse was placed on her," she replied, biting her lip. Her nerves were killing her but he merely nodded, urging her to continue. "I—only you can lift it."

Zeref seemed to think about this, but it was more like he dropped his head and closed his eyes. She couldn't tell if he was actually laughing at her or if he was even considering her pleas. And yet, she hoped with all her might that he did. She prayed to the skies that they grant her wish, even if it could may as well be her last one.

He lifted his head and looked at her. "You're from…?"

"F-Fiore."

Stunned, he held her gaze for a long time. "That's at the opposite end of this continent, you know."

Lucy flushed. "Yes, I know." She did know. Home was beyond her grasp, barely even touching the tips of her fingertips. It had been months since she left—five? Six? She wasn't entirely certain, but she knew it could be longer than that, not less. "Please, I only have so little time left. Lift the curse that was placed on my mother, I beg you!"

He pressed his lips into a thin line. "I will help you."

She froze. "Y-You will?"

"But on one condition."

Lucy's heart dropped in a second. She was frightened. She knew though that whatever he threw at her, she would gladly accept. If it meant healing her mother, then she was going to do whatever he wanted her to do.

She gave him a nod. "What—sure, o-okay."

Suddenly he was directly in front of her, their faces inches apart as his eyes stared deep into her soul. His smile was cruel. "You will accompany me. Be my companion for the rest of your life or else your mother dies."

She didn't let even a heartbeat pass.

"I accept."

約

Lucy watched from a distance as Zeref made his presence known to the Heartfilia Konzern. The mansion was in a frenzy, barricading windows, locking doors, closing all the lights—they were making him a significant guest even though most would have attacked him on sight.

She smiled sadly, looking on as her mother and father bowed deeply to the greatest mage of all time. She missed home. This was where she was meant to be and here she was, her journey at an end. And yet, she couldn't even let them know that she was alive, that she was here. She couldn't even tell them about her travels or how she wished she could visit them for at least once a year.

"Where is my daughter?" she heard Layla ask, her voice weak and shaky. "W-Where's Lucy?"

Zeref remained stoic. "The girl is dead. It is a curse that I also have—any living being that approaches me or is around me dies when my magic goes rampant."

There was a silence that seemed louder than anything she had ever heard of.

"You are fortunate to have her. If she hadn't begged me to save your life, I would have turned her down, regardless of whether or not she would die."

Lucy closed her eyes, shielding herself of the view of her parents breaking down. It was one of their deals—no one from the Heartfilias could know that she was still alive. Because whether it was her decision or not, they were going to go after her. One way or another, they would want to have her back.

She supposed she saw the logic in that. She didn't want her parents to think that she left them on purpose too, so this was better. She didn't really have much of a choice.

It was only a few minutes later when Layla was cured. Zeref didn't take too long. The removal of the curse was hasty and simple for a dark mage like him. Within moments, her mother was already walking, her skin healthy as though she was never ill. The bruises on her skin were gone, leaving no scars behind. Even her father couldn't believe it and already had his wife in his arms, embracing her with so much love that Lucy didn't feel any regret at all.

Although she would no longer be in the picture, she wished for them eternal happiness.

As soon as the ritual was finished, the household began to offer him gifts as thanks. Zeref took that as his cue to leave and vanished in a haze of dark wisps. He reappeared beside her, patting his robes down before meeting her eyes. It was only for a brief second before he decided to look away, and she took this chance.

"Can we…" she paused, swallowing. "C-Can I at least stay for my funeral?"

"Okay."

She smiled tearfully. "Thank you."

The wake lasted for about three days. Cousins and distant relatives visited her, crying over how she had so much left to do and yet she died at such a young age. She found it ironic how she knew none of them but they still lamented for her, as if they had the tightest bond that no one could break. Perhaps there were some who wished they had at least tried to talk to her. Somehow, it made her regret that she was never that close with her cousins. Nevertheless, it was saving them the grief, not knowing her much.

No one questioned why the casket was empty. No one even mentioned the fact that her mother was fine, like a miracle had occurred. Just a few months ago she was a ticking time bomb and was bedridden. Seeing her walk around the mansion like she was never sick to begin with raised suspicions, but no one dared to ask due to the sullen atmosphere.

It was a depressing occasion. The mansion was packed with people from daylight to nighttime and the families occupied nearly all of the rooms to stay for the burial. It was odd, watching them mourn for her death. Was this really how funerals worked? It seemed fake, like maybe everyone was just pretending to be miserable. It felt peculiar, watching people pray for her when she was just there—alive and breathing. But no one could know. No one could know that Lucy Heartfilia was never really dead to begin with.

And so she was no longer a Heartfilia. Only Lucy.

On the fourth day, it rained. She didn't know if it was Zeref's doing or the heavens, but it was a heavy downpour while they gathered outside for her burial. Every person wore black clothing and it was a solemn ceremony, something she did not want. Truthfully, she wanted an upbeat funeral. She wanted people to remember her through happy moments and smile through those times. But she was only fifteen. And fifteen years wasn't much of an experience for some, so they could only cry over her wasted years.

When the funeral was over and her relatives were beginning to leave, Lucy decided that it was time to start another journey. But where to, she didn't know. It was up to Zeref this time.

It was no longer her choice to make.

勇

The route they were taking was different from hers. It should be easier, since Zeref had the power to teleport if he wanted to, but she noticed that he avoided this and joined her in the magical vehicle. Sometimes when her magic began to dilute, he would take her place and drive the four wheeler.

"Let's stop by Tenrou Island after Crocus," he told her and she merely nodded, the conversation at an end.

Lucy leaned against the windowsill and watched another sunset. It was strange, having to watch it with someone else. She was still cautious around Zeref though and they didn't have much of a relationship—only travelers in the same vehicle. She didn't attempt to make little talk with him, afraid of how he would react. He wasn't exactly being friendly to her.

Breathing in deeply, she opted to busy herself with the map. They went west this time, going around Fiore and crossing the ocean to get to Caelum. She wasn't planning on asking him why he chose this path, but she seldom felt like she needed to.

"Do you wish to rest for the night?"

She stared at the back of his head in surprise. Blinking herself out of her stupor, she cleared her throat and said, "I d-don't mind if you wish to continue traveling, Lord Zeref."

She thought she may have heard him huff. "I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

She lowered her gaze to her lap, clenching her fists. "But…"

"Zeref is fine," he explained, sighing as he looked over his shoulder. "Get some sleep. We'll switch in a few hours."

Lucy chose to stay quiet and lied on the long bench, turning to her side. She thought it would be impossible to fall asleep with this situation. But within seconds, she was deep into slumber, the dark mage keeping a careful eye on her so she wouldn't fall.

勇

Crocus was lovely. She thought she would never be able to look around the cities and towns if she was to accompany him. He was turning out to be kinder than most people made him seem like. Smiling to herself, she took the liberty of throwing away her old clothes and bought herself a fresh set, along with a cloak. Zeref had advised her to get one if she were to travel with him.

"A magical cloak would be better," he had told her. "I can enchant it to keep you hidden when needed."

Munching on a hamburger, she reminisced about the events that unfolded this year. She thought about how in just a few months, she would be turning sixteen. Her spirits had argued with her a lot with what happened, especially Aquarius. They even refused to be summoned for some time, which complicated things when she trained. Eventually they warmed up to her once again and decided to let it be.

When they left the Heartfilia Konzern, they didn't begin their journey immediately. It took Zeref a while before he agreed that they were to start traveling. After her funeral, they spent three to four months in a cave in Mt. Hakobe. It was freezing day and night, and the Vulcans attacked nonstop.

One day, she had asked him why they were wasting time in some icy mountain.

"If you're to travel with me, you need to get used to being in danger around the clock," he had said, shaking his head before leaving her to train some more.

She did not complain afterwards, despite of the ache in her back from sleeping on the rocky ground and that she couldn't wash her clothes as often as she wanted to. When Zeref deemed her ready, they left the cave. And now here they were at Crocus, the capital of Fiore.

He wasn't really with her though. He couldn't risk being spotted in such a populated kingdom, so he chose to stay in the forests to wait for her. And she couldn't think of why he would trust her that much. She could run away any minute now and leave him (she was sure he would find her though) or she could disobey him and ignore the errands that he had given her.

Fortunately, Lucy wasn't like that and she liked to keep her word.

She was back in the forest in no time. She found Zeref reading a book inside of the four wheeler, a handful of dead flowers beside him on the floor.

Lucy looked at him before taking a seat on one of the benches. "I… uh, bought a cloak just like you advised me to," she announced, rummaging through her knapsack for the said clothing.

"Good," he commented, flipping a page. "I'll enchant it later."

She blinked and nodded, pushing her bag to the end of the bench and resting her head on it. She stretched and yawned, listening to Zeref's unconscious humming while she lifted one of his books to her face and began to read.

Halfway into a page, the book was snatched away from her hands. She jolted upright, staring at Zeref who seemed to be panicking.

"W-What's wrong? Did I do something?"

He glanced at her before saying, "No. Don't—just… read something else." He released a frustrated sigh and handed her a novel. "Here."

"O-Okay," Lucy mumbled, scratching her neck. She took the book from his hands and resumed her position, trying to ignore the fact that she had been terrified then, thinking that she had done something wrong.

Dismissing the thought, she turned to the next page and continued reading.

共

Lucy stared at the massive tree in front of them, flabbergasted and sweating from the warm weather.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, turning to Zeref who had begun to put on his black robes. She found it slightly amusing that even the strongest mage couldn't resist the heat.

"I'm just going to drop by an old friend and say hi," he answered, his tone dismissive.

Deciding that it would be best to remain quiet, Lucy followed him into the island. It was getting cooler now, a better state than when they were on the ocean with the sun nearly burning her skin off, so she chose to put on her shirt as well.

She clasped her hands behind her and yawned silently. She was tired from their trip but she didn't want him to know. Whoever this friend of his was, he or she seemed very important, for Zeref to drop by. She didn't think he was that kind of guy. Rather, she assumed he had no friends at all, no matter how unpleasant that sounded like. Hence, she didn't want to ruin his visit by declaring that she needed to nap first.

They were deep into the forest when he began to speak. "Do you know of the guild called Fairy Tail?" he inquired, genuine curiosity laced in his voice.

"Yeah." It was her dream guild. "They're the best guild in Fiore, so naturally everyone knows them. Unless they're living under a rock or something," she rambled, oblivious that Zeref had stopped to give her his full attention.

Resuming his walk, he smiled fondly at a thought that he was having. "They might be going here in two years," he replied softly, and in his eyes flashed with an emotion that no one had ever seen before. "We'll return when they come, for I have something I must do when they arrive. But for now, I suppose we can stay somewhere in the east."

Lucy, who naturally didn't have it in her to drop the conversation, decided to change the topic. "Do you ever… I don't know—do you ever think about your mortality? Or the lack thereof."

"Sometimes," he admitted, not sounding too offended or angered by her question. He slowed his pace, walking in step with her as he glanced at her. "When you're immortal, you have all the time to think about many things. Mostly they come after the curse has been activated and everything around me has died. I think about what I could have been if I weren't me. I think about all the people that I met in four hundred years and how they all come and go."

Speechless, Lucy could only stare at the dark mage. He was staring longingly straight ahead, his face holding a hint of sadness. "It didn't take a hundred years to realize that this was truly a curse, or even a few months. It took only a day. When I entered a room and everyone had died, that's when it hit me—that I'll never be normal again, that this curse would be stuck with me forever."

"And… you don't mind telling me this?" she whispered, stunned that he would open up his heart to her. A stranger.

He shrugged. "You're going to spend your whole life with me. Might as well, don't you think?"

"I suppose…" she muttered in confusion. Did it really work that way? She wasn't sure. "I guess we shouldn't be strangers for 70 years or so."

He hummed in agreement and they sunk into silence. However, within minutes they slowed into a stop, standing in front of a grave. Zeref smiled fondly and sat in front of it, touching the headstone and patting away the dust that had gathered.

Lucy flushed and pressed her lips together. "I, uh, I think I'll go explore a bit more," she stuttered nervously. When he said nothing, she began to walk away. She felt like she was disturbing something important with how he looked at the grave. It wasn't her intention to intrude on a special visit like that.

She didn't really go that far though, only a hundred steps away or so. She only made sure that she couldn't understand whatever he was saying, reading the book he lent her while he talked to his old friend. The forest here seemed livable and she already knew that they would be staying for a while. Perhaps until he felt like leaving.

It was nightfall by the time he was finished. Lucy had just woken up from a nap when she heard him approach, his face passive and lacking of emotions that he had earlier.

She frowned and opened her mouth—closed it instead. She couldn't bring herself to ask him if he was fine.

"Let's go," he mumbled low under his breath. Whether she like it or not, she had to get back on the road again. Or the ocean, rather.

Halfway through packing her things, he spoke again. "No," he said loudly, almost shouting, and she stopped, blinking. "I meant let's set camp somewhere else. Not here."

Oh.

Embarrassed, she ducked her head and gripped the straps of her backpack. They decided to stay the farthest possible place from the grave. He didn't tell her why nor did she ask, but she could tell that something had happened that made his mood turn sour.

"Is everything—"

"Sleep," he cut her off, his head turned away from her as he leaned against a tree trunk. "You haven't had much of it."

Mouth upturned, Lucy decided to drop the topic and turned to her side, the flickering of the flame behind her the only sound that could be heard. She closed her eyes with a sigh.

"Goodnight, Zeref," she resolved to say, after a month's worth of debates.

There was a deafening silence and he didn't answer. But when his fingers touched the crown of her head and he began to run them through her hair, she decided that she didn't particularly mind.

共

"Lucy," Zeref called, head in his hands. "Stay back."

She looked at him, lips pressed into a firm white line and nodded, stepping a certain distance away from the mage. In an instant the plants around him withered and the ground thundered with the force of magic. When the effects of the curse faded and Lucy could finally approach him, he raised his hand to stop her.

"Find yourself food to eat," he rasped weakly. "This may take a while."

Pained, Lucy could only obey. She left him to himself, sobbing against the withered trees and questioning the life that he had. The urge to kill himself was growing stronger every time the curse activated, and yet he couldn't do it. He didn't have the strength to.

In spite of this, it wasn't his immortality that prevented him from suicide—it was an entirely different thing, one that he wished would remain the depths of his mind. It was something that he didn't know how to deal with.

Lucy returned with a handful of berries after some time. She ignored the chaos around him, moving past the still bodies of animals and the crushed flowers. Sitting beside the mage, she popped a berry in her mouth and offered him some.

"I don't want any," he grated tiredly.

"Eat," she told him, separating an equal amount of berries for the both of them. "Maybe it'll make you feel better."

His eyes narrowed, snapping towards her dangerously. "Nothing will make me feel better."

"Really?"

Their eyes met each other and Zeref didn't look away. "They told me that nothing would be able to cure my mother but you did," she pointed out, their faces so close she was finding it difficult to focus. "Nothing is impossible, you know."

"I've discovered that there is."

Lucy smiled crookedly. "You don't know that yet."

He directed his gaze to the ground, a hand tangled in his hair. "I have always wondered," he paused, swallowing. "What made you do it?"

Movements stopping, she chewed slowly and gulped down the food. "What made me do what?" she repeated, handing him his share while she finished hers.

"What made you look for me?"

Heart slowing into a soft thumping, Lucy found herself unable to look when he focused his attention towards her. "Well, to put it simply, I just loved my mother too much," she answered, smiling sheepishly. Her eyes fogged up with emotions and she blinked them away. "I had always wanted to leave home, but never like that. I wanted to be a member of some guild and travel the continent. And then things happened and I had to save my mother first before caring for myself.

"But it's okay. I may not be in a guild, but I'm traveling right now and I get to train. By the way, I never got to thank you for saving her." Her eyelids fluttered close. "Thank you. You don't know how grateful I am that you agreed to heal her. You don't know how long it took to find you. At some point, I thought it was bordering impossible, too," she confessed, laughing softly.

"But you found me," he breathed, eyes never leaving her face. "You found me."

Finally gathering her courage, she lifted her head to return his gaze and smiled. "I did."

共

After nearly two years of traveling with Zeref, Lucy had discovered several things. Mostly why he was evil and why he created his demons. She couldn't say for sure that she fully understood him, though a part of her did. She didn't think he was right with whatever he was doing, nor did she think he was wrong. She merely supported his decisions as his companion and turned a blind eye to his plans.

Thankfully, her parents were doing fine. Zeref had allowed her to visit secretly one day and they now had a son. They named him Lucas in tribute to her. He had the same blond hair and warm brown eyes—just like her. She wished she could go back and take care of him but she knew it was hopeless. In addition to that, she had already given up on returning. She was happy with where she was now, despite the odds.

Her grave, surprisingly, was never vacant. There were always flowers and she caught her father reading her favorite storybook to her at night. They kept her bedroom clean, her personal belongings still present and the walls filled with photographs.

She truly was deceased and it felt strange, seeing her grave once again after the funeral and realizing that people still loved her even though she was gone. That made her smile.

She and Zeref chose to stay in the mountains in Pergrande. They resided beside a lake where they bathed in turns, close to the city so they could easily buy anything they might need. Though Lucy did most of the shopping and left him to himself. He would disappear sometimes, she didn't know where to, but he would return after a few days. Sometimes late in the night. And when he did, he would ruffle her hair. It was a greeting that she had grown to love.

Lucy didn't know what they were. Friends, perhaps. Companions, that was for sure. And yet there was something. She couldn't name it exactly, but she could feel it—a fluttering inside her stomach whenever he smiled at her. It was unusual.

"Our return to Tenrou is in a month," Zeref reminded her, folding his legs as he studied the maps and scrolls laid out in front of him. "Grimoire Heart should be there a few days after our arrival."

"Really?" she questioned, raising a brow. "I thought they stayed out of the other guilds' way."

He nodded. "Yes, but not this time. They seem to be trying to contact me, which I think is a bit ridiculous."

Laughing, Lucy shook her head and handed him a bowl of stew. "And you're going to entertain them?"

"Might as well," he replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They could ruin my plan."

"Of meeting Natsu?"

"Yes."

Lucy failed to tell him that she had met the guy before but decided long ago that it would be best not to let him know. Clearing her throat, she said, "I don't think it's a good idea for me to join you this time."

"Nonsense." Zeref handed her back his bowl, already finished. "You need to be there if something happens to me."

She rolled her eyes. "You're immortal. You'll be fine."

He sighed, watching her helplessly as she stood up to clear their makeshift table (which was just a huge slab of stone on top of four corner rocks) and fiddled with the maps. He grabbed her wrist before she could bypass him. "You're going with me to Tenrou," he commanded, frowning.

Lucy cocked her head to the side, thrown off-guard. After a few seconds of staring at each other, she leaned closer and patted his head. "Don't be mean! I was going to go anyway," she reassured, shaking away his grip. He let go immediately.

"Okay," he concluded, putting away his scrolls and folding his arms on the table. He placed his chin on top and listened to the rustling of the leaves, feeling at peace.

"Hey, Lucy."

She looked over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

He weighed his options in his mind, debating whether or not he should ask her. In the end, he could only suck in a deep breath.

"Nothing," he replied, ignoring the way her stare was digging into his side.

共

Lucy pulled the hood of her cloak further over her face, hopefully hiding her identity from the masses. The market was bustling with people, the merchants beckoning her over to look at their goods and the vendors offering her free tastes. Pergrande didn't fail at being the trading capital of Ishgar. It was indeed a hustle and bustle every day to get first-class products. So it was only reasonable for her to hate errand day, when all of their food had run out and she was tasked to do Zeref's orders.

Sporting a barely contained grimace, she weaved through the crowd of buyers and sellers. Today she was tasked to do three things: One, restock their food supply; two, buy Zeref white cloth for his robes (since apparently his was a hundred years too old); and three, find herself a new key ring. Her collection was growing, mostly with silver keys, but they couldn't fit the old one anymore.

She was looking through a handful of rings when she heard the screams.

Alarmed, she picked the biggest one out of the selection and gave the woman a large amount of jewels. "Sorry! I have to go!" she shrieked, immediately running through the alleyways to avoid the mayhem.

She heard the explosion of magic and cursed. Zeref was right. She was going to be attacked, though by who, he didn't specify. He only told her to get them off her trail and return to him. Then they would be on their way. He also made her promise not to attack them, for they could place a mark on her to track them down and they didn't want that. Run. Distract. Run. Go to Zeref. Leave.

Easy—she could do that.

Lucy nibbled on her bottom lip timidly and kept her eyes straight ahead. If she turned right, she could run straight for the forest, make a turn to get to Zeref, and then they could drive straight out of here. It wasn't the best plan but it was all her told her to do anyway—run.

Just as she was nearing the end of the alley, it was blocked by two men whose faces were hidden behind masks. She skidded into a stop, hissing.

"Get out of my way," she snapped angrily, hand gripping onto her Fleuve d'étoiles. "Or else."

One of them scoffed. "You can't scare us, girl."

The other nodded in agreement, stepping closer to her. "Now lead us to Zeref!"

Eyes narrowing, she uncoiled her whip and snapped it against the floor, making them jump back. She took this opportunity and grabbed one of her keys, raising it above her head. "Gate of the Lyre, I open thee!" She slammed her hand down. "Lyra!"

The spirit appeared in a puff of white and bowed to Lucy, smiling. "What can I do for you today?"

"Put them to sleep," she ordered.

Lyra winked. "Got'cha!"

As the spirit began to sing a lullaby and the two men were beginning to get groggy, Lucy took out her communications lacrima. She tried contacting Zeref but he wouldn't answer. She groaned—he had to give her such a hard time.

With her enemies finally sleeping on the floor, she dismissed Lyra and continued running to the forest. She whispered a spell beneath her breath and enchanted her cloak. Even with the invisibility spell activated earlier, they still saw her. Hopefully now they wouldn't be able to even smell her.

She found Zeref passed out on the grass, breathing heavily.

"Zeref!" she shouted, hurrying to his side. She lifted his head and rested it on her lap, tapping his cheek repeatedly. "Come on, wake up! We have to leave," she whispered restlessly.

When she got no response, her heartbeat picked up. She knew worrying was useless—he was immortal. He wasn't going to die anytime soon, so why was her blood pounding so fast? Was it the adrenaline? The exhaustion? Or was it something else?

But a moment later, he was coughing. "Lucy… my cloak. Get—get my cloak."

"Alright. Okay," she said with a nod. She fetched for the said article of clothing in the magical vehicle and helped him put it on. "Do you need anything? Why are you so weak?"

"The curse."

Lucy flinched, finally understanding the situation. Usually whenever his black magic activated, he felt rubbish. He wouldn't be able to function until he was at peace with himself. He would have awful migraines that would only leave if she made Lyra sing a song to put him to sleep, but she couldn't do that now. She had just summoned the spirit and she was unavailable until next week. Cursing, she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Zeref, we have to go," she reminded him weakly, eyes saddening at the sight of him whimpering.

"Okay," he breathed, panting. "Okay—I'll teleport us to Tenrou Island."

She nodded. "And our things?"

"We'll just have to leave them behind," he croaked, leaning against her. "Ready?"

"Of course."

"Okay," Zeref whispered, stretching his hand out. He recited a spell under his breath and together they vanished, leaving behind only a trail of black smoke.

There are three kanjis for this part this time.

約 - promise
勇 - brave
共 - together

A/N: So, there you have it! By the way, this is also posted on my tumblr so you can ask me questions there if you'd like, or even better! DROP ME A REVIEW! Ehem, moving on. There are a lot of changes to the Lucy we know in FT canon ofc. But since she didn't meet up with Fairy Tail, she is different in many ways. Like with her spirits—since she never got involved with Nirvana, she still doesn't have Aries. And since she never went to Fairy Tail, she never got to save Loke. Sad, but things have to happen. I kind of kept debating this part, since I wasn't sure if I could find a way to make her still obtain Loke and the others. But it's really difficult, so I decided to just leave it be.

And yes, Zeref's curse. I switched it up I guess. I supposed it would affect him a little bit if he tries so hard to suppress it, now that Lucy's in the picture. I hope you don't mind that tiny little detail. The year they are in now is x784, so you can all do your research and guess what happens next! Well then, until the next part!

"All great and precious things are lonely." — John Steinbeck

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