Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. I do own the Original Characters (OC's) and ask that you do not use them without at least asking for permission first. Please respect this as I am possessive of my OC's and don't share as easily as other authors.

Author's Note: This story was written after having a particularly bad nightmare and talking with a friend about it. They suggested that I do this to help work through the nightmare and my phobias. One is lepidopterophobia or the fear of butterflies. And the other is Mottephobia or the fears of Moths. These are only two. And like any fear, there is a legit reason for it, one I do not care to share.

Another month has come and gone, Erza was on edge. Her brown eyes boring into Sabertooth's Celestial Mage, Yukino. She stood in the Master's office, Yukino's face a mask of sadness as she was held in the arms of Rogue and Sting. Both who shared her as a mate, which apparently was a thing. The news she had just delivered had been a heavy blow. One that Erza didn't blame her for. This was the knowledge that was important, needed. They all knew now that time flowed differently where Lucy was compared to Earthland. It had only been two weeks for Lucy, while it was now two months since her disappearance.

Add that one top of the fact that the Dark Mage who had sent Lucy away with that ritual had somehow escaped from the prison cells in Era. It had caused her to itch with the need to hunt the bastard down. But it was pointed out by Freed that something wasn't right if he got out of there with little trouble and not triggering any of the alarms. That statement had caused them all to go still. It meant that in the highest ranks of the government there was a traitor for a Dark Guild. It made her feel cold all over.

"Hey, Red, breathe," Laxus said.

Blinking her eyes and lifting her head up, she saw Laxus standing before her. His blue-gray eyes worried as he stared down at her. He had become a pillar of strength for her in the last two months. Lucy was Kin, family, claimed by his dragon. Just as Erza saw Lucy as the little sister she never had, Laxus did the same. So, Erza did what she felt she needed to, forced a smile and nodded her head at him. Seeing in the depths of his eyes that he knew it was a fake smile.

"I will do my best to keep in touch. But Libra and Pisces say it is hard to talk to her spirits. They are there, but look like they are behind some restrictive veil. One that even the Celestial King cannot remove," Yukino sad, her voice wavering with her emotions.

Erza let her shoulders slump a bit as she took mechanical steps towards the young mage. Lifting a hand up, making sure to un-equip the gauntlet, she placed it on her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. Doing her best to reassure the girl that she was doing good with what she was able to do. Earning a watery smile to show she was grateful for the comfort Erza was trying to provide her.

"We are waiting for Crime Sorcerier to check in. There is a chance that its leader can be of help," Master Makarov said, pulling all of their attention back to him. "As soon as we hear from him, we will immediately contact you three, okay?"

Erza watched solemnly as the three nodded their heads, before turning and walking out of the room. Natsu and Gray sitting beside each other, silent as they just watched the Trio. They'd been told two weeks ago. Both had been pissed and hurt that they were not informed before. At least until Laxus had asked them what they would have done with that knowledge. Both had stated they'd have gone to Sabertooth to talk with Yukino. To which Erza had watched, a small smile on her face, as he had told them that was why. Because they didn't need bad relations with the other Fioran guilds due to the apparent stupidity the two displayed, often.

Holding hope in her heart that Lucy would come back to them. Erza took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Fighting the urge to cry. All they needed was for Jellal to get in contact with them.

Lucy followed her jailer around, her feet making soft sounds on the stone floor. She was starting to grow accustomed to the light powdery substance on it. Though she felt odd being around these people, who resembled the moths and butterflies of her world. The ones that were mature floated by flapping their large, yet very delicate wings. Most of which she found beautiful, including her jailers.

The title was not deserved, she knew that. But he kept her on a short leash, doing as told by that pompous, arrogant prick they all bowed down to. Lucy was quick to place that he was the equivalent of the King of Fiore. Though, unlike the King of her country, in her world, this man-child (It was how she saw him through his actions) was a tyrant. He didn't deserve the power and position he had. And quite often when she was in his presence she found her mind drifting to various scenarios of things she'd love to see happen to him.

There was no denying that the jerk, or rather, Ruler Rei'Neria, had an obsession with her. Often touching her, making her pull back and growled in warning. She didn't want Lu'Arna to be beaten again for her reactions. And her instincts told her that the bastard was trying to get her to that point again. It pained her, set off the nightmares even worse when he had come back after that first meeting. His back had been flayed open. His wings were unharmed. She knew instantly what had been used, though the slightly charred flesh confused her until she had really looked. Realizing it looked like Natsu did after Laxus zapped his ass for being an idiot.

Afterward, her guilt overriding her, she had forced her magic to surface enough that Virgo had transferred her some healing salve she used to help him heal. And boy did it. The stuff was supposed to speed up the healing process. But in the span of twenty-four hours, his back was almost healed. At thirty-six there was no mark, not even a scar on his soft green body. Leaving her stunned, as well as Al'Tana. Who asked what she had used and where she got it. Thus making her explain more of her magic to the woman while Lu'Arna was out cold.

A small smile danced across her lips as she stepped out into a large courtyard that held various racks with weapons. Her hand curled and itched to go right to the one where her own 'whip' was being displayed. It had been a gift from Virgo while on Edolas. And now it was on display here. She was happy that her key's had not been removed from her person. Lucy was pretty sure that she would have gone ape shit crazy, not caring at that point if anyone was harmed to the point of near death to get her friends and family back.

"Miss Lucy?"

At her name being called, heat rushed to her cheeks as she whipped around and looked up at her jailer. His large black eyes staring down at her in what was clearly humor. Making the heat in her face spread to her ears and down her neck as well. Before she coughed and lifted an eyebrow. Drawing a deep rumbling chuckle from the six foot tall male before her. Causing her to follow suit as he waved for her to the racks and take up one of the weapons for a spar. This was something she knew he had been commanded to do with her after she had attacked all those guards.

He was watching from a window in the throne room. The girl's laugh was musical in quality. Beautiful sounding just like she was. It had him lifting a long-fingered hand up to his throat and running it down his chest. His eye's faintly glowing with need as he watched the blond girl go and grab a whip and flicked her wrist with the expertise that comes from years of practice. It had pleased him when he had his nephew take her out there the day after he had 'healed'. Telling him he wanted her trained, in top physical condition.

The need to see her battle again. That fierce and fiery look in her brown eyes. It drove him to take several of his pleasure slaves over and over that night and the following two. Now, as he watched the two circle each other. Their bodies tensed and ready for the other to attack, Rei'Neria licked his thin lips and let his hand slid down to the opening in his loose kilt. The moment the two struck at each other, simultaneously, he grasped himself and stroked his quickly hardening member.

There would be no way he would not lay the woman. Even if he had to have her bound. She was something exotic, wild, untamed. But it was all about biding his time. He'd found out that she was smart, a quick learner. After he'd provoked her a second time, causing him to whip Lu'Arna before her eyes, he had been unable to provoke her further. The soft, guttural growl she gave as a warning when she pulled away from his touch heated him. Letting him know he was pushing the line. It only served to make him want her that much more as he bit down on his bottom lip, keeping a low moan in his mouth as he watched her dive under the twin scimitars that his nephew favored, coming up to her feet and cracking the whip with deadly accuracy at his nephew's hands.

It was the fact that she was smiling, another laugh escaping her full pink and pouty lips at his Nephew's softly spoken reply that had him narrowing his eyes. Rei'neria knew Lu'Arna would not pursue the girl. Or he'd be gelded in public for touching what was claimed by him. That didn't stop the budding friendship he knew was building between the two, mostly on the girls part. His nephew kept silent, barely talked from the spies that watched and listened in on them in the private chambers. Still, he didn't trust anyone but himself. Everyone was his tool, his property.

Throwing his head back, slightly turned so he could continue to see the practice match down below, he felt his release hit him. Forcing him to place an arm against the window sill. Making a mental note to have a maid clean it before it dried too much.

Eyes of coal looked on with great amusement at the men around him. They were celebrating his new found freedom. In his hand was the reports that had been copied from the Magic Councils folders. The Rune Knights and Fairy Tail had finished up a while ago. Getting what little bit of information they could from the half-decayed ruins. It had him smiling that the findings were so meager. And other than a few customary guards placed, he would be able to get back and do the ritual once more.

Lifting the mug of dark ale he held in his other hand, he sipped from it. Calculating how much time he had until the next full moon. It was the best time to try and summon that warrior again. And once he did, he'd wage war on Fairy Tail first and foremost. Oh yes, he would get his full payment from those stupid light mages. He needed their blood on his hands for their stupid little mage fucking everything up.

Setting his mug down, he let his hand go to his pocket, where he stroked the ring that held his own celestial keys. Feeling the thrum of the dark spirits in them. His keys had doubled after the Eclipse Gate. The stupid princess had made replica copies of the twelve zodiacs. And they worked but were tainted, evil. And now all twelve were in his hand's thanks to his contact that aided the King of Fiore himself.

The best thing to all of this, no one was the wiser of what was going to happen when he took control of Earthland as a whole.

TBC