Juvia did not know where she was. She recognized that she was in a church but it was not church she knew of, however at the same time she did seem to know it. She was on her knees at the alter of the church, her hands clasped together as she whispered her prayers for her lord and savior to hear. Upon finishing her prayers, she glanced down at her clothing and discovered that it was not what she normally wore. She was wearing a lavender colored dress from a different time period that had embroidery along the fabric and two different sleeves. Tight fitting ones and long flowing ones that were attached from her upper arm. She wore a cross around her neck like she always did but the chain was longer and the pendent antique. She glanced over in a nearby glass and saw her reflection, her physical appearance was the same except that her normally blue hair was now brown and had a diadem braided around her head. She was confused. Why was she in a church she could not recall? Why was she wearing these clothes? And what happened to her original hair color?

"My lady."

At the sound of another voice she looked behind herself to see that another young woman had entered the church. She appeared to be a little older than Juvia herself. She was wearing a kirtle dress with funnel sleeves, though her dress was very plain with neutral colors. Her hair was blue, same shade has Juvia's typical hair color. Her skin and eyes were similar to Juvia's as well. But the woman's nose, chin, and the manner of how she walked bore no resemblance. Poor Juvia was a hopeless klutz, not at all graceful like this woman.

"Dianne." Juvia greeted the woman despite the fact that she was certain she had never seen her before. "I am happy to see you. It has been so long."

They embraced but then she noticed the look of grief on the woman's face.

"Dianne is something wrong? You look grieved."

"You know of Hector Lockser, yes?"

"Yes. He is a good, fine, honest man. A man of the cloth if I am not mistaken."

"Not anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"He is leaving this church, he fears that it is becoming corrupt and wants no more part of it. He is going to return to his hometown in Russia."

"Oh how sad. He will be missed."

"I...I have been...There is a secret we have been keeping...My lady we...We...We are in love."

She looked at the woman stunned.

"Forgive me." Dianne said falling on her knees. "I know that I am to be a servant of you til my last breath and that like you I must be pure and virtuous. I did not seek to love him but it somehow happened and we have not consummated our relationship but he has asked me to marry him and go with him. I want to but I fear the Vatican's wrath and dishonoring you, should I accept."

She got down on her knees and gently moved Dianne to face her.

"You need not beg my forgiveness for falling in love. Nor do you need my permission to wed."

"But I vowed to serve you-"

"I release you from your vows and I forever mark you as pure and virtuous because that is what you are and what you will always be."

"But what of the Vatican? And Judge Trask? He will no doubt brand me a whore and have me whipped."

"No such actions will be committed against you or your husband to be. The Vatican is not God and neither is Judge Trask. It is not up to them to decide what it is a sin and what is not. No where in the bible is it written that love and marriage is a sin. And if I can I will see to it that the word whore never be used in regards to you. You may leave and marry without fear."

"You are so wise and so good for someone so young."

"I am neither wise nor good. I am just making sure you are not denied a joy that every woman should have. A joy which unlike you, I must be forever barred from." She said sadly. "But I do not envy you, I am thrilled by your good fortune. I pray that your marriage be happy and that you have many children."

"Thank you and if God should give me a daughter, I shall pray that she grows up to be like you."

"That is kind but do not wish that any girl be too much like me. Because even though you always see me with a smile, in truth I am very sad. So very sad because I cannot give my soul nor my body to the man I love. However despite this tragedy I have forced myself to accept, my love will be with him and follow him always. Even after death."

Juvia woke up after that. Another strange dream. Thankfully, this one wasn't as perverse as the other but it was a lot more confusing. In the dream she felt like herself yet at the same time she felt like she was someone else. It wasn't just the hair color and the clothes that differed it was the feelings. In the dream she felt sad, restricted, burdened, and it was like she had felt that way all her life. It was all so unrecognizable but also familiar.

"Am I going crazy?" She asked herself, fearing for her sanity.

But then again not all dreams had to mean something right? After all dreams were just visions conjured up by the unconscious mind for God knows what reason. It was probably just random nonsense. Like that time Gajeel dreamed he had been chased by shark with legs. It took her and Mother Mcgarden forever to convince him that it wasn't a sign from God, about a devil shark coming for him. It meant nothing. Just randomness of the brain. However the dream seemed so real and that woman called Dianne, did she say she was marrying a man with the last name Lockser? She did and she looked similar to Juvia in certain ways. Did she just have a dream about her mother?

There was a knock at the door. Juvia got up from her bed, slipped on a robe, and answered the door. On the other side stood Erza.

"Did I wake you?" Erza asked.

"No. No I just got up. Is something wrong?"

"No but later after breakfast I want you to head over to the clinic. Gajeel has arrived to discuss your medical history."

"My medical history? Why?"

"It's nothing bad we just wanted to know if the holy water in your blood is something you were born with or developed over time."

"Alright."

"Also we've recently noticed something about Wendy's background. Something that's very puzzling."

"How so?"

"I'll explain later in the clinic. Also are you certain that Gajeel is the one who knows your complete medical history?"

"Him and Mother Mcgarden. The doctor who examined me from the time I was a baby died years ago, so they would be the only ones left who know."

"Alright then. I will see you after breakfast."

Erza left and went down to the clinic to where some tests were being run. Upon noticing the similarities between Wendy's mother and Natsu's mother, Erza suggested that a blood test be taken to see if there was any connection. It took all night for it to process but come morning they had results and it was a match.

"So let me get this straight." Gray said when Erza told him the news that morning. "Natsu and Wendy are related?"

"Yes." She answered. "Apparently they're distant cousins through the maternal side. Natsu's mother and Wendy's 2nd millennium great grandfather were brother and sister."

"Huh...I didn't think Natsu had any extended family."

"He probably didn't know either before now. His mother was from Romania right?"

"Yeah but she was abducted during an invasion of Ottoman Turks. For what purpose I don't know but when they brought her to the empire she escaped and met Igneel, Natsu's father. Back then she had no way of getting back to Romania so he allowed her to stay with him. They become friends, then lovers, next thing you know Natsu's born."

"He was six when they died right?"

"Yep. Slaughtered by the order of Ottoman Emperor Mard Geer. His father was considered a traitor for not participating in their plan to ransack other empires, cities, temples, and churches so he was put to death. And when his mother refused to be apart of Mard's harem she was executed too. Natsu was then taken as a child slave but by the grace of God it wasn't long term. He was eventually rescued before too much damage could be done."

"He didn't witness their deaths did he?"

"Unfortunately he wasn't spared that trauma. The bastards held him down and made him watch."

"Oh my God." Erza said in horror.

"Yeah it was to make sure he wouldn't get any ideas about rebelling. After the rescue he was numb for almost half a year. We didn't think he'd ever come out of it."

"No wonder he got so emotional when he saw how much Wendy's mother resembled his own."

"He doesn't talk about it and it happened centuries ago but I know he still hasn't gotten over it."

"I don't think anyone can get over horror like that." She aid recalling when she had witnessed her own mother getting killed when she was young.

"With stuff like that happening, I wonder if I'm lucky or unlucky that I never met my father and was too young to remember my mother."

"Who's to say?" Erza shrugged.