Episode 12: Depowered

A man stood on a hill overlooking a village, and he smiled evilly at how he had successfully conquered it. The occupants barely put up a fight, but the ones that did had ended up with their heads on spikes facing the town itself. He had his men place them all around the town because he wanted to ensure that they'd stay subservient and passive. He scratched his right hand as he turned towards his camp. He headed straight for his tent and grabbed a bowl of soup as he passed the cooking pot. He immediately sat down at a table and ate his food while looking over a scroll. Once he was done, he rolled the scroll back up and took his bowl to the washing area where he placed it with other dishware needing to be cleaned.

"Sir," said a voice to his right. The man turned to see a person wearing a green sleeveless shirt, blue shorts, and green running shoes.

"What is it?" the man asked.

"Our scouts have confirmed than Fairy Tail's newest take-over wizard is on his way," the guy said as he held up a crystal which showed an image of Soron and Erza on a train next to a blonde woman in a red jacket.

"Excellent," the man grinned evilly. "They shall be here tomorrow by the looks of things."

"Zeetsi," the man said as he turned away.

"Yes, boss?" replied a big buff man in a fur vest and a fur loincloth.

"Our prey will be here sooner than expected," the man said with a serious tone, "You know what to do."

"Yes sir," Zeetsi said as he hurried off towards the woods.

"Everyone," the man said as he looked around, "Get some rest. We're going to need it."

Meanwhile, on the train…

Erza and Soron sat across from one another next to a window. The blonde woman was asleep as it was nighttime. Erza was looking out the window, and Soron was looking at Erza. As Soron kept staring unflinchingly, Erza kept glancing at him without turning her head. After the tenth or eleventh time of glancing, she turned her head to look at Soron with annoyance.

"What?" Erza asked irked.

"I was just trying to think of the many possible explanations for why you were late to the assault on the phantom pricks," Soron replied.

"Oh," Erza said relieved. "Why'd you stare at me like that though?"

"I'd rather stare at something beautiful than something dark and dismal," Soron replied.

He thinks I'm beautiful? Erza thought confused. No. He has to be lying. That's what men do.

"Go to hell," Erza said angrily as she clenched her fists.

All I did was compliment her, Soron thought confused. Why is she acting this way?

Erza promptly returned her gaze to the window while Soron flicked through his transformations in boredom. The silence lasted for half an hour as neither of them said a thing. However, during that time Erza had relaxed and began to feel bad for saying what she said. She will never admit it of course.

"I had acquired a mission from the master," Erza said breaking the silence. She turned her head toward Soron as Soron looked up.

"That doesn't-" began Soron.

"I wanted to see what Shuzy and Igrao could do," Erza interrupted. "This mission was the perfect opportunity to do so."

"Oh," Soron said. "What was the mission?"

"The master had received info of some sightings," Erza replied. "Before you joined Fairy Tail, I had enlisted Natsu and Grey to help me take down a small dark guild. They were led by a man named Erigor who planned to use ancient dark magic. Specifically, a magical flute. If it was used, it could've destroyed all of the guild masters as they had gathered for a meeting. Natsu managed to beat Erigor while I was stuck behind a tornado wall. One of Erigor's crew managed to take the flute and get to the location of the guild masters. However, the master managed to convince him not to use the flute. Unfortunately, the flute had a mind of its own. It grew into a gargantuan size."

"You and the other two managed to take it down," Soron said. "Only the logical conclusion as you're still here."

"Anyway," Erza continued. "The sightings were of Erigor. We had followed the sightings to the magic council's city. However, once we had heard of the attack on fairy tail we had to abandon the mission."

"Next time," Soron said. "I'll help you deal with Erigor."

"Why?" Erza asked confused. "Why would you offer?"

"You were trapped behind a tornado wall," Soron said bluntly. "I won't take the risk of him taking you down. You're too important."

Too important? Erza thought uncomfortably. Does he mean that he cares about me more than just a guild-mate and friend?

"Important to who?" Erza asked for clarification.

"The guild," Soron said as he looked away. "What else could I mean?"

That's a relief, Erza sighed.

In the morning, with Soron and Erza…

Even though Erza had agreed to go on this mission with Soron, she had been distant with him. Soron found it strange. Especially since they chatted on the train, but he figured that she'd let him know why whenever she felt like it. However, ever since they had gotten off the train he'd been getting a bad vibe concerning that strange woman he'd talked to in Magnolia. She even had a nervous expression. Of course, one could reason that it was due to the fact she was closer to her home than she had been for a week. Whatever the case, Soron was going to keep his guard up.

They walked silently down the path towards that woman's village, and it was uncomfortable. However, nobody spoke to break it. With a sigh, Soron figured he may as well break the silence himself.

"How long till we arrive?" Soron asked.

"Soon," the woman replied after a few seconds.

The tone she used… something isn't right, Soron thought as he eyed her suspiciously. Erza happened to see his intense stare and frowned a little before falling back a few paces. Soron noticed that in the corner of his eye, but it didn't matter much at the moment. Especially, since he heard the sound of something whistling through the air.

"Hit the deck!" Soron shouted before he leaped to the ground. Erza immediately followed suit as what looked like a net attached to javelins impaled two trees. The blonde woman was slow to react, and so she was grazed by the javelin. She screamed in pain as she tried to reach for the cut in her back.

Soron got up and hurried towards her as she collapsed onto the ground. He immediately turned her over so her back was facing the sky. When he saw the cut, his eyes widened. The wound had become blackened and the skin around it was becoming blackened quickly.

"Damn," said a voice as heavy footsteps got closer. "I missed."

Soron looked to see a giant with a huge crossbow in his hands. He glared at the giant intensely, and so did Erza as she came up beside Soron.

"Help… me," the woman said weakly as black veins appeared on her neck.

"Sorry," the giant said unapologetically, "but the poison has no cure. I should know. I made it."

"You… bastards… promised," the woman trailed off as she faded into unconsciousness.

Soron clenched his hands angrily as he slowly stood up, and Erza summoned a sword into her right hand. However, she elected to stick with her Heart Kreuz armor for the time being.

"You monster," Soron snarled. "She was working for you, and you're killing her!"

"This was a trap?!" Erza exclaimed as she looked between Soron and the woman.

"Of course," Soron said coldly. "There's no way a warlord would let one of his captives go. Also, she was extremely nervous. So nervous that it was obvious she was less nervous than she was worried. I noticed that as soon as we got off the train."

"Oh," Erza said as she blinked twice.

"You're smart," the giant said as he dropped his crossbow to the floor and pulled out a knife. "However, can you fight as well as you use your brain?"

Before Soron could respond, the giant swung down at him. However, Erza got in the way and blocked the big knife with the flat of her blade.

"Go," Erza said as she thrust upwards knocking the giant back. "I'll deal with this one. You go deal with the assholes responsible for this."

Soron looked at her once before he nodded, and ran down the path.

"You think you can take me on?" the giant laughed as he stepped back.

"Of course," Erza said as she grabbed the sword handle with her left hand. "I have fought the master of Phantom Lord myself. If I can take him on, then you're a piece of cake."

"Comparing me to a wizard?" the giant said no longer laughing.

"I am NOT amused!" the giant shouted as he suddenly slashed at her. However, she parried the attack and struck a blow herself. That caused the giant to stumble backward in pain due to her attack. However, his wound healed almost immediately.

"I am much more than a wizard!" the giant growled, "I am a Titan! I'm the brother of Ouranos herself! Try as you might, you will not win!"

This isn't going to be as easy as I originally thought, Erza thought grimly.

With Soron…

As soon as Soron arrived just outside the village, he noticed that it was pretty much silent. Nothing made a noise except for a swing's chain when the wind pushed it, but he assumed that the villagers were staying indoors due to the rotting heads that had been placed on spikes at the entrance. Suddenly, he felt a stinging feeling on the left side of his neck. He moved his left hand to it and felt something odd. When he pulled it off and looked at it, he saw that it was a dart.

"Oh son of a bitch," Soron said before he collapsed onto the ground into unconsciousness.

When he woke, he saw that he was tied to a chair and several men stood around him. They also happened to have weapons in their hands, and that more than likely meant they were there to make sure he didn't do anything.

"You're Fairy Tail's newest take-over wizard?" asked a voice. Soron looked back to his front and saw someone in a hooded cloak coming closer. "I have to say… I'm not impressed. You were said to be the strongest take-over wizard Fairy Tail had, and you were said to be able to handle your own without your magic. Yet, here you are. Tied up and at my mercy."

"So," Soron asked slowly. "Who am I going to have the pleasure of beating up today?"

The figure laughed with genuine amusement, and several of his men chuckled as well.

"Pardon my manners," the figure said as he removed his hood revealing an evil face with fairly spiky white hair. He also had black eyeliner. "My name is Erigor, and I'm the leader of this merry band of misfits and outcasts."

Erigor? Soron thought. That's the guy Erza was tracking. So this is what he looks like. Not very impressive.

"What are you guys supposed to be called? The Loser Guild?" Soron said looking at each of them.

Erigor frowned at that and responded by punching Soron hard in the gut. The punch was harder than he expected as he lost his breath entirely. Erigor then punched Soron in the face ten times before he calmed down and stepped back.

"Insult us again," Erigor said darkly, "and I will make you suffer so much, you'll beg for death."

"Man," Soron said with evident pain, "you're very easy to offend. Lighten up. Seriously. Being that uptight isn't good for your health."

"I warned you," Erigor said as he grabbed Soron by the jacket collar. "Now, you're going to suffer."

"You sure about that?" Soron asked as he raised his hands.

"What the?" Erigor said confused. "How?"

"Easy," Soron smirked. "A contortionist taught me how to escape bindings."

He then headbutted Erigor which forced the man to stumble backward. Without a second to lose, he slapped his hand down. However, when nothing happened he looked down to see that his Megatrix had vanished.

"What the hell?!" Soron exclaimed. "Where's it-"

"You mean this?" said a familiar voice. Soron turned around to see that crazy alchemist he had beaten a while ago standing there. On his left wrist was the Megatrix.

"You," Soron said angrily. "You should be in that magic prison by now. How are you-"

He stopped speaking as soon as he remembered the chat he had with Erza on the train. The last place she had tracked Erigor was the magic council city. Erigor must've freed him.

"Erigor freed you," Soron stated. He finally noticed all of the strange symbols on each of the necks of everyone in the room save him and Erigor.

"He freed all of you," Soron realized.

"Yes," Erigor said. "All so we can take down Fairy Tail. Starting with you. Fairy Tail's strongest take-over wizard."

"You're a take-over wizard at all," the insane alchemist walked forward. "Your powers came from this device. I don't know how, but when I figure it out… I'll have the strongest chimeras I've ever created at my command."

"Time to die," Erigor said as he raised his hand. He clenched his fist and the air in Soron's lungs immediately began to vacate. As Soron began to fall, he leaped at the insane alchemist to get his watch back. However, all he managed to do was brush his fingers on its faceplate. As Soron fell unconscious, they all smirked victoriously. Unknown to all of them, a blue swirling portal appeared near to Soron as golden energy left the Megatrix and entered Soron's mouth. They hadn't noticed it because the insane alchemist had placed the watch into his side pocket, and the alchemist was at the rear of the group.

Meanwhile, with Erza…

Erza panted heavily as she stood with cuts and bruises on her person. Her hair had been messed up a lot too. However, the "titan" was as pristine as ever.

Damn. He's right. I can't beat him alone. It's impossible! Erza thought as she began to doubt if she could win. She then shook her head to get rid of those doubts.

"Requip!" Erza shouted and in a flash of pink light, she changed into black armor with silver trimming. It had silver crosses in several places, a revealing silver-edged breastplate with plates flanking her hips that reached down to her waist-guard. The waist-guard didn't cover the front of Erza's body at all. Her groin was covered by a dark imbuement. On her legs were large plates that guarded them. She had two wings that had black metal "arms" that acted as the wings' leading structure. However, the parts used to fly were composed of a membrane-like material. Erza's hair was now tied in a ponytail. In her hand was a much curvier sword.

"Interesting," the giant said not impressed. "So, you can requip into other armor as well? I guess that makes you Titania Erza: Queen of the Fairies."

"Yes," Erza said as she brandished her sword, "and I will not lose to the likes of you!"

She then flew up into the air and slashed at the giant. The giant parried her sword before grabbing her and sending her crashing through trees. The giant watched with a bored expression as the trees fell. However, it wasn't but a second later when Erza came back at a speed he didn't expect and stabbed him in the chest. She removed the blade and flew back to the ground as she watched the giant fall. She gave out a sigh of relief as she turned around thinking he was dead, but when she heard a crashing sound she turned around slowly. When she did, her eyes widened in fear. The giant's chest had healed completely and his skin was turning into stone.

"You actually managed to wound me," the giant said impressed. "As your reward, you get the honor of seeing my true form!"

As his skin finished turning to stone cracks appeared and a fiery orange color emanated from them. His hair became nothing but flames, and the plant life around him immediately started burning in flames due to the sudden heat the "titan" was surrounded by.

Meanwhile, back in Magnolia…

Igrao was getting more and more irritable the longer he couldn't become active. Ever since he had been crippled, he was forced to stay indoors and to not be as active as he used to. Shuzy was worse off than he was, and so she was twice as irritable. After her back had been broken, she was wheelchair-bound while Igrao could walk around with the help of crutches.

One day, Shuzy had rolled herself in front of a window to watch what was going on outside of their house. Said house had a coffee table, couches, a comfy chair, and vases full of plants in the living room. They had separate rooms for them to sleep, but not far from each other. They were also stuck on the bottom floor, so they had no idea what was upstairs. As Shuzy looked out the window, she saw a man in a white coat with the universal medical symbol turn towards their house.

Oh great, Shuzy thought to herself grumpily. They sent yet another person to check on us.

When she heard the sound of knocking on her door, she slowly rolled herself towards the front door to open it. Once she had, she regarded the man coldly.

"I told the last one," Shuzy said bluntly after a second. "We're fine."

The man just stared at her in confusion, before he registered the fact she was in a wheelchair.

"Oh," the man said quickly, "I'm not here to check on you."

"Sure, you're not," Shuzy said skeptically.

"I'm looking for a friend," the man said with an urgent tone. "Can you help me?"

Shuzy just stared at him for a few seconds before deciding he wasn't bullshitting her.

"Depends," Shuzy sighed. "What's his name?"

"He goes by the name of Soron MacLeod," the man said.

"Soron?" Shuzy said perking up upon hearing the name. "I know him. From what my brother said, Soron just went on a mission alongside Erza Scarlet."

"Was a blonde woman with them?" the man asked suddenly.

"Yeah," Shuzy said slowly.

"Damn. I got here too late," the man said dejectedly.

"What do you mean?" Shuzy asked.

"That blonde woman is leading him into a trap," the man explained.

Later, at the Fairy Tail guild hall…

The medic man, whose name is Isdarg Chabil, came to a stop in front of the guildhall. He looked at it as he had never seen it before. Not long after Soron and Erza left, the guildhall had been completed. Natsu, Grey, and Lucy had gone off to do some mission about the same time as Soron and Erza so the constant fighting caused by Natsu had hastened the reconstruction. Isdarg's attention was quickly grabbed by the front doors opening.

"Hello?" said a beautiful white-haired woman.

"I have some terrible news concerning Soron MacLeod and Erza Scarlet," Isdarg said as he wanted to get it over with.

"What?" Mirajane asked with concern.

"May I come indoors?" Isdarg asked.

"Yes," Mirajane said as she headed back inside towards where Master Makarov was. "I think the Master should hear whatever you have to say as well."

"Who is this, Mirajane?" Makarov asked.

"This man has news concerning Erza and Soron," Mirajane said. According to him, it's of the terrible variety."

"Please sit," Makarov said as he gestured towards a chair. "Tell us everything you know. Start from the beginning."

Two weeks ago…

Isdarg Chabil had been walking for days, and he was getting exhausted. Ever since he met his new friend, Soron MacLeod, he hadn't been able to scrounge up any food, and the water has been pretty much unavailable. Almost all of the fresh clean water sources he had found were in use already. Generally by dangerous monsters. However, today was his lucky day. A village was in sight, and it looked to be an active village as well. Seeing the village prompted him to stumble his way to the gate where he collapsed.

Fortunately, three citizens walking nearby saw him and hurried to his location.

"Is he alright?" asked one of the two women.

"Don't look it," replied the man as he knelt next to Isdarg.

"He looks like he hasn't eaten in days," said a blonde woman in a red jacket.

"Let's get him inside," said the man as he carefully and slowly picked Isdarg up.

A day later…

Isdarg slowly opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times to get the gunk out of his eyelashes. Once he could see clearly, he pushed himself into a sitting position and looked around. He was in a fairly empty room. In a corner, a trickle of water was pooling into a bucket. The trickle came from the roof which looked to be made of straw.

"Jurizi!" shouted a woman's voice from the doorway. "He's awake."

Isdarg looked at the woman and saw green eyes attached to a freckled face. The face was attached to long light orange hair. She wore pretty basic clothes. Neither primitive nor modern. Think 1800s in America.

"On my way, Puhar," a male voice said.

"Don't ye worry," the woman now known as Puhar said kindly. "The husband should be bringin' you some water and food."

Isdarg merely nodded as he felt that it was too much of a risk to speak up. Especially, since his throat was as dry as a bone and his stomach ached. The ache was nothing compared to the electroshock torture, of course.

When the husband named Jurizi arrived, Isdarg immediately accepted the tray of food and the glass of water.

"Once you've eaten," Jurizi stated. "You're gonna be answerin' some questions."

"Jurizi," Puhar said looking at him with disappointment.

"We don't get many folk 'round here," Jurizi said while Isdarg ate. "Ain't nothing personal. Just have to make sure you're not from one of them guilds. They're the only ones that ever show up. Not even the magic council's soldiers come through here."

Once Isdarg had finished his food he gave a content sigh. As he set the tray on a nearby wooden table next to the straw and fur bed, he looked up at them.

"What's your name?" Jurizi asked.

"My name is Isdarg Chabil," Isdarg replied.

"What do ya work for?" Jurizi asked.

"The people," Isdarg replied.

"What do ya mean?" Jurizi frowned confused.

"I'm a freelancer," Isdarg explained. "I heal whoever pays me enough, but when I can I heal people for free. I try not to take jobs that take money from the poor. The wealthy are fair game, though."

"Ya heal folk?" Jurizi frowned. "Does that mean you're a preacher?"

"No," Isdarg said patiently. "I'm a traveling doctor… well, as close as a doctor you'll find around these parts. In reality, I'm a medic. I can't heal people as well as actual doctors, but I do my best."

"I don't…" Jurizi trailed off completely lost.

"I'm not religious," Isdarg said bluntly. "I heal people for money, and because its the right thing to do."

"Only the gods heal people," Jurizi said matter-of-factly. "Everyone knows that."

"Not according to the rest of the world," Isdarg replied.

Jurizi looked like he was about to speak up, but when Puhar touched his right bicep he closed his mouth.

"Go read the daily script," Puhar said kindly.

"Yeh," Jurizi agreed. "I'll go do that."

Once Jurizi had left the room, Puhar walked in and closed the door.

"I'm sorry about mah husband," Puhar said as she leaned against the closed door. "He's very religious. His entire family has been so for generations. His brother's the local priest. They can't comprehend any miracles that weren' the result of prayin'."

"What about you?" Isdarg asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I dabble with magic hear and there," Puhar said with a guilty expression. "Jurizi can't know about it though. Otherwise, I'll be exiled for life. Just like mah sister was, but at least she can visit as she ain't married yet."

"I use magic too," Isdarg said. "I use it to heal people. I'm still learning though, so I have to be back in school at the end of the month if I'm going to graduate from medical school."

"Shouldn' you be there now?" Puhar asked confused.

"Some students are lucky enough to be able to go out into the field as their final lessons," Isdarg explained. "Not everyone survives. Even those that survive don't always graduate. If they fail, then they have to start from the very beginning all over again. Ten years' worth of learning everything you know just to become a pencil pusher."

"Sounds rough," Puhar remarked.

"It is," Isdarg nodded. After a couple of minutes of silence, Isdarg stood up and looked at Puhar gratefully.

"Well," Isdarg said. "It's about time, I continued my way. Thank you for everything."

"Before you go," Puhar said as she looked at him guiltily. "Can you heal mah brother-in-law?"

"I'm not sure the people here will let me," Isdarg frowned. "Especially, his family."

"They pray constantly," Puhar admitted. "They refuse to even accept help from my sister who brought back some sort of tool that could cure him."

"Then I can't do anything," Isdarg said empathetically. "Without their consent, my hands are tied. In the first year of med school, we learn that our would-be patients' desires always come first. Unless they're delusional or there's a much more sensible older relative around."

Back in the present…

Isdarg stopped telling his story so he could take a drink and Mirajane was looking bored while Makarov was looking irritated.

"When do Soron and Erza come into this?" Makarov asked.

"I was just getting to that," Isdarg replied as he lowered the glass of water.

Back at Puhar's house…

As Puhar opened her mouth to speak, the ground suddenly shook as if something heavy had just crashed. Isdarg immediately opened the window shutters next to the door and widened his eyes. Flames and smoke were everywhere, and standing in a crater was a giant with a crossbow on his back. The village's citizens tried to get away from it, but people suddenly appeared and grabbed them all.

"There's no need to fear!" shouted a man descending to the ground slowly. It was almost as if the air itself were under his control. "As long as you cooperate, there'll be no deaths this day or any days after."

"What do you want?!" demanded a blonde woman in a red jacket.

"No," Puhar whispered with sudden concern.

That woman must be her sister, deduced Isdarg.

"I want you to lure Fairy Tail's strongest take-over wizard here," the man said as he looked at her. Isdarg felt uncomfortable because he couldn't see the man's face under his hood. "You do that, and everyone will get out of this alive. You fail… well, you can see where I'm going."

"And if I get the magic council instead?" the woman asked as she crossed her arms.

"Kill one of them," the hooded man ordered the giant. With a sadistic sneer, the giant grabbed one of the nearby women and crushed her to death in one hand. When he opened his hand, there was nothing but goo and bone fragments. That caused the blonde to stumble back a step in horror.

"That is what will happen," the hooded man said calmly. "Now do as you're told!"

The blonde immediately bolted from the village, and the gang of killers and psychos all laughed as they pushed the citizens in random houses and locked the doors.

Back at the Fairy Tail guild hall…

Mirajane dropped the beer mug she was cleaning as she gaped in horror at Isdarg's tail. Makarov on the other hand, merely took a sip of his small glass of alcohol before he hopped off the bar counter.

"Master," Mirajane said with a shaky tone. "We have no one to spare to help them."

"Yes we do," Makarov said with a furious expression as he looked at her. "Me."

"Master, you can't go," Mirajane said with a worried tone this time. "You should rest."

"I am fully recovered from Aria's magic siphon spell," Makarov said with a kinder expression. "You can thank Mystogan for that."

"Even so," Mirajane said worriedly.

"Erza and Soron require aid," Makarov said sternly. "I will not leave them to their own devices during a crisis such as this. I have no choice but to go. They are members of Fairy Tail, and that makes them family."

At that, Makarov left the building with an enraged expression on his face.

Back with Soron…

Soron gasped awake as his lungs filled with oxygen once more. He pushed himself onto his back and sat up. When he did, he saw an African American man in an outfit strange even for this reality. He also had the oddest hairdo he had ever seen.

"Who the hell are you?" Soron asked as he slowly stood up.

"I am known by many names," said the man calmly as he stood up. "In this reality, I am known as Ankhseram. In others, I'm known as Mar Novu or The Monitor."

"Judging by your demeanor," Soron said slowly, "I can see that you're not one of the nutbags that had just left me to die."

"That is correct," Ankhseram replied. "In fact, I restored life to you."

I died? Soron thought before he asked, "Why?"

"There is a crisis coming," Ankhseram replied calmly. "The multiverse's best chance of survival lies with you and many others."

"What crisis?" Soron asked confused.

"Something is coming," Ankhseram replied. "Someone far more powerful than myself."

"I take it you restoring my life has a catch," Soron guessed. "That catch is, you want me to fight that being for you."

"That is correct, Orgha," Ankheseram replied. "However, to do so you need to become what you once were once more."

"My name isn't Orgha," Soron said.

"It was in your first life," Ankheseram said as he moved his fingers causing a blue portal to pop out a golden key and a fob watch.

"I am handing these to you because they will help you in the years to come," Ankhseram continued as Soron caught them in both of his hands. "Open the watch, and you shall remember."

"Remember what?" Soron asked.

"Your forgotten truth," Ankhseram answered cryptically as he was swallowed by a swirling blue portal.

Well, that's specific, Soron thought sarcastically.

He looked down at the golden key in confusion before he put it in his pocket, but when he looked at the watch he became mesmerized by it. It was as if it was beckoning to him. He could even hear a voice. It sounded like an older man that sounded like he came from the U.K.

"Not yet," the voice said. "Don't open the watch until you have no other option."

I had to involve this story in an upcoming crisis on infinite earth's story I'm going to make. I know Ankhseram is NOT the Monitor, but I couldn't think of any other role he'd fit in for this particular reality. also, it seemed fitting to me. The Monitor is a god, and Ankhseram is the god of the Fairy Tail lore. I apologize for the lore change. I added a new species to the story as well, but for all we know titans existed in the world of Fairy Tail long before humans.