THIS STORY RETURNS FROM THE GRAVE! I deeply apologize for having to wait three months for a chapter, I really do. But as time wore on after I sent my co-author the chapter to work on, I never heard anything back and grew restless. So I just decided to work and finish this chapter alone.

Remember that poll I mentioned in Nightmares of Scarlet? Here's the current distribution, in case you happen to be interested: Mira 3, Erza 1, Cana 1.

Please don't be afraid to vote in the poll, after all, your vote could be the deciding one on who our hybrid friend gets paired with.

I'm working on the next Legends of the Atherial chapter at the present moment, expect that up relatively soon. (assuming I can somehow find the time to work on it.)

Last thing I wanted to mention before I get too far ahead of myself. I have an idea in mind for a story. It's a Fate/Grand Order story, following the tales of an OC (Probably Self-insert) and Jeanne D'arc. What do you think, do you believe I should go for it?

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, I only own MY OCs

Enjoy the long-awaited chapter 2 everyone!

Edit: Fixed some mistakes within the chapter

Magic? Now that's an interesting topic. As far as I'm aware, no one knows where magic came from. How did we achieve it? Were we simply born with it, or did someone teach us how to use the airborne ethernano? There are simply too many questions to be asked, and simply not enough answers to go around.

If I had to take a guess, I would say that magic was a gift to humanity. The Gods above and the Demons below took pity on the ones who lived in the middle, and for once in their lives, got together and gifted humanity with the power that they call Magic.

Such gifts don't come without a price, however. Some become corrupted by it, wanting more and more of it. Others disavow their gifts, thinking themselves unworthy of possessing the power.

I wonder though. If you were to ever read this mom, would you consider my magic an abomination?

~Excerpt from Serandiel's journal

(Fairy Tail)

"Now then little bro, I think it's time that we finally teach you magic." At seven years old, Serandiel has already proven himself to be quite the sponge for knowledge. As he easily took in and memorized everything that Makarov, Laxus, and many other guild members had taught him ever since he was brought into the guild.

"You're serious big brother?! I get to learn magic just like what you have?"

"That's right, but before we get started I need you to calm down first." Despite the energy that the young Serandiel had at his disposal. Laxus was doing his best to make sure that his younger brother would learn magic from the best. From the fundamental basics to advanced training techniques to increase their magic container. Laxus taught his younger brother everything he knew. He would make sure that Serandiel would become the best mage to ever walk through Fairy Tail's doors.

Off to the side, Makarov Dreyer was watching. Silently observing the progress that his grandson was making. He couldn't have been prouder at the sight in front of him, ever since taking the young Serandiel in on that day seven years ago. Makarov Dreyer saw both the energetic side to him that always seemed to make everyone happy, and also saw the side that even made the adults in the guild fear him. They unintentionally found out that whenever he got past a certain point, his raw magic power would flare to such an extent that nearly everyone in the guild would pass out from the sheer force unleashed upon them. It was then that Makarov noted that if left uncontrolled, He would become a threat not only to the kingdom as a whole but to himself as well. As one could easily let their power get to their head. Letting it corrupt them into something they should never have been in the first place.

"Serandiel, the amount of power you possess is something that will go down in history. You only need to learn to control it, afterward, there will be nothing that will stand in your way. Even the Magic Council and the strongest of the Wizard Saints will keel in awe." Muttering to himself, the aging guild master simply retreated to his office. Cana, who was a recent newcomer to the guild had wanted to speak with him in private about something. Whatever it was, it seemed important to her.

Taking one last look at all of his children, he could see Laxus walking out with Serandiel in hand. Both with a smile on their faces. Each one bringing a sense of warmth to him that he had not felt in ages. Not since Laxus was first Brought to this world all those years ago. 'I think Serandiel's coming has changed you for the better Laxus. He seems to have become your voice of reason. I pray that it will continue and your bonds will only grow stronger in the future.' Walking into his office with a smile on his face, Makarov Dreyer knew that things might end up looking good for Fairy Tail. Not only as they stood now, but in the future as well.

(Training Grounds)

"Now then, we're going to start with something simple little bro. All I want you to do is release your magic, then work on reigning it back in." Laxus quickly demonstrated what he expected his pupil to accomplish. Instantly Lightning surrounded the older mage. At first, Serandiel was afraid, but fear quickly turned to awe as he was instinctually pulled towards the Lightning mage's power.

"That was awesome! Can I try now! Please?" As expected from the young mage in training, he was hyper-enthusiastic about the idea of being like his biggest Role Model.

"Remember what I said about keeping calm earlier?" That got the child to calm down and pay attention, Laxus knew exactly which of his little brother's buttons to push in order to get him to cooperate.

"Fine…" After a brief, but irritated pout, Serandiel calmed down enough to work on his own magic.

He took his grandfather's lesson's to heart, the lessons about where magic comes from. From the innermost parts of a person's soul, the emotions that they feel. Magic is an extension of the human mind, emotion made manifest. Given solid form within the world.

As Serandiel concentrated on finding his magic, Laxus could only look on at what he saw. His little brother was glowing a soft gold, a radiant and warm glow comforting anyone who could see it. it was difficult at first, but Laxus could easily tell the magic he was seeing.

"The light of the Angels…" That was the only thing Laxus could say. "That's Angel Light Magic! But I thought such magic was impossible to learn!" What Laxus said wasn't entirely incorrect, Humans, in general, were unable to learn the magic of both the worlds above and below with some sort of external influence. But here this child was, barely seven years old, unlocking a once thought impossible magic right at the beginning.

Then, the warm glow stopped. Replaced by nothing but a flame. A deep-purple flame completely surrounding the young mage's body. This was the second of Serandiel's two signature magics. While the first magic contained the comforting and caring light of those who live above, the second magic held all the anguish and torment of those who lived below.

"First Angel Light, and now Abyss Flames?" Laxus asked himself, clearly shocked by the recent development. While Makarov had told him about his incredible potential, not a single word was mentioned to him about his surrogate brother having immediate access to two of the most difficult to learn magics in all of Earthland.

The two magics would cycle periodically for the next half hour, as Serandiel internally practiced switching between them at will. The two came instinctually to him, as if he always knew what they were and how they worked. As soon as he could figure out how to switch between the two, he could learn how to fully utilize them to their maximum potential.

(Fairy Tail)

"Alright Grandpa, you have some explaining to do!" Laxus bursting into the Guildhall was one thing, but with Serandiel being towed behind him was a different matter entirely. "Why does Serandiel have access to those magics?"

This caught the aging guild master off guard, all of this was unexpected to him. So instead of formulating a reply, all he did was look at his grandchildren with concerned interest.

"Show him what I'm talking about Serandiel!" Having pushed his shocked and confused younger brother in front of him, Laxus was determined to get his answers.

"Umm, are you sure this is a good…" Laxus only interrupted him, instead of allowing him to finish.

"do it!"

There was only a small sigh, then the young mage did as instructed, and concentrated, releasing enough of his magic, not enough to where he would lose control, but enough to where he could reign it back in once he was done. As before he glowed a soft gold, providing a sense of comfort to his surrogate grandfather.

"The light of the angels, I'm impressed you managed to learn it this quickly. Tell me, my boy, is there more?" the colors shifted, as before the golden glow was replaced by a deep-purple flame.

"Excellent, not only do you wield the light of the angels! But also, the flames of the abyss." Makarov was gleaming with joy, happy that one of his children found their true magic.

"That's a good thing?" Serandiel asked hopefully, albeit with slight fear. "Right?"

"My boy, you have innate access to magics we consider impossible to learn. Just learning one of those would take more than a single lifetime. You, my boy, have just made history."

It would take Serandiel the rest of the day and many more to get over the conversation he had with his grandfather. Most of them spent laying in his room, wondering why he was the one who had this power. Especially if no one in history could even learn half the magic he somehow instinctually knew how to wield.

His room wasn't the only place he'd go to think, there was a spot by the river that always seemed to calm his mind. A spot next to a rock that somehow made him feel at ease.

'What do I do now?' He thought to himself. 'Ever since I discovered this magic, Grandpa's been doing nothing but forcing me to train. It's not like I need it though, I know my magic better than anyone.' He gazed at his hand, burning with the abyss flames, as they were called. Makarov had warned him about these prideful thoughts, it was one of the biggest things he tried to drive into the young Serandiel's mind.

"So, this is where you run off to every day?" There was a voice coming from behind, it was the voice of the girl who joined not too long ago. "Master's worried about you, you know that right?" He only scoffed before replying.

"If grandpa's so worried like you say he is, why did he send you in his place Cana?"

"He didn't ask me to look for you, I came on my own." There was a slight pout, the newly revealed Cana was slightly agitated that he would respond to her as he did.

"If that is true, why would you even bother? We hardly know each other."

"I see this a more of an opportunity to fix that, perhaps we could be friends? Besides, I doubt you have many friends around your own age." She put her hand out, hoping that he would accept her request. Cana may not have been in the guild for very long, but she could see what Serandiel couldn't. He needed friends, someone he could go to whenever he needed. Someone willing to lend an ear or to offer advice.

"You would be right, I will give that to you. Having grown up here, Fairy Tail is the only life I know. I Don't even know my own History, who my true parents are."

"You don't need to know your parents to have a happy life Serandiel. Despite what it may seem, I'm sure your parents would be proud to see the person you have become." She took a seat next to him as she spoke, almost in a comforting manner.

"If anything, I'm sure that they're looking your way right now. Smiling to themselves, I certainly would if I was them."

No more words were spoken as the two simply watched the sunset. Sometimes one would shift so they were closer to the other. Silently forging a bond of trust that would surpass anything the world could throw at them.

The next day, Serandiel returned to the guild, obviously in a brighter mood than he had been previously. Makarov could still see a bit of resentment in his surrogate grandson, so he didn't push the issue currently plaguing the two of them. He wanted his grandson to come to him to fix the issue.

But as the day progressed, he never got to have that conversation. Serandiel was too engrossed with his conversations with Cana to notice the guild master. As much as it hurt him, that his grandson did not want to talk to him about their predicament. He was more than excited to see him start making friends his own age. Perhaps Cana joining the guild was to be a shining light not just for everyone in the guild, but for the small little angel sent to Fairy Tail. An angel whose purpose for existence was still unclear to him at the moment.

But as time wears on, facts will reveal themselves. Information once hidden and lost make themselves know to mankind once again. Battles humanity should never face, will feast their hungry eyes upon those unsuspecting of the grim reality around them. Through it all though, there lies the hybrid. The one hybrid capable of making a difference in the war. Whether he knows it or not, Serandiel has a role to play in the universe. One that not even he himself will fully come to understand.

Once again I deeply apologize for the 3-month wait for this chapter. Hopefully, this was up to your expectations.

I hope you have a wonderful day and I'll see you all next chapter!