Natsu Dragneel POV
"Max! Joey! Wan!" I heard the deep boom of Master Makarov's voice yell from downstairs, waking me from my little power nap.
How the living hell is someone supposed to nap around here with all the damn racket?! A low, irritated growl echoed inside my head letting me know I had woken the beast. Oops.
Why have we been awakened, Cretin? The monster hissed out menacingly.
So I could piss in your Cheerios. A loud roar pierced through my skull, causing my face to scrunch up in an irritated grimace. Sheesh, calm your tits, dude. Gramps woke me up.
"What is it Master?" Max's hushed voice floated up to my ears.
Why would the Master do that?
He probably needs me to listen in on something, be quiet for a minute.
"Come to my office immediately and listen to what I have to say." I smirked.
And there's my que.
The following of murmured words and shuffling feet from the three young vampires quickly followed the leader's order. I raised a brow in confusion as the door quietly shut from downstairs.
Why would Gramps' want to talk to those three idiots?
Maybe he wants to have a nice little chat with them about the importance of safe sex. A loud snort erupted from deep within my chest as I tried to contain my laughter.
I could actually see him doing that with those three.
My point precisely!
"What's so funny, Dragneel?" A small voice sounded behind me. I leisurely rolled my head toward the voice to find my 'brother', Romeo, not-so-patiently bouncing behind me on the balls of his feet. Annoyance filled my being as I laid eyes on the younger vampire.
"Nothing, kid. I just thought of something funny s'all." I stated as I lifted my feet up and placed them harshly on the worn wooden coffee table in front of the chair I was sitting in.
"Can I know the funny thing you thought about?" The dark haired boy asked as he took the seat right next to mine. The large, worn chair swallowed the smaller boy. He looked like a toddler trying on his father's boot for the millionth time, trying desperately to see if it would fit. For being sixty years old, you'd think the bastard would look more mature by now, but Mother Nature was not kind to the eighteen year old Romeo. How things had been going so far for the little bastard, he was never going to look older than a twelve year old girl. I figured he would never mature 'brain-wise' either. I glanced at the young Ancilla again and decided I would have laughed at him if I had been in the mood. Instead a low growl formed in my throat.
Was I this annoying when I was his age?
You are always annoying.
I'm being serious!
So am I.
I rolled my eyes.
Whatever.
I would never lie to you, young master. Sarcasm dripped from the Monster's tone.
I call bullshit.
"Sorry, kid. I forgot what it was already." I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, hoping he would get the hint that I didn't want him around. It didn't.
"Oh, that's okay! When you remember though, you should tell me." My eyelid twitched.
"Sure thing." My voice came out bored and annoyed. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair, focusing on the conversation that was happening below me between the three stooges and Gramps.
"Dragneel?" My eyes flashed green as they snapped open with pure annoyance. I snapped my head toward the Ancilla so quickly it would break any human's neck, my features hard and ragged, anger seeping from my pores.
"What is it now?" My voice came out harsh and irritated.
Why can't this kid just fucking leave me alone?! I just wanna listen to what they're talking about downstairs! Is that too much to ask for?!
"Will you teach me some cool fighting moves sometime? I want to learn how to really fight. Gajeel has been helping me out a little bit, but he just beats me up and doesn't actually help me. I really, really want to beat the snot out of him next time we train. So, will you? Please?" The little bastard pleaded, a big cheesy grin plastered on his face.
The kid fucking smiled at me.
Fucking. Smiled.
I'm going to blow.
Oh, calm your tits, Cretin. Teach the kid some 'cool moves'. He does come from the same blood-line as you do. He's already more powerful than the others and will only grow stronger with age. He just needs some proper training to get him on a different level than the others. He could be someone who might actually be able to challenge you, if you teach him right.
But he's fucking annoying as hell.
I deal with you every day and you're annoying.
But you have to deal with me.
Otherwise I would have run away many, many years ago.
Oh, stop! You know you love me!
"So, will you, Dragneel?" Romeo asked again, hope coming off the kid in giant waves.
God, I really hate being able to read other peoples' emotions. It's so annoying.
Just do it.
An aggravated, but defeated, groan left my lips as I rubbed a hand down my face. "I guess I can-" Romeo stood up quickly, hooting and hollering, pumping his fists in the air like he won the damn lottery.
"Thank you! Thank you so much, Dragneel!" He shouted, a large grin plastered to his face.
Look what you did.
You will live.
Nope. I'm gonna die. Death. Straight up death.
Be quiet.
"Okay, now get out of here, kid. I need to concentrate." My voice came out in a slight growl, startling Romeo somewhat, but the grin he wore never wavered.
"Of course! You're the best, Dragneel! I can't wait to start training with you!" And with that he began to sprint down the hallway to the bedrooms, probably to pick out his outfit to train in. I rolled my eyes.
He gets excited way too easily.
He is excited to spend time with his 'idol'. The monster snickered inside my head.
Someone like me should definitely not be his 'idol'.
No. You are fine to be an idol. I, on the other hand, am not someone to idolize.
Well, he idolizes the both of us cause we're the same damn person!
I thought about what the beast had just said in a little better depth.
And what do you mean I'm fine as an idol? I've killed and tortured more humans in my short lifespan than you have.
A deep sigh left the monster's mouth.
We're done talking. And with that, I was alone. I always hated it when he decided to just up and leave as we started talking about the past. I was always curious as to how he spent his time in the early days. I can't wait till my old man is dead. Then I get the full Methuselah power and all the memories that come with it. Finally, I would know everything and no longer be kept in the dark.
Whatever. I can finally concentrate on what is going on downstairs. I zoned out on a crack in the wall, concentrating on deciphering between all the voices talking downstairs.
"- Bang her all night long." Macao most likely talking to Wakaba about Mira again. Not who I want.
"- Fish in the world!" Happy talking about if he was human, he'd eat all the fish in the world… Again… Not who I want still.
"- Honestly what the majesty wants?" Max. Just who I was looking for! "We don't have to be with her constantly. I think it would be fine if we just stayed around the castle and protected her from a distance."
"Nonsense, child. It would be best if you kept the Princess in your sights at all times." Makarov stated.
"What about when she goes to the toilet or something?" Wan asked, a smile dancing in his voice. I rolled my eyes. Moron.
"Wan, be serious about this." Max scolded the younger vampire. A small grunt sounded. Elbow to the side, maybe? I would've just punched the idiot into next week.
"This is a life or death situation, Wan. I need you three to be aware of the dangers you are facing with this mission. It's not going to be easy. Saber has grown much stronger in the last year. This will not be a walk in the park; it's going to be one hell of a fight and I need all of you to be completely serious about this. Otherwise I will just ask someone else to do it." I chuckled slightly. Looks like Gramps' brought out his 'Master' voice.
"Yes, Master. We understand." Ah, Max. Always the 'adult' of the group.
"Good. You three are dismissed." Shuffling of feet soon followed and I clocked out of the conversation. So, Gramps is making Max, Wan, and Joey go and guard the Princess while all this shit with Saber is happening. I laughed heartily. Is he insane?! Wan and Joey are immature and childish. They are going to be the ones peeking into her dressing room when she's in there and goofing off. I can understand Max. He will actually do something. I thought about it for a minute. Even though he's a little odd.
"Dragneel? I know you were listening." I heard Makarov voice from his office downstairs. I snorted
"Of course, Gramps. I heard my que. I would've listened anyways though, to be honest." A troubled sigh left the Master's lips. I raised my brow at the wall in front of me. "Something wrong?"
"Do you think I made the right choice in sending those three?" I nearly laughed.
"I can understand Max but why Wan and Joey? They're idiots!" Makarov sighed heavier this time.
"Will you come down here and consult with me, please? I always feel strange talking with you when you're not even in the room. Makes me feel like I'm going insane." I chuckled lightly.
"Be right down." I stood up and quietly made my way toward the stairs. Taking them two at a time, I arrived at Makarov's office door within seconds and opened the door to find him standing with his back toward me, staring intently out the large bay window.
"I see you still won't knock." He said tiredly. I shrugged.
"You know I never do. I don't see a point in knocking. It's just wasted effort that could be used doing something more important." I spoke as I sat down on the black leather chair in front of the Master's large, dark wooden desk.
"You definitely are your father's son." I snorted.
"You know I don't like it when you compare me to him." A slight chuckle emanated from the Master's lips as he turned toward me.
"I know, but everything you do reminds me of the rascal." A shadow fell over Makarov's face as the mood plummeted into the dark. "Until he decided to go power crazy." I snorted again.
"He's just a fool, Gramps, don't take it personally. He's screwed everyone over in some way or another."
"Especially you and your brothers." I nodded.
"Especially us."
A pregnant moment of silence surrounded me in the room. It was always weird talking to Gramps about my dad. Sometimes he would just talk about random fond memories of before my dad went crazy and other times he would discuss ways of bringing him out of hiding. It didn't really concern me, but I still listened and offered advice to the old vampire.
"Back to why I brought you down here, shall we?" The Elder said, bringing himself out of whatever daze he was in. Taking a moment to walk down memory lane as Gray would say.
I nodded. "Let's."
Makarov raised a brow in my direction. "You don't think it's a good idea to send those three, do you?" I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest.
"I think Max would do just fine, but I'm not so sure about Wan and Joey. They're still new to being vampires and need more proper training before getting sent on a mission, especially one on this level." The Elder vampire placed a hand on his chin, deep in thought.
"Who else would I send?" I thought about it for a moment.
"Gajeel would probably be good, but he's only recently joined the guild and the King most likely wouldn't trust him. Plus he does have a slight temper. Mira wouldn't go because she's 'retired'. Erza would be another good choice but if we send one of our strongest members, Saber might decide to attack the guild and I honestly don't want to have to defend the whole place without her. I mean I'm strong but she scares even me." I ran through the list of members in my head again. "Laxus could probably go, but he's too much of an asshole to help anyone but himself-" I paused. "No offense."
Gramps shrugged. "None taken. I know my Grandson is an asshole."
I grinned. This was one of the many reasons why I liked Gramps. "Plus he's always gone, doing whatever Laxus does, so I don't think he would even stick around the castle for very long.
"Freed, Evergreen, and Bickslow won't go anywhere without Laxus. Mira would never let Elfman go. Gildarts is never here to even ask him about it.
"Macao and Wakaba would just drool over her the entire time. Romeo is way too young to go on any sort of mission. Laki is crazy and would probably dissect the Princess in her sleep…
"So, that just leaves you, me, Gray, and Happy." I grimaced. "Never mind, Wan and Joey will be fine as long as Max is with them."
Makarov chuckled light heartedly. "I had about the same thoughts you did about the whole ordeal. They were the only three that made sense in my mind. Trust me son, I've gone through everyone multiple times in my head. I was going to have Erza and Mira go with Max instead of Wan and Joey, but I talked to Mira about it this morning and she said that she would do it only if Erza did it, but when I talked to Erza she said that she couldn't do it because she was busy."
I raised a brow in confusion at Master. "Busy? Doing what exactly?"
Makarov shrugged his small shoulders. "I have no idea. When I asked what it was, she said that it was an urgent matter that only concerned herself." A heavy sigh left the Elders lips. I looked at Gramps more closely. The worry he had for the red head was almost suffocating. Pity for the old man stirred up in the pit of my stomach. "She's been acting very strange lately and I'm very worried about her." His tired gaze lifted to mine.
Shit. He's giving me the look. Damn it!
A heavy sigh left my lips and I sent a half-hearted glare at the old man's way. "You want me to follow her around and get some answers, don't you?" A mischievous smirk made its way up the bastard's face.
"Can you read minds? I'm honestly curious if you have that power or not."
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "You're just that easy to read Gramps." I stood up from my chair and stretched my arms high above my head. "Keep Gajeel and Gray on patrol around the castle. Have them make sure nothing too extreme happens. If Saber attacks they'll be close enough to help out if the stooges need it." My gaze turned dangerously serious. "Do not let Happy go. His reflexes have been slowing down since he's been out of practice for so long. I don't give a shit of how much he begs and pleads or how big of a tantrum he throws, keep. Him. Here." Makarov nodded in understanding.
"I will keep him with me at all times." I nodded. Happy was far too out of practice to do any help. If Saber is as skilled and advanced as we fear they are, he would be more of a liability than help. I made a mental note to start training with him again once I figured out what was going on with Erza.
"I'm going to start hunting down Erza." A slight nod from the Master was all I needed before I ran out of the guild hall and into the miles of forest surrounding the area.
Hey! Wake up, lazy ass!
A low growl of annoyance sounded in my head.
Why are you waking me from my slumber, Cretin?
I rolled my eyes at his grumpiness. The old man asked us to find out what Erza has been up to lately.
The red headed woman with the ferocity of nine of me?
I chuckled. That's the one!
The monster grumbled and hissed in an ancient language. Most likely cursing me into the deepest pits of Hell for making him do this.
Quit bitchin' and let's get this going. I wanna go finish my nap.
Fine. Let us hunt.
General POV
"Why is this so flippin' hard?!" The Princess groaned out, banging her head on the large, wooden desk her and Levy were sitting at in the large library. "We've been at this for three hours, Levy! Why haven't we found anything yet?" The tiny bluenette sighed in frustration, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand.
"I told you, Lu! Anyone who meets him doesn't live long enough to tell their story!" Came the exasperated answer to the Princess' question. Lucy gradually turned her face slightly to look at her friend, a pout settling itself upon her plump lips.
"We'll then how do we have this much information on him?" She asked, truly curious. Levy's gaze dropped to the multitude of books and folders scattered around the surface of the large desk.
"Well, most of these documents are just legends that people have made up. Family members of the deceased." The bluenette began to run her hand over the multitude of documents and folders, her eyes narrowed and focused on what she was looking for. "Of course, with every legend there is some sort of truth behind it all and that is why we have all of these. Even if the truth is so exaggerated that it is hardly truth at all. All the work we have in here is to better the Kingdom in any way we see affordable.
"Now I'm not saying that they haven't lied or exaggerated the truth to make the story more exciting or meaningful. What kind of author would they be if they didn't have some kind of imagination behind their work?" Levy smiled a small smile, lost in the work around her.
"But, as untruthful as some of them may be, we still have to rely on what is written. They are the only resources we have and without their information we would not know as much as we do about the King of the Vampires." A dry laugh escaped from Levy's mouth. "Not to mention we have the stories Makarov used to tell us." The Princess' eyes widened drastically in shock.
"You're telling me you know Master Makarov?! The leader of Fairy Tail?" Lucy screeched out, clearly agitated with the lack of information her friend was giving her. Levy shrugged her small shoulders.
"He used to come around the orphanage when I was young and tell us scary stories about the dangerous Methuselah so we would behave for Mrs. Pageworth." Levy's eyes took on a dreamy state. "But sometimes, he would just tell me of times when Igneel was nicer. Makarov has been around a long time, Lu. He witnessed the changing of Igneel from the Prince into the Methuselah. He got to watch him grow and sadly, he got to watch him turn into the monster he became today." Levy began to rummage around in her bag. The Princess leaned over the table in hopes of seeing what her friend was bringing out faster.
Levy grunted as she tried to pull a large leather bound novel.
The blonde's eyes widened and her jaw fell slack. "What is that thing?"
"It's a journal that Makarov used to write in all the time when he was younger. He gave it to me to read because I was always asking about more information about the Methuselah." A mischievous glint entered the blue haired girl's eyes. "I was always a curious one." Slowly she opened the first pages of the book and offered it to the Princess.
Lucy's eyes began to travel all over the pages laid out before her. "Holy shit, Levy."
"Watch your mouth young lady!" Levy growled out, clearly agitated. "How many times do we have to tell you-"
"That a princess is not supposed to use such foul language for it is not proper for a lady of my standings. I know, Levy. I promise I do." The blonde rolled her eyes and gave her friend a small smile, causing the smaller girl to huff and cross her arms over her chest.
"If you know the rules so well then why do you continue to do it?" Levy mumbled out, distraught. "And you know I hate it when you do that, Lu." Lucy laughed, turning the page of the thick journal.
"That's the only reason why I do it!" Lucy laughed out watching her friend grow red in the face from frustration.
"Sometimes I really hate you." The petite girl shot a glare toward Lucy.
The Princess smiled largely. "Love you to, babe." She heard Levy mumble something under her breath and laughed again at the foul language that was spouting from her friends' lips. "I think someone needs a nap."
"I'll show you who needs a nap." The tiny bluenette growled out.
Lucy rolled her eyes at her grumpy friend and looked back down to the journal in front of her. Fear began to cloud her senses as she read over some of the confusing content. A small groan left her plump lips as she tried to decipher the old English the novel was written in. Who the hell writes in old English anymore? She growled out in her thoughts. Lucy slowly began to read the fading words from the old book.
It feels like I can only understand every other word! She groaned again while quickly setting the journal in front of her, feeling a headache settle itself behind her eyes and began rubbing her temples with two fingers.
"This is too much English that I can't understand. I'm getting a migraine because of this nonsense! I quit!" Lucy dropped her head on the desk in front of her, groaning loudly until a soft bark sounded next to her. Rolling her head sluggishly to the right, she glanced over and saw her white Pomeranian, Plue, wagging his body in excitement to get her attention, yelping softly. Lucy grinned widely at the mass of white fluff and picked him up to set on her lap.
"How's my big boy doing?" She gently cooed at the excited dog. Plue yipped excitedly on the blonde's lap, raising itself on her chest to lick her chin.
A small giggle left the blonde's lips. "I missed you to sweetie." Scratching the Pomeranian behind the ears, she looked down to the thick book she had hastily set in front of her and scrunched her nose in disgust. "Don't learn English, Plue. It's confusing, frustrating, and much too much to handle." She said as she picked the fluff ball up under his front legs and brought him in front of her face, looking him in his big blue eyes.
Curiosity filled the Princess' large, brown eyes as she stared at her dog. "I think I'll learn dog." She said with a slight nod. Another soft bark sounded from the dog's mouth, causing the blonde to giggle again. "Seems easy. Woof, woof."
Levy rolled her eyes at the Princess while setting the book she was skimming through down in the process. "It seems like your brain has officially melted. It's time to leave the library now, Lu." The blonde looked up to see the bluenette gathering her things and standing, readying herself to leave. Lucy puffed her bottom lip out in a pout.
"But I've barely learned anything, Levy! Just because I think it would be fun to learn dog doesn't mean that my brain has melted." Levy raised a slim brow at the Princess.
"Yes, it does." Lucy thought about a different approach to the situation to get the blue haired genius to stay.
"How are we supposed to plan something if I still haven't learned anything though? I've learned nothing in these three hours!"
"And you will continue to learn nothing if you can't focus long enough to actually 'read-between-the-lines'." The Princess raised her brows in question at her tiny friend.
"What do you mean 'read-between-the-lines?" She watched the small girl growl in irritation.
"My point exactly." The bluenette itched her forehead. "Can we please leave? My head hurts from all this useless information and I'm starting to get cranky." She whined to the blonde. Lucy sighed.
"Yeah, I can tell." The Princess mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?"
"I said, yeah we can go!" Lucy quickly stood up, Plue waggling in her arms, and put on a cheesy smile.
Levy squinted at the girl. "That's what I thought you said." She said smugly, even though she clearly read through the lie the Princess had fed her. Lucy followed the petite girl through the library and toward the foyer where Virgo was patiently awaiting the two girls.
"Princess, the Fairy Tail vampires are here to meet you." Lucy took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, her momentary panic settling.
"Thank you, Virgo. My father's study, I take it?" The pink haired woman nodded before walking down the hallway, leading the two girls to the room where their fate would change drastically.
Lucy Heartfilia POV
Levy and I followed Virgo down the long hallway to my father's study in silence. I didn't know what to say. We hadn't figured out much in the library about anything really, which was very frustrating. I was still frustrated by the little progress we had made. My mind began to wander about the different possibilities these vampires would create for us. I really hoped they would be helpful.
"Come in." I heard the hushed voice of my father from the other side of his study door.
Well that was fast. I thought not realizing we were already at the door and Virgo had knocked. Being engrossed in my own thoughts makes me forget what I'm doing sometimes.
I waited while Virgo opened the door for us and slowly stepped inside, Levy following close behind. I looked to see three men standing in a row next to my father. My jaw almost dropped.
These guys don't look like vampires! They look exactly like any normal human being in the world! Aren't vampires supposed to be deathly white with red rimmed eyes and super skinny?
My brain is now confused.
"Hello, Princess." The one with chin length beige hair said with a smile. He took a step forward and held out his hand for me. "My name is Max Alors." I glanced down at his hand and back up to his face. What does he want me to do with his hand? Lick it? What if he bites me?! I'm sure my face showed off my horror from my current thought because Max chuckled lightly.
"It's just a hand shake. I'm not going to bite Princess, you can trust me." I glanced at my father at his desk and saw him give me a slight nod. Well, crap.
"It's very nice to meet you Mr. Alors." I gave my nicest forced smile and took his hand in mine.
Gross, his hand is sweaty.
"Please, just Max. And these two are Wan Chanzie and Joey Fullborn. They will also be your guardians." Max stepped back and gestured toward two dark haired men. I raised a brow at both of them. The slimmer one snickered lightly while the bulky one just stared at me.
Great. Just great. These two are probably going to turn out to be morons while Mr. McSweaty-pants over here is going to drown me.
I gave the other two an even more forced smile.
I'm going to have to have a word with dad after these three leave.
"It's very nice to meet all of you." I looked toward the bulkier one. "Wan?"
He snorted. "No way, I'm Joey…" He paused but quickly added, "Your highness."
Ah, so steroids man is Joey and toothpick is Wan. Nice to know. I nodded in understanding.
"Now that introductions are out of the way," My father stated, "I would like to speak to my daughter in private please." I saw Max give him a slight nod and motioned for the other two idiots to follow him out of the room. As Joey (or was it Wan?) passed me I noticed the not-so-subtle wink he directed in my direction.
Ew… I think I'm gonna puke.
My face twisted in disgust as he sent me a yellow smirk while giving me the old 'up-down'.
Note to self: Stay as far away as possible from steroids man and never be alone with him without a metal baseball bat.
As the three vampires walked out of the study toothpick mumbled something to steroids that caused him to laugh an obnoxious, barbaric laugh that made me jump from the ferocity.
"I'm going to go fucking insane." I grumbled low to no one in particular.
"Lucinda." I turned quickly to face my father. He scares me when he brings out his "King" voice.
"Yes Daddy?"
"This is what is best for you, do you understand." I started shouting foul language inside my head, but nodded calmly. The king raised a brow in my direction. "I know that look, Darling. You are cursing me to the deepest pits of Hell right now, are you not?"
Shit. I'm too expressive I swear.
I bit my lip and shook my head no. My mother chuckled.
"I promise it's not going to be as bad as that just was, honey." She gave me a kind smile. "They are supposed to be silent protectors, Max being the exception as he is the leader of the group. They are to only speak when spoken to." I raised a brow.
Silent my ass.
"Why does Max have the exception then? Being a leader doesn't give him a bigger right over the others." I shrugged my shoulders. "Not that I'm complaining anyway. Toothpick and Steroids kind of scare me." My mother and father gave a light-hearted chuckle.
"Toothpick and Steroids? I guess those are fitting names for the two." My mother chuckled out.
I raised my brow. Why are they in such a good mood? Isn't the world ending? I voiced my concern.
"We're just more confident now that we have Fairy Tail helping us, Honey." The King said.
"Confident about me not being killed?" I raised a brow and grimaced slightly.
"I wouldn't have put it those words exactly, but that is basically it." My father said, his gaze hardening under my stare. "This is going to be a temporary placement, my daughter."
I raised a brow. "Only temporary?"
My mother nodded. "Only until Saber Tooth has been completely eradicated."
"Makarov already has plans set into motion for defeating Saber and more plans that just need to be placed." The King finished my mother's sentence.
I nodded in understanding. "So, Makarov is the leader of this operation, correct?" The king and Queen nodded. "I guess that makes sense since he is a very well-known, powerful, vampire." A sudden thought hit me just then.
Shit! I totally forgot!
"Father, will you please excuse me? I must go speak with Levy privately." My father nodded.
"As you wish my daughter. Please be careful. I will send for you as soon as we know more about the situation." I curtsied to my father in respect and to dismiss myself. He was the only person I would even curtsy to in my entire life. I refused to let anyone else to have any kind of power over me like that.
"What did you need to talk to me privately about, Lu?" I heard the timid voice of Levy sound beside me. I had totally forgotten that was the excuse I gave to my father to get out of there quickly.
"I just said that to get out of there." We briskly turned the corner into the servant's living quarters. "I needed an excuse to go talk to Goldmine about everything." I saw the blunette nod in the corner of my eye. "Maybe he will understand what is going on better than us and know how to make sense of it more." She shrugged.
"It wouldn't hurt to talk to him about it. Any other input we can get would help us tremendously in figuring out an attack plan." I nodded. Levy would always be on my side. No matter how stupid the stunt I would pull, she was my rock. The only person to jump headfirst into Hell with me and not complain about doing so.
"I'm glad you're with me on this." I said honestly. I really had no idea where I would be without this temperamental little blue haired girl.
"You know I'll always be on your side." She looked at me with such honesty I almost stopped dead in my tracks. Until a small smirk graced her lips. "Even if your ideas are completely suicidal and insane." I scoffed.
"I thought we were having a moment, Levy." She giggled.
"That's why I had to say something funny. It got too serious for a second there." I agreed with her. We have never been part of the 'serious' bunch. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Let's just go tell Goldmine what we've found out and figure out our next move." I heard her take in a deep breath.
"Now or never?" She looked at me, hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears. My heart softened. She was just as terrified as I was with the situation as a whole. I had to be strong for her. She was my best friend. My other half. My biological sister. We had been through everything together. She always protected me. She had always been stronger than me. Now it was my turn to protect her.
I nodded sternly. "Now or never."
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