The Threnody of Humanity.

Summary: She appeared almost god-like. Colossal erbium wings and swords of many soaring above her. She listened to the music of their world, lyrics of brittle pain to iron strength. A sorrowful song that seemed to rewind endlessly. It brought tears to her eye, one that garnered her to say an unbreakable promise:

"I will put an end to this melody, and lift you all from endless threnody."

Pairing: It will be recognized in due time.

Longer Summary: Erza had accepted a peculiar request from Makarov, in ask that she help rid a country's source of pain. Unquestionably, she took the job. Refusing help from any of her peers the woman went alone to the country, however it slowly becomes obvious that this place wasn't ordinary from the gigantic human-like monsters and the unawareness of magic. Erza Scarlet was far from home.

Author's Note:

Enjoy the read!

braze.

PSA: I never really put any disclaimers in my work because if I was writing any of these shows I wouldn't be spending my time here.

If the taste of stale beans and brown bread didn't make him want to puke then surely the coarse way his fanatic companion sat down next to him would.

He wouldn't do it though, vomit was a repulsive thing to clean up. Instead, he set the plate down and pushed it away, bringing a porcelain cup to his lips to wash away the aftertaste. He glared at them, eyes of quiet disdain. Waiting for whatever they planned to unleash from their wide mouth.

"Levi, you will not believe what had just happened!" They frantically put their hands up in excitement and leaned into the face of the shorter man. Levi, the one drinking the tea, could only situate his eyes somewhere else and not respond, in a hopeless attempt for them to realize that he wanted nothing to do with this conversation.

Like initially said, a hopeless attempt.

"It's funny actually, how this got around with everyone but us! I mean we should've known from the jump but people like Eren or Connie knew it before even me! The people of these walls have been frantic about it since yesterday!"

Levi spoke. "I don't give a damn."

His comrade raised their brows, a smile tugging on chapped lips. "Actually, I think you will."

"Apparently someone from outside the walls came in."

Hange was right. How such information didn't get to them first was now beyond him because such a feat was almost mythical. Something too good, too ludicrous to be true, and while his curiosity was definitely peaked, the mucky smug look that rested on the squad leader's face irked him. So he lied.

"I still don't give a damn."

Hange laughed, before settling an arm around the Ackerman. A move which the soldier threw off in a heartbeat. "Yes, you do!"

Levi leaned back into his seat, arm on the crest rail, eyes looking at nothing particularly, his thoughts clouded his sight. "If anything, we'll know enough about it when the trial comes, trespassers are usually dealt with in such manner, anyway."

Hange's smile settled for something less obnoxious, a knowing-serenity that he wasn't comfortable with. "By General Zackly, right?"

He brought the cup back to his lips. "Who else?"

What else needed to be said?

"Yet here's the thing." Hange leaned forward, and Levi found himself looking into those oak eyes once again, ones so jovial like newborn life, it's a glimmering hope that he's not so close with anymore. How it reigns so prominent in her eyes is a wonder on its own. A reason as to why he respects the bespectacled partner more than he'd ever admit.

"It seems that Zackly was the one who had brought her in."

Levi's brows furrowed. "Her?"

Hange squealed, hands once again on the smaller man, something he failed to question from his own stupor. "A woman, Levi! A human!"

"Do you know what this even means?" Hange's face was now inches away from him, close enough for him to see the pores on the nose. "It means there's life outside there! Maybe even a whole community!"

"It means,"

Levi's eyes flickered towards the candle near them as Hange continued to speak.

"That there's a chance of surviving outside these walls!"

The first thing Erza had done when she awoke from her slumber was pray.

The woman wasn't praying to anything specific, but the contents of her prayer were for only one thing in particular.

Fairy Tail.

She hadn't really engaged herself in religion until Lisanna's death. A day she remembered like the palm of her hand. That day when she had found herself in awe of the lethargy of the rain, and began to walk aimlessly.

She remembered on that bleak day, when the rain resembled runny paint instead of usual crystals, seeing her long-time rival crouching down in front of an engraved tombstone. Almost like a spell, she was compelled to move closer until the long locks of her holy hair brushed against her.

"Oh." She spoke, looking up with murky eyes towards the quiet redhead. "It's just you."

Bated breath, choked cords, and a downy face was all she could muster up for the first few minutes. Yet the look of someone she remembered throwing fists at, hands clawing at long hair, the charred airless laughs that fell from each of their mouths, a girl she remembered with her chest out and nose up had now pulled in and set her face to the floors.

When was the last time she had seen her snowy hair fly as she walked? Now it rested on her back like a board, dolor as her body.

She swallowed insecurity, "I'm-I'm sorry." Tears blended so well with the world. "Mirajane, I'm so sorry."

Mirajane laughed, a fragile-world whirling laugh, "... For what?"

Erza dithered in a flood of her own words. "I-I just... I'm sorry for.. well.."

"Of course," The demon hostess got up with a sigh, a porcelain hand grasping hers. "You don't know what because you don't know why."

Of course, that was the simple truth of it all.

"You didn't do anything, so don't apologize."

The rain spoke for them.

Erza stared at the shorter woman, eyes solid. "I'm... I'm sorry I didn't do enough, I'm sorry we couldn't do enough."

There was a look of static surprise in the young woman, one that was quickly forgotten by the soft smile of her lips. A smile that surprisingly fitted her with grace. Lithe fingers wove into the Titania's and the grasp became firm with trust. Mirajane's head turned towards the tombstone. Looking at the rock with a sort of serene melancholy.

In big broad font,

Lisanna stared back at her.

Seeing the bittersweet look that Mirajane held right here and now only left a sour vile tang on her tongue. It was a face she was so familiar with, as she had made the same face as she ran away from a burning tower and its wretched cries from men.

"You know, I don't really believe in God. Or anything." Mirajane spoke lightly, her words almost disappearing into the rain.

"Yet each time I come here, to Lisanna." The bartender bit her lip. "I found myself praying."

Erza blinked but never left her eyes off the tomb. "Praying to God?"

Mira laughed, and this time it sounded like withering rose petals cascading down the air. "Maybe to God? Maybe to luck, fate, happiness, anything out there really." She sighed, and with her free hand ran through her wet hair with lax movement.

"I just know... that I found myself praying to anything to keep her safe, to make sure she's happy even in the afterlife."

"I think that's what prayers work the best for anyway, for a tranquility."

Erza squeezed Mirajane's hand again, and the brokenhearted girl looked back up to the knight. Eyes so frail as if one blink could burst waterfalls of tears expressing every type of emotion that was ever named.

"I.. I think Lisanna's also praying for you, wherever she is." Erza's word was devoid of anything humorous but that didn't stop the droopy fallen angel to chuckle out a laugh. Her eyes slowly gaining life again.

Mirajane wiped water from under her eye, and Erza couldn't tell if it was a tear or rain. "Oh really? Then what is she praying for?"

Erza stared at her. Knowing that these next words were no less than a lie, and were in the same boat of false security.

"That you and Elfman move forward,

never forgetting but forever growing."

She was sure that Mira knew that as well.

Even still, Mira's eyes still widened, and a broken smile that dangled between a tearful sob and a heartful laugh trembled on her face. The gloom of truth and the shade of realization were all too similar. The small girl with a big heart threw herself into her long-time rival, her long-time friend, and all Erza did was embrace her. Weaving lithe digits within her beautiful rivers of white.

And if you were in the rain, walking up to see the both of them. You wouldn't be able to tell if Mirajane was crying or laughing. What transpired stayed lock between the two like blood.

Since then, on long missions. Erza prayed.

She prayed to fate, luck, God, whatever was out there. That Fairy Tail was forever growing but never forgetting. That when she came home, they'd welcome her with open arms and drink the night away knowing that everything was set in their favor, that happiness no longer is jeopardized.

It was odd when Erza first settled into her temporary home. Seeing all the happy faces and cheerful attitudes that came from the people, they had settled to live a life within these walls. Content enough with it all.

And while this land was beautiful in its own right, Erza wondered the different truths and joys there were missing out the more they spent time here.

Which already had her miss Fairy Tail incredibly so.

The Titania sighed before rising from the ground, pushing strawberry hair from her shoulders and onto her back. She rolled her neck, hearing the joints crackle and snap like branches under one's feet before staring at her scenery. Her apartment resembled Lucy's in more old-fashion and bigger way, the bed near the window, and two tables sat in the middle of the bedroom. A mirror on the side of the wall, three cabinets, and an empty shelf.

While it was spacious enough, Erza would take Lucy's home any day. It glowed with personality and femininity, things Erza really admired from the celestial mage. There was a vibrancy there that couldn't be replicated.

Erza stared at the room in deep thought, before a warm smile rested on her face.

"But it can be imitated."

With that, the motivated girl tied her hair up, clasped her hands and began tidying up.

The ride towards Utopia district was surprisingly comfortable, granted that this could be because of the type of people who were even embarking the ride at all.

Commander Hange and Mike. The two odd companions were now walking within the busy streets of the Utopia district, the many citizens giving their snide comments or cheerful greeting to the two. They were never too close but never too far. Mostly conversations strayed from the fighters and in turn were about the blood-head beauty that now roamed their streets with growing familiarity.

Hange hummed, "Seems she's already made a mark on the people here." The words that were used to describe the newcomer were all diverse but in the end, inexplicably linked in some way. Hange would admit, she didn't expect someone to leave such a broad mark so quickly.

It only left more tremors of excitement run through her skin.

Hange had been eager to see who the infamous woman was and when Erwin had brought the three commanders to his office to discuss the arguably most anticipated talk so far, Hange had already called dibs on meeting the woman before Erwin even spoke.

"You won't need to worry about that." Erwin reassured, "Most of her time will be spent within the Survey Corps."

Levi folded his arms, "So I didn't even have to think about seeing her face when I'm bound to see it almost every day anyway."

Hange excitedly clenched her fists, a blush now ripe as a tomato. "Then it's settled! I'll have her be an essential piece of my research!" Erwin nodded, but his hands never disappeared from his face. His eyes went to Levi, and they were both caught in a crossfire that neither one didn't mind fueling.

"With that being said," Erwin continued. "There's something I need you to do for my sake."

The Ackerman's brows furrowed, "...Why the fuck are you only looking at me?"

"This request is best fit in your hands, either way."

He had paused, and then Levi's eyes widened slowly as the realization dawned incredibly fast upon him. "No way.."

Erwin only smiled. "She had actually requested if she learned our equipment if all else fails for her," His wording had left them a bit jarred, there was an implication snugly hidden there, and Erwin was foolish to think he could let such a statement slide from some of the most perceptive people within the walls.

Hange stayed quiet, hand cradling chin. Levi rolled his eyes, head down as he resumed leaning back against the wall. Mike stood straight.

"If all else fails her," Mike thought deeply but his words were unconsciously said loud enough for them to hear. "Is there something else we're betting on with this woman? Something that exceeds our technology?"

The 13th Commander spoke silence as he slowly got up, a smile broad on his face. He turned to look at the people before him, all geniuses in their own right. "If I must say something, I'd say this."

"With her and Eren's existence... I truly think that humanity is walking the lane of an everlasting victory."

Now the blond and brunette found themselves at the home of the said woman, breath hasty and eyes flashing back and forth each other.

Hange was not one for timed dramatizes in a childish manner, "Well what are we waiting for! I'm knocking!" Her balled hand hit the oak door with an intensity (one that could be interpreted anyway). "We've got no time anyway, Erwin wants her at the headquarters now."

However, Hange's knocks were fed nothing but the noise of the town. The scientist knocked again, harder and with her voice attempting to override the crowds. "Erza Scarlet! This is the Scout Regiment, and we've come in order to guide you to our headquarters!"

Once again, nothing had seemed to answer. Suddenly it the sound of snickers and chuckles seemed to rise in volume, she slid an eye to her right. People were truly laughing at them as if they were making a fool of themselves for knocking on someone's door. Hange paused to look at the taller male. "Is there something we're missing here?"

Mike looked up at the covered window at the top of the cottage, and with a nonchalant shrug spoke. "Perhaps she's resting, or is wandering around the town in hopes to get accustomed."

Which made sense, apparently Erza had gotten here around a couple or a few days ago. Not enough time to really indulge in a new setting. The townspeople seemed to be comfortable enough to speak of her name, so the intimacy between her and the folks seemed secure enough. Perhaps she was shopping? Maybe even meditating? It was very hard to make up assumptions based on someone you only knew by word and not by sight.

Mike saw the troubled thought that went through the younger woman's face. "Should we go back?"

Hange scratched her temple and let out a dissatisfied sigh before shrugging. "We can come back an hour later." Her disappointment oozed from her words and while they could've tried looking for her within the town, it would've taken too much of a time that was already limited.

Yet before they could even walk down the stairs, a bedim of a body appeared before them. One that extolled air with an intensity only seen through running. They heaved at the end of the stairs and as their palpitations settled with each breath Hange and Mike could slowly make out the sweet honey brown hair and thin body that shook below them.

"Nifa?" Hange said as she stepped down and placed her hand on the small of girl's back. "Did you run all the way here? For what?"

Nifa wheezed, eyes tightly shut as tears bridge so slightly under her soft lashes. "T... The woman… she.. she's already .. at the head-headquarters.."

Hange's brows creased before she looked at Mike then back to the officer before them.

"Excuse me?"

"Erza Scarlet, it's great to see you again."

The rosy-colored woman let out an airy chuckle and settled her lips into a saccharine simper. Her eyes were of cloudy joy.

"I hope I'm not late." Erwin shook his head, eyes towards the short Corporal, beckoning him to take a seat alongside the young fairy. The man complied and swiftly sat down without a second thought. "In fact, you are particularly early."

Erza sighed, a fluttering sense of relief. "Well, I'm glad. I wasn't sure if I would make it on time."

"I hope Hange and Mike treated you well during your ride here?" Erza's brows furrowed, and doe eyes blinked.

"... I'm sorry, who?"

Levi snorted then turned his head to his left.

Erwin's smile faltered. "The ones who accompanied you? I asked them to escort you so you do not get lost."

"Oh," There was now drips of guiltiness on her face and Erza bowed her head sloppily, "I apologize... I had left before even seeing them."

"So then how did you get here?"

"I just walked," Erza said, hands now crossed with one another. "I already memorized the roadscape from my previous visit."

Levi's eyes met with Erwin, and he could see the man gauging his look with salty eagerness. While Levi thought the feat was a bit odd for a newcomer. He didn't find any reason to voice his reaction, but it seemed that the lieutenant was adamant that people were exposed to the young girl's skills.

Like a rich man showing off a purebred dog. A concoction of diseases and disabilities the more it lives within its own blood.

However, this girl was no bred dog. A rather cruel comparison as even as he wasn't blind to the almost exaggerated look she beheld. Exaggerated like the color of her hair, resembling the color of deep rose, or identical to the color of nabob's blood; the type of blood to come weeping from the throat.

It was a color that rivaled Isabel's.

While a good body is a good body, it also says what kind of face goes with it. To be put side by side with the many women in their ranks her body would be dissimilar. Even with people like the female Ackerman, whose body leaned more to the side of muscularity.

No, this girl's body was too feminine. If anything, it reeked of sexuality. Eyes of blackened smoke with the center a liquid-like chocolate, lips lifted and perky,(PINK, RED, PINK), shaped into a sweetheart. Heavy lashes, serpent-body, her languidly was alike of the feline; moving like the tiger, the lion, the cat, the leopard. While her face held no sense of wanton, not sickeningly lewd, her mousse voice dripped with warm sensuality.

There was still something alluring, it was innocently displayed but when surrounded by the likes of ones drenched with knowledge and sin it was ultimately desired. The charm of jade, harlot, but the temperance of a vestal.

Compared to many within these walls, she truly did seem like the sliver of beau. A scent of dew and steel encompassed her and her skin was butter milky. He was sure the faintest of blood blushing on her cheeks would shine with such delicacy. She did not seem to carry calloused skin or rough edges, grime was not embedded into her skin like some people he had seen in his life.

Her eyes met with Levi's and instead of a demure look or something akin to needle-poking fear, she simply stared back.

Eyes of a war zone, bombs, and pride. Yet in the middle of it stood the holy part of authority. There is a multifaceted story in them, biblical, and still, there is that twinge of angel love reserved for someone untouchable. Levi wanted to roll his eyes, she was still a woman in the end of it all.

It was like knight staring at a king, and a king staring at a god. There is a level, there is a respect. Neither would back down since they deserved their throne, and neither faltered.

Levi Ackerman wasn't stupid. He had only stared at her for a brief second but when her eyne resembled the likes of a burning wooden kingdom he knew enough.

Erwin, for all that could've been said, had stayed silent and read the story between the picture. Then he called out.

"Erza Scarlet, this is Corporal Levi. He is our best soldier when it comes to taking down the titans and you will be under his tutelage for learning our maneuvering equipment." Erza nodded towards Levi and the gesture was not reciprocated back. "I guarantee that if you learn it from him, you will a pro in little to no seconds."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Levi." Erza rose from her seat, hands pressed on her thighs as she bowed properly. "Please take care of me."

Levi kissed his teeth, "I'm not your babysitter, you take care of your damn self." Erza seemed to falter but nonetheless nodded.

"O-Of course, captain. I apologize."

Levi's fingers flexed and the crackle-pop of his fingers resounded in the room. He leaned forward, back hunched and arms now hanging in the space of spaced legs. A silence befall them all, until the smaller man spoke.

"What do you work best with, hands or a weapon?"

She smiled. "A sword."

Chatter ran like rain around the castle, and it heightened in density depending on where people were. However, it was all the same.

Humanity's strongest soldier was to test the abilities of the scarlet woman.

The reactions flurried, and rumors arose like smoke. People spoke their opinions like it came straight from the bible. It was bit unfair, but the side which everyone leaned on was a deep landslide. Levi Ackerman's history was a fabled one, one littered with scars and tribulation. No one doubted the fact that the man wasn't the strongest. Many heard of his power and some had seen it in action. At the point of time, the vast opinion one might've had on the man was muddled as the point of this fight weighed more than anything.

Versus the heady scarlet female who strode in with ferocity. Many of the scouts had heard of some aspect of the woman since the day she had been here. The story of her introduction had apparently been a request by Premier Darius Zackly. Suddenly him and the commanders were escorted out of the walls but for what seemed to be spanning only under two hours. All of them alive and well but sporting looks ultimately the same.

Since that day, none of them had chosen to speak on the topic. Until rumors from the Military Police came, and then it traveled to the Garrison, then to the Scout Regiment. Apparently in the face of his drunkenness. Nile had slipped up with bumbling lips when asked about the knight.

"A Titania." Nile sipped, eyes hard and stony. The only thing seeming to gain his interest was not the looks of the men around him but the murky rum wallowing in his cup.

"Sorcery, magic, witchcraft. Whatever it is.. There's a whole different world outside these slabs. "

Needless to say, that didn't settle the hearts of many. Enigma like a thick fog encased her more than air. Her existence now delved into one of a threat as well as curiosity. One of their biggest forces was going head-to-head with an unknown power. If they lost, what did it say about their regime?

The fight, however, to the two opponents was not nearly on the same significance.

Levi squeezed the hand guard of both gears, pressing the trigger slowly before throwing it over to the Titania. She caught them with lethargic ease, opting to stay silent and inspect. The swords were slightly thick but one run of her finger, and she could understand the need for constant replacement, and the need for two. It's handle was a bit bizarre to her, the need for a trigger on swords almost sounded ridiculous.

The closest thing she could relate these weapons to was a simple box cutter.

There were in a shed of some sort, filled with the mechanics of their weaponry. Levi had begrudgingly brought her in to present to the gear she'd be wearing for their spar. 'Not a fight,' She remembered him saying earlier, 'Killing you would be a fucking hassle.'

"What are the triggers for?" She asked quickly, lightly testing the loose press. When she gained no response she looked up, to see the shorter man replacing a blade. He did not bother looking up at her, as if he was in his own world.

He pulled a cloth to rub something off of the guard, "Gas."

Erza's mouth popped in sprinkling realization, watching the captain's ministrations. It seemed he was not of a talker, but not once allowing herself to reduce his respect for him. "This is something new..."

His eyes reached up to her and while there is no blatant sense of curiosity, it is tinged sickly with the tone of his voice. His lips in a soft sneer as his eyes take her in. "Are you expecting me to teach you how to use this? We're using these type of swords because you will use them to kill Titans."

"But these swords," Erza's voice is contorted with confusion. "They way they are shaped, they will break with constant use."

Levi rolled his eyes, "Then you'll simply replace the blade and continue fighting." Clearly finished with the conversation as his feet silently trudged the hay and towards the entrance.

Erza was still not finished as she turned around to watch the older man leave. "That's what you're saying for fighting Titans right? What about with our spar then?"

"Then make the most of your time. " Levi said, without a sliver of care. He bothered not giving the redhead a glance as he left the shack.

"I'll give you thirty minutes, don't waste my time."

Erza did nothing but looked down at the sword in her hands. The events that seemed to roll on top of one another were blinding and even she could admit she felt a bit out of touch. Reactions to her were vastly different depending on who was who. In the district, she welcomed there with a stir of hesitancy and awe that slowly shifted into pride among the citizens. The atmosphere in the air was far different from any town she accommodated in.

The conversations were the same, the kids running around with dirty knees and burning eyes were the same, the drunk men trembling with each step were the same, and from the food to the joy to the way they lived was like any other town. Erza had seen towns with such a culture numerous times, this wasn't anything new.

Yet even then, there was something more sinister that reigned over it all.

Like a painting on a wall that one may forget from time to time with the wall but will ultimately always be there. And when they remember it, it is quite the shock.

And that noise, there always seemed to be a small sound radiating from someone.

Someone's individual note, and when they were with another person the sounds began to intertwine. They made a tune. All of them sounding relatively melancholy, no matter what the expression the person was holding. The bashful look of a virgin and her infatuated glassy eyes did not stop the sound exuding from her to be a thumping, tortuous beat. The haughty prickly laugh of the boastful man, his thick hands rubbing his peeking beer gut would not alter the itchy cords of his being.

There was a sense of despair that wallowed in the guts of the citizens within the walls.

And as she recalled the lifeless, child-like doughy grins of those Titans. She understood why.

That was however the case for the citizens. With the ones in the military, specifically the Scout Regiment seeing she was around their headquarters, was more patriotic if anything. Beats faster, thunderous, almost resembling war cries. Like a deer in the jaws of a lion but instead of succumbing it thrashed with vigor and a quenching will to survive.

She wasn't particularly sure how she suddenly started to hear this, but she couldn't say this was a pro or a con. Perhaps depending on the scenario. Sometimes they became drenched in despair it brought a queasiness to her stomach. Times like now, it was a bit reassuring.

A kind of patriotism that she found within the members of her own guild.

Erza's fingers tightened around the handle, and the wash of yearning came over with the weight of an army. The scarlet woman closed her eyes for a brief moment, easing the unsteadiness of her heart. Falling for her own needs was not a distraction she needed in a world that desired her help. She had to focus her time to satisfying their needs.

The wish to be with her family could simply wait for when she was under the covers of her new cold bed.

Even then her point had been proven to be true, because as the knight drowned her in own thoughts she failed to see the face crudely near her face. Observing with a sense of fascination, one that would've gone unnoticed had they not breathed out a minty awe. Earthy eyes stared back at an equally vibrant brown.

The words that may have formed at the tip of woman's tongue were swallowed when the young scientist blinked and found that the very sword used to kill Titans was resting tightly at her jugular vein. Eyes blown and bright like the aftermath of an apocalyptic war. A sincere intent waned on her face as Hange saw the woman's jaw clench.

A burning reaction only met with such a flippant face, one scratchy with vermilion and shivering skin. Erza's eyes widened in shock before she quickly stepped back, taking a gracious look at the woman before her.

Her tousled hair was tree-colored and tied up, and she wore some sort of goggles. The woman, though she had never seen here before, was wearing the same attire of Corporal Levi, already situating her status to the knight

Erza cursed silently and a scorching blush was now rampant on her face. 'I almost attacked one of the leaders, how careless!' An armored hand pinched the bridge of her nose and dropped down in order for the mage to bow. It had been so long since someone was that proactive with interacting with her, and such feelings spilled into her stomach with no care.

"I apologize. I had not expected for such a direct interaction, this situation is all to my fault alone."

She couldn't believe how many times she had embarrassed herself in front of the commanders. The shame now pricked her skin with an icy intensity.

While Erza knew her apology was short and to the point, she could argue that it did not deserve a silent answer right after. Curious, she looked up to gauge the woman's reaction hoping to have not angered her. That was all Erza had expected. A silently offended look.

Not a gooey smile, face red like a cherry, eyes shimmering like rocks under shallow clear water.

It was the same smile a pervert would wear. Of course, she could recognize this smile. It was something she might've worn months ago, or seen some men wear when peeping through the holes of a bathhouse.

"So fast.." The bespectacled lady uttered, hands over heart. Erza's brow quirked in curiosity as the woman trembled ludicrously.

"You were insanely fast? How is that even possible? I couldn't even comprehend the speed until now!"

She ran back up to the mage, now grasping her armored hands. Ignoring the rash of red that matched heavenly with her hair. "Is such a movement to be expected from anyone residing where you come from?" Erza grimaced, before shaking her head.

"N-No? I'm sorry I-"

The scientist sighed with awe, "Incredible. It's a trained trait, huh?" She let go of her hands before resting them on her small hips. "You must've used it to get here."

Then it clicked, Erza's mouth opened and her owlish eyes gleamed with understanding. She quickly bowed again, which had seemed to confuse the ecstatic scientist.

"You must be Hange. I apologize," Erza's voice was slow and with caution. She had already reacted violently with this woman. There was an expectation coming from these people and if she made another mistake she wasn't sure what would happen to her next.

"I had left a little earlier on instead of waiting by. Had I known, I would've stayed. I understand if there is a need for punishment."

Hange only laughed, and Erza lifted her face in shock. "Please, that was totally normal! I get it. You don't know any of us but neither do we know anything about you."

The titan-lover was so surprised by the chivalrous attitude displayed by the woman in front of her. Rumors were so fickle, as the constant talk of a threatening being with hair the color of blood were maybe not too far from the truth. Seeing that in very few seconds Erza had the gear aimed at her jugular. Yet, that side of Erza wasn't the only side it would seem, as now the knight was bowing in front of her with tomato skin.

It made Hange feel a bit relieved, but a bit disappointed, they weren't dealing with an inhuman being. They were dealing with a normal (as one can be) woman.

Though she already knew her name, Hange wanted a proper introduction anyway.

"It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Hange Zoe. In charge of the Fourth Section."

Erza, luckily, understood what Hange was doing and smiled back. The red now a small hue.

"Erza Scarlet, a Fairy Tail mage. The pleasure is all mine."

Hange smiled, before pointing to the entrance behind them. "Fairy Tail, huh? I'd ask you more but we ought' get you out there for your little spar with Levi. He doesn't like slacking so it's best we leave now."

Erza nodded and began to move, "Yes, it would seem that I've-", until the taller woman placed a hand on her shoulder.

Her face once again unholy and perverse. "Then later… let's have a thorough examination. For science, of course!"

Erza's face was a sickly white, but the woman was conditioned to nod anyway. That itself was enough for Hange, who pulled her out of the shed with a confident gait.

"Alright, let's go see you fight that shorty! And maybe win, if you really are as good as they say."

Author's Note:

I think I've realized that this fanfic is me disregarding my Moana and One Piece fanfic, which I will rewrite sooner or later. I do have a lot of ideas for this fanfic, though and hopefully, along the road I can have someone assist me with it. I think as the story gets deeper I'd like help from someone who has equal extensive knowledge in both SNK and Fairy Tail.

Now, I know I have used a lot of prose for my works but it's incredibly dense in this fanfic, and that is intended. I've also pretty much described Erza's appearance on a daily basis, but if you pay attention there is slightly a different way Erza is described. Some words I've used seemed to have a totally different meaning in this fanfic, that is the blessing of English. It's honestly so lovely, nothing is fucking straight in this language at all.

The constant reiteration of Erza's look is for a reason, though, and by the people, I have put under in the tag for 'Characters' their certain visualization of her will lay down their relationship with her in the future. No, this is not a love triangle or harem fanfic. Never will be. I'm not particularly found of those.

Erza Scarlet is stupidly OP in the AOT/SNK world. Though the idea of this fanfic, isn't really for Erza to flex her muscles and prove everyone here that she's the best. She will not save humanity, she will not be here forever, in fact, she'll be able to go home at any time she pleases later in this fanfic. However, she will definitely change the hearts of many. If not that, then simply one person. One person who undoubtedly needs it. Whatever their relationship becomes is just fate.

Most of these chapters will be 6k words or above, it's what I've set to help me keep pushing into writing. The same rule will most times be used for my other fanfics too.

I got a DM, a while back and yes. This song is inspired entirely by Threnody for Europe — Thomas Bergersen.

Thank you for the read!

braze.