A/N: Well, it would seem that I've hopefully found my spark to continue writing this, which is a bit of a good thing, so I'm going to try and write another historical omake to see if it's really back. But yeah, just so you all know, I had lost my inspiration largely due to not hearing much from you guys, especially when it came to how well I write your characters, so I felt like I had made no improvements on my writing. So, I have come to a decision, if I don't hear too much about certain characters (and I'm not saying any names unless asked in a PM) and how well I write them, they probably won't receive too great a role in the story since an OC guild story is like a two-way conversation. You guys give me details on characters, good ideas and whatnot, and I tie it all together into a story. So if I don't hear anything from all of you, that makes it quite a bit harder on me. Make sense?

Well asides for that nitty-gritty business, there is something that I'd like to request of those of you who have submitted characters, which is that I would like you all to take the personality sections of your OC's profile, and expand it. This will help add some more depth and give me a better idea of how the characters act, so I would really appreciate it if you all would do that for me. Well then, I've got nothing else to say, so onto to the reviews.

I'd like to thank WaterDragonMaverick, MyDearWatson, Shiro4th, lexlovesya, FrozenBlast13 and ManhattanTheory for their reviews for the omake!

WaterDragonMaverick- Happy to hear that you enjoyed the omake. And due to what is planned for the artifact and the cove, I'm probably going to have to say no to that. And yeah, Lugus is rather nice, as for what's happened to him, well, it's been mentioned/hinted at a few times now, but what exactly happened remains a mystery. And I actually did tell you what Rayner's eye colors were in chapter 1, but when I went through the prologue I decided to add it in there as well. And I'll get around to revamping the rest of it later I'm sure. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

MyDearWatson- Glad to hear that you liked the omake. And yeah, it's a bit heartwarming to see her with Conway and Lugus, and yeah, I rather like writing Lugus as well. As for what happened to him, you'll all just have to wait and see. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Shiro4th- Yeah, most historical omakes will probably leave you with questions, but that's what the parts 2, 3, 4 etc. are for should the character's omakes run that long. To be honest, I don't think some characters (and I won't say any names) have enough for more than one part, which is a problem honestly. But anyways yeah, Lugus is a kind person, Conway as well, and it's thanks to them that Salina is the person that she is in the current timeline to be honest.

lexlovesya- I'm happy to hear that you like Salina so much! And yeah, she's one of my favorites as well. And for a bit of background on her name, Salina is based on the name Selina, which is a variant of Selene, which means "moon" in Greek. Tsukiko is a Japanese name that is split into two characters: Tsuki, which means moon, and Ko, which means child, so it means "moon child". But yeah, you'll be learning more about all of the characters as the story goes along. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

FrozenBlast13- Hehe, happy to hear that you like Salina and the Velvets so much, and yeah, originally Lugus was going to be a bit more of a silent type, but it just worked out so much better to make him a kind and friendly older brother kind of guy for Salina. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

ManhattanTheory- I'm happy to hear that you all enjoyed the omake!

I don't own Fairy Tail!

Historical Omake: Camille Arturia Part 3

June 13th, X785, Crocus, the Lohr Dojo

It was a calm afternoon, the sun was setting as the people of Crocus began to wrap up their business for the day, the chorus of crickets and cicadas beginning to chirp in harmony. Quick shouts could be heard from one of the training rooms of the Lohr Dojo, as usual, since the Ealdwine's adopted daughter Camille was practicing her martial arts, steadily punching the air, one fist right after another as sweat fell from the young girl's brow. Camille was currently wearing a white fighter's gi, a common garb in the dojo since the dojo was regularly used for martial arts classes held by Quinn, or her father Christopher.

Camille continued practicing until she saw Quinn enter the room, the woman briefly showing a look of pride at seeing Camille's diligence.

"You're still at it?" Quinn asked as she stepped further into the room, Camille not slowing down for a moment, "The day's almost over you know?"

"And I'll keep going until the sun's gone," Camille responded in between punches, "Master has finally started teaching me Gunblade Magic last year, but I keep messing it all up, just like my Wind Magic," she added, berating herself, "I'm still too weak."

Quinn inwardly sighed. If there was one thing she really didn't like about Camille, it was how hard she was on herself. Although, Quinn knew that she couldn't understand what it was like growing up in a noble house, but Camille wasn't the first person she had met that had grew up in that lifestyle, "Camille, listen," she said, causing the young girl to stop punching the air, "Zander doesn't expect you to be perfect at your magic. It took him several years to create Gunblade Magic and even when I first met him, it really was still a work in progress. So I don't think you need to be so hard on yourself, it isn't healthy, you know?" she added as she grabbed a nearby rag as she bent down and began to wipe the sweat off of Camille's forehead and face, "So call it a day, all right?"

Camille puffed her cheeks in slight irritation for a moment before exhaling with a sigh, "All right," she conceded.

"Great," Quinn smiled as she stood back up straight, "Can you go find the other kids then? It's almost time to eat and I've got to get back to the kitchen or else Zander will burn it all."

"He's not that bad at cooking is he?" Camille asked before shaking her head, "Never mind, I'll go find them all."

"Thanks," Quinn said as she left the room with a short wave, leaving Camille so that she could begin changing, the girl quickly changing into a pair of black jeans and t-shirt before running off to search the dojo for Jareth, Quill and Lynn.

Camille eventually came across the backyard as she opened the sliding doors, finding the three of them to all be there.

"He's at it again," Camille said lowly as she watched Jareth tease Quill, Lynn being too shy to stop him.

"Oh, Camille," Lynn said quietly as she watched her walk up the group, the young red-headed girl wearing a pair of black shorts with a red-shirt.

Camille quickly nodded at Lynn before turning a hard stare on Jareth, "What are you doing?" she asked in a hard tone.

"I'm just messing with him," Jareth huffed, "Why do you have to butt in like usual?"

"You were giving Quill a hard time for not being able to use magic again, weren't you?" she asked, ignoring his grumpy attitude.

"He's just upset that he still can't beat you in a swordfight," Quill mumbled, Jareth quickly turning a hard look back at Quill.

"Shut up! You always have to mention that don't you!?" he shouted before a smirk crossed his face, "I get it, you always bring it up since you're jealous. You know, since you can't use magic and all," Jareth added, before holding up his hand in the air, shooting off a few dark green bullets of magic into the air with his Bullet Magic, "Go on, admit it."

"Jareth," Lynn said quietly, a conflicted look crossing her face while Quill took a few steps closer to Jareth, hardly an inch between them before he quickly and abruptly grabbed his older brother's shirt, staring into his eyes.

"Quill! Jareth! Stop it" Camille shouted, trying to get them to stop, but something was wrong. Quill's eyes seemed… empty, yet his stare was so fierce that Jareth couldn't look away.

"Memory Take: The Extraction of One," Quill mumbled, as if in a trance before he felt power and memories begin to surge through him.

"I remember this spell," Camille muttered as her mind went back to the events from a year ago, when Quinn had fought that man, Emil Gunvor, "Lynn! Stay here!" she shouted as she quickly took off to find Quinn, the young girl quickly making her way to the kitchen, practically throwing the door open as she found Quinn and Zander sitting in the kitchen.

"Camille, what's wrong?" Zander asked as he and Quinn watched bend over while panting.

"It's Quill, something's happening. He's using 'Extraction of One' on Jareth," she explained quickly as Quinn and Zander quickly locked eyes, a look of terror in both of their expressions, before they bolted from the table towards the backyard, the both of them feeling like they had never moved faster in their lives.

"Dammit," Zander cursed, "He's still extracting the magic," he added as he took a step towards his sons.

"Wait!" Quinn called out, grabbing Zander's shoulder, "Remember, if we stop it now it'll do even more damage."

"Tch… So all we can do is watch then," he said lowly as Lynn walked over to their side.

"Are they going to be all right?" she asked as Camille finally made it back to the backyard.

Quinn was quiet, a look of concern and fear on her face as Zander knelt down in front of Lynn, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Yeah, everything will be okay," he promised, although he was feeling a great amount of uncertainty as well.

"It's almost over," Quinn muttered, "Get ready to catch Jareth, I'll get Quill," she said as she walked around so that she could catch Quill, while Zander moved behind Jareth. Soon the spell ended as both boys began to stumble away from each other, both of them now unconscious. Quinn looked down at Quill, scared out of her mind, "This was the one thing I didn't want either of them to inherit from me," she said softly, and firm hand on her shoulder interrupting her as she looked up to see Zander, a look in his eye that silently told her that everything would be all right.

Camille solemnly watched the scene, knowing there was nothing she could do right now but watch after Lynn, the emotional stress of the situation having caused her magic to flare up, "Are you all right?" she asked, after noticing the blood beginning to soak the bandages on her forearms.

"I'll be fine," Lynn answered softly, "They don't need to be concerned over me right now, but…" she began to say before trailing off, Camille giving her a curious look before Lynn shook her head, "It's nothing."

"If you're sure," Camille responded, "Come on, let's go change your bandages and clean the cuts," she said as she started to look for the first aid kit, Lynn following her.

Eventually, Camille found the first aid kit in the kitchen under the sink and the two girls sat down at the table, Camille beginning to unwrap Lynn's bandages. In all actuality, it was the first time she had been the one to do so, so what Lynn's forearms looked like surprised her. The girl's arms were mired with scars and burns, blades piercing through her arms like blood soaked scales that covered a large portion of her arms.

"Do the Blade Works scare you?" Lynn asked quietly, Camille looking up at her in shock, "There are more you haven't seen yet… on my back and legs," the girl said as she lifted up her shirt and pant leg slightly, showing the bandages on her torso and thigh.

"What happened to you?" Camille whispered, not meaning to actually ask out loud.

"I was… kidnapped and they…" Lynn began explaining, "They turned me into this… a weapon… and I… I… I," she started to say, before she began sobbing.

"Lynn, it's all right, you don't have to tell me," Camille said, a sense of urgency in her voice as she watched Lynn's magic begin to act up, the blades on her arms starting to grow larger, cutting open the wounds further as more blades started to poke through her flesh, "Lynn!" she shouted as she watched the girl scream in pain, "You have to calm down, please!"

"What's going on!?" Zander asked as he ran into the room, seeing Lynn in the state she was, "Lynn!"

"Gah! It hurts, it burns," Lynn gasped as she grabbed one of the larger blades in her left arm, before starting to pull on it, "Get out!" she screamed with a yell of pain as she pulled the blade clean out of her arm, the girl now holding a blade larger than a dagger in her right hand, which was now seeping with blood, "This is…" she said calmly, an empty look in her eyes before she dropped the blade as she looked down at her arm, the exit wound the blade made being stitched closed by tiny blades, "It feels better," Lynn continued as she grabbed another blade in her arm.

"Lynn, that's enough," Zander said in a hard tone, "If you keep this up you'll die of blood loss."

"But it feels better," Lynn pleaded, "That spot doesn't hurt anymore!"

"But if you keep it up it'll kill you."

"A weapon like me doesn't deserve to live anyway!"

"Marilynn Lindwyrm Ealdwine!" Zander shouted as he grabbed her right arm, despite the blades cutting into his own hand now, "Never say that again. I promised your mother, I promised my sister that I would look out for you and teach you how to control this. So never say anything like that again. Please."

Camille watched the two of them, this was the second time today that she had been absolutely useless. But it was even worse this time, since she may have been the one to cause it, 'Am I really that worthless, father? I've caused nothing but trouble today' she thought to herself as she grasped her left arm, he bangs shading her eyes.

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"Sounds like it's been a busy day for you," a woman with long red hair sighed as she and Zander stood outside of the front of the dojo, leaning up against the wall.

"Yeah," Zander replied quickly, "First Quill turns out to be a Memory Take mage and then Lynn's magic acts up… Can I really teach her how to control that?"

"Alexander," the woman said in a hard tone, "If anyone can, it's you. I'm sure of it."

"At least someone has confidence in me," Zander sighed as he looked over at the woman, since she had been standing on his blind side, "How goes your search, sister?" he asked, looking his sister, Evelyn F. Ealdwine Lindwrym in the eyes.

Evelyn stood at 5'10" with light tan skin, a fit build and an above average sized bust. Her long red hair would fall most of the way down her legs, but it was tied up into a high ponytail while her bangs were much shorter, framing her face and covering her forehead. She was dressed casually, the woman wearing a gray shirt under a white jacket that had gold trimmings on it with a pair of blue jeans and simple sandals, but she was usually seen in her Rune Knight uniform.

"I can't find any trace of this Emil kid… I know that he's an orphan from Lupinus Town originally, but he's just disappeared completely ever since Quinn fought him," Evelyn explained, a disheartened look on her face, "At this rate… I'll never be able to help Lynn… She's my daughter, so why am I so useless when she needs me? Was there really nothing that would help her in those memories?"

Zander exhaled as he leaned his head back, looking up at the sky, "No. Quinn has memories of the ritual that placed that sword in her, but she has no memories of the research so she can't understand how it works at all."

"I hate to do it, but perhaps that slime, Wymond, might know something," Evelyn said in a disgusted tone. She had never liked Head Researcher Wymond Bishop even before he got the position from the council.

"No. I don't like him and I don't want you to be indebted to that man either," Zander said in a hard tone, "He has too many secrets."

"True… I can't bring the Captain into all of this either," Evelyn sighed before looking back at Zander, "You know… I'm thinking about resigning from the Rune Knights."

"What?"

"I just… the work keeps me away from my daughter too much and with her father gone… I want to be there for her, like a mother should be," Evelyn explained softly, "It's not like I don't have any money and somehow… all of my financial debts from when I was a reckless young Lieutenant have been paid."

"What about your husband's estate?" Zander asked, "I know it's not too far from Crocus, but it's rather large… and all of those wyverns the family kept."

"I'll probably have to keep it," Evelyn smiled, "Lynn loves all of the wyverns too much for me to get rid of them all. She'd hate me if I did."

"Well if you won't be in law enforcement, what will you do?" Zander asked before a smirk crossed his face, "I can't imagine Evelyn Ealdwine Lindwyrm sitting down to sip tea and entertain guests all day like a proper noblewoman, although mother might be proud of you for once if you did."

"Hm… Perhaps demolition?" Evelyn mused as a terrified expression crossed Zander's face, "What? I do have a natural talent for tearing things down after all."

"Heh, somehow, it fits," Zander chuckled as he looked back up at the night sky.

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August 2nd, X785

Camille stood in the backyard holding her sword out in front of her, Zander and Jareth standing behind her on the porch. She took a deep breath as she opened her eyes.

"Gunblade: Load," she said quietly as the hilt of the sword lit up with the golden magic image, thirty ticks lining it, "Homing Shot!" she announced as she swung her sword down, releasing a small, violent burst of wind towards the target.

"That was…" Zander muttered before walking over to Camille, "Why was it wind?" he asked as he examined the sword in Camille's hands.

"Is it not supposed to be?" Camille asked.

"No, that should've been pure magic. You're not using a magic sword," Zander explained before giving her a different sword out of his requip space, "Try that one," he said as he watched Camille's spell give the same results, "Flamberge," he announced as a steel broadsword with a red cloth tied around its handle and a fire lachrima imbedded into it appeared in his hand, "Try this," he said as they traded swords.

"Load! Homing Shot!" Camille shouted as once again, the spell took on the Wind Element.

"That should've been fire," Zander muttered as he remembered something, "You said that your father was teaching you Wind Magic, right?" he asked, Camille nodding in response, "That's what it is then…" he said sadly.

"What's wrong?" Camille asked, "Is there no way to fix this?"

"There is but… It has a high cost," Zander began, "You'd have to forget Wind Magic completely, and there's only one way I know of to do that," he continued, a sad look on his face as he looked through one of the windows, seeing Quinn and Quill training inside, "Memory Take. You'd forget every memory you have of training to learn the magic and I don't want to force that on you."

"I… I see," Camille said sadly. Her parents were gone and she already had few memories of actually spending time with them. Those moments of training, even though she was a disappointment to her father until the bitter end… she cherished those memories too much to give them up. Camille slowly turned from Zander and began walking back to the dojo.

"Camille," Jareth said quietly as she walked past him, not saying anything as she let her bangs cover her eyes, "She's crying," he whispered as he watched her walk slowly inside.

Camille trudged into her room, quietly shutting the door as she finally let her tears spill over, "I really can't do anything right, can I?" she sobbed as she sat down, her back against the door, "Everything I do, I mess up. I could never learn Wind Magic and I can't even properly learn to use Gunblade Magic… I really am… a disappointment," Camille looked up at her dresser, seeing her father's sword sitting on top of it in its sheath. The young girl stood up and walked slowly over to the sword, picking it up, "This is… my sword, my tear… Arturia's Tear, a sword of sorrow and pain that holds a lonely vigil, only an incompetent wielder to hold it," she whispered as she unsheathed the blade from its royal blue and gold embellished sheath, revealing the fine blade, the light glinting off of it, "I suppose, this is all I have from that life… What would father say?"

"You truly have been… nothing but a disappointment… since the day you were born."

"Try harder!"

"If you do not wish to get hurt, then grow stronger!"

"You should know better than to whine about fairness."

"You're in here? Instead of out there, trying to make me proud?"

"I look forward to it."

"He was right," Camille muttered, wiping her tears away, "I am a disappointment, I always have been… But I have to try harder," she said as she sheathed the sword, finding a belt and strapping the sword and sheath to her back, "If I don't want to get hurt, then I should grow stronger!" Camille continued, a resolute look on her face, "Nothing's fair, not in life, battle, or magic, so I can't whine about it. And I… I need to get back to training. If I sit around in here, I'll never make him proud…" she said as she turned and began walking towards the door, "After all, he said he was looking forward to it," she finished as she opened the door, taking a few steps out to see Zander.

"I came to cheer you up, but it sounds like someone important to you beat me to the punch," Zander smirked, "Have you hardened your resolve any?"

Camille looked up at Zander, briefly seeing the scar over his closed, left eye. She could tell, that Zander had sacrificed much to become the man he was today and he had just read her like a book. The two of them seemed like kindred spirits, cut from the same cloth, "Master, have you ever fought… to prove that you weren't a disappointment?" Camille asked sincerely, earning a warm smile from the man.

"All my life and I'm still trying to prove it to them," he answered.

"Who?"

"Several people… and it's made me the enemy of several people I care for," Zander explained, "But… I think it's all been worth it and someone has even fought and died for me, I want to live up to their expectations the most," he continued before falling silent, "Camille, let me honest with you. When I found you, I took you in because you reminded me of myself. A young child with no parents, forced to leave the place you call home, nothing but a sword to keep you company. I would've died if not for my first teacher, Sieglinde Wolfram."

"Wolfram," Camille repeated, "Isn't that-?"

"Quill's middle name," Zander finished, "And that necklace was her parting gift to me when she died," he said, reaching out to touch the necklace around Camille's neck.

"Why did you give it to me on that day?" Camille asked, "It's important to you."

"I gave it to you, because you were going to be my student. Now I want you to keep it, because you're more important to me than a necklace," he answered, placing the hand that was touching the necklace on her shoulder, "Camille, you've never been a disappointment to me, Quinn, Jareth, Quill, Lynn, Evelyn, or even the old man. You're our daughter, their sister, her cousin, her niece and his granddaughter. You're part of our family. All right?"

Camille looked at Zander, speechless. She knew all of these things, but if felt like she had… forgotten them, but Camille continued looking at Zander, and she smiled and nodded, "All right, I won't forget it again."

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September 29th, X786

"I can do it…" Lynn exhaled nervously, "I can do it… Blade Works: Steel Edge!" she announced as a rod of metal pierced out of the top of her right shoulder before she grabbed it with her left hand and pulled it clean out, revealing a long, slightly curved katana blade that had no handle or hilt. Lynn quickly pulled the bandages off of her left forearm and wrapped them around the bottom of the blade, grasping it in her left hand as she felt her magic stitch the open wound in her right should closed.

Camille would've winced at the sight, but she had grown used to seeing it since Zander wanted the two girls to train together so that Lynn could improve her swordsmanship while utilizing her magic.

The now thirteen year old Camille had grown to stand at 5'2" and she was fit and slim, her blond hair being tied into a ponytail at the base of her neck while her bangs covered her forehead and framed her face. She was wearing a burgundy shirt with a pair of black jeans, and she would be wearing a pair of burgundy shoes if she wasn't inside of the dojo.

The now ten year old Lynn stood at 4'7", her dark red hair contrasting against her light tan skin and steel gray eyes. Her hair was short, being worn in a slightly spiky bobcut and she wore a red t-shirt that fell off of her right shoulder with a pair of her own black jeans, and she would've been wearing a pair of black canvas shoes, had she not been inside the dojo.

"You made a poor choice of swords," Camille said, holding up Arturia's Tear in front of her with both hands, the sword being too large for her to wield with just one.

"It's too late now," Lynn huffed, flinching after moving her right arm slightly, "So let's start already," she said before giving a moment for Camille to get ready before charging her, Camille letting her take the first attack, which was a hard downward slash that Camille blocked before spinning to the left out from under Lynn's blade, sending out a hard horizontal strike that Camille expected to bend Lynn's blade, but instead she saw a spray of blood, Lynn having stopped the sword with her right arm, the scale-like blades under her skin acting as a shield, "Hrrk! Gah! I've got it," Lynn gasped as she grabbed Camille's sword by the blade.

"Are you insane!?" Camille screamed, recalling her sword into her requip space, revealing the large cuts on Lynn's arm and hand.

"A weapon like a sword can't go through this weapon," Lynn said softly, holding out her right arm, "And I can take advantage of that, even though it hurts," she explained, before wincing in pain, feeling the blades beneath her skin begin to become agitated as a few began piercing through.

"It's still suicidal!" Camille shouted, "Don't you ever do that again unless absolutely necessary!"

Lynn smiled at Camille, even though she was being scolded by her. Camille had really begun to act like an older sister to her, Jareth and Quill lately and it was… nice, and of course the fact that her own mother had made herself more available, now that she was no longer a Rune Knight, seemed like a dream.

"Are you listening?" Camille asked in a hard tone, looking down at the younger girl with a glare, Lynn having been too occupied with her own thoughts to listen to Camille's lecture, leaving the younger girl to respond with nothing but a nervous laugh.

"You two finished?" they heard Zander ask, turning to see the man standing in the doorway.

"Master! Lynn is being reckless!"

"I heard the entire thing, Camille," Zander chuckled, causing the girl to sweatdrop at the thought of her being loud enough for him to hear from elsewhere, "But she's right Lynn, I don't want you pulling a stunt like that during training either, all right? You've made a lot of progress and it's been a long time since your magic last went out of control, I don't want to lose all that progress."

"I understand," Lynn answered, feeling a tad guilty.

"All right then, I want you two to come with me," Zander stated, turning to walk away from the training room, the two girls exchanging looks before following him, eventually they all stopped in the living room, seeing Quinn, Christopher, Quill and Jareth already there waiting for them along with Zander. They watched Zander take a seat next to Quinn before they moved to find their own seats near Jareth and Quill, Camille making sure that Quill was between her and Christopher so that he'd be more likely to hug Quill than her.

"Well then, care to start?" Quinn asked, looking over at Zander, the man nodding in response.

"All right. Camille. Jareth. Lynn," he said, looking at each one of them in turn, "I've decided that I think you're all ready for your first mission," he announced, earning a cheer from Jareth, a determined look from Camille and a nervous look from Lynn.

"What's the mission?" Jareth asked excitedly, "Are we fighting monsters?"

"Heh, I'm not sure yet," Zander admitted, "I'll be taking you all to Balsam so that we can visit Midnight Haven and get a mission from there, we'll be picking up Amalia as well."

"Really? Amalia?" Jareth whined, "But she's so bossy, like Camille," he added, earned a glare from the mentioned party.

"The point is teamwork," Zander explained, "If you want to be a mage, you'll have to learn to work with people you don't get along with. Right, Quinnie?"

"What did I tell you about that nickname!?" Quinn bit back, earning a chuckle from Zander, although it was short-lived as she smacked him upside the head.

"So violent," Zander sighed, "Well, we leave for Balsam tomorrow, so you three should get ready."

"What about Quill?" Camille asked while Jareth and Lynn stood up.

"We decided that he isn't ready for a mission yet," Quinn explained, "I made the decision," she added as Christopher grabbed Quill, pulling him into a hug.

"And my little grandson is too young to be going off on dangerous missions," the older man added, Camille merely happy that it wasn't her being hugged by the man.

"Well, there's that and the fact that he's still too inexperienced to use Memory Take on real opponents," Quinn said quietly, "We were lucky that it was Jareth he took memories from first to be honest. I don't want to know what would've happened if it was a dark mage."

"In any case, Quinn will be staying here so that she can keep training Quill," Zander added, "Now then, I've got to head out to buy some supplies for the mission. You should go get ready," Zander said as he stood up, Camille nodding in agreement before walking out.

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Camille walked through the streets of Crocus, a feeling of uncertainty welling up in her chest. Could she really accomplish the mission? She couldn't use Gunblade Magic's greatest strength, its versatility in elemental affinity. She supposed that it wouldn't be too difficult a mission really. Zander wouldn't choose something too dangerous for their first mission and he would even be coming with them.

"I'm worrying about nothing aren't I?" Camille said out loud as she stopped in front of her destination, the old Arturia Estate. She looked up at the still unoccupied building, looking back down when she heard footsteps approaching.

"If that's what you think… It's probably nothing," the person approaching her said. She was decidedly female by her voice, but she kept her face shrouded with a black hood and cloak. She stood at about 5'8" and she had a slim build, and from what Camille could see of her face, she was rather pale, "But you're feeling uneasy aren't you?" the person asked, Camille turning to look at her, but the person had vanished, "That feeling, could mean something very bad is in store for you…" the person continued, her voice revealing her to be behind Camille now, "Or perhaps, this is the beginning of something."

"The beginning of what?" Camille asked, fear starting to bubble up in her.

"Who knows?" the person said as they appeared in front of the estate, "It could be destiny… a long battle that you've been unaware of, that he has kept hidden from you… or maybe even the end," the person continued cryptically as she opened the front door of the estate, which should've been locked, "Maybe… It's all three of those things."

"What do you mean? You're not making any sense."

"Hmph… He cares for you doesn't he?" the person asked before shaking their head, "It doesn't matter. Everything is about to begin and the world will remember to fear their Nightmares again," she continued before stepping away from the doorway, "Would you like to take a peak of what's to come?"

Camille looked at the person with a large amount of suspicion as she slowly took a step forward. She felt as though she shouldn't, like she was accepting some sort of forbidden fruit from this person, but she wanted to understand what they meant. Camille slowly peered into the estate, it being unusually dark inside for the time of day it was.

"You cannot discover secrets unless you step all the way in," the person said, urging Camille to step further in, "One day, you and I will be one and the same… I know it… Nightmare of Tribulation: Insanity" the person whispered as the door slammed shut behind Camille, leaving her in complete darkness.

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"Where… Is this?"

"How… Did I get here?"

Those were the only thoughts that floated through Camille's mind. She saw people in her mind that she had never met and a place she had never been. She was there, with those people and she seemed… happy. But that happiness turned to fear. She saw herself, yet not herself. She was angry, hateful, spiteful. She loathed humanity and even those who seemed to be her friends, but the oddest thing was… that there were two of her. There was that her that was not her, and then there was her, older, more confident, kind and brave, but then, the other her killed her and took her place. Then she began killing those close to her, a boy with a strange tattoo, a redheaded man with a mask, a girl with catlike eyes and then… Zander.

Camille couldn't stand watching it anymore, "Stop it!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the darkness and the other her seemed to take notice and began walking closer. She stood at 5'9" with ghostly pale skin and bleach blond hair that was tied into a long ponytail that ended just above her rear while her bangs were cut just above her eyes and framed her face. She was wearing a short black and white dress that was adorned with white frills on the bottom of it and on the ends of the baggy sleeves. The dress had a small opening it as well, just above the chest, revealing a bit of her cleavage, and it had two black belts crossing the front and back of the skirt. She also wore a pair of black leggings that were tucked into a pair of black, heeled boots that ended halfway up her calves. Resting on her shoulders was a blood red cloak with a hood, and in her hand was a blood soaked blade that looked like a blackened version of her own sword, Arturia's Tear, but it was covered with glowing red runes all along the blade. The other her walked up to Camille, an emotionless look on her face before a cruel and cold smirk crossed it as she raised her blade.

"You should just die… and save yourself the trouble of going through so much heartache," the other her said coldly, "Why bother holding onto your miserable life? You're a disappointment to most people you come across. You're ashamed of who you are, were you even aware of that? You'll even betray those you care about and swore to protect… and it'll be all for nothing," the other her continued, the cruel look on her face beginning to twist with amusement at watching the fear grow on Camille's own face, "So tell me… after seeing all of this… Do you still want to live your life? Or… is this what you want?" she asked, placing her black sword into her right hand as she extended her left arm out towards Camille, "It is the only way you'll survive, but you'll have to give something up in return," the other her added as she started lightly cutting Camille's own left arm.

Camille could only look up at this… thing in front of her. She couldn't even remember how she got there. The only thing she could feel was overwhelming fear. It was a nightmare.

"Too scared to answer?" the other her said softly, "I forgot how cowardly you were, it's disgusting really. Should I choose for you?" she asked, holding her sword up to Camille's throat, the young girl quickly falling backwards and scooting away, only for a red lightning bolt to appear out of nowhere behind her, cutting her off, "You shouldn't try to run you know. You could offend me," the other her cruelly teased, like a lion, toying with a mouse before it decides to eat it, "Perhaps you should pray… that this all just a bad dream… But even if it is, you and I are two sides of the same coin, destined to clash… You will never escape."

. : + : .

"Where did she go?" Zander asked out loud, finally reaching the old Arturia Estate, this was the last place he had to look, but something was amiss when he reached it, "Why is the door open?" he asked himself as he stepped inside, seeing Camille unconscious on the floor, "Camille!"

"Zander," he heard a familiar voice call out from the side of the grand foyer of the estate, the redhead turning his head to look over at the person.

"Why are you here?" he asked lowly.

"I suppose you could say I've given that girl a warning," the person responded, "But I also came here, to see you."

Zander lifted up Camille in his arms, turning away from the person, "We've both made our own decisions and we both have our own loyalties," Zander began, "My loyalties are to my family and Midnight Haven."

"I know, but I wanted to try one last time," the person said quietly.

"You're not even you anymore, you went and twisted who you are! You broke a taboo," Zander said lowly, "If you want a fight… all you have to do is ask."

"You won't be able to kill me," the person said quietly, "You wouldn't be able to bring yourself to, nor could you. But if you would like to prove something, then maybe you would like to meet one of my pets again. This city has a treasure trove of them hidden beneath it."

"You wouldn't," Zander growled as he threw Camille over his right shoulder, his left hand reaching for the sword on his back.

"You're growing old as well… and soft," the person said lowly, "I haven't," she added, pulling down her hood, "But I have changed."

"You!" Zander gasped. He couldn't believe it, he could still recognize her and she'd hardly aged a day, but several things had changed, most notably her hair and eyes, "Is this a side-effect?" he asked as the person put their hood back on.

"I'll let you leave, Zander," the person announced, "But… I can tell that you're sure that this is what you want. The next time we meet, or I meet that girl, we'll most likely be enemies again. Now leave… please."

Zander watched her for a moment longer before he nodded and began walking out, shifting Camille's unconscious form into a more comfortable position as he walked out of the estate, "Why do they have to drag you into this?" Zander whispered, a sad look on his face.

. : + : .

October 3rd, X786, Balsam Village

The four of them, Zander, Camille, Jareth and Lynn had finally arrived in Balsam after delaying the trip for a few days after Camille fell unconscious. She couldn't remember much of what had happened at all, but she felt like she had a terrifying dream. Zander seemed awfully quiet about what had happened as well, since he said that he only found her after she had fallen unconscious, but nothing more, nor did he ask her any questions about why she was there or if she had any idea why she was unconscious in the first place. Almost as if he knew something, but refused to say anything. Nonetheless, it was hard to remain focused on being suspicious of him in this town. Every building was oriental in style, every restaurant, hotel, hot spring, home and shop in Balsam all followed that style of building. Eventually, Zander lead them all to their destination.

"Welcome to Midnight Haven!" he announced as they stopped in front of a large building. It was only one story, but it appeared to be very large, like an oriental mansion. As they stepped inside the first thing that Camille noticed was the large courtyard and open air concept that the building followed. She wouldn't be surprised if this building really was an oriental mansion at one point before the guild moved in. They saw an older man sitting at one of the low tables on a cushion, a stone cup in his hand and a bottle of sake on the table in front of him, "Oi! Old Man!" Zander shouted, gaining the man's attention before a look of shock crossed his face.

The man quickly stood up, showing himself to stand at about 6'5" with a fit and muscular build for his apparent age, as Camille guessed that he was in his 60's. He had light tan skin with a few wrinkles on his face and droopy, midnight blue eyes. His dark gray hair was kept short, most of it staying buzzed while the hair on top of his head was a bit longer and he had a dark gray goatee as well. He was wearing a dark gray, sleeveless jacket that had black trim and was zipped up, which revealed the silver guild mark on his right shoulder since it was uncovered, and he wore a pair of baggy brown pants that he normally kept tucked into black boots, but he wasn't wearing them at the moment since he was inside. He was also wearing armbands on both of his forearms that matched his jacked, being dark gray with black trim on them.

"Zander!" the man bellowed as he walked over to the group, "How've you been? Keeping well? Keeping rich?" he asked as he smacked Zander on the arm.

"Well enough and rich enough, I suppose," Zander answered, a smile on his face, "Although, we came here in hopes of making a bit more money actually," he said, gesturing to the three kids, "This is the Old Man, Egon Kaiser."

"By Old Man, he means Guild Master," Egon interrupted, "He's just a rude oaf."

"Pleasure to meet you," Camille said with a bow, "My name is Camille Arturia."

"So this is the girl you've mentioned so many times," Egon mused, "Now I know you," he said, pointing at Jareth, the young boy smiling cockily, "So this must be Lynn since I don't see Quill… Unless Quill is a girl… Is Quill a girl? I might've been drunk when I heard the news and have misunderstood you all this time."

"Quill's a boy," Zander sighed, "You know Quinn would kill you ten times over if she heard that right?"

"Oh… Right," Egon chuckled, "She's not here is she?"

"Lucky for you, no," Zander answered, "Now about those jobs."

"Right! The jobs, follow me," Egon said as he led them to the mission board, "Nothing too hard I take it?"

"Yeah."

"Hm… Perhaps this?" Egon muttered as he pulled a form off of the board, "It shouldn't be too difficult or boring."

Zander took a look at the form before looking back up at Egon, "Perfect. Also, I wanted to bring Amalia along to help teach these guys about teamwork. Especially this knucklehead," he added as he lightly bopped Jareth on the head with his fist, earning a huff from the young boy.

"All right then," Egon said as he turned towards a hallway, "AMALIA!" he shouted, a young girl eventually coming to see what Egon wanted.

"What's so important that you couldn't come and walk to me?" the young girl huffed. She seemed a bit younger than Jareth all things considered, if only by a few months, and she was a about an inch shorter than Lynn. She had light brown hair that was tied up into twin tails that fell down to about her midriff and she had light tan skin and midnight blue eyes. She was wearing a royal blue blouse with a white skirt and brown boots, and a midnight blue and gold Midnight Haven guild mark could be seen poking out from under her skirt on her right thigh.

"Because I'm sending you on a mission," Egon laughed, "And I couldn't leave our guests all alone, could I?"

Amalia looked over at the four people standing with her grandfather, she recognized Zander and Jareth, and she knew that Jareth and Quill had a cousin named Lynn, but someone she didn't know was with them, "Who're you?" she asked bluntly, looking straight at Camille.

"Wh-what?" Camille gawked, slightly shocked by the girl's manners, or lack of them rather.

"You're name, what else? Gawd," Amalia rudely huffed.

"Excuse me?" Camille said lowly, her eye twitching with irritation.

"Here we go again," Jareth huffed with a roll of his eyes, knowing full well how Camille could get when irritated.

"Camille," Lynn sighed, feeling like nothing could stop the girl when she was like this.

Zander and Egon merely watched in a small state of shock as a catfight broke out between Camille and Amalia, but they both had quite different reactions when they emerged from their shock, Egon merely laughing while Zander pulled the two girls apart.

"Honestly… You both should know better," Zander sighed, feeling relieved that neither of them resorted to magic.

"Hmph, Jareth on a bad day is more agreeable than her," Camille huffed, turning her back on Amalia, earning a complaint from Jareth that was quickly silenced by a harsh glare.

"I don't see why I should work with someone as stuck up as that person," Amalia huffed in return, also turning her back on Camille.

"You know what, at this point I think you understand teamwork better than her," Zander sighed as he placed a hand on Jareth's shoulder.

"I told you so," he huffed.

"This'll be a long mission, won't it?" Lynn sobbed, worried about their teamwork.

. : + : .

It was as Lynn and Zander feared. They're teamwork was horrendous. Amalia and Camille kept rushing in, trying to outdo each other and Jareth didn't make matters any better since he just charged in as well. Zander actually felt sorry for the bandits, since they were all getting hit and cut up by three young mages all trying to outdo each other, but at least it didn't last long for them. Soon the bandit base was in ruins and its inhabitants were all unconscious.

"To sum it up," Zander said lowly as he looked down at Jareth, Amalia and Camille, "Your teamwork was absolutely terrible."

"But-!"

"I don't want to hear it! If you all plan on being mages, you have to learn to work with people you don't like," Zander interrupted as he continued to scold them, "I suppose the one thing you all don't lack is enthusiasm," he sighed as he watched part of the base collapse, "Although you didn't do much of anything," he added as he turned to look at Lynn, causing her sweatdrop at being called out randomly like that.

Despite the scolding, Camille was happy, she had completed her first mission as a mage and Zander didn't even do anything to help them through it. She was proud of her accomplishment and was moving forward.

. : + : .

Premonition: X791, Mt. Zonia

Camille was terrified. Her heart was pounding against her chest as she ran through the corridors of the horror-filled tower and the breastplate she was wearing didn't help any, although it had saved her life on a few occasions now. She was covered in blood and sweat as she grasped her sword in hand. She had become separated from everyone. Rayner, Alistar, Miriam and even her Master, Zander.

"Please… Please be all right, everyone," Camille prayed before looking down at the metal gauntlet on her left hand, completely ruined and blood soaked after that last beast bit down on her arm. She would've taken it off, but she was worried that she would cause more damage to her arm by doing that. Eventually, Camille reached a large room covered in stone statues that looked like knights in demonic armor. In the last several rooms like this, one of them had to stay behind to fight the Nightmare that waited for them inside, and like Camille expected, standing in the middle of the room was a lone figure wearing a short black and white dress, a red cloak hanging from the figure's shoulders and their face obscured by a blood red hood. In the figure's hands was a pitch black sword that bore glowing red runes, the blade pointing downwards into the ground. Camille slowly walked towards the figure, knowing she would have to fight in order to proceed.

"It's you," the figure said in a sinister tone, her voice sounding oddly familiar to Camille before they removed the hood, revealing a face that was all too familiar to Camille. The figure had her own face.

Camille felt sick just looking at the figure, that other her. Terror welled up in her like never before, making all of the previous battles up until now seem like a game. Now two of the same person stood next to each other, staring each other down.

A/N: And there it is! Part 3 of Camille's Historical Omake. I honestly really enjoyed writing this as I was feeling a rather overwhelming mix of emotions before I started and I poured every last one into this. Also, I left you all a Premonition to a distant event should I get that far, which is something that I think I might do from time to time in Historical Omakes only. Now onto the credits for the chapter since I've decided to put them down here now.

Credits:

Evelyn Ealdwine Lindwyrm- Dreadburner94

"Hooded Person"- Dreadburner94

"The Other Her"- Dreadburner94

Egon Kaiser- Dreadburner94

Amalia Kaiser- Dreadburner94

So, I rather enjoyed this omake for another reason, which is the fact that I got to write those two characters whose names I have not revealed, both are characters that I have longed to write for a long time now, but I also got to introduce two members of Midnight Haven, as well as Zander Ealdwine's sister, Evelyn, but for more on her and Zander, as well as Quinn, check out Thunder Stone.

Anyways, that's all I have for now and don't forget to leave a review.

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