Erza P.O.V.
"Natsu," I say sternly as I stand over the sleeping dragon slayer. "Wake up!" I yell and he bolts up and says, "Yes ma'am." At this I try not to laugh. As I turn to get ready for the mission, I see a dark figure in the corner of my eye. I turn to the window and I see a person with a black cloak walking by. I shrug it off and start to get ready. 'For some reason, I think they were crying.' I think as I get ready.
Normal P.O.V.
The dark figure walks by the window and once out of sight, sprints away. After a few minutes of running, the dark figure slows and sits on the hard ground leaning on a brick wall. As the figure calms down, they whisper something. They whisper so quietly a dragon slayer right next to them wouldn't be able to hear it. They whisper softly, "Natsu."
Natsu P.O.V.
After the terrifying wake up alarm, we get ready and head off to the fields. By the time we get there it's about nine o'clock. As we wait, I slip away from the others and sit under a tree. As a sit, my thoughts drift and I think of Lucy. How she was so beautiful and powerful. And how she said she loved me. As I think, I see a dark figure pass between the trees. I look again and it disappears. "Who was that," I say, "Or what was that?" My attention is taken when I hear a big roar. I run to meet the others and see the beast. At first it looks like a dead goat with plants growing on it, but the closer it gets, the taller it is. It ends up to be about 50 feet tall. "I'm all fired up!" I yell. I get ready to attack, but the beast stops and falls to the ground. I look and behind it is the black figure. "Who are you," Erza shouts. The figure looks at us and starts running. "Hey," I yell and chase the figure. As I chase the black figure, I hear Gray and Erza behind trying to catch up. I reach my hand and touch their hood. As soon as I touch it, the figure sprouts wings and tries to fly. By the wind and the light touch, the hood slowly floats down. At first I thought I was dreaming. The hood falls to reveal beautiful, soft, golden hair. I grab the end of her cloak and she turns her head and I know I'm not dreaming. Her milky warm chocolate eyes stare hot daggers at me. Her golden hair sparkles in the moon light. Her soft warm pink lips that once touched my own.