God I am torturing myself it is painful to do this yet I love it. I am masochistic with my writing always. The times I try to make a good character without adding some king of tragedy into their past present or future I end up adding some sort of pain within them. I need to have motivators for my character's actions and pain is just such a good motivation. I do it almost unconsciously. I really have a lot to explain in the prequel, so I beg if there are any plot holes in this story please inform me even if it is just a simple doubt I what to know what are your worries. I would love to know just how much I need to explain in the prequel, and how much I need to add in the sequel!

*Lucy*

I open my eyes again, but I don't see any, blood, I don't see any disaster, I don't feel any pain, maybe a slight dizziness. I pen m eyes yet I get no difference in my field of view which is none. I can't see anything at all yet as I try to take a step forward I feel how my body lacks the energy or coordination to do so. I can't smell Natsu; I can only smell tears, as if someone was crying right next to me every second getting closer to my face. I open my eyes again yet I feel no difference from when they are opened or closed. Are my eyes truly open, I can't see anything maybe I haven't opened them yet? I press my finger inside my eyeball feeling the slimy liquid in it I pull it away. My eyes are open yet I can't see! What is going on? I feel a foreign hand touch my cheek. The hand feels soft but cold as ice.

"Who is there?" No sound escapes my lips. "WHO IS THERE!?" I scream top of my lungs yet no sound exits. I can't say a word I can only feel the way the cold hand wraps around my neck.

*Natsu*

The ceremony ended and Jellal disappears with Erza in his arms. Someone punches me throwing me into the crowd. From the front row I am suddenly in the last row at the very back of the temple the only thing that stopped me from going across the wall was Gajeel. I look to see who punched me to see Lucy heading towards the exit. I run after her not before punching him to the ground. Now that I think about it that felt a lot like Lucy's punch, maybe a bit stronger than usual. I hear a loud crash, Lucy!

I run after her but the crowd was too thick. I look for her head within the crowd but there were only a few blondes and they were all men. What was that sound then, everything seems to be normal? The full moon illuminates the night while everyone was having a nice time. They were all headed to the same direction not noticing that there was one thing missing. I can't even catch her trace.

*Rosy*

That bastard left us behind. You know it is perfectly fine to leave me in this state with a six year old as my only support. I tried to use my arms to push the wheelchair forward completely useless.

"I can do it, I can do it!" shouted my young companion yay! He started pushing the wheelchair forward making a better progress than what I had done. "Looks like you can actually do something" he struggled to push the wheel chair making it move slowly. I refuse to admit it but he just looks too cute, I feel bad for him. Then I hear a sound I thought I would never hear again.

I look up to see that the moon is at is point it is that time again, had she followed us here? No, that can't be it! I look back at Jr to see the terror sinking into his eyes. I feel the way the shadows around me weaken. I feel how the shadows harmonize as we are already outside the temple. I feel my magic in peace in a way I thought I had long lost. I feel his presence in my own being as if… I am dead! There is no other explanation than that. I feel the emptiness of the day I got the news; it was as if they were dropping the bomb again. I must have died there is no other way I saw him die. I am struggling to keep back the tears; my face was breaking as I felt the horrible taste of a broken promise. I cover my face not allowing anything to escape. It felt deeper than a simple stab to the heart it felt as if someone had just shot a blot of lighting to center of my chest, as if they were twisting a long spear that had penetrated and the injury was being reopened. I desperately grasped the last thread of my sanity, not letting a tear escape because if I did then I would break completely. I faced the sky then closed my eyes felling the people around me making me sick. I tumbled to the ground desperately trying to stand. I needed to get away. With my magic perfect again could stand up ignoring my whole surrounding I started running. I need-! I stumbled across a familiar feeling, which hit me worse than a bucket of bricks.

"hororara orotrara veres noros veremoros miri nirinara" her voice pierced though my ears.