To be sincere I never fully understood the meaning of writers block. I have an active imagination, and I think about what I will write every second of the day. The only problem is that I have thought to much of the prequel to this, because I really didn't want to write this chapter. I really know I will hate myself buy the time I finish this. Well the point is that I had neglected thinking about this chapter in specific. I really didn't what to think about it, but I think it fits since it is supposed to be a poorly developed plan from Joseph that he only said so that he wouldn't get into bigger problems with Kristy I wanted it to be poorly developed since Joseph is kind of reverting to the person he once was before shit happened. Oh well now that leads me to think just how stupid he really is. I suffered while writing this chapter like I couldn't get my ideas to be written just the way I wanted them to come out. I wonder is that writer's block? If it isn't then am I just dumb at times? T.T Well there is also the fact that I think I have food poisoning, I am getting really nauseous the past month and a half should I get worried?

*Wendy*

"I'm not sure Lucy knowing Natsu it could be normal but I rather keep you one more day to be sure. She looks fine but h temperature is still not normal. If everything is all right in tomorrow's check up then you can leave." Lucy only looks at her daughter with worry in her eyes. I wish I didn't have to keep them one more night, but it can be dangerous. A new born shouldn't have temperature, but it could be nothing, I mean it is Natsu's kid with the problems she caused us already. We had to flood the guild so that no one would get hurt during the delivery, and we still needed Juvia's help. If things would have gotten worse we might even had called in Gray.

"Only one more night right? Then we can go home?"

"Don't worry Lucy everything seems fine, but I rather not risk it. This is just precaution I think it might be the fact that she has Natsu's magic what is causing this."

"I need to but fireproof clothes for her right?"

"They sell good material at that green shop two blocks away, but they only sell the cloth."

"I know lately I have been buying things there. I wonder why would you know that Wendy?" Well with what Romeo does to my clothes! Why am I thinking about this? I can feel the heat irradiating from my face, as Lucy only giggles.

*Adeline*

Finally I think this is the right size. I fit my head though, and look at Becket. He looks at me as if he had seen a ghost. Then he gives me small smile

"So this is it I have finally died…" he whispers. I can see how broken his body is. I pass though to his cell and place my hand in his head healing all of his wounds, for the looks of it I would say he hasn't been feed in weeks.

"No, no, no we are ok Becket we just have to get out of here, and-"

"No Adeline we died can't you see. It is all too late…" I hear footsteps coming this way.

"I'm coming back for you, I promise I'm coming back, and we will get out of here." I run out of the cell into my own covering the passageway between cells. The jailer pulls me by my hair dragging me out of my cell, I let a whimper slip but try to cover any other sound I will not show them any weakness not anymore. I am not the same naïve girl that first entered this castle; I am much stronger than before. They send me to the throne room where I am still being held by my hair as it is ripped off my head slowly. I look at the 'Master' in the eye not daring to look anywhere else; he is the cause of all of this. The familiar purple dust is thrown at my face where I have no other choice but to breathe it in.

"Sweat little Adeline will you tell me what your biggest wish is?" I look at his disgusting face with no intention of telling him but the words slip out of my lips before I have time to stop myself.

"To get out of here!" He doesn't look pleased by my words. I feel a sword to my neck as they bring Becket inside the room. He already has bruises once more even if I had just healed him a few minutes ago. I can see him though it is not himself it is a broken version of him. I have seen him get beaten, but never broken. The light has escaped his eyes, his word make an echo in my mind No Adeline we died can't you see. It is all too late… Yes he looked dead in the inside, and I can't do anything about it. "I want to help him, I want to see you alive" I whisper not being able to contain the words. Then I notice I had not whispered, but actually spoken the word out loud. I let the tears fall from my eyes I had never noticed they were there. I only listen to the Master laughing.

"Good, good, good you are finally on the right track. Start recording the kid will like to see this." A lacrima starts recording the scene. On the other side I can see Jr he looks healthy, and ALIVE! He is in a room with Rosy, Rosalia, and some people I don't know. I can see Becket's eyes widening as he tries to stand up. I look at the lacrima again as I see how Rosalia and Rosy leave the room the other two finally come properly into image. They look young, I would say in their mid twenties. Is that an exceed? I had heard about the fling cats but I had never actually seen one. They all seem to be surrounding the girl in the bed I can't really see why. The young hesitantly takes something from her, a small bundle in pink sheets. He takes a hold of the baby carefully, simply looking at the child to afraid of the delicacy of such being.

"ahm" I hear Master clear his though when they all look this way, this is communication lacrima decoded to establish contact by having a search of the target by blood. I had heard about these things but never seen one "So how about we make a deal my dear Jr. I have your parents here and if you don't what them to be harmed you and your friends will come here. I want to have a nice conversation, but if someone comes here I think they will have to be harmed" . They pull me higher, and stab my arm making a pained shriek come out from my lips. I hear Master say as I look back into the lacrima, I know what is going to happen now. I can't or can I. My son is there I have to get out with him, I have too… Then again he is already out there. I let the tears run down my cheeks. Sorry, I love you but I made a choice-