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Chapter 22: The Border of Reincarnation

Glittering moonlight curiously pulsed with its power, washing over the sleeping forms of the two dragons and their guests in the Glass dome. It crawled atop everything, leaving behind only a ghost of kisses the sun could give.

Almost as if it was alive, it stopped as it reached the little blue-haired girl, the only living being still awake.

Wendy, lying on one of the beds Luciana graciously provided for them, kept staring at seemingly nothing, her mind drowning deeper into her memories from just moments ago.

Frown spread over her face as she remembered the silence that was still stretching between the dragons and humans after Metalicana refused to tell them anything more. The Iron dragon's last sentence resonated in the silence of Wendy's tired mind over and over.

"The only one who knows the truth is Luciana."

Frustrated, the little dragon slayer closed her eyes and slung her arm over them, hoping to fall asleep soon.

But the dream land never came.

She bolted up from the bed, its metal construction screeching from the sudden shift of weight. Looking around her, Wendy's widened eyes met the sparkling green ones of her adoptive mother. They reached an understanding only mother and a child could, coming to a conclusion they both felt the unsettling change in the air around them.

Something was happening.

Nodding, the masters of air moved as one towards the mouth of the cave, knowing full well it led deeper, into the unknown place.

Trying her best not to spring into a full run, the little Fairy Tail mage observed the feeling she got, apprehensive of the fact it was more of a premonition than a feeling.

Having felt the uneasiness once before, she followed the whispers of future death deeper into the mysterious cave.

Loke kept staring blankly at the crimson puddle forming around the white-and-black-haired woman, recognition finally lifting the red curtain of rage from within his mind.

Not knowing what to do now that he regained his senses back, he took a step towards the human-looking being crumpled on the floor.

That was when the scent hit him full force. The scent of approaching death.

Dumbfounded, he stopped, the tips of his boots mere inches from the puddle of blood.

Shouldn't I call someone? flashed through his mind, shocking him.

He didn't think there was anything other than numbness inside him. The fact he could still think caught him unprepared.

He nodded as if to answer his own question, his eyes narrowing down on Luciana's red-tinted hair and pale cheeks.

In another second, he was opening the gate to the spirit world, calling for the only person he could think of. Aries.

The pink-haired girl quickly caught onto the strange emotion in her leader's voice, which made her hurry. Within seconds, she appeared by his side.

At first, her mind couldn't make out what she was looking at. It was so unbelievable. The person she saw falling asleep just five minutes ago, was now lying at the foot of her own bed, dying.

Quick as a flash, she knelt down beside the girl, inspecting her head wound and trying to think of the best way of action.

Without hesitation, she tore the cape from around the girl's shoulders, pressing it on her wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. She was just about to tell Loki to call Virgo, who had the most experience with treating wounds, when he spoke.

"Aren't dragons supposed to be immortal?"

Aries' jaw dropped at that. Quickly she realized he would be of no help in his state of mind, so she leapt up and grabbed the Zodiac keys from inside the Loki's jacket pocket. With shaking hands and determined look in her eyes, she opened the Gate of Virgo, recounting the situation to her.

The pink-haired spirit wearing the maid uniform immediately crouched next to the wounded Queen of Dragons and began the very complicated healing process.

She would regularly push her magic power into the girl's wound and sew it with a thin line made of the girl's own magical power.

Aries watched silently, her stomach making flip-flops with every stitch.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Loki was now leaning against one of the walls, right in-between two portraits of ethereal-looking dragons. His face void of emotions, but his shoulders were slumped in defeat, his head bowed lower than usual in shame and his arms were crossed on his chest with more force than necessary, a sign of inner battle of regret and self-hate.

The sheep spirit bit her quivering lip harder, drawing blood.

What is going to become of us now?

I felt like I was waking up from a really fuzzy dream. I felt happy and content, ready to greet the new morning.

That was probably why my frown was so deep once I realized I wasn't waking up. I was falling deeper into the confines of my mind, into the place we all know of but no one remembers.

I was standing on the edge of the borders of reincarnation, meaning I was dying.

Just like hundreds times before, I waited for what I knew was to come. The judgement.

I tried to remember what all the judgements before this one were like, but the memories eluded me.

Determined to remain patient, I sat down and looked around. Which wasn't exactly entertaining since all around me was blackness pierced only by the line made of the purest magical power.

That's what I focused on. It didn't take a genius to figure out that once I passed to the other side of the line, I was start my life anew.

I sat there for what felt like seconds but it could be millenniums for all I knew. Suddenly, a voice pierced the eerie silence of the space.

"My child, I see you have come to me again."

My words came to me naturally. "Yes, mother. I followed your call."

"My dear, you are not here because of my call."

My eyes widened in surprise. "I am not?"

"No. You have come here of your volition. You felt so lost and confused you decided to seek me out."

"B-But that shouldn't be possible!" I mean, no one can just leave their body and realm to enter the border of reincarnation just because they feel like it. Or can they?

"Oh, but it is, my child. I am here for all who need help and you certainly do. Or am I mistaken?"

I thought back to my last moments, realizing that I really did call for help. But it would be selfish of me to ask for it from the Great Will, the mother of all.

"I... I-" Before I could apologize, she interrupted me.

"Do not apologize, kind one. Had I not deemed your plea for help worthy, I would not have shown myself to you. Now, allow me to light your path for you."

I was quite confused what she was talking about. That is, until the images hit me.

Lava was gushing out of the volcano, lazily flowing down the mountainside. A sudden gust of wind blew the toxic fog at the group of travelers going downhill, who either shielded their noses or, like a certain salmon-haired mage, laughed. The sound carried in the afternoon air almost as cheerily as a bird's song in a living realm would.

The image then flashed, turning into another one.

A very unstable and bizarre-looking building with the Fairy Tail insignia came into view. From inside familiar and new voices alike could be heard, holding no hint of their previous sadness. They spoke of many things but only one got repeated frequently. Lucy is alive, they would say.

I clutched my head in my hands, bewildered. What are these images?

An unfamiliar forest path stretched before me, sounds of a flowing river reaching my ears. Quick as a flash, white and violet dragon descended from the sky, sniffing the road and rising up into air once again.

I nearly doubled over when that one passed. What the hell was I doing in Fiore in my dragon form? However, I didn't have time to ponder about it as my vision blurred again.

Smell of blood assaulted my senses. The whole area was painted with it, the crimson only occasionally interrupted by blackness of the scorched walls, ground and human bodies. Eerie silence ended with an enraged roar coming from the above, its owner obviously the white and violet dragon hovering just above the massacre.

All my strength left me and I fell to the floor, shivering with horror-stricken eyes. I couldn't have done that, could I?

Natsu was heatedly arguing with Gray about something, with Erza finally getting them in line. Wendy then came to the three, offering them drinks she had on a tray. Erza took one, patting the little dragon slayer's head. Natsu raised his glass, motioning for someone to come over with his trademark grin plastered on his face. A hint of white and black appeared behind him as he got tackled to the ground, spilling the drink all over himself. He looked up, flustered, at the white-and-black-haired girl towering over him with a mischievous smile, which he returned.

What the hell was I doing with Natsu and the others?! Now, it was clear those are no memories. There was only one conclusion. These were glimpses of my future.

The white and violet dragon whimpered in pain as its wing was cut off. Despite the numerous bruises the dragon stood up and lashed out, probably in the direction of its enemy, only to get half of her face badly burnt. Again, she ran forward, snapping her fangs insanely, when a metal pole sprung from the ground underneath the dragon, piercing its lung. The dragon howled.

I bit my lip, ashamed I could get so badly beaten up without landing a single hit on my enemy, whoever it was. I'll have to make sure I remember exactly in which sequence the attacks came. It'll surely come handy. Finally seeing some sense to these flashes, I braced myself for the next one.

Black, never-changing abyss stretched for what looked like miles, but could also be mere foots. In that cold and dark place, a single white ball of energy was floating, screaming for freedom, cursing the loneliness. But there came no answer, not even an echo. The light the ball was producing then slowly dimmed, until there was nothing left. Nothing but its last cry. Why?

I gasped for air. I had not been prepared for that. The mix of emotions that one last scene left in me was overwhelming. Different emotions fought for dominance, until one won over the others.

Amusement.

I could not help myself. I started laughing. It began with slight giggling, grew into amused chuckling and in the end sprouted into a hysteric laughter. One that made your blood run cold, your heart tremble and your mind go insane with fear.

That's when a voice that certainly did not belong to the Great Will, spoke. "Funny, isn't is? Your future looks so much like your past, it makes you wonder why you even bother to go on living, doesn't it?"

I paid no attention to the masculine voice as I continued laughing, locked in my own world.

"You have always lived your life for the others, never the one to make selfish wishes. And that is exactly how you will die. For the others. Fighting for a cause that does not concern you, dying because there was a shitty god messing with your brother's head. Isn't that a sweet reward for all the good you've done? Not only for dragons, but for humans AND the Great Will alike." The voice continued.

My laughter was slowly dying down, as my amusement started receding, another emotion calling for my attention.

"Why don't you tell the Great Will what you honestly think about this future she's got planned for you? I'm sure it'll contain some juicy words the 'Great Bitch' has not heard in a while."

I whipped around to the source of the voice. There stood a middle-aged blonde man wearing a midnight blue, tattered cape with a hood, which was hiding half of his face. He wore a smug smile, content with himself and the psychoanalysis he just made on me.

I smiled sweetly at him before I lunged at his form, gripping him by his neck and tearing off his head before he could made a sound. With a satisfied huff I dropped his head next to his body, contemplating whether to follow the dark urge that formed in my mind.

I shrugged ...Why the heck not? With that, I kicked his body and then lifted his head by his hair, immediately throwing it as far as I could.

When I was done, I wiped my hands at his robes and turned back to look at the Great Will's all-seeing eyes.

"I accept my fate." I said determinedly.

"I knew you would." she replied.

I smirked at her and waved goodbye as I willed my soul to return to my body.