The sunny skies were clouded with darkness as passengers got on the train hurriedly. Gajeel, Wendy, Makarov, Kikori, and Shiro all boarded the train with their luggage and instruments they would be needing for the competition, except for Wendy, who carried her choir music sheet.

As they all sat down, the train immediately started to move, causing everyone to snap them out of their tired trance. Gajeel found his face turn pale, then a light green color.

''Here,'' Wendy took the brown bag out of her backpack and handed it towards him.

''Th-'' Gajeel was cut off as he threw up again, face turning pale once again. He groaned, looking out the window and sighed drowsily.

''That girl with the red hair is looking at me weirdly,'' Wendy fumbled with her fingers awkwardly.

''Tell her to fu- bleh!'' Gajeel found himself sweating and panting, as his face became flushed. (Not like that you perverts!) He hated having motion sickness!

Wendy sighed. ''That would be rude. You're the one who tells people those kinds of things, not me.'' she countered, leaning against her seat and studying her vocal sheet music.

Wendy eyed the seat next to her, finding Makarov already snoring in his seat and Shiro reading a book, while Kikori was listening to music on her phone, hot pink headphones enclosed in her ears.

She then looked straight forward down the aisle to see if the redhead was still watching her carefully, and she was.

Wendy blushed in embarrassment. Just then, the same girl walked down the aisle, guitar in her seat. Was she also a competitor in the competition?

''Hello.'' she heard a voice say above her.

''Um... hi.'' Wendy replied quietly.

''I'm Erza Scarlet, a proud competitor in the Young Guitarist Competition!'' she sounded like a cocky little girl, but Wendy knew better than to judge people immediately after they introduce themselves.

''I-I'm Wendy Marvell, part of Fairytail's singing classes.'' she stated, raising her voice a little so she could be heard.

Erza had on a long white sleeved shirt, and on top of it was a gray short sleeve. (Wendy just can't believe it's armor) Her white collar around the neck had a red, loose ribbon hanging from it. A brown belt buckle was raised on her waist, as a long, white skirt flowed down past her ankles. Instead of tights, she wore leggings. To top it off, she had a dark brown (what seemed to be like, and yes this is in shoe vocabulary) apron toe.

''Oh, well, a pleasure to meet you, Wendy,'' Erza greeted. ''I'm also part of Fairytail. However, I am in the intermediate guitar group, but I am the best in the class, and they let me travel to Crocus for the competition!'' she exclaimed joyfully, forgetting her surroundings and muttering between the lines of 'cake' and 'strawberries.'

''Riiight... uh, anyways, my friend is also competing. Say hi, Gajeel.'' Wendy jabbed him in the ribs, causing him to drool and almost spit.

Gajeel was almost about to completely doze off until someone decided it was a good time to introduce themselves to Windy. How dare they interrupt him while he's sleeping! He'll show them what'll happen! The last kid that messed with him ended up in the hospital for a month.

''Huh...'' he wiped the spit off of his shirt, then looked at Erza, muttering, ''oh, you're that weird kid that's been stalking Windy since we got on the bus,'' Gajeel replied, leaning back against his seat and ignoring his stomach; which gave him the strong urge to vomit.

''Excuse me? I will not tolerate this behavior, Gajeel!'' Erza suddenly had a dark aura around her, which made Wendy scratch the back of her head anxiously.

''So? What are ya going to d-'' the strawberry cake lover punched him in the gut, causing him to completely pass out and forget his sentence.

Wendy's face instantly went pale. ''Don't worry, he'll wake up before we get to Crocus.'' Erza calmed her.

''Eh? What's going on? Huh? Erza? Is that you?'' Makarov scratched the top of his bald head in confusion.

Gajeel woke up in an alley, his mind fuzzy and blank with no memories.

What the heck is happening?

Scowling, he found his legs rising on their own, and walking to the graveyard.

I'm not even walking on my own! What the hell is going on here?

''Hey! This isn't funny!'' he shouted angrily.

Gajeel then suddenly stopped to a halt, making his legs feel like wobbling Jell-O and his body instantly tumbled backward.

Shit. My reflexes... what happened to them?

He almost fell, but his instincts quickly kicked in and grabbed the nearest object, the cross on the gravestone.

Gajeel observed the gravestone. ''Why the hell did I stop here? Nothin' important from what I can see...'' he trailed off, thinking about the possibilities of why his legs took him there.

Maybe I'm being possessed... hah, don't make me laugh, brain.

Checking the name on the gravestone, his mouth dropped in shock. Adrenaline flowed through his veins. His excitement covered up his own fear.

The grave read:

IN LOVING MEMORY OF LEVY MCGARDEN.

DIED AGE 13.

A VIOLINIST WHO HAD A FUTURE.

Gajeel then jolted up from his train seat, eyes still widened and not yet recovered from the shock and ecstasy from his dream.

Just then, a person's voice boomed from the speakers located in the corners of the train, ''Next stop, Crocus!''

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Please don't kill me :P