Hey everyone! So this is the last chapter and there will be an epilogue, but it'll be like, super duper short. Like maybe not even 100 words short.

To Levy Cheney (Guest): Hiiiii! You're welcome for the update! I would love to, but Lyra's actions in this chapter are kinda limited *gasps* (SPOILERS!). I guess you'll have to just read and find out.

Fro think so too!

See ya at the bottom!

~ Diana

Did someone just scream? Lector didn't wake up easily. Ever. So when he found himself curled up besides a snoring and drooling Sting Eucliffe he had no idea what to do. Should he wake Sting up? He rolled over and desperately tried to go back to sleep, but it was all in vein and he stretched, deciding to walk around.

He jumped off the high bed and pulled on his vest. He tip-toed to the door, because Frosch and Rogue were still sleeping, and Rogue was a light sleeper, they needed to be ready for the Games tomorrow! Sabertooth was going to win! He let out his wings, flying just high enough that he could reach it, and opened said door. Then he was faced with a bright common room. The light lacrima was still on and he wondered whose brilliant idea that was because when everyone on Team Sabertooth woke up in the morning the first thing their hungover eyes would see was bright light. Lector chuckled at imagining what the expressions on the teammates would be. He was about to stretch out and relax on the couch when he heard a loud thunk.

I wonder what that was… he thought to himself.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He asked. No one answered.

He wandered around looking for the cause of the noise. He opened the door to Orga and Rufus's room. Orga slept with his bandages off, he had fully healed which was good because he needed to be at his best so they could win. The large God Slayer slept restlessly, turning over and over until he was completely wrapped in a cocoon of his blankets. Rufus slept like an angel. He slept on his side, and his arms curled up under his head. His white, poofy nightgown covered his arms to their wrists and his blankets were pulled up to his armpits. Lector flew above him and looked around the room, nothing looked like it would have caused the noise.

Lector flew out of the room and closed the door quietly. He opened Lyra's door and found that it squeaked horribly. He froze, not sure if he had woken her up, he didn't want to wake her and was sure that she would hurt him if she caught him. But the lump on the bed didn't move so he figured he was OK until he smelled blood. He stepped in a large puddle of the red liquid and he grimaced, rubbing his nose, what was going on? Where did all the blood come from? He flew up and screamed out of shock.

Sting dreamt of blood, it surrounded him. He didn't know where it had come from. It was everywhere. He swam through the crimson death as he tried to rise above it. He looked up, through the viscous red he could see a light. He tried to swim upward but something kept pulling him farther and farther down into the scarlet depths.

He bolted upright when he heard Lector scream. Rogue and Frosch also were awake. The scream had been heard by everyone on the Sabertooth team and they had all been jolted out of sleep. They stumbled into the common room, the bright light flooded their hung over senses but they didn't stop moving towards the sound of Lector hyperventilating and the smell of blood. Lyra's door hung wide open.

The boys of Sabertooth came to a halt when Lector came barreling out of the room. His eyes were tearing up and he hugged his Dragon Slayer tightly, his back paws were wet from blood.

"What happened Lector?" Sting demanded of his Exceed.

The small cat took big breaths and managed out. "Lyra- Lyra is-" before he burst into tears. Sting pushed past his friend and turned on the light in Lyra's room. The smell of death assaulted his senses as he stared at Lyra's decapitated body. She lay on her bed, wrapped in a blanket. Cuts and bruises decorated her lifeless body and her head was about a foot separated with it. Her scarlet life dyed the sheets with their color and her glossy eyes were open, staring at him, blaming him for not waking up, blaming him for letting her die.

He stumbled backwards when he felt something wet under his feet. The smell of her death was fresh. She had been killed less than an hour ago. And he hadn't known.

"Sting." He heard Rogue speak but he couldn't listen, he was trying desperately not to go into White Drive.

"Sting." His Twin repeated. He whipped around to face the boy.

"What? What is it Rogue?"

"You're standing in her blood." He said softly. Sting looked down and saw that something had been drawn in her wet blood. When he moved his bare feet he smelled her stench go with him. Sting smelled like Lyra's death. He turned his head trying to figure out what had been drawn but after a while he realized what the crimson F and C meant.

"Those bandits." Sting heard his own voice say hoarsely. "The ones from training. They did this to her."

There were pounding footsteps and the common room door burst open. Sting was surprised to find that his entire Guild had been woken up and began to flood in. Orga had gone to get them. People pushed and shoved trying to find their way to see the spectacle of Lyra's corpse. Sting's gut twisted and he suddenly felt very sick.

"What's going on here?" A rumbling commanding voice asked. The Guild member split in half. Master Jiemma walked towards the dead girl and surveyed the room. He humphed. "Where's Minerva?" He asked.

Minerva strode forward. Her father turned to her. "You're the girl's replacement for tomorrow." He turned to leave.

"What about Lyra?" Sting cried. Everyone turned to look at the Dragon Slayer. Rogue blushed as his Twin spoke. No Sting, don't do this, you know what the answer will be…

"What about her?" Jiemma asked warningly.

Sting ignored his tone. "A member of your Guild just died a horrible death! And you're just going to go back to bed?"

Jiemma's eyes narrowed. "Yes. You have a problem with that?"

"A MEMBER OF YOUR GUILD JUST DIED!" Sting roared.

Jiemma's voice became colder than usual but Sting wasn't listening, his was about to go into White Drive. "She was weak. She died. She shouldn't have been in this Guild, if she was supposed to be she would have been strong enough to survive." Rogue grabbed his Twin's arms. His eyes warned the other boy not to. With Rogue by his side Sting began to cool off, but only a little. "Everyone go to bed. Dragon Slayers," he glared disdainfully at the room, "clean up this mess. I won't pay extra for the damage caused." Rogue's hand tightened around Sting's arm. "And Sting, never ever argue with me again. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." Rogue answered for the blond boy.

Sabertooth filed out of the room one by one leaving Sting and Rogue to clean up the blood left behind by the murderers. Orga and Rufus sympathetically (or as sympathetic as you could get from Sabertooth) closed the door, only to return after a few minutes with scrubbing materials, then leave again. Rogue and Sting made Lector and Frosch leave, they didn't want their Exceeds to see this. The cats had tried to fight them on this, but when Lector broke down in snotty tears because he had heard her scream and didn't do anything, they made it out of the question.

Sting knelt by the signature, and glared ferociously at the F and C. He hissed under his breath about his anger. "I can't believe him, Rogue I-" He froze, realizing that the boy hadn't moved since the door had shut the first time. "Rogue?" Sting stood and turned to the Dragon Slayer. Was- was Rogue shaking? Sting cautiously put a hand on Rogue's shoulder. Rogue immediately froze, only to break a minute later and let a sob escape. Sting pulled the boy away from their dead friend's body and to face him.

"Rogue?" Sting asked softly.

Rogue wiped his eyes. "We couldn't help her Sting." He choked out, his eyes were bleary. "We were asleep while she died, we didn't even wake up. Why didn't we wake up Sting?" Sting held the black-haired boy to his chest and stared blankly at the dead girl behind him. Everything Rogue had asked was the same thing that he had been wondering. Their Lyra had died, and they had slept through it. Sting didn't answer any of the questions his Twin had asked him, only because he couldn't provide one for himself.

Cleaning the blood took rather quickly; soon all that was left the deal with was the body. Her body. A silent decision was made, and the Twins managed inconspicuously drag her out of the Honeybone. The Twins walk out of the city, looking for anywhere they can mark a spot and bury the Void.

As they walk they replayed their moments with her in their minds. Sting recalled the time he poured water on her. Rogue recalled the time she made him do pushups. It all seemed so long ago to them. It had been less than a month. But that was how it was with family, any Dragon Slayer could tell you that. From the minute you meet them to the minute they leave you, it feels like a lifetime. And one hell of a lifetime that was.

"Here." Rogue stops in his tracks. "We should bury her here."

Sting looked at his surroundings. It was still dark so they were hard to disern, but he was sure they were on a grassy hill. Broken columns are placed in odd places around the hill and rubble from what once could have been a marble building is strewn everywhere. There are two flat pieces of marble jutting out of the ground. The Sting laid her carpet wrapped body on the ground, and Rogue gently placed her head wrapped in a ruined pillow case next to it. They bent down and dug a decent grave. They placed her there and filled the hole back up. Sting bent down and stared at the marble plateau. Carefully, using his Holy Ray, he etched words into the marble. He turned to Rogue and sighed, looking at his feet, or rather who lay beneath them.

"We're going to miss you Witch Hunter." Sting said. He turned to his Twin, who had just finished crying again.

"Yeah." Rogue agreed. Sting put this arm around his friend, but the boy shrugged it off. "I'm fine." He lied.

Sting could tell his wasn't being truthful and nodded, looking at the gravestone he had etched. "Yeah. Me too." He said.

The Twin Dragons of Sabertooth walked back to the Honeybone, but by the time they got back it was past dawn, and their last match would start soon.

"Teeeeeaaaaam SABERTOOOOTH!"

As Sting stared out at the voluminous crowds thought of the girl who had been replaced. He glanced at Rogue and realized that he was thinking about the same thing.

"For Lyra?" He asked.

Rogue nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "For Lyra." He agreed. Lamia Scale never knew what hit them.

Lyra Young

Void/Witch Hunter

Beloved Friend, and Guildmate

X772-X790

I would like to apologize to everyone who didn't see this coming. But in answer to GhostOfOnyx's first review. This is why she doesn't appear in x971! Sooooo...

I love you all, and remember an epilogue is coming (you won't get rid of me that easily! Muhahaha).

See you then!

~ Diana