So for some of you, I decided I'd mention recommended AMV's. They may or may not be Fairy Tail, but most will be. First one up, Fairy Tail AMV-The Show Will Go On.

Here is chapter 2 of the S-Class Target.

"Time Zone: Solitude."

The words flowed off of his tongue smoothly, although he'd only cast the spell a few times before. And with that, leaves froze in the air, birds and animals remained lost in the unmoving Time Zone spell. And with that, Derec sat and meditated. That way, he could train in peace. Simply because no one was capable of entering his Time Zone spell, without being frozen in place themselves. Not even a flying bullet would hit him. Any object would be affected as well. Nothing could touch him inside his Solitude spell. Whenever activated, Derec Prain became a god.

"Let them come. I never wanted this. But, I don't wish to suffer in a cell for eternity." He closed his eyes and expanded his spell, enveloping as much of the surrounding forest as he could. He would cover as much ground with his magic, drain himself, recover, and then repeat the process again and again until he had successfully quadrupled the size of his magic stamina. That was the plan.

Lahar stood at the cliff edge, looking over Era at the sunset. The orange and red colours mixed with pink and purple in the sky and reflected upon the city. Era, despite not being the capital, was certainly a rival of Crocus in population. Many people felt safe under the wings of the Magic Council Headquarters.

"Lahar!" Doranbolt came up behind his senior. "We got a new assignment." He held up a paper.

Lahar reached over and took the paper from him. It looked like a regular job request, like the ones that filled magic guilds all over Fiore. There were two things that made this one different. One was the red 'S' that was also circled in red, the other being the seal of the Magic Council. "Oh? We're being assigned to a Council's job request?"

"That's what's happening," Doranbolt confirmed. "They want us to use any means necessary to track him. If we are too busy then we are to assign it to a Council Hunter."

Lahar's eyes widened in surprise. They were being authorized to release a Hunter? "A Hunter? Absurd, they are too reckless. Might as well send this into the hands of Fairy Tail." He waved the request around. Doranbolt rubbed the back of his neck and let out a chuckle.

"Too late, man."

"What do you mean-," Lahar sighed. "Oh." He visibly deflated as he slouched his back rather than staying upright. "The Council already sent this out to the top guilds?"

"Oh, yea. Otherwise it wouldn't have the S-Class stamp. He's-" Doranbolt pointed at Derec Prain's face, "-been officially labeled as a Black Magic wielding, S-Class threat."

Lahar peered at the picture. "Hey, how old is this guy?"

"It says on the sheet."

"He's 23?

"I guess." Doranbolt shrugged. "What does it matter? You know our schedule. We're swamped. We can't lead a company of Rune Knights to kill him, much less capture him."

Lahar agreed. Capturing a target was infinitely more difficult than exterminating one. "Then I guess there's no other choice."

Doranbolt shook his head. "They're all a little nuts. I can't believe we have to do this." He rubbed his temple. "They are a last resort against lone targets because they don't pay attention to their surroundings. They have morals such as not directly killing civilians, but it's still happened."

"And it's best that we have as few Hunters as possible," Lahar stated. "Go get us a list of the current available Hunters. We'll work through the night."

Erza had spent two days investigating the home while avoiding getting in the way of repairs. The three main supports had been 'Extracted' and were probably left in a void. She doubted Derec Prain would hold building supports in his hand. She also noticed that it was a clean removal of the beams, no splintering or tearing at the wood; it all just vanished, cut out with the spell.

After spending what was probably too much time in the town, she concluded she'd learned all she could from that location. She needed to start tracking down Derec.

"Excuse me," she approached the owner of the collapsed house, a man directing the traffic of workers. "I'm looking for the man who did this." She waved her hand at his damaged home. "As well as destroyed multiple buildings in Era and killed sixty people. Did you see which direction he left?"

The man grunted. "He took my short sword during the chaos of the destruction and death he caused. I didn't see him, but our dogs were in the backyard. They were yipping towards the river when we got to them and he was gone." He pointed behind his property where half a kilometer away was a river.

Erza nodded. "Perfect. Thank you for you assistance."

She started her walk towards the river. When she arrived at its shore, she surveyed the area. Wide river. Too wide. Around six hundred feet long. She reached down and picked up a branch before tossing it into the center of the river. Impossible. Even for a strong person, this current would have thrown them into rocks and killed them faster than drowning in the current.

"I haven't heard of any body being found downstream. So it's obvious that he didn't attempt crossing," she concluded. "He traveled along the shore."

Looking down stream, she reached her senses and tried to pick up a trail of magic, any trail, that may have been left by the S-Class Target. Nothing.

She'd try further down. No big deal now that she knew the general direction of her target.

So, Erza gave a breath before beginning her walk down the shoreline.

Lahar sat down at a table with Doranbolt with a list of names in his hand. Doranbolt carried the stack of folders containing the profiles for each name on the list. There were thirty four folders in total.

"I still can't believe we are being authorized to call out a Hunter," Doranbolt mumbled as he set down the stack of papers. "When was the last time this happened?"

"Two years ago." Lahar looked at the list before reach for the top three folders. "Wasn't as serious as this, but a man with Distortion Magic would confuse any opponent so severely they couldn't strike in his direction. Eventually a Hunter was sent out and they exterminated him."

Doranbolt let out a low whistle. "Wooow. Even for the council," he began as he took a seat while pointing his finger at Lahar, "that's some extreme measures, right there."

"And that," Lahar said as he took a deep breath, "should explain to you how much more serious this Derec Prain is." He leaned back, cracked his knuckles before giving Doranbolt a dead grin. "Time to start searching. Put the rejects in one pile, possibilities in another. We will merge decisions and choose one after we've sorted out the bad ones."

Sighing and dropping his head before grabbing a singular file off the top of the stack, Doranbolt let out a tiny response. "...Yes, sir."

Jellal had since returned to the camp, to find Erik not failing to find something to stick his head into. Turned out it was the small collection of Jellal's Sorcerer Weekly magazine, which of course were the ones including exclusive interviews with Erza Scarlet.

Unfortunately, Erza didn't do too many interviews.

Either way, Jellal was devastated that his guild mate would do this. And was more so horrified to find that Meredy had fallen asleep long ago and failed to notice how Erik dipped into Jellal's tent.

So, Jellal did the only reasonable thing he could think of.

Blush furiously and stare silently in horror as Erik and Racer held up centerfolds of Erza as they giggled like school girls.

"P-p-puut those ba-back!" Jellal stuttered out. "What are you even doing in here?!"

Erik ignored him as he made a dart out of the tent. "Oi, I'm gonna borrow this one for a while. Been a while since I've seen some real babes."

Racer on the other hand, having felt his slowing magic defeated by Jellal decided he's just leave peacefully. He tossed the magazine on the ground and walked out grinning like a madman.

Jellal grabbed the scattered magazines before tucking them back into the bag that they came from. He laid back on his bed and groaned again.

Meredy peeked in. "Jellal?" She saw him, hair a mess and his face still recovering from his blush. "What happened to you? You look like you saw a nude girl."

Jellals eyes exploded open before his imagination could throw up pictures of a exposed Erza. "...Never again am I keeping entire magazines."

Meredy clapped a hand over her mouth as she held in giggles. She knew exactly what happened now. She'd done a similar thing when her and Jellal were the only ones in Crime Sorciére. "I told you," she started. "When they first joined us, that if you weren't careful they would find them!"

Jellal rubbed his hands over his eyes before flopping them back down on the ground. "Yea, yea." He forced himself to peek an eye at Meredy. "There's a person walking around, acting real suspicious. Keep an eye out for whoever that may be." He propped himself up and as Meredy was about to walk out to inform the others, he continued. "Also, I swung past the Council Branch in the city. Of course, our," he pointed at himself and back at her, "faces are still up there with fifteen million jewels for me and twelve million for you. But, there's a new one, one worth ten million if brought in alive, or seven dead."

"A dead or alive?" Meredy asked. "That's not a request type that the Council sends out very often. What details did it say?"

Jellal pulled out a extra poster for the wanted man. "'Derec Prain, twenty-three. Killed sixty people in Era and injured two hundred more.' Then there's all the property damage he did. He's got two natural magics to him, making him a very unique mage."

Even Erza had only one innate type of magic, and that alone is rare.

Meredy looked at the poster. "A black magic? It's a new kind, I've never heard of it before. Extraction Magic. That's pretty deadly." She took the poster and inspected a bit more. "Time Zone? That's a Lost Magic, isn't it? That hasn't been seen in two centuries. Nobody bothered to continue teaching it."

Jellal nodded. "It is. The fact he has these innate magics means he doesn't need the instructing of how to use them, his body already knows." He waved a hand. "Imagine if we could get that into Crime Sorciére. He'd be a valuable ally."

Meredy couldn't agree more. As an enemy of Crime Sorciére he was dangerous, even just as an enemy of the public. But as an ally of the guild, or better yet, a member, Derec Prain would prove himself very useful. "I'll go inform the others of these local dangers... Do you think the suspicious person could be Derec Prain?"

Jellal had given it some thought admittedly. "I can't say the thought hasn't crossed my mind. Its very convenient too, so who knows? Maybe. It'd make our job a lot easier."

Lahar and Doranbolt had spent the last five hours digging and searching through the list of Hunters. They had narrowed it down to two. One, a woman around the age of twenty-eight, used Chain Magic, enabling her to throw her opponents around to prevent accurate spell casting. The other was also a woman, aged at thirty. She used Weight Magic, allowing her to use any means of striking, if its bare contact or through a spell, the targets person or target object, would be able to support half the weight with each strike. Or she could generate more weight, but not changing the person's appearance.

"Lahar, damn it." Doranbolt had his head resting on the table. "We've been sitting here for hours. Sending them both out is too dangerous, so hurry and decide."

"I can't do that!" Lahar protested. "If I send one with a bad history, something really bad might happen!"

"The chain user," Doranbolt mumbled. "I vote for the chain user. It's a magic that can slip through defense magic, so I'm assuming it can get through his Time Zone."

Lahar gave it some thought. "But why not choose the weight mage? She could stop him from getting away."

"True, but if he threw up a Time Zone bubble, his magic would negate her effect." Doranbolt shifted his head to rest his cheek on the tabletop. "He'd go back to normal and she'd be frozen as he escaped, or worse, killed her then escaped."

Lahar gave it thought. They were very valid points. But there was still one grey zone. "This is assuming that his Time Zone is a defence type magic."

"True," Doranbolt said. "But her's still has the better odds of success as compared to the weight mage." He scratched at the table's surface. "And her combat skills are remarkably higher as compared to the weight mage."

It was true. That Hunter was labeled as a SS-Class Hunter. No guilds established ranks higher than S-Class, but the Magic Council saw need for the categorizing and had established such. That mage made sense to use, since it had enough experience to do more dangerous missions than typical S-Class mages. And the weight mage appeared to only have an S-Class rating on her.

"Then I guess it's been decided." Lahar put his hands on the table and picked up his glasses from where he had put them down during the five hour drag. "We will use the Hunter, Miss Sajeh Trika, SS-Class Magic Council Hunter." Lahar looked at Doranbolt. "Get some rest; we'll submit the forms tomorrow."

Derec sat in the woods, focusing on nothing, caught in a moment of silence. Normally, stuff like that didn't happen. He was never one to zone out. Random thoughts passed through his mind as he absorbed his surroundings in the absence of awareness.

A little boy, aged around eight years old, stumbled into the field, breaking branches as he began his fall.

"Time Zone; Isolation!"

Derec thought out the spell, slamming his open palm into the ground the second his peace of mind was broken. Everything froze in its place. Derec lifted his hand to his head, thankful that his hood was still up. He picked up his mask again, securing it under his cheek bones as it wrapped around the upper portion of his face. Tying it behind his head, under his hood, he stood up. Then, he turned around.

He had not known that the intruder was a child, but nonetheless, he was thankful he had cast the spell. As much as he loved children, he still knew that young children can't be trusted with such risky secrets. But, when a child is nearby, almost always a parent is as well. Now that Derec was masked though, he had little fear. He turned back around and sat once again before pushing his hood down, revealing the light blond hair that was slicked back, going to his shoulders. Then, he allowed the spell to fall.

The boy continued his stumbled, which in turn became a trip. He fell onto his belly, catch himself before his head hit the ground.

"Owww," the boy sat up. "Awww, man. Look at this-" He looked at his palm. "I've got some ouchies."

Derec let out a chuckle and a smile. "An ouchie, huh? You alright there?" He turned around a little, looking at the boy.

Realizing he wasn't alone, a pair of eyes met the masked eyes of Derec. "Uh, um-..." The boy just looked curiously at him.

His stomach flipped a little. Did someone see him recently? Impossible.

"You have a silly mask. Are you going to a party?" The curious little lad stood up and walked over to where Derec sat. "...You sure are dressed strange, mister."

"..." Derec stayed silent as the fear washed away. Then he let out a laugh. "Oh, boy. Kid, I thought you were gonna run away from me." He grinned, white teeth showing.

"Why's that?" The boy shrugged. "I mean, sure, your mask is silly but it's pretty neat as well. How come your mouth isn't covered?" He gestured with a small hand.

"Well, that's because it would get extra hot under this mask." He brought a hand up and pointed to the tinted lenses. "Also, these would get all fogged up from my breath."

"Oh, I see." The boy sat down. "Also, Halloween still isn't for another three months. Dressing up a little early." He looked at Derec's full get up. A blue jacket that went mid thigh at the back but rose to waist height at the front with a hood attached. White pants, loose around the legs but well fitted. All of this was of course accompanied with the unusual mask on his face. "What are you supposed to be any way?"

Derec let out another laugh as he looked at the boy. Slightly longer dirty blond hair that was almost at his eyes, a red T-shirt that mentioned bugging his sister as a skill, knee length camouflage shorts and some runners. The blue-green eyes stared into his tinted lenses. "I'm actually not dressing up." He had no reason to hide anything like that from the boy.

"Oh yea?" the boy asked, as if doubtful. "Then why are you wearing all this stuff. Huh? Doesn't make sense." He crossed his arms, grinning.

Derec smiled as he looked around before leaning towards the boy, motioning for him to do the same. The boy leaned in as well. "It's because I'm an agent," he whispered into his ear.

The boy's imagination exploded and his mind went into hyper drive. "Whoa! No way!" he shouted.

"Shhhh!" Derec hushed him. He looked around before leaning back towards the boy. "I'm actually on a job right now. Would you like to know what I'm supposed to do?" he asked the quivering boy.

"Yea!"

"Shhh, you need to be quiet. No yelling." He looked around again. "I don't want the bad guys to find me." He grinned as he watched the excitement mix with understanding.

"Right." Immediately a more serious face was put on as the boy also did a scan around the area. "...I think we're clear," he reported back to Derec.

"I think so too," Derec confirmed. "But, as for my job... Maybe you shouldn't know."

"No! I mean-" Realizing how loud he had been, he tried again. "No, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone, promise!"

"Well, it may sound boring..."

"Ok, what is it?"

"I'm to make sure nobody is to enter this forest for a few days." After those few days, Derec would move once again.

"That's it?" The boy sat back a little disappointed.

"Yep. Because there's someone dangerous in these woods. I'm to wait here until they find me or they leave."

At that the boys eyes widened. "S-so, is it safe for me to be here?" he stuttered.

Derec smiled and ruffled the kids hair. "You'll be fine. If you want you can stay here for a few more minutes, then I'll take you to the edge of the woods in the direction of the town. Or, if you want, we can go now."

"I'll be good to go now, I think." The boy stood up.

"Alright, lets go." Derec brushed himself off and stood. As they walked towards the edge of the forest, Derec spoke again. "Hey, kid?"

"Yea?"

"Since I'm a agent, I need to stay undercover. So make sure not to tell anyone about me, huh?"

"Oh, yea! Of course!" The boy understood. Who wouldn't? Agents are secret, that's why their called secret agents. Duh. "I won't tell anyone, promise!"

They reached the edge of the forest, Derec turned to the boy. "What's your name?"

"Well, first what's yours?"

"You can just call me Sir for now. Agent's have to keep their name a secret after all." He nudged the kid, causing a few giggles to erupt.

"I get it." Truly, the boy understood spy stuff. His friends and him played Secret Spy all the time. "My name is Rowan."

"Right, Rowan. Come back in two day's if you want to hang out again, just don't tell anyone your coming to meet an agent." He offered him a high-five. "I'll be in the same spot."

The kid slapped the high-five and gave a toothy, childish grin before taking off towards the town.

Lahar and Doranbolt approached the lowest floors of the Magic Council headquarters. The third lowest floor, approximately five hundred feet beneath the surface, was the floor where the Council's Hunters resided. Unless the Hunters accepted a Anti-Magic bracelet to prevent magic use, they lived here, away from the danger of harming civilians.

Lahar and Doranbolt continued through the third floor, approaching a specific room, marked '68'. Lahar stepped forward and knocked firmly against the door. At this point, several Hunter's had noticed the white cloaks of soldiers and had emerged, hoping they were being deployed.

"Sajeh Trika!" Lahar shouted. "You're being deployed. Come on out, we got briefing to do."

The door whipped open and a woman stood there at five foot, seven inches. Her skin was clear, and she appeared to be a friendly person. Her hair was deep purple. She stared straight at Lahar before breaking into a wide grin.

"About fucking time."

So this is the second chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it.

Thank you a ton, Fallen Ark Angel, for agreeing to being my Beta reader and editor long ago when I first pitched this at you. If none have you have read Fallen Ark Angels stories of Laxus/Mirajane, read them. They are fucking amazing. So are his fics about Jellal and Erza.

Review, favourite, follow away lads. More to come.

Cheers!

~NightLocker