A/N: I'll put most of my notes at the bottom, but I just wanted to warn for panic attacks. I don't really think it's explicit, because I go more into the cause of the attack than describing the attack itself but still. If this is a problem for you, or may make you uncomfortable, please read with caution.

It was the raised voices that first caught Lucy's attention. She had been at the bar sipping at a soda, admiring the guildmark that was once more on the back of her left hand, and chatting to Mira when the voice of a young boy began yelling about his father.

She knew who it was instantly, of course, and took a bracing breath before forcing herself to turn around and look upon the scene beside her.

She almost couldn't believe how young Romeo was, how small. Here, he was just a child, not the young mage she was used to. Here, he couldn't wield fire magic. He didn't know the grief of missing half of his guild for seven years, of watching the other half slowly become a laughingstock. Didn't know the pain of broken bones and bruised flesh.

Didn't know what it was like to fight to the death for his nakama.

Right now he was just a young boy, hounded by bullies and afraid that his dad was never going to come back home, and thinking that it was all his fault.

Lucy kept silent as Romeo punched the Master in the face and then took off running. Even when Natsu punched a hole in the request board and followed the boy out. Instead she took a slow breath and tried to get her bearings again. Tried to forget the noise Romeo had made as he was ripped apart. As he was -

"Master acts like that, but he's worried about Macao, too," Mira offered quietly from behind her. Lucy flinched, ripped from her memories, before she turned to face her, her expression questioning. "And Natsu's been through the same thing, I guess you could say."

"Same thing?" Lucy asked, her voice just as quiet. She hadn't caught onto the somber undertone of this conversation last time around, but she did now.

"Natsu's father hasn't come back ever since he left. Though, by father I mean foster parent." Here Mira's expression held a glimmer of mischief. "And he's a dragon."

"Oh!" Lucy straightened her posture and pasted on a look of surprise. "Igneel, right? Natsu told me about him, a little."

"Did he? He was found by that dragon in a forest when he was little. And learned words, cultures and magicks from him. But one day, that dragon disappeared from Natsu..."

"I see..." Lucy eyes softened as she thought upon her partner and his desperate search for his father. And he had found him again, in the end. Only to watch as he was shot out of the sky, killed right in front of him. Natsu'd been devastated, nearly inconsolable, for weeks.

"Natsu's looking forward to seeing Igneel again one day. Isn't he cute?" Mira chuckled, but her expression was still very sad. Lucy just hummed at her in answer, her thoughts drifting to the future.

She had to try to save Igneel this time, for Natsu if nothing else. The fire dragon had been the very first to be able to land a viable wound on Acnologia, ripping his arm right off. Maybe if they hadn't been fighting alone, he could've dealt more damage. Maybe Igneel could've survived and Lucy wouldn't have had to see Natsu look so absolutely and utterly hopeless.

She had to try.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Mira set a fresh soda before her. There was an empty smile on her face as she spoke, a slight tremor in her hands barely visible.

"Mages of Fairy Tail... are all...carrying something. Wounds... pain... suffering..." Her eyes became unfocused and Lucy knew without a doubt that she was seeing Lisanna in her mind. "And I as well..."

"Mira...?" Lucy asked as gently as she could. The white haired women gave herself a slight shake and then smiled at her with more genuine warmth.

"No, it's nothing."

Lucy kept quiet as Mirajane made her way down the bar to other customers but couldn't help but wish she could tell the woman here and now that her sister was okay, was alive. But there was no way she could. Who in their right minds would believe her?

She would just have to wait and pray that the anima, and the events in Edolas, turned out just as well as they had last time around.

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It doesn't take long for the public to catch on to the fact that cities are literally being wiped off the map. By this point there are numerous rumors going around of a large winged demon, often seen flying just beyond the horizon. Most don't know what it really is, have never seen it up close enough to truly identify it, and those that have are usually dead long before they can pass on any tales.

With the sense of panic that's slowly but surely sweeping through the country, fingers inevitably start trying to point out a responsible party. And once those fingers begin pointing towards the Council, demanding to know what they're doing about this abomination, the council does what it does best: they find a scapegoat.

And in this instance, they're killing two birds with one stone. They've always resented Fairy Tail but have never truly been able to do anything about it. Now, they've been given a chance. Because it's common knowledge that the first town to be vaporized was Magnolia. And the people who once resided there have given statements of having been quickly evacuated by their hometown guild.

And so the Council twists this around as best they can, speaking of how Fairy Tail knew this beast was coming, how they must know what it is, and that they've either preformed some unspeakable magic that summoned it and then lost control or their irresponsible ways finally caught up to them in the form of this angered demon.

They knew, of course, that this wasn't the case. They knew what Acnologia was, knew why it was tracking dragon slayers. Knew that Fairy Tail wasn't really at fault at all. That Fairy Tail was probably their only hope in escaping this situation without the entire nation being reduced to smoldering ash.

But they also knew that, with the guildhall destroyed and most of their most powerful members already dead, and while still fighting a war on two fronts between Acnologia and the dark guilds, there was no way they could defend themselves. No way they could take the time to step into the limelight to set the record straight.

So, they stayed in hiding as much as they could, kept a low profile, avoided being seen. They stayed quiet as whispers turned into rage filled demands for retribution. As city after city turned against them even as they fought with all they had and desperately tried to save as many as they could.

And by the time the final battle had ended, after the fires had been quenched and their dead had been laid to rest, as they tried to begin picking up the pieces of what was left of their lives, hoping to somehow live on and make sure the sacrifices were worth it, they realized they had become Enemy Number One.

It didn't matter that they'd been the ones to end it because as far as the public was concerned it was their fault in the first place. And before they could even wrap their heads around this new reality, they were on the run once again, this time from the people they'd given up so much just to protect.

And Lucy dimly remembers, as Levy and Jellal both hold her by the arms, desperate to get her away from the growing crowd of fire and pitchfork wielding civilians, both pleading with her, Lucy, please, we have to run, she remembers feeling pure hatred.

She'd practically been frothing at the mouth, fighting to claw her way to freedom, to march her way into this crowd of people screaming and demanding they take responsibility. She remembers those people, their eyes like wild animals, and the ways they'd spoken, 'Don't you know how many people are dead?'

And she'd wanted to laugh, could already feel the hysteria building within her, because did she know? Her family, her friends, Natsu, they were all dead, all of them, just to protect these people who would drag their names through the mud, declare that their sacrifices were the least they could do, anyways, so why should they waste effort being thankful when Fairy Tail owed them far much more than that.

And, even as Jellal gave up trying to coax her and decided it would be far easier to knock her out and drag her along, she remembers snarling at them, we don't owe you shit, and she remembers feeling almost feral with rage and thinking she must have looked it too because she can see those before her hesitate in their advance, their eyes suddenly apprehensive and cautious. And as she feels a sharp jab at her neck and her vision begins to black out she remembers thinking, good, and thinking, I'll fucking kill you all.

When she comes to, hours later in a cave on a snow covered mountain, she'll remember those feelings, the all-consuming hatred and bloodlust, and she'll look for them and won't find them. Because by that point it will have set in that the fight, the fight that actually mattered, was over and that all that she'd ever loved was gone, was ash in the wind. And there would be no life to move on with, not now.

And so, looking out of the mouth of the cave as snow was blown about by howling winds, Lucy thought of her first mission with Natsu, one that took place on a mountain just like this, thought of Natsu's smile and determination to rescue his nakama, to ensure that Romeo didn't have to grow without his father. Remembers Macao and how beat to hell he was, and how embarrassed, but how thankful and proud he had been as well. Thinks of Romeo's face when he spotted his father, how it had lit up and he'd cried and been so grateful to them. Remembers feeling a warmth in her chest at being able to help in this way, at being able to get a child to smile like that, at feeling proud and accomplished. Remembers looking over at Natsu's grin and feeling overwhelmingly fond.

And then she remembers that all three of them, Macao and Romeo and Natsu, are dead. And that people all over the country, at this very moment, are talking about their deaths and thinking, served them right.

And that's when Lucy stops feeling. For a long, long time.

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Lucy had somehow forgotten how godforsakenly cold these mountains were. Sure, she was far more prepared for it this time around and she'd definitely built up a tolerance for harsh weather, what with living on the road for nearly three years straight, but that didn't mean she was impervious to it.

And so she found herself following behind her pink-haired partner, dressed in jeans and a thick sweater, and still huddling into herself for warmth as her teeth chattered away. Natsu, meanwhile, walked ahead in his open vest as if he were taking a walk on the beach.

Sometimes she really just wanted to punch him.

"Macao!" Natsu continued to shout, even as his voice was dragged away in the wind almost immediately. "Were you done in by the Vulcan?!"

Lucy couldn't help but sigh at him because really, what was the use in screaming questions like that? But she knew that was just who Natsu was. He never really thought out the words that came out of his mouth. His brain to mouth filter didn't exist. And besides, the noise would undoubtedly bring the beast to them as it had before. And then she just had to let herself be taken, because at least then she'd be out of this blisteringly cold wind. And once feeling had finally returned to her extremities she'd summon Taurus and be done with it.

As if summoned, hah, by her thoughts, she saw a giant shadow appear before them before it got close enough to take shape, revealing none other than the white and black furred Vulcan they had been looking for. It landed right where Natsu had been standing before he'd backflipped out of the way, his instincts warning him of the impending attack just in time.

"It's the Vulcan!" Happy yelled as the beast launched itself forward. Natsu tensed, clearly bracing for an attack, and his face morphed into one of shock as the vulcan sailed past him, as if the dragon slayer wasn't even there.

"A human woman!" It shouted in what could only be perverted glee, and a grin spread across it's face, as it landed right in front of Lucy. It was a good thing Lucy had already decided not to attack just yet, because she wouldn't have had time to even if she'd wanted to. Before she could even blink she'd been swept up onto the monster's shoulder and was being carried away. She couldn't help the startled yelp that escaped her at the quick action, and she could hear Natsu and Happy's own shouts of surprise even as they grew smaller and smaller the higher the vulcan took her up the mountain, until finally she couldn't even see them at all.

Mavis, but she hoped she was right about all of this.

Lucy was deposited unceremoniously in the middle of a cave, the mouth barely a few feet from her, though she made no move towards the exit. She'd only been within for minutes and she could already feel the tingling as warmth returned to her. She was content to stay where she was for as long as she could get away with.

The vulcan danced around her in circles, making weird gestures in excitement. She watched from where she sat and couldn't help but find the sight amusing instead of frightening. She'd been completely terrified last time around. How she could've been terrified of something as ridiculous as this she didn't know.

"Woman."

Between one blink and the next the beast was suddenly inches from her face and she couldn't help the instinctual flinch away, or the way she felt her magic fluctuate in panic. She got a hold of it quickly, used to the way her magic reacted to her fear after dealing with it in the aftermath of countless nightmares. It took much more effort to calm her suddenly racing heart.

"Heeeeey! I finally caught up with you!" Both looked up in surprise to find Natsu all out sprinting for them. Lucy was already cringing, not even needing to remember to know what was likely to happen next, and even as she had the thought she saw Natsu's foot slip forward out from under him as he went tumbling across the ground and straight into a wall of rock.

"You are so uncool," she felt the need to point out once more, before snorting at her own unintended pun. Because honestly, he needed to work on his entrances. The dragon slayer acted as if she hadn't spoken, which was probably for the best.

"Hey! Monkey! Where's Macao?!" He demanded even from where he remained upside down. He hopped to his feet quickly, agile as any acrobat, and wasted no time invading the vulcan's space threateningly. "I know you can understand me. So, where's Macao? He's a human man!"

"A man?" The beast tilted its head in question.

"That's right! A man!" Natsu shoved his finger in the beast's face accusingly. "Where did you hide him?!"

"Why do you assume he's hidden...?" Lucy muttered even as the vulcan grinned and motioned Natsu towards the mouth of the cave. Natsu, being the idiotically naive guy that he was, followed without question. Lucy sighed and rubbed at her temples, praying for the patience to deal with these itiots. Natsu even leaned out halfway over the edge obligingly, all the while trying to spot Macao as if the man would pop out of a snowdrift at any second.

It came as no surprise to Lucy when, not a moment later, the dragon slayer was sent flying down by a giant hand slammed to his back.

"Me no likes man... me likes woman," the creature informed the open air condescendingly before turning and focusing his attention once again on Lucy. As he began chanting and once again running about in excited circles, Lucy decided that enough was enough. She'd let this go on long enough.

"He may be an idiot, but don't think I'm gonna let you just get away with that," she informed the vulcan calmly as she unhooked her keys from her belt. "Open, door to the Golden Bull, Taurus."

The giant spirit appeared before her instantly, his stance already prepared for battle. He'd likely sensed her moment of panic before and so was already ready to defend her. Of course he couldn't just get down to business, though.

"Luuuucy, you have nice booooobs like alwaaays!" He informed her, his eyes practically hearts as he gazed down at her. She pointedly ignored him.

"Uho! Don't take my woman!" the Vulcan yelled indignantly. Instantly, Taurus was back in fight mode, his temper flaring.

"My woman? That's the moooost unforgivable remark!" The spirit stalked forward, his body tense with anger. "It should be my boobs, not my woman."

Lucy groaned, her shoulders slumped. She was already so done with this entire situation. "For the love of Mavis, please just beat him up already."

"With Pleasuuuuure," Taurus grinned back at her as he gripped the handle of his ax. Before he could take another step forward, though, a voice called out from the ledge.

"How dare you push me off the cliff?!"

"Natsu!" Lucy yelled out in joy. Even now, after spending time around him, she still couldn't help the bubble of excitement that warmed her chest every time she saw him. And honestly, she didn't much mind it.

He blinked at the situation before him for a moment before his face contorted into annoyance and he dashed forward, slamming a foot right into the face of her Celestial Spirit. "Why are there two monsters now!"

"Hey!" Her giddiness at the sight of him plummeted into indignant anger quickly. "What the hell are you doing?! That's one of my spirits, you idiot! How did you survive that fall anyways?!"

He grinned at her, seemingly unphased at her anger, and jerked a thumb at Happy who was holding onto his backpack, a smile spread across the feline's face.

"It's all thanks to Happy!"

"Aye! You're welcome!"

"Anyways!" The fire mage did an aboutface just as the vulcan charged at him. He lifted his leg and then shot it forward, colliding with the beast and sending it flying back into the cave wall. "Tell us where Macao is or I'll burn you black like charcoal!"

The beast, annoyed, began throwing everything in reach, which mostly involved sharp icicles. Which, thanks to Natsu's elevated body temperature, melted before they could cause any damage to him at all. High body temperature or not, though, getting hit with the ax the vulcan had just picked up was bound to hurt.

"Taurus!" Lucy yelled to the spirit that was still sprawled out and dazed from the kick he'd received. "Return to the Spirit World!"

There was a flash as she forced the spirit to return, and not a second too soon as the vulcan swung the giant ax down. It lost it's balance as it's weapon was suddenly gone and Natsu grinned as he took full advantage of the beast's moment of disadvantage.

"Salamander's Iron Fist!" He cried out as his fist became engulfed in flames before burying itself into the vulcans face. The vulcan was subsequently thrown backwards into the wall where it hits with an almighty crack. It slid to the floor and didn't get back up.

Silence reigned for a moment before Lucy sighed gustily. "Weren't you supposed to ask it where Macao was?"

"Ack! I Forgot!" Nastu yelled, grabbing his hair in panic.

"It's completely passed out." Happy commented as he flew in circles around the room. Natsu opened his mouth, clearly about to defend himself, before he snapped it shut with a click. Because the Vulcan's body had begun to glow even as it shrank rapidly in size. Within a moment the giant beast had been replaced by the battered body of a man.

"Macao! It's Macao!" Natsu ran forward, a grin already spreading across his face.

"I see! He must have been taken over by the Vulcan!" Happy was right behind his partner as they both raced towards their guildmate.

Lucy, meanwhile, was frozen where she stood. She had to take a moment to calm her once again racing heart, to shove her feelings down as she looked upon Macao's battered state. She forgot to think of the fact that he would be injured once he returned to being himself and thus she hadn't braced herself for it. It was a struggle to force the image of him bleeding out and broken, back into the depths of her mind.

She was pulled back to reality as Natsu and Happy both gave a panicked shout and she looked up just in time to see all three go tumbling over the edge. She wasted no time in bolting forward after them, and honestly probably would have been an idiot and jumped right out after them if she hadn't caught sight of Happy's tail. It was lowering inch by painful inch as he fought desperately to keep both Natsu and Macao in the air but he just didn't have the strength to hold up both and he likely wasn't going to last long.

Lucy grabbed hold of him without hesitation and began to pull. She was much stronger than she had been last time around, but that didn't mean that pulling up the weight of two men was a walk in the park. She felt as if her arms were going to be ripped off but she persevered. No way in hell was she going to loose a nakama this early on. No way was she going to fail them like that.

Compared to watching them die, this pain was nothing.

And so with an almighty heave, she was finally able to pull them up enough that Natsu could scramble up onto solid ground, dragging Macao behind him. They all ended up a panting mess on the ground and as Lucy's arms trembled from exertion, she couldn't help but wish she hadn't forced Taurus' gate closed because that would've been so much easier with his help.

But as she looked up and caught sight of the grin Natsu was sending her, full of gratitude and the beginnings of respects and overall fondness, she couldn't find it in herself to regret anything at all.

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"These wounds are really bad," Lucy's voice shook as she tried to staunch the flow of blood. It was getting harder and harder for her to shove the memories of Macao's death to the back of her mind, especially given the fact that he was currently dying. "There's not much we can do with this first aid kit, he needs an actual doctor. And if we don't get him to one soon..."

Her voice drifted off and left them all a silence only broken by Macao's haggard breathing. She saw Natsu nod across from her, as if coming to a decision, and then he took a bracing breath, engulfed his hand in flame and slammed it to the gash on Macao's side without hesitation.

Lucy meant to brace the man, to hold him down and to somehow help. Really, she did. And she could distantly hear Natsu yelling for her to do so. But as soon as the smell of burnt flesh hit her nose, she was gone.

Her mind filled with static and her vision was consumed by the red of the fire and the red of blood and the heat, oh god we're all gonna die, we're all gonna burn, everyone's going to burn -

"Lucy!" Pink obscured her vision and suddenly she could remember how to breathe, and the oxygen felt like a punch to the chest. She took in great gulps of air and could feel the wetness on her face as tears poured from her eyes.

"I'm sorry -" her voice was ragged, hoarse as if she'd been screaming, and honestly she wouldn't be surprised if she had. She dimly noted that Natsu's face had twisted in concern and confusion. He didn't know what was wrong with her, didn't know why she was reacting this way and so he didn't know how to help. And for Natsu there was nothing worse than being unable to help his nakama. "I'm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - it's not your -"

And then she had to turn from him, twisting her body as far as she could, because the smell of burnt flesh had finally filtered back through her panic and suddenly she was retching into the snow, her stomach heaving uncontrollably as her body shuddered through her remaining panic. She was coming down, hard, from the adrenaline of battle, and this wasn't helping. She could feel her muscles giving out and would have landed in her own sick if it weren't for Natsu, who gently caught her and carried her a few steps away. He kept her far from Macao, but close enough that he could run to the other man's aid if he had to.

"What's wrong? Did you get hurt by that vulcan?" His voice was filled with worry as he laid her against the cave wall. He hovered above her for a moment, unsure of what to do without a visible wound to tend to.

"No, no, I'm okay," Lucy tried to assure him. She took a few more deep breaths to calm herself further. "It's just, I'm not good with seeing injuries like that. I can handle it, I can, I can handle it," was she trying to convince Natsu or herself? "but the smell of burning skin, I can't, I can't-"

And then she had to stop again to take more deep breaths before she wound herself up all over again. Honestly, she was being ridiculous, she knew she was. But after watching so many die, watching as so many were burned alive by Acnologia, from nakama to innocent bystanders just caught in the crossfire, after being surrounded by the stench of death for so long, she couldn't help but panic. Because the scent of burning flesh meant Acnologia, and Acnologia meant blood and burning and death.

"I'm sorry," her pink haired dragon slayer said quietly, and she could tell Natsu meant it, too, as his eyes softened with compassion and guilt. He'd caused his nakama pain and that was unacceptable.

"It's okay, really," she tried a smile, and though it trembled a bit, she succeeded. Natsu met it with one of his own, though more subdued than usual. "You had to, to save Macao, and it was important. I don't blame you at all."

And then she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. Because really, after that, she couldn't not. She felt him hesitate for a moment before he embraced her in return, though he kept his hold loose around her, like he didn't quite know how he should hug back. Which, honestly, could be the case. While he'd likely hugged Igneel, you couldn't really equate hugging a dragon to hugging a human. Lucy resolved to hug him more often. It's not like it'd be a hardship for her.

She took a big breath, squeezed Natsu tightly for a moment, and then let go and leaned back into the wall. Already she felt more grounded and calmer than she had in awhile.

"Thank you," her smile this time was much stronger. "I really am better now, I promise. How's Macao?"

He studied her face for a moment before nodding and glancing back behind him at the sleeping man in question. "The bleeding's stopped, I was able to burn the wound closed completely. He woke up for a moment, talked about how ashamed he was that he couldn't beat all twenty vulcans, the stupid bastard. But I told him to shut up and rest, so he did."

She noticed Happy was standing beside the sleeping man and while his paw rested firmly on Macao's forehead, his worried gaze never left Lucy's face. She couldn't deny that their concern filled her with warmth, even as she wished she'd never done anything to warrant it in the first place.

"Thank Mavis," she sighed, relieved. "I say we rest for awhile, and once he wakes again we see about getting off of this mountain. And going home."

Their agreement was solemn and immediate, "Aye."

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The walk home was a battle all it's own. They were all exhausted and wrung out, but none more so than Macao, who couldn't even walk on his own. He held up fairly well, given the circumstances, but even Fairy Tail mages had their limits.

By the time they made it back within city limits they were all ready to crawl into bed and sleep for a month. Still, they made their way determinedly towards the guild and, more importantly, it's infirmary. As time went on Macao began leaning more and more of his weight onto Natsu. The dragon slayer didn't complain, took all of the older man's weight without even a stumble at the effort.

They were almost to the guild when they came across Romeo, sitting on a low wall with a book held halfheartedly in his lap. His gaze snapped to them immediately as his father called out and the grin that spread across the child's face was worth it.

As Romeo smiled and cried in relief and gratitude, embracing his father and gazing up at them like they'd given him the greatest gift he'd ever received, Lucy felt her exhaustion fade, replaced instead by a steady determination.

These were the moments she was fighting for. This was what she was going to protect.

And Mavis help anyone who got in her way.

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A/N: So, I'm gonna start this off with saying I AM SO SORRY. I had meant to get this to you weeks ago, honestly. But then my roommate moved out and so I had to help her. And then I got the stomach flu and once I'd gotten over that I got the ACTUAL flu. It was not a fun two weeks, let me tell you. And once I was finally back on my feet again I had a lot of stuff to catch up on. And while this story is important to me, it's not really up high on my priority list. Because, for me, this is more of a fun form of expressing my ideas and releasing stress all in one.

But I have a day off tomorrow and so here I am, after midnight, determined to get this posted for you guys even though I've been up since 5:30 this morning. That said, any and all mistakes can be blamed on the fact that I am severely sleep deprived and have just stopped caring because I'm ready for sleep. If you catch any of those mistakes just let me know and I'll go back and fix them.

So, I've decided that I'm going to try to give you guys bits and pieces of Lucy's past (future?) in every chapter, somehow. As in, with large sections of flashbacks or dreams, like I have in this chapter and the last. I'm not saying there WILL be sections like this in every chapter. But definitely when it's relevant to the plot.

I know that Lucy's anger at those people might have seemed more than a bit OOC, especially when she explicitly thought of killing them. But you have to remember. She just got done fighting a war. Most of her friends and family are dead. Her best friend, the person she loved the most, is dead. And she watched most of them die, or at least witnessed the aftermath. So she's more than a little unstable, understandably so. And those people had basically just spat on all of those sacrifices.

I wanted to also take this time to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed. Your support is honestly the only thing that keeps me posting and hearing what you guys have to say, or hearing that you enjoy what I have to write, honestly makes my day and I love you all.

Hazelnuts: Yes, this will be a Nalu story. I don't think it'll ever be explicit, as this story will be more focused on family and friendship above all else, but there will probably be some romance. Though, like I said, probably nothing ever explicit.

aidansidhe: I can definitely see your point on those ships. It's honestly only because of other fic I've read that I've ever given them any thought, especially Miraxus, which I'd only been halfheartedly contemplating to begin with. As with Gale, while I do ship that a bit more, I had only planned to hint at it here and there and probably never outright write it in. As for Jerza, in the future it IS established in this fic and will probably come to be eventually, but will still probably only get a mention here or there. From the very beginning the only ship I'd ever considered really focusing on was Nalu.

Anyways, so there's this weeks chapter (this months?) and hopefully it was good enough to make up for the long wait. I'm still scrambling to catch up on all the stuff I fell behind on while I was sick, so I'm gonna TRY MY BEST to get the next chapter to you within the next two weeks, but I really can't make any promises, I'm sorry.

But please review and let me know what you think, any and all opinions are welcome. Thanks for reading!