At the station in Newmore, the train slowly slid to a stop after several hours of traveling. "We're here!" Wendy grinned, assisting the motion sick Cynthia off the train.

"Oh sweet ground…!" Cynthia placed her hands on the pavement ground, panting heavily. "I don't want to ride another train for as long as I live!"

"…We have to ride it back…" Wendy mumbled.

"….WAAAAAAHHH!" Cynthia wailed for a few seconds before clearing her through and regaining her composure. "I'm okay now. So, which way are we going?" Cynthia asked, looking around the train station.

"Uh…" Wendy looked at the request once again, pointing in the direction with a rural path. "That way, I think."

"Uhm…" Cynthia pointed in the opposite direction where there was a stone path. "Pretty sure we should go that way."

"Noo…" Wendy stubbornly kept her finger in place, gesturing with her head the correct direction to walk in. "This way…it makes sense…"

"How!?" Cynthia flailed. "Stone paths always lead to cities or towns!"

"Where did you hear that!?" Wendy shouted, keeping her finger still.

"…Places!" Cynthia nodded. "I say it's this way." Cynthia said as she turned her back to Wendy.

"Well I say it's this way!" Wendy turned her back to Cynthia, the two staying in an awkwardly silence for a few minutes. Eventually the two girls peeked over their shoulders before turning around slowly, both letting out a defeated sigh. "I guess we could try that way," Wendy said, pointing her finger to the stone path.

"That way doesn't sound too bad either…" Cynthia replied as she pointed to the rural path.

"We should've bought a map…" Wendy groaned.

"No kidding…" Cynthia started down the stone path with Wendy following behind. "What do you think this job is about?"

"Well…there aren't many details…" Wendy sighed. "It says details will be given when we arrive at the place."

"What place?" Cynthia asked, looking over at Wendy.

"Well…it says at the edge of town there's a house…I think that's the requester's house!" Wendy nodded a few times.

"Gosh…we're going to get home so late tonight…" Cynthia sighed as she looked up at the setting sun. "That train ride literally felt like it was taking forever…I didn't think I would survive…"

"Oh…I'm glad I was able to help a little bit," Wendy smiled a little.

"You were the reason I survived," Cynthia gave a small smile as the two arrived on the outskirts of town. "Is this it…?" Cynthia scoped out the area, noticing the large town in the distance.

"Looks like it…" Wendy looked around, searching the area for a house. "I don't see the house though…"

"Up there!" Cynthia pointed to a semi large hill on the eastern part of the outskirts. "I see it!" Cynthia then grabbed Wendy's hand, pulling her over to the house with delight. The house was one story, small on the outside, and the roof looked as though it had gone through many repairs and was falling apart once again.

"This is the place…?" Wendy blinked.

"It IS on the outskirts of town…right?" Cynthia shrugged, letting her hair down. She then moved forward, using her knuckles to knock on the door nice and clearly. "Hello? We're here for the job?" A few minutes passed before the door slowly opened, an old male with white hair that came down to his neck, covering the sides of his face, beat up blue jeans, and a white shirt answered the door, his eyes widening just slightly.

"W-Wendy…" The old male said.

"Huh…?" Wendy blinked, looking up at the male. "You know my name…?

"U-Uh, yes, I do! Wendy Marvell, the girl who competed on Fairy Tail's team in the Grand Magic Games! I saw your performance and thought you were absolutely wonderful!" The male replied, smiling warmly at the two.

"Oh, that makes sense! Thank you!" Wendy blushed a little from the sudden praise.

"Please, come in, come in!" The old man ushered the two inside and sat on a chair, letting the two girls take the old beat up couch. "I assume you're here for the job, yes?"

"That's right!" Cynthia replied, playing with her hair.

"Excellent, it's really simple," the old man replied, taking out a note pad. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions about you Dragon Slayers and your abilities and all, and you'll be on your way."

"That's it? Huh, okay!" Cynthia grinned slightly.

"First question…what generation are you two?" the old man asked, a writing utensil in his hands.

"First Generation Sky Dragon Slayer," Wendy replied, a faint smile forming on her lips as she rested her hands on the cushion.

"The generation taught by dragon's themselves, yes?" The male asked.

"Mhm…I was taught by Grandine…" Wendy frowned a bit, realizing she had yet to find her foster mother.

"What about you…?" The male turned his attention over to Cynthia, who shifted around a bit uncomfortably.

"Second Generation Omega Flame Dragon Slayer," Cynthia nodded slowly.

"Second Generation…" The male pondered for a second before asking. "The generation who had lacrima implanted in them…?"

"Y-Yes…" Cynthia bit her lip, the subject starting to feel uncomfortable to her.

"Who implanted his lacrima in you, if I may ask?" The male asked with an innocent, curious look.

"I-I'd rather not say…" Cynthia averted her eyes, and somehow gave the old man the answer he needed.

"I see…well, I just wanted to see what kind of Dragon Slayers were out in this world, and I'm glad you two came by." The old man handed Wendy a bag of jewels.

"That's it…?" Wendy asked, tilting her head.

"Of course! Now go on, you two have a good night!" The old man led Wendy and Cynthia out the door, and closed it behind them. A few seconds passed and the old man took off his costume, revealing himself to be Doranbolt, a leader of a division of the rune knights in the magic council. "I found her…" Doranbolt said into a lacrima.

"Will you need assistance?" A voice asked through the lacrima.

"No, this will be quick and easy," Doranbolt replied.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Wendy asked as she held the jewels in her hand. "We got quite a lot of jewels too…"

"I just feel that was pretty lack luster since we have to go on that train again…" Cynthia sighed, lowering her head. A second passed and she looked up again, yelping at the sight of Doranbolt, who was in front of them. "W-Who are you!?"

"D-Doranbolt…?" Wendy took a step back, mostly surprised by Doranbolt's presence in front of them. "Why are you here?"

"I came to take someone into custody, Wendy," Doranbolt replied.

"So why are you here…?" Wendy asked again, narrowing her eyes.

Doranbolt pulled out magic sealing cuffs, eying Cynthia as he began to speak, "I have to thank you Wendy, you lured the most dangerous female in all of Fiore out of hiding, and into the hands of the Magic Council. I'll be sure to let Fairy Tail have some leeway if they get in trouble with the Council again." Doranbolt walked towards Cynthia with the cuffs in his hands.

"I- I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Cynthia protested, taking a step back.

"It's for the safety of everyone in Fiore; again, thank you Wendy," Doranbolt moved in to slap the magic sealing cuffs on Cynthia, but a fist struck his nose, causing him to stumble back a few steps, his eyes widening when he saw his attacker. "!"

Wendy stood in front of Cynthia with her fist extended, glaring deeply into Doranbolt's eyes. "Don't. Touch. Cynthia."