Hello again fans! Before we start today's chapter, I have something to ask you guys. As I've started a new arc today, The Ancient Trials, I need you guys to help me with something.

Seeing as this arc was a spur of the moment replacement for the original arc in this slot, I kind of need some more trials to put them through. This arc also exists to flesh out some characters, as people like Simon or Drake really don't have all that development.

All I need is some kind of deep, philosophical thing to put each of them through, something that may develop them a bit. I know my own characters, so all I'm asking for is something to help flesh them out. Open to ideas, don't be shy!

I'll stop rambling, enjoy!

Damien growled as he dodged another lightning bolt. He didn't want to hurt his sister, even if it was just some kind of stupid test. She, however, didn't feel the same towards him, she was completely murderous. She kept screaming things akin too 'Die!' and 'This was all your fault, Oniichan!' and shit like that. Xisplate was no help either, as he just followed Damien around lazily telling him to hurry up.

"I hope you realize you aren't helping in the slightest" Damien hissed at suit wearing demon to his right. Xisplate chuckled.

"Shall we takeover, then?"

"Fuck that! Just help me somehow!" Xisplate rolled his eyes and pointed at Steph, who appeared to be charging up another round of lightning.

"She isn't real, she's a figment of the trial." He droned, and Damien nodded. "You have to defeat her, or get over your innermost fears."

"How?"

"Perhaps you could kill her, maybe then you can advance."

"No."

"Well..."

"No. If that's all you have, go away." Damien waited for Xisplate to either sigh and disappear, or chuckle and stay. He regretted he was grateful it was the latter.

"Then get over your fear of her blame, Damien my boy. It is as simple as that"

"But, what if she does blame me?" Damien often wondered what his sister would say should she not have been ten feet underground in a coffin, but he pushed the thought away.

"That thought is exactly we we're stuck her dealing with her. Is her blame really what you're most afraid of?" Damien nodded weakly, knowing full well it was pathetic. He could've been afraid of death or people, but nope. His dead little sister blaming him was his worst fear, pathetic. "Then get over it, these trials are all about conquering your innermost fears and reservations"

"How?" Damien whispered, staring at his open hand, before clenching it. "How can I rid myself of that fear?"

"You have to let go, for one."

"Let...go...?" Xisplate face palmed at Damien's weak question.

"Damien, I'm a part of you. I can tell you still have not let go of her. She is dead, not you or I can change that. Let go of Steph, and maybe we can make some progress"

"But...she's my baby sister..."

"Oniichan, give it back!"

"You forgot the magic word!"

"Please?"

"Since when is please my magic word?" Steph puffed her cheeks up and Damien chuckled. She was too easily annoyed by such things. He was only holding her favorite doll hostage far above her head. "Come on, just say it!" Steph sighed.

"Damien is the greatest big brother in the world" She muttered. "There will never be a better Oniichan than Damien. He is almighty, he is the best. There, I said it."

"...Nah, you weren't sincere enough!" Damien laughed as he ran away, and Steph wailed.

"I'm telling Daddy!"

"Crap! Don't tell Dad!"

"Watchca doin', Oniichan?" Damien smiled at his little sister as she approached him. They were both far in the woods.

"Looking for Vulcans" He replied devilishly. "I wanna try my takeover out on one"

"But Mommy said not to without her permission!"

"Ah, what does she know? What are you gonna do, Tattle on me? Are you a tattler, Steph?" Steph puffed her cheeks up, what she usually did when she was mad.

"No." She said slowly. "I'm no tattler."

"I beg to differ."

"Wanna bet?"

"Yeah. I bet you one beat up Vulcan you tell someone who'll get me in trouble."

"You can't bet a beat up Vulcan, Oniichan!"

"Why not?"

"I can't beat up a Vulcan!"

"Have you tried?"

"...You're stupid, Oniichan"

"Am not!"

Damien came out of his flashbacks just in time to dodge more lightning, and Steph growled.

"Stay still Oniichan, I can't hit you!" She shouted angrily. Xisplate reappeared at Damien's side.

"If you can't let go like an idiot, look at it this way." he said in Damien's ear. "That isn't Steph, it's an apparition."

"It's still Steph."

"No it...! Holy Zeref above you're difficult, Damien." Damien didn't reply as Xisplate remained silent. "If you don't do something, I will, and I'll make sure it's just like last time too..."

"Alright, fuck, I'll try and let go." Damien focused on his sisters face, doing his best to dispel the guilt pent up inside. It barely worked, if anything it made him feel worse. Steph attacked again, and this time she hit Damien square in the chest, causing him to fly back into the wall again. "Fuck me, this is hard..."

Ultear was upset to say the least. Sitting her watching as Zindo mercilessly assaulted Keiko, and she was too paralyzed to do a damn thing. Zindo laughed manically.

"Got no words, Fullbuster?" he roared. "Good! Once I'm done with her I'll start with you!"

"Please...stop..." Ultear managed as Keiko stood once again. The little girls gaze had not deterred from Ultear in the slightest, and that was probably the worst part.

"Why don't you come over here and make me?!" Zindo challenged, and Ultear remained quiet as Keiko stared at her.

"Why are you sad, Ultear-nee?" Keiko asked innocently, and Ultear felt her throat closing with emotion. Why was she seeing this? Keiko was dead, Zindo by all accounts should've been as well. Yet here they both were, one getting continuously assaulted by the other. "Don't be sad, Ultear-nee, it'll be okay."

"K-Keiko..." Ultear managed, and Zindo smirked.

"Cute little thing." he said, patting her head. "Too bad she's dead, she'd have made a good pet." Ultear tried to growl, but a whimper came instead. "Why oh why did I kill you? Oh right, she's right over there. Now..." Zindo proceeded to use his impact magic on Keiko, and the little girl still got up every time she fell. Ultear's eyes began to betray her as she stood shakily.

"Stop..." She hissed. "Stop...NOW..."

"What're going to do?" Zindo questioned. "Are you going to..." Zindo trailed off as Ultear slammed the icy blade into his chest, sending him flying backwards. Keiko stood and Ultear went to her side.

"Keiko run" Ultear advised.

"Why?"

"Just run, please. This'll get ugly."

"...Okay, see you later." Keiko walked away, and Ultear watched as the girl dissipated into thin air. Some kind of vision? It didn't matter, because Ultear could hear Zindo getting up.

"Bitch" he spat. "Every time we see each other it ends like this...what the hell are you doing?" Ultear had reached him quickly and held the blade to his neck and growled.

"Watching you attack Keiko made me realize something." Ultear replied, grinning darkly. "My biggest fear...or rather, regret...was that I wan't there for Keiko when you killed her, and that things could've been different had I been there."

"You..."

Shut up" Ultear pressed the blade closer to Zindo's neck, and was a satisfying amount of blood colored the blade. "You're the reason my leg is fucked, the reason that young family is gone...And now you'll pay." Ultear grinned as she ran the blade slowly across his neck, watching as she slowly slit his neck. "How's it feel, Zindo? Being watched as you die like some kind of...animal?" Zindo managed a weak smile.

"You and I ain't so different, huh..." Ultear finished the job, and Zindo dissipated as well, along with the blood adorning Ultear's blade. Ultear collapsed and began to heave huge, labored sobs. She let all the pain out, everything. She cried about it all; Keiko, Zindo, the townsfolk, all of it. By the time she had recovered enough to lift her head, she could tell she'd drenched herself in tears.

"I'm such a mess, Keiko" Ultear whispered with a weak chuckle as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "What would you say if you saw me like this, huh?" Solitary darkness was Ultear's only companion, and it responded as emptily as it was itself. "Mavis, the air down here must be making me delusional. First I see Keiko and Zindo, next I'm talking to myself..."

"Although I do that a lot already..."

Elise felt the need to vent on this poor asshole, but she hadn't the faintest idea why. She felt as if he'd wronged her in some way, but her headache and terrible memory worked together to make sure she didn't remember shit. She clubbed him in the stomach a few times, and he grinned up at her.

"My, how the positions have changed." he said wistfully, and Elise growled as pain shot up her spine.

"Shut up, your making my headache worse" She hissed, and he laughed.

"I'm upset you don't remember me whatsoever." He said. "Have you lost your memory?"

"No, but you're giving me a splitting headache, so shut the fuck up!"

"Well, I mean..."

"I said shut up!" Elise hissed as her temples nearly exploded. "Just...stop talking, please!"

"Oh? Does my voice hurt?" Elise involuntarily flinched, and he chuckled. "Oh, that's let me chatter up a storm!" He began saying nonsensical words, but every syllable drove Elise insane. She roared angrily but missed, and dropped to her knees. "Ah, you below me, so fitting." Elise tried to look up, but she nearly passed out by doing so. The pain had spread throughout her entire body, and she could barely think straight.

"W-who are you?" She managed, staring at the ground, doing er best not to throw up. "I-I-I can't r-r-remember... GAH!" Elise shot up like she'd been electrocuted as a vision shot through her mind

"We have to get out of her" Drake said angrily. Nashi nodded.

"Every last one will know what it means to fuck with Fairy Tail"

...

"Don't make her go, she isn't okay"

"None of you are, like it or not, she has to..."

"She. Can't."

...

Elise collapsed and began to pant. What the hell was that? She didn't have any recollection of that. She recognized Nashi and Drake's voices, and the third was eerily familiar. Who was it? She didn't have the patience for this, she had an asshole to deal with. Her headache had died down considerably due to the vision, and it helped her stand and grin at him.

"What were you saying about me being below you?" She asked sweetly. Before he could reply, Elise slammed her fist into his stomach, causing him to fly away. "How about you come over here and make me stay down?! HUH?!" He crawled from the debris and growled.

"As resilient as ever.." He growled. "Just like last time."

"Oh yeah?" Elise grabbed the collar of his shirt, causing him to pale. "How about I kick your ass three ways from Monday, and the ask you what your ties to Phantom Dove are?"

"Uhh..."

"Ssshhh, no speaking. I'm going to show you what happens when you fuck with me" He grinned weakly.

"More than you know, bitch. More than you know"

Like I said above, send me any ideas you may have for trials. Anything that may be emotionally revealing or something, I don't know. Hope you enjoyed, leave a review! Let's try and get five!