Here it is everyone. Its finally time we shed some light on all this mystery this story has had since the very beginning. Why is Bambietta and the others here? Who was the one who saved her? Why did she take away her Shrift ability? All of these will be answered. Of course, I'm not going to be revealing EVERYTHING in this one chapter. But I do think you'll all enjoy what is to come. I'm very much looking forward to the reviews for it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach of fairy tail. Those belong respectively to Tite Kubo and Shounen jump and Hiro Mashima and Weekly shounen magazine. This is just for fun!


Lucy Heartfilia found herself standing before a place she had left behind months earlier. A place that she had not considered returning to until now. The train ride was complete, her journey over. Before her was a place she had once called home.

It was the Heartfilia family's estate, a mass of land as large as any other town. The private property was absurd and extravagant in scope, so much so that even members of the Magic Council would be impressed and envious. It was a showy sign of her family's prestige, an example of the success those who came before Lucy had obtained. A mansion surrounded by well-kept fields and gardens, all of it gated off from the general public. To some it would appear as a paradise. However, Lucy had to consider such a notion of the grass always being greener on the other side.

For all she saw before her was a prison devoid of warmth or love.

She did not want to be here, not now and not ever, but she knew she had to. Fairy Tail had fought for her sake against Phantom Lord with every fiber of each member's being. Now it was her time to stand up for them. For Natsu and Happy. For Erza and Makarov. For Levy and Wendy. There was, as well, one other present in her thoughts.

"Bambi..."

A part of Lucy had to expect she would have followed this course of action one way or another, but another part of her knew she had been pushed to this by Bambietta herself. The Quincy had fought against her own personal hell thanks to her battle with Phantom Lord's Hanza Nukui. He had made it clear that his strange blade had locked Bambietta within her own soul to suffer the whatever dark past she had lived through already. However she had confronted it and survived. She had come back to Lucy and finished the battle. If she could do such a thing then surely Lucy could do this.

Because of it. Because of her. This was for Fairy Tail and Magnolia, but it was also for Bambietta herself. Hanza had put her through hell because of Phantom Lord. He had put her through it because of the actions of Lucy's father.

Her roommate. Her friend. She was brash and she was headstrong. She was volatile violent. However, she was also capable of kindness at the most unexpected of times. To Wendy, to Levy, and to her. She was someone Lucy could not help but appreciate on one level or another. She had long heard of Erza Scarlet and Mirajane Straus, but Bambietta was not one of those legendary wizards. She was just like Lucy, simply starting out in Fairy Tail. Yet, despite that, she was beautiful and fierce, the Quincy staking her claim in this world in ways that Lucy wanted to do for herself someday.

"Bambi's bold to a fault and I need to do the same. Here and now. And when I go back to the guild..." Lucy was whispering to herself and no one else. Still, her voice trailed off as she glanced down at the ground, her face growing flush. "Maybe I can be... bold with her too."

"Lucy Heartfilia, is that you?"

Lucy glanced up then, awakened from her inner thoughts. On the other side of the fence was a face she had not seen in a long time. It was an older woman who was overseeing one of the many flower gardens on the land.

"Spetto?" Lucy smiled faintly as the older woman began to unlock the gate entrance for her. She remembered well the times she had asked to help the caretaker work on the gardens. She had resisted at first, fearful that Lucy's father would grow cross with her, but in the end she had relented. All had gone well save for the one time that Lucy had tried to summon Aquarius from the watering pot. The Celestial Spirit had not been amused. "It's good to see you!"

"Are you all right?" Spetto asked as she began to guide Lucy on to the Heartfilia grounds, smiling jubilantly. "Oh, you're father has been worried sick about you since you ran away! We all have been!"

"Right..." Lucy's smile faded slightly. "Father..."


There had been one thing and one thing alone that Bambietta Basterbine had wanted to do this day, to finally find the courage to admit her feelings to Lucy Heartfilia. Even coming to that conclusion had taken the emotional support of those she had come to recognize as her friends. Perhaps even family. If not for the support of Levy McGarden and especially Wendy Marvell, the Quincy would not have found the determination to see this through.

Yet the word seemed intent on throwing obstruction after obstruction in Bambietta's way. At first there had been Lucy's apparent disappearance from Magnolia, something that had lit the fires of paranoia deep within Bambietta. Worst case scenario after worst case scenario had begun to plague her mind, all of them culminating in a unwanted reunion with someone from her past.

Giselle Gewelle, the second obstruction to Bambietta's one and only goal when this day had begun. No, such a reunion was something more than that, something greater and something lesser. Bambietta was trying to focus on her future, yet the past was clawing at her, trying to pull her back into is repulsive embrace. Worst of all, Bambietta had given into it. No, she had not fallen into the past like Giselle had wanted to, but she had let it dictate each and every action she had taken in the seemingly frozen moment of time that followed. She had given in to hate, to rage, and to violence. If not for the appearance of Levy, Wendy and Carla she no doubt would have given herself over to that darkness complete. If not for them and the third obstruction.

All Bambietta wanted to do was to see Lucy, to be given the chance to roll the dice and see how they would land, but once more was she not where she wanted to be. However, much to her confusion, Bambietta was not sure where she was at all. This obstruction had whisked, as well as Levy, Wendy and Carla far away from Giselle. The trio was now in a room devoid of anything but white, a woman dressed in multiple shades of violet standing before them.

"I am Sylphia. Sylphia Nelia Labelle. And I have been looking forward to meeting you face to face, Bambietta Basterbine. Though if you'd allow it, I'd like to call you Bambi."

A hand encased in a violet glove extended out towards Bambietta, as if looking to be met halfway. Bambietta looked at it with some degree of confusion. This woman 's voice was familiar, so very familiar, leaving Bambietta to at least understand who she was. She was the one who had beckoned to Bambietta, who had taken her away from the Soul Society and across the realms of alternate worlds, leaving her to find herself in Earth land. She was the one who had brought her to Erza, to Porlyusica, to Fairy Tail.

She was the one who had offered Bambietta another chance. "Sylphia..."

Bambietta tentatively brought a hand up, reaching out with it. Her gloved fingertips brushed against Sylphia's own for a brief moment, Bambietta at last clasping her hand upon the woman's own. Bambietta was unsure of what else to do. She was both lost in the thought of owing this woman, this woman who was both familiar and yet a stranger, but she was also coming down from the emotional high she had felt during her encounter with Giselle. The anger was only beginning to settle, confusion having pushed it down.

Then, something unexpected happened. Sylphia's eyes began to water, her mouth quivering. It was enough to make Bambietta even more confused. "Are... you okay?"

"Waaah!" Sylphia suddenly stepped forward, a cry escaping from her, and she let go of the handshake. She hugged Bambietta instead, squeezing her tightly. Sobbing upon Bambietta's shoulder, Sylphia tried to compose herself. "It's just... It's just..."

"Uhm..." Bambietta stood there in shock, the Quincy looking over one shoulder after another to notice that both Levy and Wendy looked as confused as she was feeling. Looking forward once more, Bambietta began to gently pat Sylphia on the back. "There, there? You don't need to be upset just because you got to meet everyone's favorite Quincy..."

"I'm not sad, I'm happy!" Sylphia managed to say, hugging Bambietta all the tighter. "It's just... I'm so glad we finally get to meet is all!"

"Oh, Bambi's got a fan!" Wendy exclaimed, hands clasped together. "That's so nice!"

"Yes, a fan," Carla said, the cat's voice doing little to hide her suspicions and concerns.

Levy was little different. She was still glancing around the room, trying her best to figure out where exactly they had been transported to.

Bambietta, meanwhile, was simply allowing the hug to continue, the Quincy shocked by something else. Ever since she had come to Fiore, she could feel everything around her. It was no different then the world she had come from. There she could sense spiritual pressure, here she could sense the flow and power of magic. Her own presence she could detect, as well as Levy, Wendy and Carla's. However, there was something rather disconcerting before her.

She could not sense Sylphia at all.

It made no sense. Bambietta could feel even the faintest spark of magic in even the common citizens in Fiore. They had magic, but perhaps not enough to be a full fledged wizard. Still, it was present everywhere Bambietta yet, present in everyone she had come across. Sylphia, however, had none at all. Not even a faint spark, yet she had managed to not only bring Bambietta and the others to this room, but appear in it as well. She had power, yet no magic.

No, that was not it. There was a thought tucked away, one that Bambietta tried to ignore for her own peace of mind. After all, such fears had no place here. This woman, Sylphia, seemed to have nothing but Bambietta's best interests in mind. Still, she did want one thing.

Answers.

"So... uh..." Bambietta stumbled over her words, not even sure where to begin. "You were able to bring me here from my own world, right? You... have to be awfully powerful then..."

Levy snapped to attention then. She had heard Bambietta say something about having been brought to Earth Land only moments before, but she had not been able to pay the statement any mind, too lost in the shock of suddenly finding herself in a new location. That surprise had worn off by now though, leaving her to hear and process exactly what she had said. "Bambi, what are you talking about?"

"Bambi's... not from Earth Land?" Wendy asked, the Sky Dragon Slayer simply confused. "But that's..."

Sylphia suddenly disappeared from before Bambietta, leaving the hug she had given her behind. The Quincy turned around quickly, watching as Sylphia simply appeared before Wendy. The mysterious woman was down on one knee, her eyes level with Wendy's own. Bambietta blinked, unsure of what had just happened. It was not as if Sylphia had used Hirenkyaku or any other such ability to move fast. She simply was in one place and another.

"Don't you fret about it at all, Wendy," Sylphia said, a hand gently resting atop the Dragon Slayer's shoulder. "It's true that I brought Bambietta from her world to this one, from the place she once called home to Earth Land, but that doesn't make her any different to you, does it?"

"N-No," Wendy answered honestly, though a bit shyly. "It's just... She's going to have to go back someday, right? I mean, if this isn't her home, then... She'll have to leave me just like Grandeeny did. And just like Jellal. I can't go through that again-"

"Hush," Sylphia said calmly, trying to calm Wendy down. "Everything will be all right."

Bambietta watched from a few feet away, taking note of the the tears that were slowly dropping down Wendy's face. Upon her arrival and resurrection in this world had the Quincy intended for nothing more than to find a way back home, but slowly had Fairy Tail found its way into her very heart and soul. She had long since lost any true motivation to return to the world from whence she came. She had come to see her future in Fairy Tail, as well as perhaps by Lucy Heartfilia's side. That was all she wanted, though perhaps their was a faint spark of nostalgia buried within her. Not the icy confines of the Vandenreich, but of a small town called Fioritura. However, to see Wendy as she was, to hear how she spoke; it was more than enough to shatter any buried desires to ever walk away from Earth Land.

Bambietta moved forward, Hirenkyaku taking her Wendy's side. She hugged the Dragon Slayer then, Wendy turning her head to the side to look at the Quincy's face.

"Fairy Tail is my home, Wendy," Bambietta said. "Master Roubaul wanted me to take you under my wing and I'm going to honor that commitment. And even when you go back to Cait Shelter... I'm going to be there for you. I'm going to see you become a fine young woman and a magnificent Dragon Slayer. I'm going to be there when you find Grandeeny. I'm going to be there for you for everything, all right? I'm not leaving. Not now and not ever."

"Bambi!" Wendy turned to face the Quincy, returning the hug all her own. "I just... just..."

Levy glanced down then, noting the faint glistening drops of water forming at the edges of Carla's eyes. She whispered then, not wanting to make a scene. "Carla, are you all right?"

"I'm not crying," the cat replied.

Levy smiled faintly. "I didn't say you were."

Sylphia, meanwhile, stood back up to her full height. She was smiling as well. "I am happy to have seen you form bonds as strong as this, Bambietta. The friendships you have always desired."

Bambietta patted Wendy on the back slightly and began to stand back up. As she did so, she gently ruffled the hair atop the Dragon Slayer's head, winking as she did so. Yet as Bambietta turned to look at the woman in lavender, she remained calm and somewhat impassive. This was, very clearly, the woman who had helped in her time of need, yet there was a part of Bambietta ever feeling as if she owed something to someone she did not know.

"So... who are you exactly?" Bambietta asked. "Sylphia Nel- Sylphia Nelia La- Sylphia something or other. But who are you exactly?"

"Oh!" Sylphia's eyes glanced up to the ceiling slightly, an index finger pressing up into her chin. "I suppose an explanation is in order, even if it is early!"

Bambietta raised an eyebrow to that. "Early?"

Sylphia suddenly scampered over by Bambietta's side, the woman bringing a hand up by Quincy's ear. Sylphia leaned in close and whispered. "Promise you won't tell the other goddesses or gods. They'd be kind of cross with me if they knew I told you ahead of time."

" my heart and hope to die... again. Though I'd really like to avoid that." Bambietta was still unsure of what was going on or what to make of Sylphia. However, it was not long before she blinked. "Wait... Other goddesses and gods? You're a... a..."

"A goddess, yes," Sylphia said with an honest smile. "But the bunch of us are small g variety. Well, except for Ankhseram. He's not exactly the humblest of us. Probably the pettiest though. I tried to talk him out of cursing that young man, but then he had to double down and do the same to a real sweetie who was just looking out for her friends."

Sylphia cupped a hand around the side of her mouth and began to whisper.

"Don't tell anyone I said this, but he's kind of a jerk."

Bambietta simply stared at Sylphia blankly, just as her comrades did. "Huh?"

"Forget I said anything!" Sylphia exclaimed in a slight panic as she waved both hands in front of herself. "Anyway-"

"A goddess..." Bambietta's voice began to trail off. "Then the reason I can't sense any magic in you..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Sylphia all but shouted, embarrassment evident in her voice, one hand very nearly covering her mouth. "I hadn't even considered you wouldn't be able to sense my magic!"

"I'm confused," Wendy began to say. "I mean, if you're a goddess, then you'd have a lot of magic, right? So how couldn't Bambi sense it?"

"Maybe it's a different form of magic than anything we've ever seen. I mean, you are a divine being." Levy was simply trying her best to rationalize the situation. It did not last long, however, the Solid Script mage growing quietly distraught for a different reason. "But then again, I guess... Fiore's magic in general would be alien to Bambi. Everything in Fiore."

Bambietta flinched, not liking where this was going. She had to wonder if she should have been completely honest with Levy from the start. However, would she have believed her as Porlyusica and Makarov had?

"It's not that she can't recognize my magic," Sylphia suddenly said. "It's just... I have so much of it that she hope to sense it."

"Huh," Bambietta said, trying to hide her shock and awe with sarcasm. "Now you're just acting transcendent."

"Yes, a transcended being." Sylphia scratched at her chin slightly. "I suppose that would be a good way to interpret what a goddess' magic would be like. I guess if you needed a comparison, my dear Bambi, then try to recall the battle between Ichigo Kurosaki and Sosuke Aizen. You and yours did watch that battle with fascination, right?"

Bambietta's blood began to run cold, a little sweat forming on her face as she stared blankly at Sylphia. She did not even blink. "Pure power that may well have been on par with Yhwach himself..."

"Itchy-Go?" Wendy was still very lost in the moment. "Bambi, who is she talking about?"

"Oh, it was a grand battle!" Sylphia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. She began to move her hands about, as if they were gripping an imaginary sword. "They even broke apart a mountain with the force of their strikes!"

"And you're like them?" Wendy asked. "Can you break a mountain?"

"Oh, heavens no," Sylphia answered. "Well, I guess I could, but why would I want to?"

"Because it's fun?" Bambietta asked, the Quincy beginning to mutter under her breath. "If I could bring down a mountain with a sword swing, I would. Just to say I had."

Again, more sarcasm dripped from Bambietta's lips, but it was simply a defense mechanism to deal with a situation she felt out of her depth in, both literally and figuratively. The thought of being in the presence of someone who's magical capacity so utterly dwarfed her own was unnerving, even if she felt she had nothing to fear of Sylphia. The thought of being indebted to a veritable god was less than ideal, Bambietta knowing full well how things had turned out for her the last time she had done so. Yet, despite that, she could at least tell that Sylphia was a far cry from Yhwach. Regardless, she wanted to know what she wanted.

"Why?" Bambietta's voice began to rise then, the Quincy finding her footing in this situation. "Why did you bring me to Fiore?"

"There was many reasons, one of which was a second chance for you," Sylphia said, her joyous expression losing a little of its luster. "But I suppose you want to know the other side of the truth."

"Yeah," Bambietta said softly. "The last time a person a looked up to like a... lower case g... He wanted something in return for my salvation. More than he ever spoke of at the time. So tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I'm sorry," Sylphia answered honestly. "Just as the man you once worked for required, I do need you to fight on my behalf."

"That... figures." Bambietta closed her eyes for a moment, then looked up at Sylphia with a smile. "Well, you came to the right Quincy, because I love a good scrap!"

"I know," Sylphia replied. "But a part of me wishes I didn't need you to be involved in this. You or anyone else."

Sylphia appeared before Bambietta then, the goddess once more having moved in an untraceable manner. She reached out and gently took the Quincy's hand. Looking over Bambietta's shoulder at the others, Sylphia smiled warmly.

"We'll be right back, okay?" she said. "It's just... this is kind of for her ears only."

Then they were gone, leaving Levy, Wendy and Carla alone in the pristine room.

"Bambi?" Wendy looked at Levy. "She's going to be okay, right?"

"Don't worry, Wendy," Levy said wholeheartedly. "I'm sure she's fine."


Bambietta had long since grown used to traveling with Hirenkyaku. It was like a second nature to her. However, to be dragged along by the strange power that was born from a goddess, it was an entirely different experience. Enough so to leave Bambietta staring wide eyed and blankly, her body shaking slightly.

"Holy... shizz!" Bambietta inwardly flinched then and there. First she had begun to restrain the use of some of her favorite four letter words around Wendy, now around a woman that she had just met. "That was a heck of a thing."

"I'm so sorry," Sylphia said as she took a step back from Bambietta. "I guess I'm just so used to it that I hadn't thought of how it'd feel for a mortal."

Bambietta reigned in her body, taking control and forcing it to stop shaking as an after effect from the peculiar method of travel. Picturing Natsu experiencing it was enough to bring a little spark of happiness to her. However, there was another thought apparent to her. "You're... not at all what I'd expect from a goddess. Not at all."

Sylphia gasped. "That's.. that's a good thing, right?"

"Of... course..." As Bambietta's vision began to clear, her voice began to trail off. It was simply that the view behind Sylphia was becoming apparent to her. "Oh... my... goddess..."

It was the sky. Crystal clear and housing the sun, not a cloud in sight. No, that was not it. The clouds were on the edges of Bambietta's vision, little trails of them beneath all that lay out before her. Looking around, she at last began to realize where she was. She and Sylphia were standing atop little more than a large, white cube above the clouds. All of Fiore was spread out beneath her to take it. No, not simply Fiore.

Earth Land.

It was beautiful, like something Bambietta had never seen before. She had been able to fly ever since mastering her Voll Stern Dich. Before that she could simply walk on the air, the spirit particles of the world able to be bent to her every whim. Yet despite those gifts, those boons offered to her by her Quincy blood, she had never taken advantage of them to look upon the world. It simply had not mattered to her.

Now, however, as she stared down at Earth Land, she regretted not doing such a when she had the chance. To look upon the Earth. To look upon Fioritura from the heavens.

"Why..." Bambietta began to say. "Why are you showing me this?"

"I just..." Sylphia fidgeted slightly, an action perhaps unbecoming of a being of her stature. "I just wanted you to see the world the way I do."

Bambietta said nothing at first, simply taking in the sight. She felt a cold wind run past her, her cape fluttering slightly. "This world... This is..."

Bambietta did not say it, she did give voice to the rest of that sentence. Instead she turned herself to something more important, at least for now.

"You brought me out here to tell me what this is all about," Bambietta said. "For my ears only. So..."

"I love this world," Sylphia said as she stepped past Bambietta. She kept her back to her, the goddesses very nearly at the edge of her floating home as she looked down at Earth Land. "I love it's people. I love its foods. Its cultures. Its animals... especially the cute ones. They're adorable!"

Sylphia paused for a minute, as if trying to compose herself.

"I love anything and everything about it. But especially it's people. And that's why I want to save them." She turned to look over her shoulder at Bambietta, Sylphia's eyes watering slightly. "And I need you by my side to do it."

Bambietta flinched, the Quincy having never seen anyone want her help so much that it left them on the verge of tears, but she did not let herself grow distracted. Not even in light of a goddess growing upset. Bambietta acted as she always did, putting on a show or pure bravado. She had to hope that it would be enough to get Sylphia to chin up as well. "Well, like I said, I love a good scrap, so if there's some jerkwad threatening them that you want taken out, let me at him. I'll murderize him."

Sylphia blinked for a moment, then giggled. "Murderize?"

"Hey," Bambietta said. "That's totally a word. Three very intelligent men I knew growing up told me so."

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Bambietta," Sylphia said, once more looking out at the world of Earth Land. "But this conflict cannot be resolved so easily. I told you how I am but one of many deities in this world..."

"Yes, and this Ankhseram guy is a jerk or something like that," Bambietta said, noting that Sylphia was clearly turning to look at her again. She was one step ahead of that. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone you said that."

Sylphia never made it the full turn, finding no reason to ask Bambietta to not speak of it. She simply looked back at the sky. "Some of us deities wish for the continued prosperity of the human race. However, others have a differing opinion when it comes to their future."

"We talking world domination?" Bambietta asked, arms folded across her chest. "Because of course we are. This isn't my first rodeo dealing with gods wanting to rule everything. Death gods even. And I can assure you, they were the smallest lower case g you'll ever find, though their big shots would probably tell you in was in uppercase. In bold. Underlined. And italicized. Maybe even a different font so it' stick out like a sore thumb."

More frantic jokes, Bambietta trying to cope with an information overload no doubt awaiting her. One that involved beings far beyond her ken.

"Not world domination, no," Sylphia answered. "Not in the traditional sense at least. I see humanity as a lovely thing, something to watch and assist in their times of need. Myself and several others. However, some see humanity as nothing more than a means to an end, a source of infinite power. Of never ending life."

Sylphia grew quiet for a moment.

"Even we gods may die. If no one was to worship us, we would lose our spark, our essence. If we were to become little more than fairy tales, our place in this universe would be forfeit and we would simply cease to be. Forgotten and gone. I've seen too many I cherished fall to that fate. However, I will not abide the cruelty that some of my fellow gods have considered as a course of action. To imprison humanity, to drain from them the power that we cultivate through good deeds and miracles. They fear for their future and seek an easy way out at the expense of others. It isn't right."

Bambietta could hear it, the anguish and confliction in Sylphia's voice. She remembered well what Liltotto had told her, but that did not matter. Yhwach had made it clear to those he had taken under his wing. He would give them power, but in turn their souls would become his upon any eventual deaths. They would serve him in life and empower him in death. These gods that Sylphia spoke of were no different. They were walking down a similar path and it was clearly tearing her her apart.

For a moment, Bambietta's heart warmed at the prospect of working not under a god as cruel as Yhwach, but by the side of one as compassionate as Sylphia. Still, she had so many questions. "Okay, so I'm happy you want me to fight... something, but I'm kind of lost here. Why don't you goddesses and gods settle this yourselves?"

"Because," Sylphia said, her voice sudden cracking, "I love this world as much as its people. And if we were to fight..."

"What?" Bambietta suddenly felt dizzy, her vision blurring. Light gave way to dark, the bright blue sky becoming pitch black. As her vision cleared, Bambietta could see something that truly worried her. Before her there was nothing but darkness. It was a starless night. An empty sky with nothing but a splintered moon to cut through the darkness. "What... is this?"

Sylphia spoke softly, her voice very nearly cracking. "Look closer at a world where the gods inflicted their wrath upon one and another. A world in which the sky itself was laid waste, the heavens shattered and the world below chaos incarnate. A world empty of hope, humanity or the gods themselves."

Bambietta inched forward and cast her eyes downwards. She could see the truth to Sylphia's worlds. Beneath her was a dead world. Fields of withered grass, dried up rivers leading to crimson oceans. Devastated towns, corpses littered about across the landscape. Craters that dwarfed even the largest city, ravines cut through the earth that ran miles away and over the horizon.

"We will all die," Sylphia said. "Gods and humans alike. I cannot allow that to happen anymore than I can allow humanity to suffer the folly of my fellow gods. I know they understand this fate awaits us if we were ever to wage war against one and another. That is why I made a proposal to them all. A game to save us all. And, if it goes as I hope, the mortals"

Bambietta's skin ran cold then, the Quincy unwilling to look upon the illusion that Sylphia had cast upon her eyes. "M-Make it go away. I don't-"

Then it was gone, Bambietta finding herself staring out at the true, azure sky. At a world free of despair. Sylphia, meanwhile, looked to Bambietta, that pristine sky her backdrop.

"We sought out a another world, one that was home to beings who could draw on alternate power sources to make a transition easier. Once we had found yours, each of us gods chose a champion that no longer have a place there. You have met some of them in your stay in this world already. And when all the champions have been selected, when the pieces have been assembled, the game will begin in earnest. Seven years, a contest that shall last seven years. And the side with the most victories under their belt shall be the one who's gods will decide the fate of those who call Earth Land home. And you are my chosen warrior. You, Bambietta Basterbine, are the hope of the human race."

Bambietta stared at Sylphia, the Quincy unable to blink. She was having trouble processing what she had just been told. What had been said to her. Her of all people. So she raised up a hand and pointed a finger at her chest."Me?"

Sylphia nodded her head, a bright smile on her face. It was not quite as convincing as she had hoped.

"Me?" Bambietta repeated, nodding her head as she continued to point at herself. "The Quincy who joined up with maniacs to fight other maniacs because she herself was a maniac? The Quincy who delighted in hurting her enemies? The Quincy who killed her fellow soldiers if she needed stress relief?"

Bambietta's voice began to crack, her incredulous voice giving way to that of a withdrawn young woman.

"Me? The Quincy who's... who's stupidity got her own mom killed?" Bambietta lowered her head then, the visor of her hat obscuring her eyes from Sylphia's own. "You're crazier than me if you think I'm worthy of shouldering the responsibility of saving anything outside of my own bacon..."

Sylphia took a deep breath. "Is that all you see in yourself? Your flaws? You are so much more than you know."

Bambietta could do nothing but scoff at that. "Be quiet."

"Do you know what I'm the goddess of?" Sylphia was quick to brush off Bambietta's words. She took a step towards the Quincy, eyes keen enough to read Bambietta's body language. She was hunching over slightly, arms wrapping across her torso, fingers digging into her forearms. Taking the initiative, Sylphia embraced Bambietta gently. "I'm the Goddess of Camaraderie. Well, I prefer the Goddess of Friendship, but that's not my official title. Even if it does sound more magical. And that's why I chose you, Bambietta Basterbine."

Bambietta flinched, her eyes widening as she found her chin resting atop Sylphia's shoulder. "What does that-"

Sylphia interrupted her, her voice calm and serene. "Bambietta Basterbine, who received little love from her father. Bambietta Basterbine, who lost her mother far too soon. Bambietta Basterbine, who was never allowed to have friends growing up. Bambietta Basterbine, who became a disciple of Yhwach when he presented himself as better father. Bambietta Basterbine, who joined the Vandenreich to simply find friends."

"I'm a narcissist, okay?" Bambietta argued with a weak whisper. "Seriously, watch any fight I'm in. I'm always talking myself up..."

"Stop accentuating the negative," Sylphia retorted. "I have watched your battles. Each and every one. And I know you as well as you know yourself. You just refuse to admit the truth, even to yourself deep down. You don't want the entire world to focus on you, you just want anyone to notice you. To bond with you, to make up for your lost childhood. You're determined to have companionship. There was no other champion for me. Especially after..."

Sylphia began to cry. It was not a quiet or subtle lamentation, not in the least. She quite literally began to bawl, her eyes closing as tears flowed from her eyes like waterfalls.

"That was so sad!" Sylphia blubbered. "So I... I chose you! I brought you to Earth Land and... tried to make up for what happened! I sent you to the only guild I knew could heal the damage!"

"Porlyusica..." Bambietta whispered. "But why didn't you just fix me yourself? Surely you-"

"I'm sorry!" Sylphia cried out, hugging Bambietta in what she could only call an almighty tight embrace. It was enough to make her gasp. "I wanted you to be happy in the long run, so I... I tampered with mortal affairs! I gave Erza the inclination to bring you to Porlyusica! I briefly boosted her magic and elixirs just enough to raise the dead! All to.. all to..."

"You manipulated my fate." That was all Bambietta had to say, her eyes closing as she accepted what the unexpectedly sobbing goddess was saying. "You manipulated me from behind the scenes."

"I know..." Sylphia whimpered. "I just... just wanted to help you... And I thought that... that the guild I cherish most, Fairy Tail, would be the best place for you to... to be happy..."

Bambietta knew a part of her was upset at the prospect of being controlled from arm's length by someone who thought they knew what was best for her, yet this was different from the last person to have done such a thing. Giselle was simply a deluded fool, a worthless wretch who only thought she knew what was best for Bambietta. She thought she knew it but it was always herself she was thinking of. She was no different from Yhwach, a shadow by her side that was simply looking out for its own desires. In that moment did Bambietta miss her father. At least he had been honest with his intentions. Sylphia, however, was different. As much as Bambietta did not appreciate having her fate decided by another, she could hear the sincerity in the goddess' voice. This was no Yhwach or Giselle.

"You brought me back," Bambietta whispered. "You led me to Erza... Porlyusica... Levy... Natsu... Wendy... Lucy... You led me to Fairy Tail."

Once had Bambietta simply considered the guild nothing more than a means to an end, a place to set up shop in a world in a quest to find a way back to where she had come from. Things had, however, changed. Slowly and over time, but they had changed. Before Bambietta was the person responsible for it all, leaving her with only one way to react. Slowly, very slowly, did Bambietta bring up her arms. She wrapped them around Sylphia and returned the embrace the goddess had given her.

"Thank you."


Lucy Heartfilia stood silent as the maids she had known for the better part of her life continued to fit her for a formal dress, one they felt was worthy of a meeting with her father. The lot of them were positively ecstatic in response to Lucy being present, but the wizard was an entirely different matter.

To her this was a formality and nothing more. An awkward one she did not miss in the least, but one she was subjecting herself to if only for the sake of bringing an end to the problem she had caused Fairy Tail. So she remained quiet and calm as she was dressed in red, a beautiful gown put upon her by those in service to her family. All she did was look around the bedroom she was in. It was the same as it always was, the room having clearly remained untouched since she had left. Lucy was unsure how to feel about that. Was it a sign that her father having faith that she would come back some day or a case of him being arrogant enough to believe she simply would have to? One option warmed Lucy's heart, the other irritated her.

This was no longer her room. This was no longer her home. It was far too empty of love. There was no Wendy. There was no Bambietta. Still, Lucy had to tell herself she would return to her quaint apartment full of happiness soon.

"We're almost done here..."

"Why yes!" one of the maids said as she finished fitting zipping up the dress in the back. "We are indeed! So tell me, how does it look?"

Lucy looked into the long mirror before her, taking in the sight. She appeared as if she was a member of royalty. It looked beautiful, yet it felt entirely wrong.

"It's," Lucy began to say, "fine."


Bambietta Basterbine was staring out at the open sky, her cape billowing in the wind. This was her home now, she understood that much. Sylphia had made it as much and it was something that the Quincy could never thank you enough for. Now she simply needed to protect the world and its people for Sylphia. She simply had to play her part in a game of the gods, a task that her skill set was more than crafted towards. All she had to do was fight and win.

She relished that thought.

"So," Bambietta said, the Quincy taking a deep breath, "seven years and the team with the most points wins, right? I guess I've already got you two."

Bambietta waited for a response from Sylphia, a congratulations from the goddess. All she received, however, was silence. Curious, the Quincy turned her gaze to the right. She tried to convince herself that she was not simply looking for praise. Sylphia had just told her she was more than a narcissist after all.

"Whatever." Bambietta was unsure she could entirely believe that herself. She saw Sylphia then, the goddess giggling slightly as she stared down at the world below. "Uh, Sylphia? Something funny?"

"That cloud!" Sylphia exclaimed. "It looks so much like Happy the cat! Isn't that adorable?"

Bambietta furrowed her brow a little, casting her own eyes down to confirm that yes, that particular cloud did in fact look like the flying cat. "Aye, goddess."

"Ummm..." Sylphia grew flush in the face, no doubt a little embarrassed by her moment of distraction. "What was it you were saying?"

"I got you two points already," Bambietta proudly declared. "Kicking Hanza and Giselle's butts counts, right?"

"Oh!" Sylphia shook her head. "I'm sorry, but the seven year game hasn't started just yet."

"Darn." Bambietta clicked her tongue. "Well, both beatings were still excellent stress release, so yay me."

Bambietta paused for a moment, her eyes shifting towards Sylphia.

"Hey. Wait a minute. You didn't have something to do with my Explode not working?" It was not an accusation, Bambietta unwilling to target one at a deity. It was simply an honest question. One that she received an honest answer to.

"Well..." Sylphia held her hands before herself, the tips of her index fingers pressing against each other as she spoke in a shy tone. "Guilty as charged. It's just... You've been making good progress and didn't want you jeopardize it all by killing Hanza the first chance you'd get."

"What? Me flying off the handle and killing an opponent? Why I'd never-" Bambietta sighed. "That was probably for the best. Old habits die hard. And... Hanza wouldn't have."

"And..." Sylphia nervously laughed for a moment, the goddess glancing up at the sky. "I may have also taken the liberty of sealing away your Voll Stern Dich."

"But... but..." Bambietta spoke with honest sincerity. "If you've already made it so my Explode can't infect living targets, what's the harm in me spawning wings and using carpet bombing a battlefield? Come on, I just want to fly again. It was fun. Me and Lucy could even do a whole 'Can You Read My Mind?' thing. That'd just be super."

"I can't unseal that, not yet, "Sylphia said before sighing. "You saw what happened to your friend. I know my fellow god deeply regrets not sealing for her after her first try at using it. You were granted those powers when your bodies were made of spiritual particles. But now... You're all true flesh and blood. Alive. And you can't handle the strain. Other gods may be willing to take the risk, but I can't. I won't. Not with you. Not until you're strong enough to withstand it."

"Huh." Bambietta was not one to think too deeply on matters involving power, at least not on the level that Sylphia had described. "I guess that makes sense. The more you know... So anything else you want to tell me?"

"When the game starts, the other deities are going to assemble the champions so that we can explain everything in full," Sylphia said. "We just wanted you all to grow acclimated to Earth Land before it started."

"But you've already told me so much," Bambietta countered.

"I know, but I couldn't wait to meet you any longer," Sylphia replied. "And that last fight you talk about did force my hand."

Bambietta raised an eyebrow to that. "Huh?"

"You were going to kill Giselle," Sylphia stated quite simply.

"Oh, my bad," Bambietta said with a shrug. "And you want me to save that easy victory for when the game officially starts, right?"

"No," Sylphia said. "To do that would cost our side a valuable champion."

Bambietta blinked. "Come again?"

"It's a silly story. Really." Sylphia hesitated for a moment, closing her eyes as she tried to breath easy. "Giselle's on your side."

"Hah... hah." Bambietta's right eye began to twitch. She tried to contain her feelings, but she may as well have tried to hold back the ocean with a piece of paper. "That's just... That's just..."


Wendy had to hope that Bambietta was doing okay. Levy had assured her that she was no doubt fine, but the Sky Dragon Slayer could not help herself. So as both Carla and Levy tried to inspect their surroundings, Wendy simply paced the room. She did so quite diligently, her echoing footsteps the only sound within the pristine room.

Then, quite suddenly, it was joined by another sound. One from above the ceiling. One born out of anger.

"Son of a bleach! Why is that dumb monster fluffer on my team again? How the fluff does this bull shark keep happening to me? I swear to... you... Yes, you! I swear to you that I just want to- to- Gosh darn it all to heck!"

Wendy stared up at the ceiling, apprehension in her voice as she listened to sound of Bambietta's voice, muffled as it was through the pristine white material. "Levy, is she... upset?"

"Uhh..." Levy did not know what to say. She could hear the rage in Bambietta's voice, but her choice of words was peculiar to say the least. "I'm still sure she's fine."

"She's certainly... creative under pressure," was all Carla had to say in response to it all.


"I thought everything was good! Everything! And then I had to see that bitch's face! That stupid smiling, vile face! And now... and now you're telling me... me..."

Bambietta began to fumble upon her words, her rage giving away to grief and disbelief. Where as she had begun projecting outwards with her body language, now did she begin to withdraw. A gloved hand move upwards, covering a portion of Bambietta's face as she felt water forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Just damn it all." Bambietta spoke with nothing more than fragile whisper. "I can't work with her... Not again. This is fucking bullshit. She'll just... She'll just hound me for attention and... and if I get hurt, if I die... She'll be there like a damned vulture waiting for its chance... Please... if I'm ever... ever going to die... and leave something behind... Just use your damn powers to wipe me away completely... Don't leave anything behind for Giselle... Just let me rest in piece..."

Bambietta suddenly gasped, the Quincy feeling a light touch upon her chin. Her own hand dropped down by her side, Bambietta lifting up her gaze as she felt Sylphia's fingers gently propping her up. Bambietta looked in the goddess' face, her smile endearing.

"Hush, Bambietta," Sylphia said as she moved her hand up, her gloved index finger wiping away the tears forming beneath the Quincy's eyes. "You don't have to worry. Ever. I wouldn't allow that to happen to you and neither would the god Giselle's championing. He's... unpleasant, but even he would look down upon her messing with life and death like that. If anything, I have a feeling he chose her before anyone else could just so he could keep her powers in check."

Bambietta nodded, a faint smile on her face. Then did her eyes go wide. "Oh no..."

"What's wrong?" Sylphia asked as she took a step back from Bambietta to give back her personal space.

"No, no, no..." Bambietta shook her head, hands on her cheeks as she did so. "I worked so hard to censor myself in front of Wendy and now I'm..."

Bambietta glanced down at the roof beneath her feet.

"Please tell me your place is sound proof," Bambietta asked, looking at Sylphia with a pleading glow dwelling within her eyes.

"Nope," Sylphia said with shrug all her own. "But don't worry. I took the liberty of... tweaking your choice of words for her and the others. A little perk of being a goddess when you're in my territory."

Sylphia snapped her fingers, a burst of sound echoing forth from them. It was not the sound Bambietta expected, but that of her own voice. Bambietta listened intently, eyes widening with bewildered amusement.

"Monster fluffer, eh?" Bambietta raised an eyebrow. "That sounds... cute. Too cute for Giselle."

"Friendship given away to anger and hate," Sylphia said, the goddess lowering her head. "It's enough to make me cry."

"Please don't." The last thing Bambietta wanted to have to contend with was an upset goddess. However, if worst came to worst, the Quincy had to hope that a hug and a whisper of 'there, there' would work.

Sylphia managed to remain calm, her voice remaining steady and controlled. "Bambietta Basterbine, I want to make this clear. I chose you for this fight, but I will not force it upon you. You can turn this down and I will simply find another."

It was eerie to Bambietta, to see the usually daft and cheerful goddess act in such a manner, but it did not last for long. Sylphia's voice began to crack and waver.

"The fact that I was... was able to make a difference is enough for me. You've got your second chance. So I can... send you back to your world if you truly wish. Away from Giselle..."

"But..." Bambietta flinched. "You told Wendy... I told Wendy..."

"I can remove the memories," Sylphia said, her head lowering. "Those in Fairy Tail cannot miss what they do not remember. But you, Bambietta, will remember everything the guild did for you. And perhaps that... that will be enough for you to strive forward in your true home."

"Stop it." Bambietta suddenly found herself whispering through grit teeth, her attitude one she knew better than to display to a being like the one before her. She could not stop, however,her emotions having been nudged. "True... home? Don't make me laugh. You know we have a Hell back there, right? An actual Hell. Fire and brimstone and everything! And it's a complete oxymoron when you've got the Soul Society and Hueco Mundo making up the rest of the afterlife! That whole world is hell! It's hurt me again and again! If I go back, it'll just stab me in the back again! And..."

Bambietta paused for a moment, her head tilting forward, so as to leave her hat's visor covering her eyes from Sylphia's view. If she could have seen them, the goddess would have noticed tears not of anguish but of joy.

"You are now part of my Fairy Tail family... if you wish to be."

The words of Makarov ran through Bambietta's thoughts, her recollection of the time she had first met him. It was as strong a memory as ever. However, it was not alone. Bambietta knew what she had told herself upon awakening in this world alive and well thanks to Porlyusica. Fairy Tail was a means to an end and nothing more. Something to occupy herself with until she found a chance to leap across dimensions to return home. Despite the pain and agony, she had felt that it was where she belonged.

That was then and Bambietta refused to do anything else but live in the present. So she turned her gaze up to look at Sylphia with watering eyes. "This is my home now. The one you've shown me. I'm never leaving it. And I'm going to fight tooth and nail for it. For Fairy Tail. Even if... I have to work with her."

Sylphia smiled then, the goddess reaching out with her right hand. She held her palm upwards, as if inviting Bambietta to reach out to it. "You have my eternal gratitude. Now then, if you wish, I can send you and your friends to who you want to see most."

Bambietta's ears perked up. "Lucy?"

"Yes," Sylphia continued, never allowing her hand to drop. "However... I know what I said, but if it would make things easier I could... speak with the one who chose Giselle. They could always chose another if..."

Sylphia's smile faded to almost nothing.

"If you cannot live without your vengeance, I can send you back there. I can return you to Giselle so that you can... succumb to your who you were. Levy, Wendy and Carla will return to their guild none of the wiser. Fairy Tail will never know."

Bambietta stared at Sylphia, her eyes growing cold. "A goddess would grant me this?"

"To revel in your past self or to find what you want in the here and now. It is the least I can offer you for choosing to fight on my behalf." Sylphia bit her tongue, the goddess unwilling to say how offering one of those choices caused you no end of pain. "The decision is yours, Bambietta."

Bambietta swallowed hard then, her heart racing for a moment. She could still see it, Giselle's gleefully ignorant happiness at their reunion. However, she could also see the looks of shock on the faces of Levy and Wendy when they had stumbled upon the seen. Yet Bambietta had to wonder if those mattered. After all, she was doing it for the best. She was doing it for Fairy Tail as well as for herself. It was not simply vengeance, it was for the protection of those she treasured most. That had to be it.

Bambietta's cold, dark heart wanted vengeance, so much so that it was willing to justify it in any way it could. It was determined to keep her feeling like a hero, even if it was pushing her towards her darker impulses. However, her heart could only melt when one name worked its way through the emotions that were flooding it.

"I want to see her more than anything," Bambietta said as she reached out towards Sylphia's inviting hand. "I want to tell Lucy everything. Who I am. Who I've been. Who I want to share my future with. So please, send me to Lucy Heartfilia's side."

Sylphia beamed with light, one that radiated her joy, as she brought her other hand down atop Bambietta's own. "As you wish, Bambietta."

"Don't say that," the Quincy said with a smile. "It's Bambi."


Dressed impeccably in an elegant pink gown, Lucy Heartfilia walked into a room she had never been fond of. There was no warmth or love to be fond in it, not in the slightest. It was the room in which her father managed the Heartfilia fortune from. There was no room for family in it, just business.

It seemed fitting to Lucy that this was where she would confront her father once more. She did not wish to speak to him of family, not at all. This was about settling her business with him once and for all. So she walked forward, her eyes settling on the large window at the far end of the room. It bathed the room in the light of a sunset, almost obscuring the man who sat at his desk.

He was an unassuming man, dressed in a finely pressed suit. His face was expressionless, barely casting Lucy a glance. Instead did the man focus on the paperwork on his desk, pouring over every detail.

"It's about time you returned home," Jude Heartfilia said in a dismissive tone. "You have no idea how glad I am that this rebellious phase of yours has come to an end."

Lucy had little to say to that as she approached. "Oh?"

"You are the future of the Heartfilias," Jude said as he rose up from his chair, his icy eyes staring into Lucy's own. She tried her best to remain as cold as he. "You cannot waste the life your mother and I gave to you by gallivanting around and playing wizard."

"Mother would have approved," Lucy said in return. "It's her magic I inherited."

"She grew up," Jude retorted. "And it's high time you did as well. There's no time in this world to be chasing fairy tales, not anymore. You have to think of the Heartfilia family's future. You, Lucy, are that future, and I can't have you squandering it with these childish antics of yours."

"Is that why you hired Phantom Lord to find me?" Lucy asked coldly.

"Of course," Jude honestly answered as he turned his back to his daughter to look out the window. "As much as I did not want to sully the family fortune by offering it to a guild of so-called wizards, I would have been a fool to ignore their resources and number of members. And imagine my surprise when they let me know that you were in Fairy Tail. Still, they did there job. Here you are, at my doorstep. I suppose I will be hearing from their guild master soon enough about payment."

"You won't," Lucy said. "Phantom Lord's been disbanded."

"How fortunate," Jude replied, a faint smile forming beneath his mustache. "Then I won't have spent a single penny financing a gang of ruffians for their hard work. I suppose there are multiple silver linings to the dark cloud your actions caused."

"I... caused?"

Lucy bit her tongue. As much as she blamed her father for what he had provoked, she also was willing to accept that she herself had a hand it in as well. Jose Porla had been desiring battle in his madness, yes, but it was not that alone that had provoked what had happened. It was the blood of the Heartfilias that had prompted it. Not Makarov Dreyar and Jose Porla, but Lucy Heartfilia and Jude Heartfilia. Father and daughter had caused such trauma, all thanks to their inability to communicate. She accepted her faults, but she was determined to make sure her father did as well.

"I didn't come here to make amends or to apology to you, father. I'm just hear to make up for the mistake I made in the first place. I'm here to say goodbye. I'm going back to Fairy Tail."

Jude lowered his head, closing his eyes for a moment. He did not speak aloud, only a whisper underneath his breath. "Layla, what would you have me do? I can't..."

"You hide away in this mansion," Lucy continued, unaware of her father's whisper, "but you don't have a clue about the world if it doesn't involve your precious money! Do you have any idea what you did to my family?"

"Family?" Jude turned around, glaring at Lucy as he raised his voice. His anger had been triggered. "With that money and influence you speak of I could have Fairy Tail disbanded a thousand times over! You're blood of my blood and-"

"You're a fool." Lucy lowered her head for a moment, blonde locks of hair falling over her eyes. It was only for a moment, the wizard casting her gaze upon Jude once more. "This isn't about blood! I couldn't choose you as a father, but I damn well will choose Fairy Tail as my family!"

Jude grit his teeth. "Lucy..."

Lucy suddenly felt trapped in a world that was not her own. One that she abandoned. She felt constricted and restrained, caught in bonds she wished to be free of. This was not her world and this manner of dress was not of her choosing. It was not a sign of love, but of money and power. So she reached up, slipping fingers into the top of her gown.

"I'm warning you, father. If you ever try to hurt my Fairy Tail family again, then you'll be no different from Eisenwald or Phantom Lord! You'll just be another enemy, even if it breaks my heart!" Lucy began to tear at at the expensive gown, splitting it down the middle in a show of utter disdain for her father's money. The portions that covered her torso tore away in her hands, leaving behind just the white corset underneath, as well as the lower portion of the dress. "It didn't have to be this way, father. But after what you just said, I can't trust-"

Lucy's declaration was cut short, a strange sound all but popping within both her ears and those belonging to Jude. It was as if something had taken up residence in the room, displacing the air that had once occupied the space. The two members of the Heartfilias turned their gaze towards the source of the sound and both of them saw a very confused looking woman dressed all in white, a hat atop her head and a cloak hanging from her shoulders, suddenly standing in the room.

Jude did not recognize her but Lucy did. "B-Bambi?"

"That was a hell of a thing." Bambietta's eyes were dull in color, but the light quickly came back to them. She shook her head slightly, looking about for a moment as if trying to comprehend her surroundings. It was then that she caught sight of the person she had wanted to see most of all. However, what Bambietta saw was Lucy having partially torn off the upper portions of a dress, leaving her in a white corset. Lacking any and all context, Bambietta's gaze momentarily caught sight of Lucy's cleavage. The Quincy simply blinked. "Wow."

A small portion of red liquid trickled out from Bambietta's nose. Then, without warning, she fall back. The Quincy crashed down on the floor, her bloody nose intensifying.

"Bambi!" Lucy shouted, her concern for her friend and guildmate overriding her confusion. She knelt down beside her, helping to prop up the unconscious Quincy.

"Lucy," Jude said, utterly mystified, "who is this woman that's getting blood all over the carpet?"

"Uhhh, well..." Lucy smiled weakly. This was not how she had expected this reunion to go. Not at all. "She's a friend from work?


Well now, quite the bit of information wasn't it? Lets go over it all step by step shall we?

Lets start with why the Bleach characters are here at all. To simplify things, their basically chess pieces in a game of the gods. Cliché? Perhaps, but its more interesting that it just being some random portal getting Bambietta here or something. This made it so much easier to explain why so many dead bleach characters are here now. Just having it all be some kind of coincidence would be...kinda lame. I wont deny it, I was inspired heavily by Fate apocrypha and Marvel's Secret War's comic, but I think it works for this.

But its not just as simple as "Good guys Vs Bad Guys." While I wont deny that it is for the most part...It isn't totally. Case and Point, Giselle being on the same team as Bambietta. You can all thank Ankoholic for this amazing idea. There is so much we could do with this premise, and I cant wait to do more with it. But don't think this is just a easy way out for Bambietta to "forgive" Giselle. Yeah, that's not happening, or if it is, it sure as hell isn't going to be as simple as that.

I will mention however that if a Fairy Tail character kills or defeats a Bleach one, no points are awarded at all. Its all about who beats who from the teams. That's it. Though having one side lose members from a FTverse character WOULD still be advantageous for obvious reasons.

Sylphia isn't just going to be just the reason Bambietta is here though, no she's much more important than that. I wont say what, but she IS important. I don't plan on her hogging up screen time or anything though, no worries there. If you want to know what she looks like though, just look up Sylphiel from Slayers, she's actually the inspiration for the character in the first place.

Finally, we have Lucy. I'd love to go more in depth about what is going to happen with Lucy and her father, but I'll let the next chapter speak for itself. You may think it'll be just a repeat of what happened in cannon...but your wrong. Their will be changes. Some small...and some big. I wont say what though.

But that's it for this chapter my dear readers. I cant wait to see what you all have to say about this chapter. I'm very excited for the reviews.

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