Wolf's A/N: hello there, wonderful readers. This is a collaboration between myself, the wonderfully talented SapphireFxxxx, and the gorgeous AmnaK96. What has been written so far is by Sapphire, and it has been edited by Amna and yours truly. Myself and Amna will take part in writing the later chapters.

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Title: Legend of the Guardians

Authors: SapphireFxxxx, AmnaK96, Wolfspirit44

Full summary: Legends are myths that people thought to be unreal. But to Erza, these 'stories' are more than just myths... It's a journey to find herself. When fighting battles against hell, and the inner battle within himself, will Jellal allow love from a supposedly human girl, to be his reprieve from darkness? A journey of love, loss, reprimand and adventure, the Guardians have set out to change the laws of the Heavens, and once and for all rid Earthland of the savage demons and save the gods from the captivity of the Dark Angel, Zeref.

It was a war of light and dark, good and evil, Gods and Demons. Lasting over a hundred yes, such a conflagration destroyed the world and killed millions. It was only towards the end of the war that good was able to prevail. However, the victory of the light could not compare to the loss of thousands.

Hundreds of years after the Great War between the Gods and Demons, balance was finally restored to the people of Earthland. The people were able to restore what was lost, and the Gods were able bring back peace and happiness.

Until Zeref, the God of darkness and the abyss became jealous of his brother, Mystogan, the King of the Gods. Zeref was hungry for power, and soon became overcome with greed and envy. Deducing that he could only obtain power by defeating Mystogan and becoming King, he challenged the King to a fight, initiating a civil war between the Gods.

Unfortunately for Zeref, Mystogan's powers were overwhelming and he was easily defeated. The God of Darkness was banished from the heavens and sent into the fiery depths of hell to perish forever.

Centuries later, out of rage and envy; Zeref grew stronger and cunningly persuaded some of the Gods to join him in hell, where they started building an army on Earth. The gods, unable to set foot on Earth, could only watch as Zeref's powers grw. Mystogan fretted, desperately thinking of a way to vanquish Zeref. However, such a feat was impossible with a resentful son in the way...

"Zeref," the king roared, standing up from his golden throne. "How dare you show yourself here?!"

All the Gods standing beside the King prepared to attack the fallen Angel: Zeref. The devil lifted his head to meet the angered glare of his brother. "Big brother," he smirked, running his fingers through his coal colored hair. He wore a high-collared black robe with gold trimmings along the front opening and cuffs. A gentle breeze passed by, fluttering the Demon's large, flowing white toga that draped around his torso. "Such an honor to be in your presence." The devil stated charmingly.

"Your presence shall be eradicated if you stay here any longer!" Mystogan spat with malice, and swiped his arms, firing golden beams at Zeref. "Be gone!"

The black-haired demon countered his attacks with his own magic, creating a large explosion that racked the castle. Only when the noise died down did he speak."I'm not here to cause any trouble, Mystogan," he grinned, deriving pleasure in the God's distress. "I'm here to offer you a deal."

"What deal?" The king watched his brother cautiously; he was never one to be trusted.

"Sire," a dark brunette God stood beside the king; his hands radiating ice, "shall I take care of him?"

"No Silver," he spoke, "Let us hear what he has to say."

Zeref's grin widened, "Your pathetic humans are on the verge of extinction," he laughed demonically, watching the expressions of the Gods' around him tense. "Since you are not allowed to step upon Earth; who is there to protect Earthland?"

"Zeref!" Mystogan growled, preparing to cast a powerful spell.

"What is it you're planning on, after the humans are gone?" A beautiful woman with long Thalo-Blue hair and bronze eyes stepped in to join the conversation, her long white robes flowing behind her like curving lily petals. "Of course, demons require the souls of humans to feast upon. So, you cannot wipe out the entire human race."

"Oh Elena," the demon walked over to her slowly, "Still as sharp-witted and beautiful as ever."

Irritated, Mystogan unsheathed the sword attached to his waist and pointed it at Zeref. The silver blade glinted wickedly beneath the light. Zeref stared as the blade suddenly changed; it transformed from silver to gold, then to palladium, and almost instantly materialized to chrome. "Get away from my wife."

"Very well." He nonchalantly walked back slowly, "If you give me your wife, I promise; no harm will come to the humans."

"You fiend!" Silver snarled. The other Gods started cursing the demon.

"Over my dead bosy!" The King hissed, standing in front of her, "I'm not giving you my wife." The only reason Zeref was asking such an audacious request was to torture Mystogan in any form. Especially when he knew very well that he had the bigger hand in the say.

"Okay. What about your son?" he asked, leaning down to smile at the little boy clinging onto Elena. "Will you let me take him?"

The little boy resembling his father- the king- gasped and buried his face into his mother's robes.

"You are taking neither of them... you've already taken someone precious to me!" he lunged forward, but Elena placed a hand on his bare chest.

The Goddess smiled warmly at her little boy; "You're not taking him away," she looked back at the demon and her expression hardened, "Take me."

"What?" Mystogan spat baffled, turning to face her, "No! He is NOT, taking you."

"Mystogan," she spoke softly, cupping his face, "we've got no choice." she reasoned.

"But-"

"I'll be okay, don't worry," the goddess assured, leaning in and pecking his lips gently, "Take care of him..."

Mystogan looked at his son who was staring at him with teary eyes, "I will." He spoke determinedly, masking his deep concern from his little boy- his heart, his whole being and the heir to his throne. There was no way he was letting any harm come upon him.

"Mommy?" The little boy asked, "What's going on?"

"Nothing, sweetie." She tried to hide the fear behind her golden orbs. But to no avail, her son saw right through her. Her heart broke at the fact that she had to lie to such an innocent face, "Mommy's just going to fulfill her duty to protect the people of Earthland. Mommy will be gone for a little while. Now you stay strong and listen to your father no matter what okay?" She bent down, capturing her son's comparatively tiny and fragile body in a tight hug. She kissed him on both cheeks lovingly and stood up, making her way down the glinting platform.

"Elena..." Mystogan whispered, watching her head towards Zeref. "Be careful."

"I will." she gave them one last smile before departing.

115 years later.

"Son, calm down." Mystogan chased after his child as he stormed into the golden grasslands in the heavens.

"No, father, I won't!" He turned to face his father; his eyes burning with anger, "Why won't you let me?"

"It's too dangerous!" The King reasoned, "I can't risk losing you!"

"But father," The boy sighed, "I'm very powerful. You've already taught me every single type of magic you know."

"I know," he sat on the golden grass and shook his head, "And I have to admit, you are probably one of the most powerful Gods I've met. You may even surpass me in no time! You are my blood after all."

The young God, who could be mistaken as a fourteen year old by humans, sat beside his father, "So why won't you let me?"

"Sending you down to earth means I have to take away some of your powers."

"But father, you told me that Gods are allowed to walk on the lands of Caelum?"

"They are," Mystogan justified, "But not on Earth. We're allowed to walk on the Holy Lands of Caelum. But, not earth."

"Well, I can always train myself to become stronger!" The child stood up abruptly. "I can form an alliance on Earth that can stop Zeref."

Mystogan thought over this new-formed option for a bit. "Are you sure about this, son?" The King looked up at him, "Once you do it, there's no turning back."

"Father, think about what happened to mother. She was taken a few years after my birth," He reasoned, "And then ten years later, Aerith, Gladiolas and the other Gods were tricked and trapped in hell!"

"But, Jellal-"

"It's been over a century since mother and the others were taken," he reminded, "and we still haven't bothered lifting a finger to help her."

"I've tried searching for her for the past one hundred and fifteen years, child," Mystogan murmured, watching a butterfly land on his knee, "I've searched in Heaven, as well as Hell, and I did not find anything."

"So they could be on earth."

"It's forbidden for Gods to step on earth. Unless-"

"I insist on going."

The elder God gasped loudly, "Jellal, are-"

"I want to make Zeref pay for what happened to mother. As well as Aerith and Gladiolas," Jellal clenched his fist, a yellow aura surrounding him, "I will be the one to create a group called 'The Guardians'. We will stop Zeref, father."

Mystogan gave it some more thought; scrutinizing his son's sudden change in demeanor, and finally seemed to make a decision, "Of course."

"What's better than a God hungry for the taste of revenge?" Jellal beamed at his father's approval. But Mystogan couldn't help but hesitate and contemplate on whether he had made the right decision or not? The sudden rise in his son's anger was something that deeply concerned him. He was aware of how such an emotion can lead to drastic and unintentional actions, and the lethal look in Jellal's eyes, regretfully reminded him of his deranged and power-hungry brother; Zeref.

"Mama!" A girl with deep plum colored hair- almost resembling black- called out into the tiny kitchen, "MAMA!"

"What happened Ultear nee-chan?" A tiny voice belonging to a little girl with startling pink hair asked, "Where's Mama?"

"I don't know Meredy..." The girl turned to the two younger boys, also desperately trying to seek their mother, "Gray, Lyon do you know where she is?"

The boy with a mop of raven hair shook his head, "She asked us to get some milk."

"And when we got back, she wasn't here." Lyon finished.

"I want mama..." Meredy sobbed.

The three looked at their youngest sibling. Gray smiled, "Don't worry, mama's probably just gone to get us something to eat."

Suddenly, they heard snarls from outside and then blood thirsty black panthers with ruby red eyes jumped in through the windows of their house. Meredy screamed and hid behind her sibling. "What the hell are they?" Gray asked, more startled than quivering in fear.

Ultear grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stood before the group of large black cats. "Stay back!" She yelled, waving the blade around.

They began closing in on them and all they could do was pray.

All of a sudden, there was blinding yellow light, followed by an explosion. The four kids cried out in fear and clutched onto each other.

"Don't worry." Said a deep, fruity voice, "They're dead."

The plum-haired girl opened her eyes slowly to see a boy- looking the same age as her- standing in front of them. "Who are you?" she asked. Judging by his clothing, the kid didn't look like he was from here.

He wore silk skirt that reached the lower part of his thighs; secured by a blue belt with golden rims. There was also a large piece of cloth that crossed over his exposed upper half and ended as a cape, which flowed behind him. He wore golden cuffs on his arms, as well as his wrists.

"She asked a question, didn't she?" Gray spat angrily, "Who the hell are you?"

Slowly, the stranger turned to face them. The four gasped as they saw a large, golden leaf crown sitting on his lustrous blue hair. His clothing revealed much of his toned chest and his abdomen. They also saw a wolf necklace around his bare neck. "Me?" he asked, "I'm not an enemy. That's all you need to know."

"You're not from around here, are you?" Lyon asked.

"No," the ultramarine answered, "I'm not."

"Why did you save us?" Ultear asked, "And, where's our mother?"

"I saved you because those weren't just ordinary panthers," he walked towards them and examined them closely, "They were demon panthers."

"Demons?" The little girl repeated in ignorant fascination.

"Hm," the boy hummed, "You are the children of Ur Milkovich and Silver Fullbuster."

"Who's Silver?" The little girl asked.

"My, you guys still have a lot to learn about yourselves!" The bluenette held out his hand, "My name is Jellal. I have come here to ask for your help."

15 years later

In the land of the Dragons, a large fire dragon lay, sleeping in a large cave. His large wings were folded on his back, a large 'X' scarring his chest. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the ground, and Mystogan appeared, wearing his usual simple robes.

Sensing the God's presence, the dragon immediately opened his glowing yellow eyes, "King Mystogan," the Dragon snarled, unfolding his wings to intimidate the God, "what are you doing here?"

"Peace Igneel," the God's voice was baritone and harmonic. He lifted his hand; unfazed by how big the fire Dragon was. "I have come to ask a favor."

Igneel growled and lowered his wings, "What do you want?"

"Are you aware of what is happening in Earthland?"

"No," the majestic beast spoke, narrowing his eyes, "Humans are the least of my concern."

"What about your son, Natsu?" Mystogan asked, "He's a human, is he not?"

The dragon roared angrily and breathed fire at the God. "My son is a hundred times more powerful than a petty human!" He bellowed offended, "My blood runs through his veins, and he possesses magic like no other!"

"I am fully aware of that," the king murmured, brushing off the flames, "Zeref is starting to exterminate the humans."

"How am I supposed to help?"

"I need your son," he begged, "My son has descended from the heavens to start an alliance, called 'The Guardians'. They will be the ones to wipe out Zeref's demons from earth once and for all. I need your son to join them."

Igneel snarled again, "My son is very young and he's only just mastered the dragon slayer magic."

"I know," Mystogan sighed, "But it is the only way we can stop Zeref. And, I'm afraid he has become more powerful than me." He took out a piece of paper, "Metallicana, Weisslogia and Skiadrum have all agreed to help. And, my son will be able to help Natsu. Jellal has mastered the arts of fire."

"What other specialties does the Prince of the Gods have?" Igneel sneered.

"He has mastered many different types of magics..." The bluenette shook his head slowly, "But, all that is fueling him, is the taste for revenge."

"Why?"

"Years ago, Zeref took my wife away, and tricked two prime Gods into hell, unbalancing the ways of the universes," Mystogan growled and punched a nearby tree, shattering it into little pieces, "That is why Jellal is so angered. Ever since they took Elena away us, I have never seen him smile."

Defeated, Igneel obliged. "Very well," he agreed; lifting his enormous claw to reveal a small, 11-year-old boy curled up against him. "Take care of him."

"I will," the God nodded and crouched beside the boy. "The Guardians will rise, and they will stop Zeref." The king of all Gods assured, a thunderous gleam to his striking olivine eyes.

50 years later

"Erza!" a young boy with brown hair called, "Wait!"

"Er-chan, you're running too fast!" A girl with cat-like features cried, panting; trying to catch up to the girl with a waterfall of scarlet hair.

"You guys are just slow-pokes!" The scarlet beauty laughed. She fell back onto the ground, with the soft green grassy meadow beneath her back, along with flowers of blue, yellow, red and purple surrounding her, stretching out to the horizon. The sun tinted everything in golden. Her friends joined her, lying on the grass. The atmosphere of serene and peace pervades, and the beauty is quietly stunning. "Lets do that again!"

"NO!" The brunette gasped, holding his stomach, "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry, Simon," Erza turned to the girl beside her, "You wanna go again Millianna?"

"I'm tired..." Millianna panted, "Maybe Grandpa Rob is looking for us?"

The redhead shot to her feet, "Race you two back home! Last one home is a rotten apple!" She yelled back.

"Erza wait!" But Erza was already off, running towards the small farmhouse in the distance. A calamitous storm was brewing behind her in the vibrant cerulean sky.

"Mmmm," Simon shoved a spoon full of eggs into his mouth. "This is awesome!"

"Slow down, Simon," an old man said, sitting opposite him, "You're going to get indigestion."

Suddenly, a large crack echoed across the room; causing Millianna to scream and hide under the table. The room lit up a brilliant shade of white, as the lighting flashed in the sky. Her screams became louder, though it couldn't compete with the thunder and rain pouring outside. "I don't like storms!"

Erza joined her under the table and wrapped her arms around her, "Don't be scared, Millianna, It's just a thunderstorm," she looked for Rob, "Isn't that right Grandpa?"

"Oh but they're not just thunderstorms."

"Then, what are they?" The brunette asked curiously.

The two girls crawled out from under the table, and returned to their seats, "Grandpa?"

"Up in the sky, The Guardians and The Demons are battling."

The three leaned in closer, "Who are they?"

"Well," Rob began, "Legend says that there is a group of special people called 'The Guardians'. They are the children of Gods and Dragons. But, unlike Gods and Dragons, they can slowly age, set foot on Earth and do things Gods cannot." He explained, "These Guardians protect us from 'The Fallen'; a group of Gods who rebelled against The King of the Gods, ruled by a God who was cast out of heaven."

"Where do they live?"

"They live on the mountains of Caelum. Also known as the Holy lands," he pointed out the small hole in their farmhouse, "In the Legend, it is said that in order to get to Caelum, you must follow the brightest star in the sky, and then you will reach the gateway for the guardians."

"What is Caelum like?" Erza asked desperately, her wide, warm honey brown eyes gleaming with interest.

"I don't know," he sighed, "Nobody was able to make it that far and survive."

"That stinks..." Simon huffed.

Disappointment filled Erza, dulling her big doe eyes and she pursed her lips, "Are they real?"

"They're just a legend, Erza," the brown haired boy instructed, "Legends aren't real."

The redhead turned to Rob, "They're not real then?"

Rob smiled, and leaned in closer to her, "If you believe something is possible, then it will become possible," he whispered, bringing a wide smile across the little girl's face. Erza's striking eyes glittered with newfound interest.