The dragon made its loud roar, it's attack unavoidable. The mages stood tall, they were not going down with out a fight. Hand in hand, they looked up and felt the surge of energy heading towards them.

Gray couldn't process what had happened, was he unconscious ? His body felt cold, which was strange for the Ice Mage as he didn't get cold. Was he floating ? He couldn't tell. Was he dead ? All he could remember was the giant dragon's attack. But yet, he could feel warm hands, as if they were shaking him back to reality.

It had been two weeks since the destruction of Tenrow Island. Yet Lyon didn't give up. He didn't want to give up, not yet. If he did, he would feel like he was giving up on Gray, and in a way, Ur.

"Lyon..." Jura said walking behind the Younger Guildmate on the deck of the ship.

"We'll find them." Lyon snapped back immediately. "They wouldn't have died so easily." His hands gripped the slide of the boat hard, he could feel splinters digging into his hands, but his grip didn't loosen. "We just... We just have to believe in them." Dark green eyes showed a determination that would not back down and refused to give up.

Jura sighed and stared at his friend with soft eyes, he knew nothing he would say would persuade Lyon. The whole reason Lamia Scale was out here was because of Lyon. As soon as he had heard the news of Fairy Tail's disappearance he had immediately rushed to the Port of Hargeon and demanded that the guild help search for them. It had been two weeks since then already, and with no signs of them. It was dangerous enough being here at all with the eithernano levels being so high. They could get sick and it could possibly kill them.

The wizard saint took a deep breath and looked out towards the long, empty blue sea. There was noting here. No island, no Fairy Tail, but there was no bodies that had showed up either. Maybe Lyon was the type of person that would not give up until he saw a body of whom he was looking for.

The ice mage tried to get his breathing under control, he didn't notice his breathing pace change, if he lost control of what he was doing, who knows what could happen ? He looked down to some fros covering his hands and the side of the ship. Lyon just staired. Maybe Gray was dead. Maybe there was no hope. No. He couldn't afford to think like that. He couldn't give up hope just yet.

In the distance, Lamia's ace could see something floating in the water, not too far away, bur not exactly close. Jura seemed to catch on to where Lyon was stairing. They immediatly sailed closer and Lyon's heaart beated faster and faster.

Could it be...?

Was it...?

Is it..?

It was.