Hullo guys. I'm back, and I am binge writing. Annyway, heres the new chapter. Remember, I don't own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail.

As he let himself guide to where real Lucy was, and he hoped it was the right way, he saw nothing but the darkness. Everything, including the floor and the sky was nothing but black. There was no difference between the sky and the floor, and he wasn't even sure himself what exactly he was walking on. Every step he made made no sound as if he was walking on a blanket, however, the floor felt as if it was made of a giant slab of marble. Even if Natsu himself was finding his way with his dragon senses, however every direction looked identical, that if normal human or even a mage were to enter this place, they should surely be lost. Everything was silent, everything was nothing- it was like a void.

Beneath the heaps and heaps of darkness, the slayer spotted a some sort of a rectangular structure with a vast portion of it tainted with black. Natsu ran towards, for he was tired of seeing nothing that it almost drove himself insane. The structure was a door, or rather, a gate. One tiny corner was white, was black, blending into the background. There wasn't any designs or inscriptions on the door, and there was even chains wrapped around the silver handles.

Natsu firmly gripped his right hand on one of the silver handles and yanked it several times, only result being the unpleasant racket of metal chains rattling against each other and the doorknob.

"Tch." Now his right hand was gripping the chains. Calmly, the slayer breathed in, and begun to melt the chains. The heap of metal fell to the floor with a satisfying clang (which made Natsu flinch, since he thought no sound was able to be produced on the floor, judging by his footsteps).

The gate opened itself with a sound of an old wood creaking. The pinkette stepped in with no hesitation. The presence of his blonde was close, or rather, overwhelming inside, and he had no reason to turn back. The gate stayed open behind him, and as soon as he took a step in, he saw one person came into view with a strong stench of old iron that was left to rust. A single stream of liquid flowed to the slayer's foot, showing off its horrid stench. With his eyes widened as the feeling of somewhat warm liquid on his foot, slowly he bent down to touch it. He knew what it was. But every cell denied what was there in front of him. His right hand, no the whole arm shook as the pinkette could not deny the red, crimson liquid oozing off of Natsu's index finger.

A/N: Well, before you rage, this is super short, heck, not even 500 words, chapter, because the next chapter is going to be the last. I didn't get as much attention with this story as much as I wanted, but I feel like I dragged this one for too long, and must come to the end. Well, I'll see you very soon with the finale. And as always,

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