"If this is to end in fire

Then we should all burn together

Watch the flames climb high into the night"

She sees fire. Red, burning, crazy fire that looks like it had been going for a couple days now with no intention of ever fizzing out.

She sees dragons. Hundreds upon thousands of massive dragons roaring in the skies as they scavenge the ground, but for what? Anything, or anyone. Any sign of life they hadn't yet extinguished. Any form of happiness or love that hadn't dissipated yet.

She sees smoke. Rising up from countless piles of ashes. Ashes that, if she looked closely, she could see had traces of...body parts in them. Bones. Melted skin. God, the stench. She tries to bring her hand to cover her nose, but she doesn't feel anything. Her arm…was gone.

She feels dead. Is she? Is this whole thing just a bad dream? Maybe it is and she'd been killed days ago when they opened up Eclipse. Maybe it was already all over.

And maybe she's just delusional.

She sees pink. Out of the corner of her eye to her left, she sees pink hair blowing gently in the wind. Face down. Body strung over a rock like seaweed. Natsu.

She tries to move her body. It doesn't work. She can't move. Paralyzed, but why? Out of fear? Has she actually been, in fact, immobilized? Maybe she could call one of her spirits to help her. Looking down, she scans her body and the nearby area for gold metal, but none is found.

"Natsu!" she tries to scream. No sound comes out, but a hoarse cough which results in blood spilling out and melting down her cheek onto the ground. He's far away, but she can tell that a couple of his body parts are missing, and his chest was still as stone.

Her vision gets fuzzy, maybe due to the tears that had developed in her eyes or her massive concussion she hadn't realized she had. She desperately tries to shake, move any inch of her body again and again to no avail.

She can feel thick, sticky blood pooling out from underneath her stomach, letting her know she was injured somewhere on her back as well.

It gets harder to breathe, but this time it's not a result of the smoke. She takes a last glance in the direction of her friend's corpse, and tries to cry out into the night. The flapping of dragon wings and collapsing of surrounding buildings drowns her voice out.

She sends up a prayer into the night sky. Begging for her friends, or anyone's at this point, safety. A prayer laced with countless apologies and regrets. A prayer that was never heard. One that never had a chance.

She sees fire...and then nothing at all.

A/N: I've had this just sitting in my archives for a while. It's super short, I know, but it's just a little drabble of what I thought would have happened if Lucy never stopped the gate from opening (if more than seven dragons were to have come out). I was thinking of doing Levy and everyone else also, but we'll see.