Thank you for all your support on the other story. I've decided to re-write this story.

Warning: This story is quite dark and gory. Please read the story at your own risk, and any input is welcomed and encouraged.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail

Blood.

Footsteps echoed from every corner, every direction, and every inch.

Ravaging eyes fixated on prey, and the sensation of rage and hunger swallowed the air.

Drip, Drip, Drop

An open wound was an easy target; blood seeping out and weighing down every hope of survival.

Eerie screams were followed by silence. He was alone. No noise, no footsteps – only the sound of his dying heartbeat.

With the little power he had left, he heaved himself off the bloodstained wood, and cradled his wounded arm. A small struggled push opened the crate that he had help sanctum. He gripped a small knife defensively and stumbled into the blood-soaked world.

The sight was horrific.

The young boy gaged; the air was thick with death, children were torn apart, women were caged, collared and drained of every ounce of blood left in their lifeless bodies. Men were hung from their necks, slaughtered like pigs and hung for prizes.

He took another step forward and slid onto the could ground, chocking up blood onto the already tainted grass. It felt like he was laying there forever, waiting for his death to arrive. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours…. He was still there, staring blankly at the knife he once was holding.

A shadowed figure walked up to him. They kneeled down, and he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. The figures voice was familiar, but he didn't recognize them. He still felt saved.

The once lit up sky was dark, and the only sensation he felt was the cool air. There was no noise, no people, and no emotions.

Drip, Drip, Drop.