Disclaimer: I do not own Sting who belongs to Hiro Mashima, nor anything that is not my OC, Rezef and her epic sword Vazeriel. Jack Frost and Audra Tempest are not mine either. The Armour belongs to the French (amazing) author, Pierre Bottero. However, I do own the idea of a spirit world. Any resemblance to any existing material other than those mentioned is purely fortuity and not intentional.

The alliance team had won against the Oracion Seis and were currently partying with the Cait Shetler what they perceived as a good deed. They were having fun, dancing around as beer was flowing in rivers. The vestiges of the Nirvana were lying on the forest in the background, and the sun was slowly setting. Lucy was shouting at Natsu, trying to get him to give her her top back and Erza was trying to drown Jellal in a mug of alcohol. Wendy and Carla were smiling, joking with the trimen from Blue Pegasus whilst their leader was trying to gain Erza's attention. Grey and Leon were talking, whilst Sherry was making out with Ren, the only member of the trimen who was not trying to woo Wendy. Jera was standing behind his team, a proud smile on his features. Yes. Everything was perfect.

To them.

Rezef was coming back from destroying a dark guild. She was worried since her guild had not answered their lacrymas and she was flying at top speed to the mountains that she knew so well. Her family and her dwelt in a cave there, waiting for the right moment to act. She was impatient to meet them all again.

When Rezef noticed the giant stone structure that was sprawled all over the forest, a churning feeling gnawed at her stomach. What? Why? They had promised they would wait for her before awaking Nirvana. They knew perfectly well none of them would be able to control the dragon once they had started feeding it.

She forced her wings faster, and immediately her nose picked up a scent of burning. She swooped down from the heavens and found a patch of burnt trees in the middle of the forest. Letting her nose guide her, she landed in the middle of charred wood. The Elders had been blown up. Dread filled her. The only person she knew to handle explosives in her family was Racer. Looking around, fearing for her friends' lives, she stopped. A burnt corpse was at the epicentre of the explosion. As she neared the blackened body, she felt herself fill with fear. The corpse wore a jacket made of white and red leather. A racing jacket. She could also make out the remainders of a charred pair of racing goggles.

Racer.

She picked up scents from there on. Many different scents. Climbing up a little hill, she found more and more, which led her to a landslide. Hot-eye. She started running. Her steps brought her to the broken structure of the dragon. Climbing on its city like back, she smelt another scent she could not mistaken for anything else. The smell of poison. Running as if her life depended on it, she skidded to a halt in a little round opening. There laid both Cobra and his snake, dead.

"_no, no, NO!" she was a mess. Running like a maniac now, she searched in vain for a smell she could follow. She picked up Brain's. Her eyes widened. Brain's and Zero's. She entered the inner rooms of the Nirvana, making her way to the crystal Lacrymas whomever killed her family had to destroy in order to stop Nirvana. She found her 'father's' body beside one of them.

If even Zero had been defeated, what about Midnight? And Angel?

She took off the ground, her black wings soaring her through the air. Angel. She had to find Angel. Closing her eyes, she let the thoughts of the woman surround her. Soon enough, she felt a pull toward the right direction. Diving down to follow the path of a river, she caught a glimpse of white a little forward. Pressing her wings to go faster, she sped toward the floating corpse, hoping for a miracle. Angel disappeared from sight as she fell down the waterfall.

Without hesitation, Rezef flew after.

The water was rather cold and dragged her to the bottom of the pool. Rezef quickly caught sight of a pair of white wings and swam toward them. Her fingers grabbed white fabric, and her arms locked around the torso of a woman. Kicking the bottom to flow with the current underwater, knowing the strength of the waterfall would not allow them to swim straight up, Rezef surfaced again a few meters away. She dragged the unconscious woman to the shore and shook her.

"_wake."

Brown eyes shot open, as Angel chocked up the water she had swallowed. A look of relief crossed her face when she caught sight of her 'sister' and she let her body fall back to the ground.

"_ Fairy Tail..."

Her blood boiled. Fairy Tail had attacked her family. They had harmed her 'sister', killed her 'brothers'. She would get them back for this.

Wrapping her arms around the torso of the battered angel, she took off into the air to the cave where their belongings remained.

Rezef had left Angel at the cave to heal, whilst she went around trying to find Midnight. She hoped he had survived.

.

If there was a god above, he must have truly hated her that day.

.

Midnight had been killed. His white hair was mattered with dried blood, and flies had started attacking his body. His stomach displayed a horrible wound that made her body ache just looking at it, and she would not, could not let the people who did that go unpunished. Chasing the flies away from the body of her best friend, her 'brother', she clung to him.

"_Midnight..." tears slowly made their way down her face. "Midnight... you promised... you promised to be here because I was the only thing you had! Where are you! Come back!" she was sobbing, her shoulders aching and her own clothes tattered with blood. "Midnight..."

The earth split in half, the mountains opened, the seas parted when Rezef built four tombstones in the middle of the decays of the great dragon of balance, Nirvana.

You didn't need to be a doctor to be able to notice that Angel was sick. The woman did not utter a word and spent her days looking at the entrance of the cave, waiting for Cobra to come through. They had been dating before all this. Rezef closed her eyes, burying herself in the soft fur of Midnight's jacket. She had token his spare from the pack of clothes before tossing everything that belonged to the dead away. Angel had wanted to keep the little earrings Cobra had, which were a winged snake. Cuberios. Rezef could tell the woman ached. She didn't eat, barely talked and refused to sleep. The few times tiredness finally managed to win her over, the woman had woken up from a nightmare in which she saw Cobra shouting at her she had failed them.

Rezef didn't want to admit. Nevertheless, she also had them.

She carried with her the guilt of their deaths. Had she not lacked behind because she was tired, she would have been able to save them all. Had she not token this bloody mission, Cobra would still be there and Angel would be happy. It was all her fault.

No, not hers.

Fairy Tail's.

Rezef knew Fairy Tail was not the only guild to have made up the light team, but she mainly held a grudge against them, as they were the one to have killed her nakama. And the dragon. They had killed a dragon.

.

Rezef had gone hunting for food. Angel was eating a little again, but she knew the woman was not feeling any better. She was merely trying to get Rezef to leave the cave for a few hours. So she had left. She felt the heavy burden of Angel's decision in her heart. She could have stayed in the cave; she could have prevented her from doing this. But no. The woman had made her choice. She would go and be free with Cobra.

.

When Rezef came back to her cave, that night, Angel's body was slowly balancing down from the ceiling. She walked to the dead corpse, cut the rope and brought the woman's body to the clearing.

She turned back as she left. One last glance. Cobra's tomb had been opened, and Angel now laid in there as well, beside her love and his snake. Tears pooled in her eyes. She would not cry. Putting her hood up, she strode away.

Nox, the nightwalker had just begun her chase.

The earth swallowed the clearing with the four tombs, as a little hill was formed. Grass covered the brown earth, and flowers blossomed as if this cold December was summer. A blank stone overlooked the clearing, standing proudly at the top of the hill.

She had spent days and days thinking. What was she going to become, now that her guild was dead? Would she carry on the task they had born or would she fade into the shadows, going back where she belongs?

The second option was taunting, inviting. It laid in her mind, springing to the front of her thoughts every time she regretted her choice. Leaving would have been easier.

Yeah, but since when did she chose the easy path?