< (Y/N)'s POV >

"Natsu, what the hell were you thinking?!" I yelled at him on the way back.

"Well, I didn't know where you were, and yelled." Natsu said bluntly, his head resting on his hand.

"Oh, thanks. You entirely blew that out the window, just for that, and I was going to be nice. We're taking the train back." Crossing my arms over my chest, I told Flavious over my shoulder to take us to the train station.

Natsu instantly groaned,"(Y/N)! Why?!"

"Because I can. And you're an idiot, you'll probably learn eventually. Actually, probably not." I was in a bad mood now. Natsu entirely blew how many jewels we would've gotten out the window. Sure, we were still paid, but not half as much as we would've gotten. Frankly, I was pissed.

Natsu was taken aback,"(Y/N)... You seem cranky."

"No, really? All of my rent money was just thrown out the window. You'd be pretty upset too, right?" I said, feigning innocence.

Sting and Rogue were silent, Sting biting his tongue occasionally to hold back laughter. I snapped at Natsu till we got to the train station, and Flavious finally went back to the spirit realm, where all of my dragon souls slept.

Natsu finally decided to shut up. I felt a pang of guilt for snapping at him so much, calling him stupid and ignorant and a lot of other things.

Once we got on the train, I sat alone, hoping no one would talk to me. Leavira, my Nature Dragon soul starting talking to me through my head, calming me down bit by bit.

She was a kind soul, not much of a fighter, and when summoned, was roughly the size of a dog. She, honestly, was adorable. Bright, forest green eyes stared up at me lovingly, her light green and slim body showing off some leaf decals almost, but it was just the way she looked, and her lack of wings made her stand out in my collection of souls.

To put it short: I loved her to bits.

< Natsu's POV >

I ticked her off. Stupid, Natsu, stupid! Don't yell for someone when they're obviously somewhere safe! I was mentally beating myself up, and then, when the train started moving, I instantly felt sick.

I almost collapsed onto Rogue, who'd probably kill me for doing so. Sting was looking into a different seat, (Y/N)'s seat, but I said nothing, even though I was ready to beat the hell out of him for even looking at her.

What? Am I not allowed to like someone?!

Sure, it's weird for me to like her and all, but I do! I would tell her, but she obviously doesn't like me back. I'm suprised she tolerates me! Lucy calls me stupid a lot, and tends to make me feel it too.

(Y/N)'s different. She'd never make me feel stupid or dumb, she'd prefer to have herself get hurt, then watch me take the pain. She's kinder then Lucy, by far. I'm not sure how I ever liked Lucy. (*coughs* Themboobstho... *coughs*)

Groaning, I started to fall asleep. It was easier then staying awake on this ride home, especially since I slept like a rock. Within seconds, I was out.

< (Y/N)'s POV >

I soon fell asleep, and a haunting memory plagued my dream. (BTW @egaerreader RECOMMENDED THIS IDEA THANKS BUD)

Flashback~~

I was training with my Dad, only a young girl, 11 years old at the time. He had taught me how to summon small souls, such as rabbits, or dogs, things of that nature.

My mom soon came out of the back door of our house, yelling to us that dinner was ready.

'No, not this...' I thought, being forced to watch this nightmare happen again.

Running into the house, we all sat down. We started to eat some chicken my mom had made for dinner. Her food was the best, always putting a grin on my face as we ate.

Soon after finishing, I was helping my mom with the dishes, when a knock sounded at our door. My dad stood up, saying that he would get it. My mom thanked him as he walked away, and we continued washing the dishes.

'No... Don't let him go! Make him come back! Leave them out there! Please!' I mentally cried, tears streaming down my face.

Hearing my dad open the door, he talked gruffly to some men standing outside our door. He let them in, them saying they were businessmen, who were here strictly there to speak to my dad.

He brought them to our living room, my mom and I unable to hear what they were talking about.

They started to get louder and louder, my dad eventually grabbing keys from his pocket and starting to summon souls to use. He had given me one, but always told me never to use it.

My mom started to panic, and took my key from me when he did. She yelled at my father for giving me such a dangerous thing at such a young age. I never understood what they meant, and why it was so bad to have the key.

I never asked. Bringing it up, even on accident, was the worst thing I could possibly do. It was the only reason my parents ever fought.

'Help him! Mom! Don't just stand there! Go to him!' There was nothing I could do, and had to stand there, frozen in my spot, tears streaming down my face. I wasn't even able to properly speak.

My dad hurried to my mom and I, telling us both to go, and quickly. He handed me the key discretely, so my mom didn't notice, and I tucked it away.

After that, we all hurriedly walked out the door, into the woods behind our house, and started running. We soon felt a flame burst past us, almost getting my mother and I, making her scream.

I turned around, and held up the key, but my mom wrenched it away from me, and used it herself, telling me to run as far and fast as I could.

I did so. She was so serious. I couldn't defy her now.

Turning, I started running the opposite way. I couldn't see her, but heard an agonizing scream from my mother, and a terrible roar. I stopped and hid behind a tree, waiting for all the noise to stop.

Once it was silent, I slowly made my way back to where I left my mom, softly calling "Mom?" On my way, incase she had gotten away from the fight.

I walked slower and slower as I neared the area, scared of what I might see.

I was right to be scared.

I saw my mom, limp on the ground, no blood or marks were on her, but she was almost deflated, as if her soul had been ripped out of her. There was awful muttering in my mind, I hated every minute of it, it was constantly telling me no one would ever be there for me. No one would ever love me again. No one wanted me alive.

I instead approached the area my mom was laying in. The key was above her hand as she was flat on her gut, her face off to the side. I didn't dare look at it. I wouldn't be able to bear looking at her face again.

I walked in front of her, and fell to my knees. The key beckoned to me, whispering of beautiful things, and that she wasn't really dead, just in an abyss, waiting to be freed.

I was the only one that could do it, with the soul inside the key of course. It was the only way to get her back.

I decided.

With a tear stained face, and a shaking body, I grabbed the key, and shoved it in my pocket. I stood up, and started to stumble away.

I never knew where I was going.

Never knew who I was going to find.

Never knowing if I would find a single soul anywhere in this woods.

The only thing I remembered about them is that my cousin, Rogue Cheney had disappeared in them a few years back, and still hasn't been found. I still don't know what happened to him, but I made a promise I would find him.

He had to be somewhere, how hard could it be?

TO BE CONTINUED