*Please note: this next part of the story is taking place about a year before the Fairytail group comes backalive from their 7 year "vacation". There is a time gap, and in this time the main character joined another guild. This is during the Grand Magic Games. 😜*

"Come on, you can do it, Flare!" I yelled from across the arena as I narrowly evaded an attack from Rogue. Flare Corona, my friend and partner, was fighting, and sorely losing, to Sting from the Sabertooth guild. To be honest,I wasn't doing good myself, but that was because I was trying not to stand out. I used my ice makemagic on public, and my other magic sparingly. 

Suddenly, a smack of magic hit me in the face, and I yelped and flew back about 5 feet. I landed flat on my back, with the wind knocked out of me. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and I knew I had broke a rib out two. 

"Is the ice wizard of Raventail already out of the match?" Said the announcer to the crowds. 

"Shut up," I said back.

I held my hand to my chest and while obscuring what I was doing to the rest of Raventail, I used Healing Hand on my rib. I could slowly feel my body  mending itself, and all I could think of was how many times me and-

No! I thought too myself, shaking my head, You do not think about the past!

"Demi!" Flare said, using my nickname. I looked up, and saw that she was running to me. 

"Don't worry, I'm all right." I took a deep breath just to make sure. "Now," I continued, "let's beat these cats so hard they won't know what hit them" 

Flare looked at me with the concern that only she could give me without a punch to the gut. 

I sighed. "Okay, look. I'm gonna do something, but I don't want the other guild members to see. Can you do something for me? I only need two minutes."

She nodded her head, with a nervous but trusting look on her face. 

"Two minutes." She said.

"It looks like  the ice-fire duo is still fighting! What's this?" Said the annoying announcer to the crowd. "It looks like the pair is going to do some sort of combo attack!"

After that point, I zoned him and the rest of the world out. I would need all of my focus to not make it too flashy. 

"Yo! Ying-yang dragon slayers! You ready to get your rear end kicked so bad you won't be able to feel it for a week?" I taunted them with the loudest and most confident voice I had.

"So she actually talks!" Sting. "Although I have to say, I feel kind of bad, having to beat up a pair of girls."

"Let's just hope the dragonslayers don't harm the pretty girls faces!" Said the announcer.

That's also when the temperature literally dropped.