Having Fun in Fairy Tail

"You're strong. Like, really strong," Shimazaki admitted with a grin, his eyes scanning the five opponents in front of him. He was bruised, blood dripping from a wound on his fist, but he still looked annoyingly relaxed.

Cobra had been a problem—his sharp hearing let him dodge punches that should've been impossible to avoid, even with teleportation.

Natsu and Gray? They were impressive, but not game-changing. Natsu's instincts were downright terrifying, landing a few hits that Shimazaki hadn't seen coming. Gray's ice magic was frustrating, constantly forcing him to stay on the move.

Racer? Not so much. His slow magic was a pain, but Shimazaki had found ways to work around it.

And then there was Erza. She was, well… Erza. Her Requip magic was ridiculously versatile, and some of her armors were downright infuriating to deal with—like her Purgatory Armor.

He glanced down at his injured hand, the blood dripping from a hole in his fist. That armor's spike had caught him off guard when he punched through it, but the pain barely registered. He shrugged it off like it was nothing.

Erza, on the other hand, looked a little startled that he could take the injury so casually.

Shimazaki's smile widened as he wiped the blood on his robe. They're tough, no doubt… but I need to take them out before the boss makes his move.

"Ya know, if you just let us take Nirvana, I'd be real happy to skip this fight," Shimazaki said casually, his eyes flicking between Cobra and Racer.

Erza's grip tightened on her sword, her glare sharp.

"As if we'd let you take something like that!" Natsu shouted, flames sparking around him.

Racer wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, frowning. "Nirvana is our only chance at salvation," he muttered.

Cobra stayed quiet, his sharp eyes narrowing as he stared at Shimazaki with a deep frown.

Shimazaki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright then, guess I'll have to speed things up. Don't blame me for what happens next."

Before he could act, a smaller figure stepped into the fray, walking toward them with a calm, almost lazy stride. "That's enough, Shimazaki. It's time."

Shimazaki relaxed instantly, shrugging as he stood back. "Fine, fine. So, what do you think of them?"

The smaller man's gaze swept over the group—Fairy Tail and Oración Seis alike—before settling on the mages. "They're strong," he said simply. "Fairy Tail, you've proven yourselves. And Oración, you're not bad either."

Before anyone could respond, Shimazaki vanished in an instant. A startled cry broke through the battlefield, and he reappeared moments later with Wendy in his grasp, holding her firmly but not roughly.

"We'll be taking her. She's… important to us," Shimazaki said with a faint grin before vanishing again.

He reappeared moments later next to his companions, now joined by two more people. Erza quickly noticed the swordsman looked bruised and battered, but he was still smiling. The larger man, however, seemed completely untouched—he hadn't fought anyone at all.

The smaller man gave a slight nod to the group. "Goodbye, Fairies and Prayers. It's been… interesting."

"Get back here!" Natsu roared, flames igniting around him as he charged forward.

Erza and Racer rushed alongside him, the latter throwing out his magic to slow the group. But it wasn't enough. Racer's spell shattered, his eyes widening in shock.

Erza was the first to reach them, her sword swinging down in a powerful arc toward the larger man in the group. But just as the blade was about to connect, they vanished, leaving only empty air where they had stood.

–

I looked around, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Fear gripped me as I took in the four figures around me. They were dark mages. Dangerous. One of them even had blood dripping from his right fist.

"Why'd we take the kid?" the largest one growled, his deep voice sending chills down my spine. He glanced at me like I was nothing. "We should just get rid of the garbage."

I froze, my hands trembling as his words sank in. He wanted to get rid of me.

"No," said the smaller one sharply, his voice calm but firm. He was barely taller than me—why was someone so small part of a dark guild? But I stopped myself. No, Wendy, don't think like that. He's probably an adult, just short. Don't underestimate him.

"She's not expendable," he continued, his tone colder now. "And the mission wasn't to kill anyone. Have you forgotten that?"

I wanted to run, to scream, but my legs felt like jelly, and the words caught in my throat. I just stood there, frozen, trying to breathe as the reality of my situation set in. What do they want with me?

"Come on," the teleporter said, his sharp, squinted eyes locking on me. His tone was calm, almost casual, but it made my stomach twist in fear. "Into the cave. Let's go."

I followed, my legs trembling as I tried to keep up. The cave was dimly lit, the air cold and damp. My breath hitched as I saw what lay inside—bodies. Unconscious people scattered everywhere.

I froze for a second, panic bubbling up. But as I looked closer, I realized they were still alive. I could sense it, somehow.

My eyes darted around, recognizing some of them. They were mages from guilds working under Oración Seis. Is this… their base?

"You three, guard the entrance," the smaller man said, his tone light, almost cheerful, as if he didn't notice or care about the horror surrounding us. He moved deeper into the cave, and I had no choice but to follow.

The further we went, the fewer bodies there were. The silence grew heavier with each step until his voice suddenly cut through it.

"You can talk, you know," he said, his tone unnervingly calm. I flinched, my eyes snapping to him. He looked over his shoulder at me, his expression unreadable. "I'm not going to kill you. Far from it."

I clenched my fists, my body trembling as I stared at him, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to talk to someone who took me away from Carla."

He tilted his head slightly, watching me for a moment. "I see," he said simply, his voice softer now but no less unsettling.

I looked away, biting my lip as fear clawed at me. What do they want with me?

"I found something interesting while searching the forest for Nirvana," the smaller man said, his voice almost casual. "I don't know how, but Brain—the master of Oración Seis—managed to find a body. The body of a mage who knows exactly where Nirvana is."

His words sent a chill down my spine, but when we stepped further into the cave and I saw what he meant, my heart nearly stopped.

There, bound in heavy metal chains, was Jellal.

He wasn't dead, but he didn't seem alive either. His body hung limply, his head tilted forward, and there was something… wrong about him. Something unnatural.

I froze, unable to look away, my legs trembling so badly I thought I might collapse. "W-w-why… why is he here?" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

The smaller man turned slightly to glance at me, his expression unreadable. "Ah, so you know him," he said lightly, almost amused. "I thought you might."

I couldn't stop shaking. My chest felt tight, my breathing uneven. I wanted to run, to scream, to do anything—but I couldn't move. Jellal… what happened to you?

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I stared at him, my voice trembling. "Wh-what are you going to do to him?"

The man gave a faint smile, his calm demeanor only making everything worse. "That depends," he said simply. "On how useful he is."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to stop myself from crying. 

Be strong, Wendy. A lady doesn't cry. Carla's voice echoed in my mind, her words the only thing keeping me from breaking down completely.

I swallowed hard, taking deep, shaky breaths, my hands trembling as I forced myself to look at the smaller man. "W-why… why are you showing me this?" I asked, my voice barely holding together.

He smiled faintly, his calm demeanor making my fear spike even higher. "Heal him," he said simply, his tone matter-of-fact. "Do that, and you'll be free to go back to your friends."

Before I could say anything, he stepped behind me. I turned quickly, panic flooding my chest as I saw him seal the only exit. The faint glow of his magic left the entrance blocked, trapping me inside with him—and Jellal.

My knees felt weak, and I gripped my arms tightly, trying to stop them from shaking. "W-what if I c-can't?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

He didn't answer, his back still turned as he walked further into the cave. The silence was deafening, and the weight of the situation pressed down on me like I couldn't breathe.

"I know you can," he said, his voice warm. "I wouldn't have brought you here if you couldn't."

I turned back to look at him, determination settling in. I'll save you, Jellal, and then I'll help everyone!

–

So she's made up her mind. If she couldn't do it, I would've just healed him myself, I thought with a shrug, watching the display of dragon slayer magic in front of me. Wendy's magic was impressive—a rare and powerful ability. She wasn't strong yet, but her potential was undeniable.

Hmm? My attention shifted as I sensed someone fighting one of my puppets nearby. It was Driscoll. Switching my view to his, I saw Brain and Hoteye clashing with the Quincy clone.

Driscoll was easily the weakest of my creations, being the first puppet I ever made. Still, he was holding his own—for now.

The idea of building a guild that could challenge the main cast from time to time crossed my mind again. It seemed like a fun way to keep things interesting. But I'd need to come up with more characters to add to it. Guess I'll start brainstorming later.

Wendy's healing magic finally came to an end as Jellal's eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked confused, disoriented, but the chains holding him snapped easily with just the slightest pressure.

Huh? Before I could process what was happening, Jellal moved his arm in a sweeping motion toward me.

'Harden,' I thought instinctively, but it wasn't enough. A blast of magic slammed into me, sending my body hurtling through the cave walls like I was nothing.

I felt four presences enter the cave through a small hole in the ceiling as I lay buried under the debris from smashing through the walls.

Lessen gravity.

The weight around me lightened, and the chunks of rock and debris began to float, freeing me as I slowly stood up. My eyes caught Jellal's body disappearing in a flash of light magic.

'Perfect,' I muttered under my breath, letting out a sigh as I turned to see Gray, Natsu, and the two Exceeds staring at me. Wendy was unconscious on the ground nearby.

"What's a kid doing in a dark guild?" Gray asked, his tone sharp as he shifted into a stance, ready to cast his magic.

Huh, looks like Jellal's blast destroyed my cape, I thought, glancing down at myself.

"Nothing that concerns you, Gray Fullbuster," I said with a smirk, my tone calm but mocking. As I stretched and flexed my mana, the air in the cave shifted.

The ground trembled beneath us, and I noticed the two mages' eyes widen in surprise.

I'd created something special—an illusionary pool of mana that allowed me to draw from it without worrying about running out. I could feel the energy swirling around me, ready to use. This was going to be interesting.

"Take the girl. I don't need her anymore," I said flatly, my tone calm but firm. "I have no interest in fighting you, Fairy Tail. Our mission here is complete."

But, of course, the two Fairy Tail wizards weren't about to let me walk away so easily.

Natsu charged at me, his fist blazing with fire, while Gray hung back, focusing his magic to form icy structures.

I moved quickly, faster than either of them could react, forming hand signs as I activated a spell I had envisioned long ago.

"Grimoire of Baal: Stone Imprisonment!"

The ground beneath them trembled as jagged stone erupted around Natsu and Gray, forming a swirling cage that closed in tightly, locking them in place.

"What the hell is this?!" Gray shouted, struggling against the stone prison closing around him.

"Hey, you little punk! Let me out so I can knock you flat!" Natsu roared, flames flickering uselessly as he tried to break free.

I walked past their rocky prisons, barely glancing at them. "This spell will wear off in ten minutes," I said calmly. "You can't escape it. It's designed to hold you no matter what."

"Goodbye, brats," I said, hearing Natsu's enraged roar behind me as he struggled to break free. The two Exceeds stayed silent, not daring to stop me as I left.

Outside, the battle raged on. All three of my puppets were still fighting.

Driscoll was losing badly to the two Oración Seis mages. Shimazaki was barely holding his own against Cobra. Did the dragon slayer get stronger in such a short time? Or is Shimazaki starting to weaken?

My last puppet, my strongest, was locked in a one-on-one fight with Erza. She was relentless, as expected.

My thoughts were interrupted as Shimazaki fell. He hit the ground hard, unconscious. He'd taken too much damage—fighting five opponents earlier had drained him completely, and now he was paying the price.

Come to me.

Shimazaki's body appeared in front of me, battered and poisoned. Cobra's dragon slayer magic had clearly done its job, and the bite marks from his snake confirmed it.

I sighed, placing my hand over Shimazaki. In an instant, his wounds vanished, and his mana was fully restored. But the cost was steep—my own mana reserves had taken a significant hit.

Sharrkan, we're retreating. Driscoll, finish them off with my mana, I commanded, my swordsman appearing in front of me just as my larger puppet surged with newfound strength—the strongest boost it had ever received in its short existence.

—

Driscoll, the behemoth of a man, stood bleeding heavily, his massive form covered in wounds. But his opponents weren't in much better shape. Brain's staff lay shattered on the ground, and Hoteye was bleeding from head to toe. Brain's left eye was gone, blood dripping from the empty socket.

"AHAHAHA!" Driscoll roared, his booming laughter echoing across the battlefield. "This is the end, you worms!"

Suddenly, his mana surged, exploding outward in a terrifying wave far greater than before.

"What… what is this?!" Brain gasped, his remaining eye wide with shock.

"This power is incredible," Hoteye muttered, his voice trembling. But then he straightened, a wild grin spreading across his face. "But no matter how powerful you are, it's nothing in the face of money!"

The ground beneath Driscoll turned soft, liquefied by Hoteye's magic. "Die and make me rich!" Hoteye shouted, his fists clenched tightly.

But before his attack could land, the surge of Driscoll's mana blasted outward, pulverizing the softened earth around him as if it were nothing. Driscoll's feral grin widened, his bloodied face twisted in madness as his fists, now encased in an iron-like shell of mana, slammed together with a deafening boom.

"Die!" he roared.

In an instant, a spear of pure mana erupted from his hands, piercing through Brain's torso like it was paper. Blood sprayed into the air as Brain crumpled to his knees.

Hoteye barely had time to react before another mana spear tore through his chest. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stumbled back, gasping.

"Stop babbling about money, you trash," Driscoll growled, his voice dripping with malice. The puppet's crazed smile stretched even wider as he felt his mana replenish endlessly, feeding his bloodthirsty rage. His wild eyes gleamed with a feral madness, ready to tear apart anything in his path.

Driscoll loomed over Brain and Hoteye, his fists crackling with mana as he prepared to finish them off.

"This is it for you weaklings!" he growled, his bloodied grin wide as he raised his hand for the final blow.

But before he could strike, a blinding beam of light shot into the sky from a distance, cutting through the dark clouds like a blade. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the air grew heavy with a strange, oppressive energy.

Driscoll froze, his crazed smile fading as he turned his head toward the source of the light.

"The hell is that?" he muttered, his voice low and guttural.

Even in his bloodthirsty haze, Driscoll couldn't ignore the power emanating from it. "Tch… what now?" he growled, his fists lowering slightly as he stared at the spectacle, momentarily distracted from his prey.

"Dark Gravity!" Brain shouted, his magic forcing Driscoll's feet to sink into the ground.

"What?!" Brain's eyes widened in shock. The spell should've increased gravity threefold, pinning the behemoth in place—but Driscoll barely flinched.

"Tch," Driscoll grunted, moving his hand with a casual wave.

Before Brain could react, an unseen force slammed down on him like a crushing weight. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud, the sheer pressure pinning him flat. His eyes widened in disbelief before he passed out cold.

Driscoll didn't even spare a glance at the trembling Hoteye. Instead, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the beam of light piercing the sky. Without hesitation, he rushed toward it, a voice echoing in his head: Do what you want with Nirvana, Driscoll.

A gruesome, bloodthirsty smile spread across his face as he charged ahead, the thrill of destruction driving him forward.

–

"Jellal, it's me—Erza!" she called out firmly, her eyes darting between him and the glowing magical seals connecting him to Nirvana.

Jellal turned to face her, his expression blank but curious. "Erza…" he murmured, the name triggering something faint in his mind.

"You know me," she pressed, stepping closer. "You don't have to do this. Stop the spell."

"I don't remember," he admitted flatly, glancing down at the glowing mark on his chest. "But I need to end this. Destroying Nirvana—and myself—is the only way to fix what I've done."

"It's not," Erza said sharply, taking another step forward. "This won't fix anything. Stop it before it's too late."

Jellal hesitated for only a moment before shaking his head. "There's no other way."

The glow on his chest brightened, and Nirvana's structure rumbled ominously as the magic intensified. Time was almost up.

"What a touching reunion!" Driscoll's voice boomed as he crashed to the ground like a meteor, the impact sending shockwaves through the earth. Mana exploded outward from him in a violent surge, crackling like a raging storm.

"Heilig Pfeil!" he roared, summoning an enormous spear of pure mana. The weapon shot forward with impossible speed, its sheer force slicing through the air like a cannon blast.

Jellal's eyes widened as he reacted instinctively, diving toward Erza and pulling her with him. The two narrowly evaded the spear as it whizzed past them, its energy scorching the ground beneath it.

The spear collided with the self-destruction mechanism of Nirvana, shattering it instantly. The magical seal on Jellal's chest flickered and broke at the same moment, its connection severed.

"No!" Jellal cried out, his voice filled with despair as he realized what had happened.

Erza scrambled to her feet, her sword ready, but her gaze locked onto Driscoll. His sheer presence was overwhelming, his bloodthirsty grin and the mana radiating from him making it clear—he was no ordinary opponent.

Erza tightened her grip on her sword as the ground trembled beneath Driscoll's overwhelming mana.

In an instant, he vanished, reappearing right in front of her with a massive mana spear in hand. His movements were quick, precise, and brutal. The air crackled with energy as he swung the spear in a devastating cleave aimed directly at her.

Erza reacted immediately, raising her sword to block, but the moment their weapons connected, her sword shattered with a deafening crack. The sheer force of his swing sent a shockwave rippling outward, and her eyes widened in disbelief as fragments of her blade scattered around her.

Just as the spear's edge was about to strike her, a blinding beam of light tore through the air, slamming into Driscoll with immense force. The impact sent him flying backward, sparing Erza from the deadly blow.

Erza didn't hesitate. She launched a counterattack, knowing he was stronger—but she could be faster.

In a flash of light, her armor shifted to her Flight Armor, the magic of the armor boosting her speed dramatically. She blurred around Driscoll, her movements nearly impossible to track. Her twin swords flashed like streaks of light as she unleashed a relentless flurry of strikes.

Driscoll's banded gauntlets met many of her attacks, the metallic clang of steel on steel echoing through the battlefield. His reflexes were sharp, deflecting blow after blow with fast movements, but even he couldn't keep up with her speed.

Each strike pushed him back slightly, forcing him to stay on the defensive as Erza's swords danced around him in a blur of flashing metal. The ground beneath their feet cracked from the sheer intensity of their battle, sparks flying with every clash.

A brilliant light appeared above them, illuminating the battlefield with an intense glow.

"Erza, get out of there!" Jellal's voice rang out, filled with newfound determination.

Erza didn't hesitate, dashing away from the area just as Driscoll turned his gaze upward, frowning at the light gathering above him.

"Seven stars, pass your judgement—Grand Chariot!" Jellal shouted.

Seven points of light aligned in the sky, forming the shape of the Grant Chariot constellation. In an instant, beams of pure magical energy rained down, slamming into Driscoll with incredible force. The impact lit up the battlefield, the explosion shaking the ground and sending shockwaves ripping through the air.

Driscoll gritted his teeth, his body straining against the overwhelming power. With a guttural roar, he unleashed a massive surge of mana, the energy exploding outward in a violent wave to meet the celestial spell head-on.

The clash of forces was blinding. Trees were uprooted and sent flying like twigs, and the ground cracked beneath the pressure. Even the beam of Nirvana trembled and fractured as the entire area shook, the collision of power sending tremors across the battlefield like a massive earthquake.

From the wreckage, Jellal pulled Erza to her feet, his eyes locked on the figure emerging from the smoke. Driscoll stood there, his body battered and fuming, his Stern Ritter uniform torn to shreds. His gaze burned with pure hatred as he raised his hands, summoning another spear of mana.

"I won't be defeated by the likes of you!" Driscoll roared, his voice shaking the air. "I'll advance to Expert Rank in the guild, no matter what!"

He hurled the spear with deadly force. Jellal could dodge it—but not with Erza in tow.

Just as he braced himself, a massive wall of rock shot up from the ground, intercepting the spear mid-air. The explosion sent debris flying, but the attack was stopped.

"Fairy Tail's cavalry is here!" a deep voice bellowed.

Jellal turned to see Jura standing tall, his presence solid and unshaken. Behind him, Natsu, Gray, Wendy, and the Exceeds charged forward, their energy surging despite the chaos.

Natsu grinned, flames roaring around his fists. "Let's finish this guy!"

But it wasn't just them. Members of Blue Pegasus and Lamia Scale stood behind Jura, bruised and bloodied but still determined. Lucy was among them, gripping her keys tightly, her gaze fixed on Driscoll. Members of Blue Pegasus carried the unconscious forms of Midnight and Angel over their shoulders, their guildmates incapacitated but accounted for.

"You weaklings!" Driscoll roared, his mana surging outward in a violent wave. "Only good for swarming your betters!"

The ground trembled as his power flared, and everyone tensed, readying themselves for his next move.

But before he could attack, Driscoll's body wavered. His eyes rolled back, and with a heavy thud, he collapsed face-first into the ground.

–

The fight was finally over, and I felt like collapsing right there. My legs ached, my arms felt like jelly, and all I wanted was a warm bath and some sleep.

"Hey, Lucy!" Natsu's voice rang out as he jogged over to me, his energy somehow still annoyingly high. "I heard you took down that Angle girl!"

"Angel, Natsu. Angel," I corrected, sighing as I held up the golden keys I'd taken from her. "She even had golden keys, can you believe that?"

Natsu's eyes lit up as he leaned in to look at them. "Whoa, cool! So, are there any strong ones left I can fight?"

I stared at him, deadpan. "Seriously? We just finished fighting, Natsu. I'm exhausted, and you're still thinking about more fights?"

He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "What? I didn't get to fight anyone super strong this time!"

I groaned, shaking my head. "Unbelievable." Honestly, I didn't know how he had so much energy left.

"Wizards of the Coalition, I am proud of each and every one of you!" Jura's voice suddenly boomed, drawing everyone's attention.

"Oración Seis has been defeated," he continued. "Only Cobra remains at large, but he will be found and dealt with. The rest of the members are in custody, and the Nirvana magic has been resealed during the fight against this man."

I followed his gesture, my eyes landing on the massive figure of Driscoll. Even now, unconscious and defeated, he looked terrifying.

I shuddered. I've never been so scared of anyone in my life.

I never thought I'd encounter someone with so much mana in my life. It was overwhelming—Driscoll's sheer presence had been enough to tear apart the terrain around him like it was nothing.

"Huh," a voice said behind me, breaking the uneasy silence.

Like everyone else in the Coalition, I spun around quickly, my heart racing. Standing there was another man from the same guild as Driscoll—a swordsman. He was tall, strikingly handsome, and carried himself with an unsettling confidence.

"You actually managed to take down Driscoll," he said, smirking slightly. "Impressive." He raised his hands in mock surrender, the smirk never leaving his face. "Relax, I'm not here to fight. Our mission is finished."

I tightened my grip on my golden keys, ready to summon Tauros at a moment's notice.

"Wait—he can't be bad!" Sherry exclaimed, her voice sharp but laced with something else, almost like… love? She pointed directly at him.

I stiffened, my eyes narrowing as I stared at the man. I remember him, I thought uneasily. He'd cut through Jura's spells like they were nothing. He fought against Lamia Scale and me at the same time before I broke off to take Angel down.

"Speak, dark wizard," Jura demanded, his voice firm and commanding. "What is your goal? What is your guild? And why were you fighting against us if it wasn't for Nirvana?"

The man chuckled, the sound low and almost amused. "For Nirvana? Don't take that magic at face value," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "It was just a mission—a job someone posted on our guild board. We took it because it was said to be worth a rank promotion. Who'd want to pass up an opportunity like that?"

Rank? I thought, my eyes narrowing. Like S-Rank missions and stuff?

"So, you're not S-Rank in your guild?" Erza asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.

"Me? S-Rank?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, sweetheart, not even close. It's impossible. Even Driscoll over there isn't S-Rank. Our guild is so strict about S-Rank that the Master split A-Rank into three levels: Novice, Intermediate, and Expert. Driscoll's Intermediate. I'm just a Novice."

I felt my eyes widen in shock. "He's not S-Rank?" I muttered, unable to believe it. Driscoll wasn't even their strongest?

"We're a coalition of 12 guilds," he explained casually. "Each guild has its own S-Rank—the guild master—and above all of them is our master. Simple, right?"

"My guild was called Sindria before the merge," the swordsman said casually, his tone light but confident. "I'm one of the Eight Generals. Name's Sharrkan Amun-Ra. Nice to meet you all. Fighting you was a lot of fun."

He glanced over at Driscoll, smirking. "Hey, Driscoll, you know you're not getting that rank up, right?"

"I know," Driscoll grumbled, his massive frame looking even heavier as he slumped slightly.

Sharrkan laughed. "Good luck dealing with that mess. You really screwed up. Anyway, see you around." He turned to us, his sharp green eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, and Wendy, right? Gremmy wanted me to give you something. Said you were impressive."

He pulled out a small white sphere that seemed to hold swirling wind inside and handed it to Wendy. "It's for the whole… kidnapping thing," he said with a shrug.

Before anyone could respond, the teleporter appeared behind him, placing a hand on Sharrkan's shoulder.

"Bye-bye!" Sharrkan said with a grin, waving at us as the two of them disappeared in an instant.

What the hell did we just get dragged into? I thought as I slumped to the ground, exhausted. I could feel a headache coming on, and I knew it was going to be a bad one.

–

Ta-da, here is the second chapter

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