Fighting Oblivion

Epilogue

Epilogue

"Oh Lucy! Isn't this sooo cooolll?" It was the last day of the Grand Magic Games and Jason was thrilled with the action. I couldn't honestly say I was as impressed. None of the powerful guilds put up a team this year. Sabertooth didn't want to compete without Fairy Tail, and Lamia Scale, Mermaid Heel and Blue Pegasus wouldn't compete without Sabertooth.

This whole tournament was made up of all the minor guilds. I was glad they got to showcase their skills in a more balanced competition, but really they didn't hold a candle to the competitions from last year. I didn't even need to watch the final match up to know who the winner was going to be. I could write the article right now and hand it in. Honestly if Jason wasn't sitting right next to me I probably would be back at my place, cuddled up with my boyfriend or packing for my trip to Magnolia tomorrow.

I couldn't believe the reunion was so soon! Only a few more days and I'd get to see all my friends, my family! We'd be together again, rebuilding Fairy Tail. I hoped. These last few months absolutely flew by. I kept busy at Sorcerer's Weekly, and even more busy traveling back and forth to Gazania. Sting and I had seen each other pretty frequently. Once Jason read my article about my travels in Guiltana he seemed very eager to find any and every excuse to send me to Gazania, to send me to Sting.

I never said anything to Jason about it but I guess he could read between the lines and he became a little obsessed with my relationship with the young guildmaster. His manipulations and knowing smirks could give any matchmaker a run for their money. And I wasn't about to complain. I was able to make it to Sabertooth at least twice a month, and Sting had been to Crocus twice to see me, not counting this current trip.

Things had gotten so good with us, comfortable, we were really happy together. We hadn't really talked about what would happen after the reunion. I knew that if the other member's decided not to reform the guild he would offer me another spot in Sabertooth. But I didn't want to plan for failure. And I didn't want to plan for success either. I knew no matter what it wouldn't change what Sting and I had. Either way we'd see each other more. The train ride between our guilds was only 30 minutes, not even long enough for a dragon slayer to truly complain.

I smiled to myself, thinking of all the new opportunities I'd have to spend time with him.

"Where's Sting?" Jason's voice broke through my daydream.

"Oh, there was some guildmaster meeting he had to go to. He's gonna meet me back at my place once Scarmiglione wins."

"What? You think Scarmiglione will win?" He asked. "But Dullahan Head's been much better the whole competition."

"Please, Scarmiglione has been holding back in every event since the start."

"Why would they want to do that?" Jason asked.

I wished Sting were here, he would've known exactly what I was talking about. Scarmiglione had won every event but only juuuusttt barely. Like they were lucky, not skilled or powerful. But I knew luck had nothing to do with it. I could sense the power of their members and they had definitely been pulling their punches. Whether they were doing it so they could win with surprise ease in the final event or so they could fix the betting pool I wasn't sure. I didn't answer, fixing my gaze instead on the lacrima displaying the final battle.

"Well," Jason said, joining me as I leaned against the railing. "I don't know about all that. But man, these Games sure aren't as exciting as last year...but next year's going to be insane!"

"Jason," I warned. "You promised you wouldn't say anything!"

"Hey, hey," he said, putting his hands out defensively. "I'm a journalist of my word! Not a peep until you give me the exclusive! Soooo cooooolll!"