A Shadow's Light

Never judge a book by it's cover

" Explain to us, what you mean? " Lucy exclaimed in shock. Sting didn't have the time for this. Actually, he did. He just couldn't bare it. His heart was aching and he just couldn't take all of this in at once. It happened so suddenly.

Erza noticed that Lector was missing, only until he came back carrying a medium-sized plate, handing it over to Sting. " Uhh, Sting? What's that for? " She questioned curiously. Sting slowly stood up and passed the plate over to Lucy.

" Lucy, drop the plate. " He instructed her and feeling the intimidation, or rather; the true meaning behind this sudden request, she did as she was told. The plate fell and shattered at their feet. Lucy squealed in surprise before looking back into the eyes of the Sabertooth member.

" W-why did you make me do that? " Sting looked down, feeling the gaze of the small group had fallen all on him. " The plate, can you mend it back together? " He whispered under his breath. " No, I can't. " Lucy replied, feeling a shudder in her body.

Sting looked back up at her with a weak smile. " When you scrunch up a piece of paper, can you straighten it out again perfectly? " Another question, another sentence, same meaning, same answer. " No, I can't. But.-- " Before she could finish she was cut off by Sting.

" I rest my case. " And with that, he walked off. He shoved his hands in his pockets followed by Lector. Lucy, and the rest of the gang stood there dumbfounded.

Erza pulled the gang in a tight circle. " We need to look furthur into this. I'm so curious right now. " The others nodded in agreement, they looked over to the once retreating Sting, only to the find he had stopped in his path, and was staring back at them. 

" You should never, judge a book by it's cover. " He said with a final twist of his head, continuing his walk away from the guild's most powerful team. Lucy gulped, Natsu stared almost ready to pick a fight, Gray stood behind him ready to take him down if he tried and Erza had rested her chin in her hands in a deep thought.

... Just what is it he's trying to tell us?