Glass Ring of Time (Fairy Tail FanFic)

Chapter 4

It came to them just like magic. Freed had the book opened in front of him and grinned with delight.

Levy glanced over and raised her eyebrow, "What did you find?"

"The cure."

"Y-You did!?"

His smile grew as he scanned the words with his fingertip.

"What is it? What does it need?" the blue haired girl questioned. She slide down the bench and glazed over his shoulder. In the corner of the page was inked: 'Medela Stulti'

"The caster and other mage gather around in a circle. Within the circle there are several things surrounding the target. An eel's slime. Giant's fur." He went on and on with the details on the spell.

"This shouldn't be much of a problem," Levy gave him a small smile. Everything was starting to look better.

Everyone was inform, and each raced their own ways on getting the supplies. Natsu sat in her room and held her hand tightly. "Freed found a cure! You're gonna get better!"

She smiled. Even after all this, she believe his honest words with all of her heart. There was no way he would lie, not to her at least.

She was laying up in her bed with pillows tucked behind her. A bandage was wrapped around her arm as tubes were connected. Now she didn't have to feel this un-comfort once more.

...

Hope was lost.

They searched through the books and finally thought they found the cure, but instead, it was failed miserably. They surrounded the room and placed the instruments throughout it. Each of them chanted the words. In one blast of smoke, it was deemed as a failure.

The Fire Dragon Slayer didn't even have the heart to face his dear beloved girlfriend.

He stood outside and watched the night sky.

Everything seemed hopeless.

Their one slim chance failed. Everyone gotten proud in themselves for finally finding it, after all of the research, sweat, tears, and time it took. It exploded in their faces.

It was deemed incurable by those within the guild and out.

Every doctor who visited had no answer to what ill the Celestial Spirit Mage had. Porlyusica was no where to be seen or heard; even after they sent a few guild members to her home in the forest.

It was as if she had vanished without a trace.

It wasn't just Wendy who had no cure, but everyone in Fiore.

The moon swayed along the unruly trees and he sighed. The air was starting to get chilly and he went inside the guild. Before leaving, he peeked inside of the girl's room.

She was crying. Her brown eyes held no hope nor their usually brightness.

Gray held her hand and stayed close to her side. His other arm was around her shoulders as she shook with sorrow.

The pink haired licked his dried lips. He couldn't do anything to stop his girlfriend's misery. He tried opening the door and entering the room, but he felt his presence would only bring more pain.

She knew the truth. She was going to die. Every whimper of hope diminished and they were left with nothing but the truth. Her skin was as pale as ice, and as cold as the Icemaker. She was practically a dead person.

He could not face her.

Not now.

He failed as a boyfriend. He failed as her partner. He failed as her guardian.

"I will kill you for making Lucy cry!"

Who was he suppose to kill now? There was no one to blame. Everyone has done their part, but him. All he has done was slow everyone else down. All that he has done was watch Lucy sleep, and damage the others progress. He has done nothing for this problem.

He punched the wall.

"I'm sorry, Lucy."

That night, he left the town in a black cloak.

...

The boy pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and matched the words to the building. "So this the place." He threw the paper behind him and walked to the door. He passed a patch of dirt with a flower on top.

Without even a knock, he slammed the door opened.

An elder woman squealed. "Who?! What?!" She jumped out of her chair and grabbed a lamp; the closest thing near her.

"I heard you dabble in medicine?" the cloaked boy stated more of a question.

"Yes. But that doesn't mean you can just stomp in here!" she snapped. She placed the lamp back on the counter and felt her chest. She tried to breath evenly so her heartbeat would calm down. "Bout givin' me a heart attack, boy."

He ignored her. "Do you have anything for diseases?"

That got her attention. She glanced up and stared into the darkness that the hood caused over his face. "I may. Counts on what kind of disease."

"No one knows."

"Then how I am suppose to treat it, runt?"

"No one knows what she has. But each day she gets worst and worst. She's going to die soon if she doesn't get treated."

The woman gave him a look of sympathy, as if the same thing happened to her, "I'm sorry but my ware is for specific illnesses."

He grunted and left the building without a glance back. That was his 14th stop from Magnolia, and he found nothing along his way. Each store was the same with the same questions and answers. They had nothing to help Lucy.

There had to be a cure.

He knew there had to be one somewhere. A potion. Spell. Plants. Anything. All that he could do was search harder and harder until he found something.

"Runt! Come back!" The old woman raced to the door. She panted and looked up at the pink haired boy. "I may have something for you."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"Now, I'm re-thinking about it."