A/N: Hey, Minna! Thank you so much for your patience. It's been months since I've updated, and I've been out of inspiration, but I think I'm back with a definite plan for the ending... that you might hate ((; Just promise me you won't read this chapter with your parents. I had to remove a couple of parts so my friends wouldn't hold it against me forever ° ͜ʖ ͡ –
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"Well, what's the plan?" I inquired nervously, my hand wiping across the leather seats of the carriage.
Erza and I had been riding out in the front for a while now, the wind whipping our hair into a frenzy. The others were inside, muttering something that vaguely sounded like 'they're really flirting minutes before death'.
Erza shot me a confused look, before letting go of the reins. The carriage continued to speed towards god-knows-where, even as she turned herself to face me, "Who's a plan?"
Wh-
"Plan- like," I pursed my lips, a smile beginning to hint on the corners, "You guys don't have a plan, do you?" I placed a palm on her wrist, stroking her palm idly with my thumb.
Erza swept back her scarlet hair, sighing, "The plan's to get back the throne. Not to avenge." She paused, thinking, "I'm just curious how we're all going to get out there... alive." she muttered the last word ominously, her mouth placid.
I gaped, before scrunching my face up in confusion.
"OH!" Erza grinned, laughing, shoving me, "OH, the look on your face! Oh my, Mavis. I need a camera, good lord-" Her face was turning red, smiles lines deepening on either side of her lips. I frowned, crossing my hands over my chest and turning away from her.
"Not. Funny."
"Oh, you have to admit it was pretty funny," She beamed, and her eyes softened as I looked at her again. Erza sniffed, before grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together, "We're the best team you've got, Jellal, and none of us are going to leave each other."
"Of course," I smiled, relaxing my back against the frame of the carriage. "You don't suppose..." I trailed off, a mischievous thought flitting into my head.
Erza ignored me for a split second, her eyes on the road up ahead. We were approaching a rocky path, with an azure sign-board reading: Castle, up ahead in 100 miles but the lettering was crossed with bold scarlet ink, reading: Boi, why u tripping, turn back.
W-well, that explains where we're going first.
"Hmm?" Erza poked me with her elbow, letting go of my hand. Her eyes were trained on my face, questioningly, urging me to go on. I smirked, now craning over the frame of the seats, with my hands under my head.
