If Jellal wasn't taken over (:

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"Erza! Erza, where are you?!" a blue-haired boy raced in the room, his eyes scanning wildly for 'Erza'. A girl was tied up in the middle of the room, her short scarlet hair streaming over her face. At once, he knew something was wrong. He abandoned his weapon and went to her aid.

    He untied the ropes bounding her to the pole, and she collapsed in his arms. Kneeling, he studied her, murmuring, "Are you okay? Erza? S- Say something."

    The scarlet-haired girl didn't move, so instead, he turned his attention to any wounds on her body. There didn't seem to be any marks or bruises, but her hair was covering up her face. With shaking hands, he tilted her chin up, before gasping.

    "Wh-Why?!" He groaned. His eyes wide and pupils small, "DAMN IT! WHY??" He screeched, tilting his head back in agony. He loved Erza, his best friend, and couldn't bear to see what they had done to her.

    Erza's right eye was gouged, crusted blood around it. Dry tear-lines were drawn on her cheeks. He realized that she would probably never see out of it again. 

    "J-Jellal," The girl muttered, stirring lightly. Life was thrust back into the boy, as he took a thick pant, drawing the girl in close, "You're here."

    "Of course I am," Jellal sighed, pulling away, his hands on Erza's cheeks. He blinked, gazing at her missing eye. A rustle came from the hallway, leading into the chamber, and he quickly pulled Erza up, putting her arm around him for support.

    "C' mon, Erza," The duo limped, as the sound came closer and closer. Jellal's senses were in hyperdrive, his head spinning as he dragged Erza along as gently as he could. The girl seemed down - which was very unlike her, and he didn't blame her. He felt it was his fault that she had to go through the torture - if only he had volunteered himself instead...

    "Jellal," Erza repeated, lifting her head to him. She smiled weakly, trying to lift the mood, as they fastened their pace. He beamed back, happy to be with her again. Just then, rune circles appeared in the floor ahead of them, blocking off the hallway.

    "What-?!" 

    "Erza, run! Go, I'll be fine!"

    "I-I'm not leaving you, Jellal!" The girl hissed back, leaning heavily on Jellal. Her voice was stronger now, more sturdy and confident, but she was still badly hurt. The guards approached, and they both knew that they probably won't survive unless one ran. Nevertheless, they stayed together.

    A beam of bright light was gathering up from the Guards - as if something was being charged. Erza and Jellal embraced each other, closing their eyes, ready for the impact.

    It never came.

    Erza opened her eyes tentatively, tightening her grip on Jellal. The young boy was very bony but helped her feel warm and safe. A silhouette lay crippled in front of them, but the guards were gone. 

    Jellal recognized the silhouette first, and yelled, "Uncle Rob!" 

    "Go you two, go!" The man whimpered, getting up. His hair was silver, like the sliver of the moon, he gasped, panting, "There will be more of them! Simon and Milliana are at the dock, there are boats there. Escape!"

    "We can't leave you, Uncle Rob!" Erza cried, kneeling next to the old man. Jellal stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder. Her eye was shut fast, but Uncle Rob could still see the faint trace of blood - she had rubbed off most of it.

    "They've gone too far..."  He stroked Erza's cheekbone, before getting up and shoving the two onwards, "Swear by me, you'll not come back! Swear that you'll keep going, look for a better life, and help all the slaves here!"

    "I- I swear," Jellal said. He was breathing fast and strong, his heart pounding like a drum. Narrowing his leaf-green irises, he pulled Erza. Gulping, he knew that he had to be strong for both of them. If he wasn't, Erza would die.

    And he couldn't let that happen.

    Swiftly, he urged Erza onto his back, sighing as she let him do so. The girl promptly collapsed, tired after having to exert so much energy, just after her torturous ordeal. He jogged on, heading for the light. 

    They arrived at a wooden platform, onlooking the work-sight of the Tower of Heaven. They still didn't understand the purpose of the tower, and why so many villages had been incinerated, children seized and men butchered.

    "Jellal, over there, look!" Erza huffed into his ear, her head raised to see over his shoulder. He smiled. Simon was waving on the docks, a battalion of boats filled with slave-children ready. Milliana was delicately perched next to him, her cat-like eyes looking relieved to see that they were both fine.

   "Great!" he grinned, "Can you walk?" 

    "I- I think so- but-" She scrunched up her eyes, as a boom came from behind them, inside the building. A shriek of a triumphant man, that sounded like Uncle Rob, echoed the hallways. Jellal exhaled, a stiff-empty sensation spreading through him. 

    "He died a heroic death, Erza," Jellal answered, trying to console her, "He wouldn't want it any other way. He was always a brave man."

    Erza agreed solemnly, before getting off his back and seizing his hand. Jellal squeezed her sweaty palms back before they sprinted to the dock. Barrels of hardware, crossbows, spears, and daggers were jumbled around the premises. It was a wonder that no one had rebelled sooner. 

    "C' mon, we need to get out of here!" Simon yelled across to them. The distant sound of conversation hit the duo's ears, as they got closer and closer to the dock. Milliana, Simon, and Shô were in the last boat, ushering to hurry up.

    Erza let go of Jellal's hands, as they sprinted the last couple of meters, dashing. Jellal, being nimbler and faster than Erza, reached the boat faster, leaping into the remaining face. He turned his head, beckoning the girl on, but his simper died on his lips.

    "Er-chan! Behind you!" Milliana screamed, her face pale with anxiety. The chatters evaporated into a dead silence, and Erza froze on the spot.

    Mechanical growls were coming from behind her. She swiveled on the balls of her feet, turning and coming face-to-face with hundreds, if not thousands, of skeletal warriors. 

    Uncle Bob hadn't managed to eradicate all of them. 

    "Jellal- wait-" Shô gripped the cerulean-haired boy's shoulder, and he struggled to get back out the boat and take Erza's place. Erza was static, not moving, probably not processing anything. She could be killed at any moment.

    Another cry came from inside the building, in the hallway where Erza and Jellal had left Uncle Rob. A bruised, blood-streaked man limped out, holding his shoulder. His bare chest was on display with nicks and cuts decorating every inch of skin.

    "Uncle Rob!" Erza's eyes met her grandfather-like mentor's. He smiled back apologetically, before turning his attention to the mob of skeletons. They were buzzing ominously, almost grinning maliciously with their teeth.

    A brilliant square of light circled the small island, and Erza ducked her head. Her right eye was swelling up, still tightly closed, and she didn't want to lose her other one so easily. 

    As the spark died down, many skeletal corpses lay on the ground. But so did Uncle Rob. A white-hot feeling rose in Erza's throat, choking her with raw, strong emotion.

    But there were still more left.

    "Erza, to your left!" Jellal yelled, pointing wildly to a barrel filled with swords. The eleven-year-old dived to the barrel and picked up the first sword her hand grasped, yielding it in front of her. The remaining skeletons hissed a noise that vaguely sounded like chuckles.

    Erza tossed the sword at the closest prosecutor, who flicked the sword as if it were a toothpick. Anxiety picked up, and Erza exchanged a look with Jellal, who was still struggling against Simon's grasp. Simon was negotiating with Jellal, to go instead of him, and Jellal was livid that Simon was wasting time.

    Erza knelt down, on both her knees and puffed out. Her fringe covered up her forehead completely, as anger surged her veins. Jellal had finally gotten out of the boat and was frantically heading to Erza's side, grabbing a dagger from a nearby barrel.

     He stopped in his tracks, as a soft rumble shook the ground, pebbles scattering across the dusty floor. Nervous chatter broke among the slaves and the skeletal soldiers, "Erza- what- what are you doing?"

    She didn't respond, but she lifted her head and got up onto her feet, her expression placid, but her left eye sporting a glare. A glare sent right to the prosecutors. Barrels started to upturn and weapons rose up.

    "Woah..." Jellal's eyes stared at her, "You- You can do telekinesis."

    Erza continued to stare, but the rumbling grew stronger, and all the weapons charged towards the skeletons, dousing them. 

    Dust and debris rose in the air, obscuring their vision. But, Erza Scarlet had saved their lives.

    Jellal trodded up to the young girl, who was shaking, her eyes fixed on Uncle Rob's corpse, and encased her in his arms. She obliged, squeezing him tightly.

    "Where will we go, Jellal-kun?" 

    "Uncle Rob mentioned something, remember - He- He was in a Guild, right?" he asked, smiling.

    "Fairy Tail?"

    "Fairy Tail."

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→❤⚘This Chapter was written by Phoenix⚘❤←

Word Count: 1641

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Credits to fairylitsky for the Plot Idea (: <3

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A/N: Mayday will be continued, either by me or KpopThalassophile... Galaxy_ChanPai's convincing her to write again. Otherwise, I'll have to make up the rest of the plot T-T. It'll her ruin her fabulous writing.

Thanks again to FairyLitSky for the Idea!! <3