You lay in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling of your room for the night. Although the room Sting found for you is comfortable, you can never fall asleep in any room beside yours (you even find it difficult to fall asleep in your room sometimes). You sigh. There's no clock in this room, but you figure it must be really late (or early, whichever you'd like). Sliding quietly out of bed and wincing every time you move your abdomen, you walk across the rough, carpeted floor to the ash balcony behind cream french doors. After stepping outside, you inhale the fresh night air. You had switched into an over-sized black and gray flannel shirt with your day pants for bed (Sting lent the shirt to you; he never wore it anyway). The cool night breeze ruffles your hair, and the clear sky twinkles with glittering stars. You lean against the balcony, arms resting on the railing with your chin cupped in your hands to support yourself.

     You stare at the crescent moon, thinking about everything that's happened lately; telling your friends at Fairy Tail that Sting was your brother, Rogue, your mysterious past that you can't remember, Rogue, how much your stomach hurts, Rog- wait. You scoff at yourself, shaking your head. Why are you thinking about him?! That's so naive and childish... you definitely don't like him... Right? You think about if for a minute; you always catch him staring or sneaking glances at you, he saved you at the pool today, he made sure you were alright, he helped Sting find a room for you, he always asked how things were when you came to visit. Maybe it was alright to like him...

     "No." You say aloud. You wish Desert were here (she had stayed back at Fairy Tail); she always knew what to do about these things. But you didn't really want to tell her...

     "Are you alright, Y/N?" A soft voice comes from behind you. Startled, your elbows slip off the railing and you smash your face into the beam, whipping around to see who had spoken (ow... now your face AND abdomen hurt). Rogue is leaning against the wall near the door to the room, arms crossed and staring straight at you. You're glad it's dark, because you can feel a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks.

     "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine." You assure, rubbing your chin and clutching your stomach. "You scared me." You laugh lightly. He gives a small, bashful smile (Aww, he's actually smiling! He looks so adora- nope. But he can probably hear your heartbeat from here).

     "Sorry." He says. You both stand in silence for a minute (your mind is screaming and moving at about a thousand miles a second) before he looks up. "The sky looks nice tonight."

      "Tha- (Wait, he didn't say 'you') Oh. Yeah, yeah it does." You agree, looking back up at the stars. They glitter and dance against the dark night sky, like fireflies flashing against a dark curtain.

     "Trouble sleeping?" He asks, walking over and standing next to you with his hands resting on the railing. You turn back to face the landscape with your back to the wall.

     "Just a little." You shrug it off. The wind whirls by gently, playing with your hair and caressing your skin. Looking at Rogue, you see the wind brush his hair aside, revealing his face. You have to resist smiling; he looks so young and sweet.

     "Sort of chilly, don't you think?" He questions, trying to make conversation. You shrug.

     "I don't get cold." You respond. The two of you stand in silence for a while, before he turns to you.

     "Well, I should probably go. Get some sleep." He commands, melting into the shadows on the wall. You watch him leave, but then turn back and continue looking at the stars, slightly annoyed. He shouldn't tell you what to do, especially because he doesn't understand. You rub your chin again (you'll probably look fantastic in the morning; you can already feel a bruise forming) and massage your abdomen gently. You probably should go to bed, but you just don't feel tired.

     Finally, you turn and head back inside. You crawl into the medium-sized bed and quickly pull the covers up to your chin, punching yourself in the face in the process. Groaning, you roll onto your side. Silence... It's way too quiet. You'll never be able to sleep like this! You decide to hum softly to yourself, remembering a tune that [Dragon's Name] used to sing when you were sad or troubled. Quietly humming the soothing melody, you drift off to sleep for the rest of the night.

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     "Y/N! Can we play? Come on, please?!" The little boy pleads, looking at the meadow. You laugh.

     "Sure, Sting. We can play for a little. But then we have to get back on the road. We're trying to get there before nightfall." You agree, putting down the worn, brown satchel that contains your supplies. Sting grabs your hand and leads you into the meadow by the dirt path. You race him to a little tree and help him climb it to pick some apples at the top. Then the two of you weave grass bracelets, mixing different types and colors of grass and flowers. He takes off running, giggling as he goes.

     "Hey! Come back, silly!" You call, chasing after your little brother. Glancing over his shoulder, he keeps running and laughing as you try to catch him. He runs to a hill, laying down on the grass and rolling down the gentle slope while you watch him. You smile and shake your head as he waves at you from the bottom. You run down the hill, gaining speed with every step. You get to the bottom, feet thundering against the soft, grassy ground. Sting tries to run off again, but you snatch him around the waist and tickle him under the chin.

     "Aww, you caught me!" He complains while laughing, trying to catch your quick fingers as you set him down and tickle him until he's laying on the grass. Laying down next to him, the two of you look up at the fluffy clouds in the sky, pointing out funny shapes to each other.

     You realize that the sun is falling through the sky, heading towards the distant horizon.

     "Oh no! We have to go right now. We spent too long playing." You exclaim, scooping up your little brother and swinging him onto your back, piggy-backing him up the hill. At the top, he wiggles and squirms, so you set him down. He grabs your hand and the two of you set off quickly for the road again. You glance nervously over your shoulder and around the quiet meadow; it's not safe to be out after dark in these parts. You remember your mother telling you that whenever you went to pick up supplies from the town. Nearing the road, you keep Sting close to you. You see your travel bag and scoop it up, throwing it over your shoulder as you hurry along. You can see lights flickering in the town at the bottom of the mountain a few miles away.

     "Stay close to me." You whisper to your brother. You walk quickly, practically dragging Sting along.

     "Slow down, sissy, your hurting my-" He is cut off by the sharp sound of a cracking stick, like a whip against a horse's flesh. Both of you freeze, rigid with silent fear. Not a moment later, some strange figure of a man leaps from the shadows and lunges at the two of you, grabbing Sting.

     "No!" You shout as you reach for your brother, but two other men step out of the shadows of the overhanging rocks and the looming trees and stand threateningly behind you. Their figures blurred (details escape your nightmares sometimes), you try to make out any features on the dark shapes.

     "Give me back my brother!" You cry, shaking with fear and rage. You feel a surge of power coming on, but you try to hold it back.

     "Tch, this little runt?" The deep voice of the one holding Sting asks, roughly jerking him by the arm. The nameless man throws the boy to the ground and kicks him in the ribs. "You can have him back once I'm done with the two of you." He smirks evilly. You can see your little brother on the ground, shaking and whimpering. Your insides boil with anger and hatred, growing and filling your mind. Your vision clouds and you quiver with fury. The surge of power in the pit of your stomach expands and overflows, bursting out in a violent eruption and magic power.

     You collapse to the ground, vision fading. The three men are lying lifelessly on the ground, and Sting looks at you in a mix of fear and awe.

     "Y/N...?" He stammers nervously. You start to answer, but your consciousness leaves and you crumple to the cold, dark earth.

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     Gasping, your eyes fly open. Your hands are outstretched and you're breathing hard, in a position that suggests you were going to climb out of bed. You run your hands through your hair and sigh, flopping back onto the mattress. So much for some sleep...

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Another update for all you lovely readers! I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think (if any of you actually read this stuff at the end...)! I'll update ASAP. Plus, thanks so much for 1.6k reads! Holy cow! 400+ reads with one chapter update!

Leithian: Ah, so you're learning more about your past...

Y/N: Yeah. It's really interesting. I don't get why I don't remember it all...

Sting: It's just because of those weird people who said they could help, then took your memories.

Y/N: Yeah...

Rogue: You know, we don't normally have nice nights like that.

Leia, Y/N, Sting: What are YOU doing here?!

Rogue: *shrugs* You guys were talking. It seemed interesting.

Leia: Ok... Next chapter!