Hello, and welcome to another RWBY x Fairy Tail story. Don't worry, I'm still continuing my other stories, but this idea popped up late one night. Hope you enjoy it!

Embers hovered in the smoky air that fateful night. Buildings and monuments lie scattered, reduced to bits of rubble. Hardly anything stood against the strange red glow that floated through the air. Flames licked at the smoggy night sky, highlighting the rubble with an eerie light.

Slabs of a former building cast a shadow down upon a blonde-haired girl. Sobs shook her slender body as she clasped her hands over her face. She was hunched over herself, as if to protect her body from danger.

"Where is everyone...?"

Her soft, quivering whisper floated on the breeze. She lifted her head, her brown eyes glimmering with tears. Holding an injured arm with her other, she stumbled to her feet, wincing with pain. She managed a step forward, gazing around.

"Natsu! Erza! Gray! Wendy!"

She paused, stepping over more rubble. "Levy-chan! Happy! Anyone?"

Her bottom lip trembled. Who knew, with all the festivities happening, that thousands of dragons would interrupt? Who knew that the kingdom of Fiore would be near destruction, not a person found for miles. Who knew that she would lose her family today?

She stumbled on for awhile. Only a few buildings still stood. As she gazed around with worried, scared eyes, she tripped over something, a soft cry escaping her lips as she fell onto the rubble.

She bit her lip out of pain, wincing as she pushed herself up with her one good arm. She choked back a loud sob, looking angrily over at what caused her to trip. When she saw that it wasn't just rubble she stood, looking down at what it was.

An arm and a white scarf with a scale-like pattern stuck up from a mound of rubble and dust.

Her breath caught in her throat, using an arm to tug on the limp one below. She felt her hands trembling as she did so. She reached down with her other arm out of desperation, tugging on the arm. The body below her shifted. She uttered a gasp and reached down, managing to pull the pink-haired man out of the debris. Tears welled in her eyes.

His eyes lay closed but his mouth was partly open. His pink hair was tossled and matted by grit and his face and body were cut up by scars and bruised in many places. She sat down next to him, holding onto the end of his scarf tightly.

"Natsu..."

Even he wasn't enough. Not enough to stop the swarm of dragons, his kin, from disturbing the peace. Tears slid down the blonde's cheeks as she stared down at his body.

She suddenly pressed her ear to his chest, listening frantically. She could feel her own heart pounding roughly against her chest. Soon, the faint sound of his heart beat against her ear. She leaned back, relieved. She shook him, her eyes taking on a panicked expression. He could be in a coma or just unconscious. She stopped shaking him, only stared down at his unmoving face.

Suddenly, a groan escaped his mouth. She felt a strangled gasp come from herself, and she bent down to his face. "Natsu! It's me, Lucy!"

His eyes slowly opened. "Eh? Luce? Is that you?"

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, her eyes glittereing with joyful tears. "Dammit Natsu, don't scare me like that."

Natsu blinked slowly and then sat up sharply. He immediately regretted doing so and groaned with pain. Lucy wasn't surprised or asked if he was alright. He didn't look "alright."

"Wait...what happened...," he mused, looking around with a clouded gaze. Suddenly, they cleared with understanding. "The dragons...where are they?..."

"They left." Lucy's voice trembled as she spoke. "To destroy the rest of the human world." She looked helpless, her voice breaking with sorrow. "Yukino, the princess and I tried our best...but it wasn't enough..." Her body was wracked with tears. "I failed," she cried. "I couldn't stop them..."

She cut off abruptly as she felt arms wrap around her. She opened her eyes and blinked, seeing Natsu embracing her. She felt the slightest heat in her cheeks, but, despite that, she wrapped her own arms around him and bit back her tears.

Natsu pulled away. "We gotta find the others," he said grimly. "This don't look good at all..."

They walked together; Natsu basically putting his full weight on Lucy. She didn't mind as long as he didn't touch her injured arm. The two looked under debris, within standing buildings, as many places they could. They soon became weary. They sat down on a piece of stone and heaved a sigh. No luck did they have. Despair grew like a storm cloud above their heads. "Dammit, it's no use," Natsu growled, messing around with the gravel. Lucy sighed softly, tears streaming down her face. "We can't give up, not now," she whispered back.

Natsu closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. "Right. Let's keep movin'."

They stood, with the help of each other, and continued on. The pain is Lucy's arm grew worse by the second, and she tore off a piece of her shirt to wrap around her wound. It was definitely deep and blood still oozed from it. She shuddered and followed after Natsu. "Natsu, let me do something about your wounds," she called, her brown eyes pleading. Natsu ignored her for a moment, then stopped and looked at her.

"My wounds ain't as important as finding our guild. They're family; nothing comes before them."

Lucy blinked and nodded silently. She understood and kept her mouth shut from then on, secretely deeply worried about his gashes.

"Natsu? Lucy?"

Lucy whipped around and Natsu grabbed her bad arm out of protection, making her yelp in pain. He released her instantly, but a guarded look came to his eyes.

Gray stood before them, leaning heavily on a large block of stone. His abdomen was torn open, almost completely, making Lucy and Natsu's eyes widen with horror.

The black-haired man's breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. Lucy rushed forward, Natsu following. "What the hell happened?" Natsu growled, his pupils nearly tiny dots. Lucy crouched next to Gray, tearing off bits of cloth from their clothing to wrap it around his chest. "Dragons," Gray gasped, tears of pain in his eyes. Lucy remembered the sword wound that Lyon had once inflicted on Gray. By the look of it, Gray had been wounded their once more.

"Where is everyone else?!" Natsu questioned frantically. "Erza, Mira, Lisanna, Master..."

Gray cut him off. "How am I s'pposed to know?" He snapped, letting out a groan. Natsu didn't reply, only clenched his fists.

Why would dragons do this? His kin, his friends. Natsu sat down, exhausted. What happened to Atlas Flame? Natsu clutched his head with his hands, not speaking. Lucy looked over at him, eyes full of sorrow, and went to sit next to him. "I'm sorry, Natsu," she whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Gray was gazing around, eyes wide at the amount of damage. As he was looking, something shiny caught his eye. His eyes darted to it, then narrowed. What appeared to be a katana lie amongst the debris.

His eyes widened. He knew who it belonged to.

"Guys, that's Erza's sword!"

Lucy looked up first, and then Natsu. When she narrowed her eyes, she could see it among the ashes. "If her sword's still here..."

"...then she must be here too!" Natsu finished for her.

They leapt up, too quickly for their condition, and rushed towards the sword. Gray struggled to move forward, and then reluctantly sat back. His chest felt as if it was on fire.

Lucy and Natsu dug around in the rubble, eyes wide and frantic. If they couldn't find Erza, who could they find? Natsu attempted at lifting up a huge piece of rubble, only managing to shift it. He sat down, gasping, and tried once more. This time, it moved further, revealing a body. Lucy's eyes widened and she choaked on a loud cry, rushing forward. "Erza!"

Her clothing was torn to shreads and her body was scarred and bleeding. Her eyes were closed. Her scarlet hair was cut short, to her shoulders.

"Gray! We found her!"

Gray struggled forward, only managing to fall. He let out a groan of pain, not trying to rise again. "Dammit...," he whispered, gasping for air.

Lucy and Natsu moved Erza out of where she had been lying. Tears were dripping off of Lucy's face, and some rolled off of Natsu's. "Is she..."

Lucy placed her ear to her chest, listening for any sign of life. Natsu felt for her pulse, hands shaking with rage.

"She's alive...barely..."

Lucy raised her head. "Erza! Get up! We're here, your team! Fairy Tail is waiting for you, Erza!"

They sat in an eerie silence, praying for any sign of her stirring.

After some while, Erza's hand twitched. Lucy noticed, and shook Natsu's shoulder. "Look!"

Soon, her eyes opened. She did not make a sound, only struggled to raise herself. Lucy helped her up, her eyes wide with shock. "What happened?...," Erza managed to mutter.

"The dragons," Natsu growled, standing beside them. "Gray's over here...c'mon."

They walked back over to the raven haired man, who was leaning against a rock. His breath was shallow and short, triggering panic in them. They helped Erza down, whose breath was also shallow. "I see...," she replied, closing her eyes. "The Eclipse Project failed."

Lucy felt a pang in her chest, and she looked away. "I'm sorry," she murmured, looking back at the S-Class mage.

"Where is everyone esle?"

Natsu answered her. "Not sure...you're the only one's we've found. Lucy found me, and Gray found us. We found you."

Erza remained silent. She stared blankly at the damage, wincing every time she inhaled. "Dammit," she muttered. "Damn it all."

No one talked for awhile. No one moved, just rested. Occasionally they would hear the crash of something falling, or a cry of despair. None of the cries belonged to their guildmates. Lucy was asleep, against a former wall. So was Gray and Erza. Natsu stayed awake, his pupils nearly tiny dots.

"Somethin' ain't right..."

Suddenly the wind picked up. He stiffened, catching a strange scent on the wind. "Wait a second...this is..."

He turned, as if in a dream, to his team mates. "Guys," he growled. "Somethin's comin'..."

Lucy's eyes opened. "Mm?" Gray stirred, his eyes not opening. Erza stayed the same, her breathing coming in ragged breaths.

"Somethin's wrong; get up," Natsu said tersely. Lucy's eyes widened. "This feeling..."

Out of nowhere, there was a blinding flash of light. Nothing was safe from the light's bright rays. "Get down!" Natsu screamed.

And then, the world went black.

The wind whispered through the forest, sending leaves flying through the air. A man with wild black hair walked aimlessly about, drinking lazily from a flask.

"Nothin' like a stroll with some booze," he slurred.

Every-now-and-then he heard the cry of a Beowolf, but that didn't frighten him. If he encountered one he'd finish it right off. The only thing that offset him was the strange feeling in the air. He couldn't identify what it was; that is what bothered him.

The wind picked up around him. He tensed, slipping his flask into a pocket. "Here we go," he muttered, his hand settling on his weapon. He looked around, his red eyes glinting. A blinding flash of light made him draw it out, holding out his sword-like weapon in front of him.

After the light faded, he looked around. Where was the opponent? As he did so, his eys rested on something that made his blood run cold. Lying before him were four bodies in some of the worst condition he had ever seen. Two woman and two men. "What're the odds," he muttered, leaning towards them. "I always get in these situations."