"Hey there, it's me, Ajimu Najimi. Still standing in for MementoMori115 until I feel he's learned his lesson, which probably won't be for quite some time. Regardless, the idiot came up with this crazy idea for an xover that he is all but certain he won't be able to follow up on. He thinks it's a good concept, but he just can't pull it off. So he wants to just throw it out there to see if he can get any bites from an interested party.

Send a PM if you're interested and he'll give you the details on it."

(-)

The Grand Magic Games.

An event so spectacular and impressive in its enormity, that even the most isolated of individuals at least knew the name. The greatest competition between mage guilds in all of Fiore, it would without a doubt determine who the best among them is. Not only does the champion earn the prestige that comes with being the strongest, but a hefty prize of thirty-million jewels is more than enough to draw guilds in like a moth to a flame. That being said, only the strongest guilds are able to make the cut, while the rest are left behind in the dust. In order to win, a guild most face-off against the toughest competition in the kingdom.

Yet such menacing odds did nothing to deter Fairy Tail from throwing their hat in the ring. After the Sirius Island teams return, it was determined that winning the games would be the fastest way for the guild to rise back up from mediocrity.

And so they found themselves in the capital of Fiore, Crocus 'the city of blooming flowers'. The largest city in all the land, at its center lies the Royal Palace, Mercurius. And to the west is the stadium Domus Flau, where the games would be held. To say that the city gets its fair share of tourism would be an understatement. With the influx of tourists from the games, people would have to book inns several months in advance.

So since Fairy Tail has always been well-known for collateral damage, Makarov had all but demanded they be on their best behavior, lest they get kicked out before the games even begin.

"Now... the games begin tomorrow," Makarov explained as he pulled out a large book from his jacket and handed it to Erza. "This here is the rule book for this years games. Be sure to finish reading it tonight."

"We're supposed to READ that?!" exclaimed Natsu. "It's the size of a friggin' dictionary!"

"Don't worry guys!" Levy chirped as she put on a pair of glasses. "Leave this to me! I've got my gale-force reading glasses!"

"You're so reliable!" cheered Lucy.

"Let's see, there are three main points here; No guild master can participate, nobody with the guild mark can take part either, and the rules will be kept hidden until just before each match. Oh, and we all have to be at our inn by midnight."

"So until then, let's have some fun!" Natsu cried as he grabbed Lucy by the wrist and took-off down the street.

However, it wasn't long before Natsu's mood had gone sour. Due entirely to the two teens standing across from him.

"You..." Natsu growled low as he grit his teeth, fists clenched and trembling in anger at his side. "You monsters! You murdered your own parents?!" he roared at the two Sabertooth dragon slayers.

Sting merely laughed in amusement. "Naturally. That is what a dragon slayer does. Like how you expect a painter to paint, the purpose of a dragon slayer is to slay dragons."

"But they raised you!"

"Yes, and they did a fine job at it." remarked Rogue. "Let's go Sting, I have no interest in the old generation."

Even as the third-generation slayers left with their exceed in tow, Natsu continued to glare heatedly at them.

"H-how could they do such a thing?" Lucy said as her hands continued to shake uncontrollably. "Killing the ones who raised them..."

Natsu snarled one last time as the crowd dispersed and the antagonistic slayers exited his field of view. "They don't deserve that magic." he grumbled as his fist began to catch fire.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." came a strong voice.

Natsu, Lucy, and Happy turned to see a man approaching them from behind, having made his way through the crowd.

"It would be unwise to start trouble this close to the competitions start."

The man had quite a unique appearance to him. Lightly tanned skin and a mane of unruly silver hair, he was dressed in black leather-armor along with metal scale-plates. A dark cloak hung from his back, but did little to conceal the large sword that was underneath it.

From the way he spoke it was obvious that he was a member of another competing guild, yet he showed no hostilities towards them. At least, that's what it seemed to Lucy and Happy. Natsu on the other hand was frozen stiff at the mans presence. Every fiber of his being screamed at him that the man standing before them was dangerous. His blood feeling as if it turned to ice as soon as his eyes landed on the sword the stranger had strapped to his back.

Survival instincts working in overdrive, the pink-haired teen grabbed his two friends and quickly backed away from the man while still keeping him in sight.

"Natsu!" Lucy exclaimed in alarm at the sudden action.

"Who are you?" Natsu asked while barely maintaining composure.

His two companions were shocked by the amount of fear present on the slayers face. Something about the newcomer had put him on edge like they'd never seen before.

The man inclined his head for a moment before snapping his fingers as if realizing something. "Ah, my apologies. Being a dragon slayer, I wasn't quite sure what kind of reaction you have to me. Though I can assure you my intentions are far from hostile."

"Bullshit." Natsu immediately bit back. "Every instinct I have is screaming at me that you're a threat."

He shook his head. "Yet it seems your companions don't share your assumptions." he replied as he pointed at Lucy and Happy. "The only reason I am here is because I wished to see what a 'dragon slayer' is like. Though your reaction is somewhat concerning."

"What's he talking about Natsu?" asked Happy.

"When the prey is in the presence of a dangerous predator whose entire being is curtailed to killing them, it is only natural for their instinctual fear to take over." he explained cryptically as he crossed his arms. "I hear that your magic allows you to take on the aspects of a dragon. As such, your body is able to recognize the absolute danger that I represent."

The two sides remained still for a few moments in a silent standoff. Then the man hummed in satisfaction and turned to leave.

"In case you are curious, my name is Siegfried. And you needn't worry about me participating in the games. Our guilds team has already been decided."

Even after Siegfried had left, Natsu was still sweating bullets. It felt as if he had just barely escaped that confrontation with his life.

(-)

Jellal, currently disguised as former Fairy Tail member and his Edolas counterpart Mystogan, was stalking the streets of Crocus as part of his investigation into the strange magic phenomena that radiated from the city. Each year the same energy would radiate from the area, but never could he or his guildmates find the source. The only thing that they were certain of, was that the energy was eerily similar to Zeref's.

However this year was the worst yet. If the previous years were akin to a water faucet pouring out the energy, then this year it was like a waterfall.

Something had drastically changed in order for such an occurrence to take place. Yet he was no closer to finding the cause than he was to finding the source. He still had a few more hours to search before he was required to return to the inn his team was staying at, so he pressed on. And as he crossed another intersection, he felt it. A barely noticeable barrier that seemed to be mitigating the effects of the energy. Now having passed the barrier, Jellal would have to be blind to not pinpoint the energies source.

Maintaining composure, Jellal kept a steady pace as he made his way towards the epicenter of the barrier. Upon arriving at it, he noticed that it was located smack-dab on top of a rather large inn. And judging from all the magical signatures he was picking up, it must be housing one of the competing guilds.

While it is unwise to intrude on what essentially amounts to enemy territory during the games, the competition had yet to officially start and he had no intention to start trouble. Thus his 'infiltration' of the inn went out without a hitch as he had simply entered the bar/restaurant that was attached to the building. As he entered the establishment, he noticed just how diverse the members of the guild staying there were. Men and women of all ages and race were scattered about the place, each member dressed in outfits that differed greatly from one person to the next.

Not wanting to stand out by just loitering, Jellal made his way to the bar and took a seat near an orange-haired man wearing a green cape. As he waited for the bartender to make his way over, he decided to make idle chat with the other man.

"Quite the colorful array of people here." Jellal remarked as he glanced at a large-breasted woman with white hair. Her outfit was beyond exposing and she seemed to be talking to the small bear creature on her shoulder.

The man shrugged. "Eh, you get used to it after a while. However to some that could mean a few days, and to others it's a few years." after sipping from his tumbler, the man turned slightly to regard Jellal with a critical eye. "So, what brings a rival competitor to our home base?"

The only sign the Jellal was alarmed at being found out so quickly was a slight twitch of his lips which were still concealed beneath his mask. Though it would seem the man somehow noticed this, as he waved his hand in dismissal.

"Settle down, ain't like you're doing something illegal by being here. Just scoping out the competition, right? No rules that say you can't do that, as the games have yet to begin." the man said with a grin as rolled his wrist and swished his drink around. "Sure we could've done the same, but the bosses said that the other guilds needed a handicap. The least we can do is give you guys the element of surprise."

"... You make it sound as if your guild has already won." Jellal responded with a hint of annoyance.

Spinning on his stool, the man leaned his elbows on the bar as he faced Jellal. His hood had fallen off completely, revealing the mans rugged features. "Well let's just say that we have more than our fair share of powerhouses here." he replied before holding his hand out. "Call me Robin."

Briefly weighing his options, Jellal felt there wouldn't be any harm in obliging the man. Reaching to the outstretched hand, he grasped it in his own. "Mystogan."

"Ahh, real mysterious name ya' got there." Robin replied as he spun back to face the bar. "Just so you know, I'm not the only one here who took note of your presence." he added, further surprising Jellal. "It's just that everyone else who noticed is being polite."

"I... see." the wanted man remarked after a moment.

Although he hadn't drawn their ire yet, Jellal was certain that he wouldn't be able to subtly search for the source of the energy without alerting at least one of the more perceptive guild members around him. Though Robin showed no real care for general snooping, the same might not be said if Jellal was caught trying to pinpoint his target. That might be enough to stir up the hornets nest, and even he was unsure of his odds of escaping the bar should a fight break out.

Pulling his bandanna lower to further hide his face, Jellal stood up from the bar stool and turned to leave.

"Eh? Not gonna stick around for a drink? I could use the company." Robin spoke as he watched Jellal walk away.

The Crime Sorciere wizard shook his head in the negative. "Things will just get awkward with me around. I should go."

Shrugging, Robin returned to his drink.

Although he had failed to locate the exact source of the energy signature, Jellal was still satisfied that he had narrowed it down to his current location. He'd have to come back some time during the games when everyone was gone in order to do a more thorough investigation. That, or Ultear and Merudy would have to infiltrate the city.

Feeling an unnatural shiver run down his spine, Jellal cast a glance at one of the upper windows of the inn, where he saw a man watching him leave. Dark hair with a red strip of cloth wrapped around his head and a heavily tanned body that was covered in tribal markings, the wizard knew something was off about his observer from the way he was looking at him. The expression on his face seemed to say; close, but better luck next time.

Picking up his pace as he left, Jellal couldn't even begin to fathom the chaos that would unfold once the games reached their conclusion.

(-)

The roars of excitement and the cheers of joy from the spectators in the stadium could be heard all throughout Crocus. The first official day of the Grand Magic games had finally arrived and everyone was geared up for some action. Even more so for the competitors. And although Fairy Tail had been met with boos instead of cheers, the wizards were still ready for whatever would be thrown at them.

"Well then, we are now down to our top three teams!" Chapati Lola exclaimed as he continued to provide commentary. "So now we have the team that finished third in the prelims, it's... Oh my! This is quite a shocker! Never would I have seen this coming!" the man bellowed as he kept the audience hanging on the edge of their seats in anticipation.

The next team made their way out to the field. And for the Fairy Tail team, it was a group of familiar faces.

"Fairy Tail team B!"

After a brief interlude of Team A throwing a fit at Team B, as well as Chapati explaining that multiple teams are allowed to take part but they are still required to compete against each other, he got the crowd hyped up once more for the next team.

"And now we have the team who placed second! I wonder who it could possibly be?!" he announced as he glanced down at the lineup on the prompter. "So next is... Wait, WHAT?!" he suddenly cried in alarm. "This can't possibly be! It's simply unthinkable! How could this have happened?!"

Though he was beyond shocked at who was next, Chapati was not angry because of it, rather he couldn't comprehend it.

"Coming in second... we have the powerful guild who has never suffered defeat until now... Sabertooth!"

To say the reveal was shocking would be an understatement. It would be like saying a nuclear explosions was nothing more than a firecracker. The stadium that was once roaring in excitement, had suddenly gone deathly silent as the most famous guild in Fiore marched out into the stadium. Far from their usual cocksure and arrogant attitude, the wizards looked absolutely livid. Not a single member of their team was willing to give a show of power. No fist-pumping, no roar of dominance, they looked ready to kill whoever approached them.

But at the same time this begged the question; if the top guild in the Kingdom came in second, then who was first?

"I-I can see that this is quite shocking to us all..." Chapati said weakly. "But it's time for us to introduce our first place team. They only popped up in the last year, but it seems they've been taking the land by storm."

The seven other teams could begin to make out the shapes of figures exiting the last tunnel.

"To have come out on top of Sabertooth, that says something about their strength, its Chaldea!"

Five individuals stepped out into the arena, and their image was burned into the minds of all present. In the furthest back stood a tall figure clad in black-metal armor that was covered in spikes and had a skull-shaped helm. In one hand he held a large obsidian sword, and in the other was a tower-shield that had a large skull imprinted in its center.

The second furthest back was an individual who was of indeterminate gender. Their features were very gender ambiguous, as was their age. With a fair complexion and green hair that flowed down their back, they were dressed in nondescript white robes and lacked footwear.

Standing to the left of the lead person was a youthful looking man whose face could melt the heart of any woman he looked at. His white hair was tinted blue making it almost look silver, which went well with his blue and white robes. Combined with his staff he was the epitome of your typical wizard, yet he managed to look good doing it.

To the right of the lead person was another young man, although his white-hair contradicted that fact. His skin was noticeably tanned which when combined with his short white-hair, gave him a resemblance to Elfman. Dressed in black armor with a red shroud, he held the team flag high as he marched forward.

And standing at the front was a woman was looked equal parts regal and beautiful. She wore an elegant blue and white dress with armor over top that would make Erza jealous. With fair skin and emerald green eyes, her silky blonde-hair was tied in a bun at the back, save for the bangs that framed her face and the single unruly ahoge that stood tall regardless of her movements. And sheathed at her side was a sword contained in an elaborate scabbard.

However as she made her way with her team towards the center of the arena where everyone else was, the dragon slayers among them began to tremble ever so slightly. For they did not see a gorgeous woman with a regal bearing, but instead saw a massive dragon that was bearing down on them.