It was deep down underground in a cave with ancient ruins and diagrams scrolled on the walls. I standing on my ownside. A little on my right were Happy and Gray; he was sitting on a rock resting his head on his hand letting it and his hair cover his eyes. Behind me was Erza, she was leaning on a sword and her other arm was gone, dark red blood was slowly dripping down her side and strings of ragged flesh were hanging loosely down from her shoulder. They were all crying. Though the thing that worried me the most was that in front of me amongst the rubble was Lucy looking up shedding the most tears, on her chest was Natsu, lying peacefully even for the scales climbing on his body. He was dead.