Natsu tried all he might and searched, but was unable to find her. "No... This isn't what we do Draco, we'd have found a way!! We'd have found a way you hear me?!" He yelled out, wishing his voice could get her. He returned to Magnolia, feeling like a failure. He just got his daughter back only to lose her, now it seemed like he'll never see her again. He loved his daughter. What happened? She didn't have to run.<br/><br/>"She didn't have to run..." Was all Natsu said as he returned home.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>It was several weeks after the shock of what happened. Several of the S classes were told to investigate any dark guild activities or keep an ear and eye out for The runaway Dragneel, and bring her home. Even if they had to drag her. Natsu however sat at the guild, feeling depressed, hopeless and heartbroken. Nothing seemed to bring him out of this current slump. All he did was play the music box and silently let his tears flow.<br/><br/>Fenrir was in the training yard, bashing every training dummy with his wooden sword, Draconius's words to him echoing in his ears. Draco ran away because somehow she knew about who he ran into. Who he was unable to defeat. So he did the only thing he could do. Keep training, get stronger.<br/><br/>He even started to when no one was looking enchant the dummies to fight back, with two to three times more strength then he dished out at them. "I hate dark guilds, they took my home, and now possibly my first friend in years after my screw up..." He muttered as a dummy struck him in the back and he stumbled, when he said screw up, he meant the loss of his arm. He lost it trying to defend Mirajane's own child, a young woman a year older then he. But like her mother, because of what happened on that assignment she couldn't do missions anymore and sometimes helped around the bar. But Fenrir avoids her gaze.<br/><br/>"I hate them," a strike from another dummy. "I hate them....I may be a fool, and a one armed freak<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">But for my friends I need to be stronger! I will be STRONG!</span></span>" he swung his blade breaking the dummies and sending a shockwave throughout the guild. Panting he fell onto his knees yelling from the strain he gave his body, "I'm so sorry Draco, I'm so sorry, I wasn't strong enough... I would've formed a team with you if you stayed..."<br/><br/>But he knew no one would listen to his ravings, his howls. No one heeded the Wolf's howl save for the surrogate parents that loved him. He didn't allow anyone else to try and approach him, but his current pain dulled this instinct. "Please... Any gods out there, bring her home, please. I'm sorry I rejected any friendship before.. just bring her back."