Theme Music:
[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLeIyy2ipps[/url]

As Kevin relaxes himself, he can feel 5 reaching into his soul, and as it does, the calming influence grows exponentially. As he admits 5 into his mind, his own soul seems to start resonating with 5, as his will seems to be altered. Manipulation of the mind to control the soul, a proposition based on Stein's concept of controlling the Body and Mind through the Soul. Kevin could feel his magic slipping, and whether he had truly let 5 in, or whether it had been some form of trap, Kevin finds himself incapable of caring. 

A world of calm. A peaceful existence, one designed esspecially for him. Kevin finds himself, wandering through a valley of his own dreams, as he can sense his friends at his side. His father, grinning widely, stood next to the door to the small house he lived in. At his side was Kevin's mother, clinging on to Gildarts' arm, shouting something about cookies. It was hazy, but he knew it was real. And as he stepped forward, he realized that this was his life. Gildarts, tired of adventuring, had settled down when his son had been born, and while he had always been open and flirtatious with other women, he had been bindingly loyal to Kevin's mother. He had grown up in a farming society, and learned to use his powers not to destroy, but to build. His best friend had been Creed, who would stop by from the guild, and tell wild stories about his adventures. Kevin had joined them, after asking consent from his parents, and had proven himself to be a great mage and addition to Fairy Tail.

As kevin stood there, in that grass plain, his parents waving at him, he could recall all of it. The struggles in his life had been won, and his greatest problem was the natsu's daughter, whom he had a terribly crush on. Luckily, he had discovered the feeling to be mutual. Soon, he knew, he'd try and raise a family of his own, living in the same little village, living the same peaceful life, as his father grew older and his tales grew progressively wilder.

In that moment, Kevin was content.

'Good night, child.' Guided by a will that was not his own, Kevin's magic swirled around him. Soft teers ran down his face, as the world he had wished for, that world of his childhood dreams, had come to pass. For him, this reality was all he knew, and as Crash activated in full, he didn't even notice it.

Blood splattered the ice, but it was not just blood. Bone and organ tissue, finely melded with blood, rendered into it's base contents, utterly destroyed. Complete annihilation, applied to the entire body, left quite a mess. A sticky pinkish paste, containing all the bits of a human body, and yet incapable of sustaining life. Covered in it, stood Kevin, a sad smile on his face, as he lowered his right hand. He turned, and walked away, hands in his pockets, leaving behind the remains. Another story, added to an ancient collection, another shard of a soul, a moment of bliss, gathered like a stock of gems. 'You will not be forgotten.'

Abandoned lay, a single, shattered mask. It was all that remained.