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The air crackled with tension as Lunaria stood at the frontlines, her gaze fixed on the advancing enemy army. The battle had raged for hours, the smoke of destruction clouding the skies, and her guildmates had already expended much of their magic. The soldiers from the neighboring nation had proven to be relentless, their numbers growing with each passing minute. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her, but she refused to let her resolve waver.

The Clover Kingdom, her home, the people she swore to protect—they were all at risk. And in this moment, Lunaria knew there was only one option left.

She raised her hands high, her voice booming over the clamor of battle. "Enough of this!"

A shiver ran through her body as she called upon the depths of her magic. Her heart pounded, a knot tightening in her chest as she prepared herself for the most dangerous spell in her arsenal. A spell that had been whispered about in legends—Fairy Law.

The very essence of the spell was forged in the deepest corners of magic, a law that could strike down any enemy, no matter their power or resistance. But there was a cost. Fairy Law wasn't just a spell—it was a pact. A dangerous, irreversible pact that would change the caster's fate forever.

"Fairy Law!" Lunaria cried, her voice steady but filled with the weight of sorrow.

A blinding light erupted from her body, surging outward in a wave of pure, unyielding magic. It swept across the battlefield like a storm, cutting through the ranks of the enemy with terrifying precision. Soldiers were vaporized, their screams drowned by the blinding brilliance. The wave of power obliterated everything in its path, leaving nothing but silence in the wake of its passage.

The magic's force was overwhelming, and Lunaria could feel its grip tightening around her very soul. Her heart skipped a beat as the light began to fade, leaving only the eerie stillness of the aftermath. The enemy was no more. The battle had ended in a single moment.

But as the brilliance of the spell faded, Lunaria collapsed to her knees. Her breath was shallow, her body trembling from the exertion of casting Fairy Law. She could feel the magic coursing through her veins, but something was wrong. A deep, gnawing pain spread through her chest, twisting her heart. The cost had already begun to take its toll.

Lunaria's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her vision blurring as the curse began to take effect. The price of Fairy Law was not simply the sacrifice of one's life force—it was a curse that would bind the caster to the same fate as the one who had first invoked the spell: Zeref, the immortal sorcerer.

She gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "No... not this..."

But it was too late. The magic, the curse—it had already begun to bind her.

Her body felt like it was on fire. Every fiber of her being screamed in agony as the curse settled deep within her. Her skin seemed to burn from the inside out, her heart aching with an intensity she had never known. She could feel her lifespan slipping away, her very soul tethered to the curse of immortality.

The curse wasn't just a slow death—it was an eternity of torment. Zeref had suffered through it for centuries, unable to die, cursed to watch the world burn around him. And now, Lunaria knew that fate was hers as well.

"Lunaria!" A familiar voice called out.

She looked up to see her guildmates rushing toward her, their faces filled with concern and fear. The fire mage, the earth mage, the healer—they were all there, their eyes wide with shock at the sight of her.

"I did it," Lunaria said weakly, her voice tinged with both pride and sorrow. "I ended the battle... but at a cost."

Her hands trembled as she lifted them, struggling to stay upright. "The enemy is gone... but now, the curse is mine."

"No... you didn't!" the healer exclaimed, rushing to her side. "You've gone too far!"

But Lunaria shook her head, her gaze distant. "There was no other way. I couldn't let them win."

The agony in her chest intensified, and she gripped her heart, trying to push the pain away. "This is my burden now. But I'll protect you all, protect Fairy Tail—even if it costs me everything."

The fire mage stepped forward, his voice filled with desperation. "Lunaria, please! There has to be another way! You can't—"

But Lunaria's eyes grew heavy, her strength failing her. The curse was slowly wrapping its tendrils around her, claiming her soul as its own. "I... I'm sorry... but there is no other way."

As she collapsed into the arms of her guildmates, the world around her seemed to blur. Her vision faded to darkness as the curse settled deeper into her very essence.

And then, she felt it—the eternal pain. A cruel, unrelenting force that gnawed at her, the same torment that had plagued Zeref for so many years. Immortality. She would never die. She would never be free. And yet, she could not stop it. Her magic had sealed her fate.

The world around her was silent, and for a moment, Lunaria could only hear her own heartbeat—the rhythmic pulse of her curse.

The aftermath of the battle left the Clover Kingdom in a strange, haunted silence. The enemy had been obliterated, their forces reduced to nothing in the blink of an eye. But the cost of victory weighed heavily on Lunaria. Fairy Tail had been triumphant, but at what price?

Lunaria lay in her guild's infirmary, her body weakened by the strain of casting Fairy Law. Her guildmates hovered around her, their faces filled with worry and grief. They had won, yes, but the true cost of their victory was far more than they had anticipated.

The healer sat beside her, tending to the wounds that still remained from the curse. "We'll find a way to help you," the healer whispered, her voice full of resolve. "We have to. There has to be something we can do."

But Lunaria simply shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "There's no undoing it. This is my fate now."

Her gaze drifted to the window, where the sun was beginning to set. It was beautiful—serene. And yet, she knew that for her, peace would never come again.

The curse had already begun its work. She would live on, trapped in an eternity of suffering, unable to escape the pain that Zeref had known.

And yet, in the depths of her heart, Lunaria swore she would not let this curse define her. She would still protect her guild, her kingdom, and the world. No matter the price, no matter the cost.

Her journey was far from over. And in her heart, she carried the weight of her choices—choices made to protect, to fight for what was right, even when the cost was more than she had ever imagined.

With a heavy heart, Lunaria whispered to herself, "This is the path I chose. I will carry it... for as long as I can."

The light from the setting sun flickered in her eyes, and she closed them, determined to face whatever the future held—knowing that her fight had only just begun.