Chapter 1
Deep in a forest an injured man glowered angrily. He had lost; he had lost to the son of Igneel and was wounded deeply in the fight. That was not all he was also in a weakened state. If he was discovered now by the brat again at this time and Igneel's son had already recovered he would surely be killed in the ensuing fight. He wished those remaining dragon slayers dead. He wished all humans, dragons and anything related to dragons dead. Unfortunately that included himself as well. He planned that as soon as he destroyed everything to take his own life to be with her once again. She had been the only one to offer him a shred of true kindness in his life, but she was taken from him by the very dragons he destroyed. He longed for her smile, her warmth, her light, her touch. Frustrated he stood painfully. He needed to move away from here the place he had stayed at and made his den for centuries.
If it had not been for those annoying flies Anna, and some sort of cockroach that flew a boat into him temporarily trapping him in a separate dement ion he might have won that fight. Igneel's son was deeply wounded probably from Zerif, but with the child of Grandeen's magic it was nothing he couldn't recover from. Yes, He Acnologia was put on disadvantageous playing field. Pests had poured out to fight him stalling his fight with the brat long enough to heal him and give him a bit of their magic. He lost shortly after that. He used the small amount of power that remained inside his body to fake his death and escape to heal. He knew that the trick might not fool the child forever, but it should last long enough for him to recover to full strength to fight again. At full strength he would have the power to slaughter Igneel's son, then he would move on to the rest of the dragon slayers, then to all of humanity.
Coming to a decision Acnologia started to move in a direction far away from the human towns and cities. Gathering his small shred of power he transformed into the black dragon of destruction and flew. Up on a nearby mountain a person stood transfixed at the sight of the black dragon. Instantly he knew he needed to tell someone what he had witnessed. He was but a simple hunter, he would have no power against the beast, but he had heard stories of those who could he needed to get word to the magic counsel as soon as possible. As the black dragon quickly left his sight the hunter turned and ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards his backwater village. He hoped someone would believe what he saw.