A/N: First off, I'd like to apologize for any bad writing, I haven't done this in a little while and that probably shows. Second, I'd like everyone to know the changes I made to this AU.
1. Sting and Rogue's ages are bumped up since I think they would be canonically Wendy's age before the seven year time skip.
2. I also upped Wendy's age as well since twelve seems a bit young to be doing hardcore dark wizardry. You know like killing people.
3. There will be arcs in here that aren't part of Fairy Tail. I'll make them up on my own though there won't be very many that I promise. You know unless you guys really like them then maybe more.
4. Lisanna didn't actually get sucked into Edolas. No magic plot device that brings back a character no one really asked to be brought back. Instead she's alive for reasons I haven't completely figured out yet.
5. Natsu's kind of an evil asshole for now unless you don't attack him or are in Dragon's Keep. Other than you're fair game. Life and all.
That's pretty much it that won't spoil anything in the future. Anyway, please enjoy this first chapter and leave a review if you enjoyed or wish to flame me. Both work. It's not like I'm desperate for attention or anything.
Today was a special day, one for all of magic kind. No, there was no special event honoring a birth of magic or anything of the sort. Today was simply a special day for the safety of the magic world. For today was the date of an extremely dangerous criminal and renowned dark mage's execution. And this mage went by the name of Red Dragon.
Normally, he would be far too difficult to catch through any means of the council on its own. The only way the magic council saw a way to capture this criminal would be through sheer numbers. But with the luck of a god, as some would call it, Siegrain Fernandez and his entire regiment of the Detention Corps had come upon the aftermath of the destruction of an entire village. And the exhausted body of the very man they were hunting.
But this itself raised more questions. Who could exhaust the mighty Red Dragon besides a saint wizard? Even Siegrain himself, who was a saint wizard, was uncertain of how he would fair against the power that the Red Dragon possessed. But eventually the matter was swept under the rug in favor of punishing Red Dragon for his many crimes. Which ranged from petty theft all the way to whole sale man slaughter.
Needless to say, he was found guilty and sentenced to death. But he had been on death row for quite some time now…
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But outside the city, there was a particular group of nefarious mages. Though they were only two members of a much more deadly group. A single glance would have any mage worth their salt salivating at their immense bounties. As well as running for the hills in fear of their reputation alone.
One of the two men was standing near the top of a tree to see over the capital city's walls. He had short spiky blond hair with a oval shaped head that fit well with his hair. He wore a thin white jacket with dark blue trimmings running along its edges that he left open revealing his well toned and powerful musculature. His eyes, though covered right now by a pair of high powered binoculars, were a dull blue that had seen its fair share of destruction. Though beneath them was a surprising light to his eyes.
The other one was simply observing the city and attempting to memorize the city from afar was almost the complete opposite. He had slightly more tame jet black hair that covered his right eye. He wore a simple black undershirt that was covered by a red and black cloak with gold trimmings. His eyes were a vibrant black, but lacked the mysterious light in his eyes which instead had a seemingly endless void in its place.
The two of them had repeatedly been observing the city in anticipation of the Red Dragon's execution. The blond man sighed out of boredom, leaning back casually against the bark of the tree. "Today is actually the day right? You're reliable source hasn't been reliable whatsoever lately." He said with an irritated tone.
The black haired one suppressed a twitch in his left eye at the question he'd been asked at least a dozen times. "I've told you my reliable source is the newspaper how many times? If anything, this recent push for Red Dragon's execution is going to end up forcing the council to make a statement. And I believe that day is today." He said while he did his best to keep his annoyance out of his tone.
But his bored partner picked up on the feelings of his companion. "I'm sorry." He began with a small mocking tone in his voice. "But I'm sick to death of waiting up here and staring at this boring ass town all day. I need to do something interesting before I snap!"
The black haired man did not suppress his twitch this time and merely groaned. "You're annoying beyond the normal means of the word. Was it not your fault we're here in the first place?"
Those words seemed to freeze the blond haired man on the spot. The accusation had actually made him begin sweating a little. He simply continued to observe the town and refused to answer the question. The black haired man smiled at his friend's reaction and let the matter drop before continuing to observe the city with him.
"Oi." The air of partially poking fun at each other suddenly vanished as the blond haired man suddenly spoke. "It's time. Looks like they're starting." He finished, jumping down from the treetop and handing his friend the binoculars.
The black haired man took them and observed the city center where his partner had pointed. Sure enough, the magic council seemed to be mobilizing. But something else caught his attention at the same time, something that may have been even more important.
"We may have a problem." He began cryptically, lowering the binoculars and handing them back to his partner. "Makarov Dreyar is in the city."
"Your joking." The blond haired man said in a slightly worried tone. After double checking his partner's find he threw the binoculars over his shoulder and punched a nearby tree in frustration. Had he not been trying carefully concealing his presence he would have punched straight through the tree and perhaps knocked down part of the forest. But since he needed to be hidden he held back.
"Great. That means master will need to get involved. Two saint wizards might be too much. Even for all five of us." The blond said in exasperation, before sticking his hands in his pockets and sighing.
"Oh well, let's just deal with it as it comes. Ready?" The blond haired man asked his friend.
His friend merely nodded his head and the two began walking towards the capital of Fiore.
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How long had he been in here? He could only guess, he'd been thrown in this cell sometime before the New Year's celebration festival. But even that had been some time ago. His best estimate was probably somewhere around an entire year here. In this dark, decrepit, and utterly disgusting cell. With its constantly dripping water and foul smelling, and tasting, food. Bound to the wall by magic restraining cuffs, blindfolded, and barely fed enough food and water to survive. Even the water seemed to hate him and would always drip irregularly and it was maddening. The only possession he still had on him was a next to worthless silver band around his right ring finger. Which he would constantly find himself running his thumb over.
But out of pure spite to his captors, which he found great joy in doing seeing as how much it irked them, every time he heard them he gave them the biggest and most pleasant smile he could. But it had basically no effect over the last couple of days.
'Or maybe weeks?' He added as an afterthought. He really found it hard to tell what time of day it was with a blindfold on twenty four hours a day. Half the time he found himself falling asleep and waking up completely unaware that he had just done so.
But he was able to figure out what the lack of anger from his captors meant over the last few days from the whispers of the guards who thought he couldn't hear them. His execution date was coming up, and from what he heard, it was today.
For the first time in a while, he felt himself dropping his smile. Just because he was so damn tired. Sleeping did nothing to alleviate this tiredness though. 'I wonder what I should say in my last moments? Should I say something funny? Should I repent? Should I cry and beg for forgiveness?' His thoughts circled like this for some time, going over what he believed to be the best options going forward. But in the end he smiled.
'I guess when I die, thirty or forty years from now I should say something absolutely worthless.' Sometime later, he had fallen asleep and was awoken by a vicious slap across his cheek.
"Morning Doranbolt!" He said cheerily. Earning displeased frown that he couldn't see. To his surprise though, the man named Doranbolt removed his blindfold. Leaving him blinking at nothingness since he hadn't actually used his eyes for a good period of time.
"It's the afternoon Red Dragon. Take him down. The people want their execution and they will get it." Doranbolt said with a glare of utter disgust towards the mage that was chained towards the wall. Doranbolt was a man with quite short black hair, a scar in a cross shape on his left cheek. And was a decent position in the Detention Corps of the magic council, of course he never actually knew what position Doranbolt held because he didn't care.
"Today is the day I die eh? Well what way am I going to die? When is my last meal? I'm pretty damn hungry." He asked lazily, he was more than ready to break out during any moment, he just needed to get just a little space between him and Doranbolt who could teleport him straight into an enchantment where he would be paralyzed. If he could do that then he'd be fine.
"You get no last meal. Mass murderers like you get their heads lopped off after they've been stripped of everything they took from their victims." Doranbolt said angrily. Without another word, he'd been bound tighter and more restrictive than he thought was possible. Before he was led forcibly towards the exit.
That…threw a wrench in his escape plans. He was strong enough to break his restraints, but not the ones he was now in. And if he couldn't use his magic then he could only brute force his way through so many council grunts before Siegrain came down on him like a wolf attacking a wounded rabbit. On top of all that, Doranbolt kept a vice like grip on his arm. He'd lose his arm before Doranbolt let go.
'Shit…I might actually die here. What the hell am I going to do?' He was actually beginning to panic. He kept himself calm by thinking he could always escape due to the regular rights he had as a death row prisoner. He ground his teeth in frustration, he didn't actually have any escape routes. If he didn't think of anything…
His train of thought was interrupted as he was dragged out of the dark dungeons and through the council walls. And when he was finally outside he was completely blinded by the sunlight he hadn't seen in so damn long.
'Oh my…that sun is incredibly painful to look at.' He'd suddenly found himself outside and staring down the streets filled with angry pedestrians throwing many painful objects at his withered and malnourished body. He was particular shaken when a full beer bottle cracked him in the temple. He really was out of time now. He needed to think of something right now.
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Makarov watched with a drunken, but very observant eye. He watched as a nearly dead man was dragged through the streets and beset by a mob of furious citizens. They wanted their own form of justice as well as the execution that Red dragon was about to suffer. Of the thousands of people there to watch this infamous criminal die, he was one maybe about two people who knew this man's true name. And most likely the only one who felt personally responsible for Red Dragon's acts.
He sighed a sigh fill of regret as he remembered that day all those years ago. How he'd found a lost, terrified, and crying child in the middle of a dangerous forest. How he had personally cared for the child, gave him basic knowledge in the way that the world worked. And gave him a new path to walk and hopefully find his father that had left him. He was still confused at the child's words when he'd offered to take him in at his guild.
"Thanks old man. But I don't think that life is right for me."
"Even though you have such great potential? Do you truly wish to go all over the world alone?"
"Yeah, but I'll always remember you and your kindness old man. But I don't want to be a mage, honestly I hate them. But I like you."
"Why do you hate mages?"
"They took my world from me."
And just like that, he was gone; leaving Makarov with only the small hope filled grin that he would eventually find his father. Makarov never understood how mages stole his world, he'd never know now. For he had never heard from him again until ten years later when he found out he had become a dark mage.
When he found the wanted poster and saw the crimes he had committed, Makarov sobbed. There in the middle of the street he sobbed all of the regret he'd felt over the years until his son Laxus had found him and brought him back to their home.
He watched solemnly and silently as Red Dragon was marched to his death. 'Perhaps this is for the best Natsu. Maybe now his victims can rest and my mistake can be redeemed for.'
While he watched, he was surprised when Red Dragon's face changed from one of great concentration to sudden realization when his eyes landed on Makarov. Red Dragon closed his eyes and looked down at the ground for a moment before he looked back at Makarov with the same smile he left him with all those years ago.
With just that smile, Makarov understood what he was saying. He turned and walked away from the execution scene. He'd gotten what he wanted from the man and he frowned as he left. He'd take every crime he committed straight to the grave without an ounce of regret. That hope filled child he'd seen died long ago, and what was in his place was a monster. He had no more reason to feel guilty.
But for some reason he stopped walking away. Something was off, Red Dragon was far too calm for someone about to be executed. Even someone that insane should realize that they're running out of time right? He should be at least panicked. What made him feel so uneasy?
"RED DRAGON!" A powerful yell echoed over the entire town's cries. Everyone's yells and cries slowly turned to whispers and murmurs as everyone stared in confusion towards the newcomer that blocked the Rune Knights from progressing any further towards the execution platform.
It didn't take long for the councilman to piece together who exactly was standing in front of them. The blond hair, casual stance, and general air of cockiness. Well, all that and being the spitting image of another highly wanted criminal.
"White Dragon! Everyone evacuate immediately!" Doranbolt ordered this immediately, but most of the populace had already begun to flee. Loud cries of terror greeted Makarov in a huge tidal wave and he dragged off with the mob who had assumed he was some random old man.
"Yeah that's my name." White Dragon said casually, spotting with the corner of his eye his partner slipping into position.
Doranbolt positioned himself behind Red Dragon and placed a knife at his throat. Also ordering his troops to surround White Dragon. "You are obviously here for Red Dragon. But if you make a single move his life will end right now."
White Dragon yawned loudly. Irritating Doranbolt with his utter disrespect. "You look like shit master. Like worse than you regularly do."
Red Dragon rolled his eyes. "Ha. Ha. Ha. That's so funny I forgot to laugh."
White Dragon blinked in minor confusion. "But you did laugh."
Red Dragon growled. "Oh for Kami's sake, one of you two free me already."
Doranbolt seemed confused. "What do you mean two of you? There is only one dragon here."
Red Dragon stared him dead in the eyes. "You seriously didn't notice the other one behind you about to knock you the fuck out?"
Doranbolt disregarded his statement after looking behind him. "As if there would be three of the dragons all here together. You bluff."
"Yeah master. He's wrong it's not just me and Black Dragon. All of us are here." White Dragon clarified matter-of-factly. Though he seemed to be getting more and more excited as time passed.
Doranbolt suddenly felt an immense magical presence just behind him. But even though he checked again. There was nothing. But just the threat of all five of the dragons being in one location was terrifying. He had no idea the kind of destruction they could cause.
"If you're going to stop Black Dragon, you really should look at your feet." Red Dragon clarified before throwing his head back as viciously as possible in the direction of Doranbolt's face.
He succeeded in connecting squarely with Doranbolt's nose and breaking it. He dropped the knife and grasped at his nose that was bleeding profusely. But no sooner did Red Dragon break Doranbolt's nose did he see someone leap out of the very ground and land a devastating upper cut. With Black Dragon revealing himself to have hidden inside Doranbolt's shadow. Now standing next to Red Dragon.
But during this, White Dragon had suddenly and brutally assaulted the surprised guards surrounding him and in just a matter of moments. The three dragons were the only people left standing in the center of the city.
"Allow me master." Black Dragon said quickly, coating his hand in his dark shadowy magic and chopping straight through every restraint holding Red Dragon.
"Oh finally!" Red Dragon exclaimed. Stretching his fairly underused limbs for the first time in close to a year. "How long has it been since I've been free?"
"Just over three months." Black Dragon said.
Red Dragon stared in pure shock. "No, it has to have been longer than that! I heard the new year celebration! That wasn't supposed to happen for a couple of months!"
"Yeah. The celebration is next week. They were celebrating the fact you'd been caught." White Dragon clarified, somewhat confused. How did he not know how long he was captured?
"Wow…really? I guess I was then. Speaking of getting captured, that reminds me." Red Dragon said suddenly, coasting his fist in flames.
Upon seeing his master stalk towards him with a fist ablaze he knew exactly what he was in for. "Wait plea-" White Dragon attempted to beg for forgiveness, but was ignored and a fiery fist crashed into his face and sent him through the house behind him and onto the next street.
"That'll teach you to hit me with a unison raid and then leave me in the middle of a village. Even if it was on fire." Red Dragon mumbled to himself, continuing to curse White Dragon until he was satisfied with himself.
"That may have been a bit excessive." Black Dragon said out of worry for his friends health. Their master may have been a tad more angry than they suspected.
"Ignore him, he still has a job to do." Red Dragon began, before turning around and staring at their newest company. Namely Makarov Dreyar.
"You said everyone was here right? Get 'em together I'm going to have some fun." Red Dragon said, walking towards Makarov with a predatory smile on his face. But Black Dragon stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Grey Dragon and Blue Dragon are probably dealing with Siegrain and his forces right now to make an opening for us to escape. I think we need to retreat while we still have you and before we lose anyone else." Black Dragon asked his master this, but from the pressure he was applying to Red Dragon's shoulder it really was more of an order.
Red Dragon sighed. "Fine, we'll leave. The signal is the same as it always has been right?"
At Black Dragon's nod of his head Red Dragon placed both of his fists on top of one another and brought them to his mouth before inhaling deeply. So deeply that his body actually began to swell up with the amount of magic he'd brought into his lungs.
"Fire Dragon's Roar!" He yelled, as fire spewed forth from his mouth with such force that it climbed higher than the tallest buildings in the city and into the sky. The controlled pillar of fire continued to twist and turn and ravage the skyline before it vanished.
"That should do it." Red Dragon said before sighing in relief after he was hit with a decent exhaustion wave after using up so much magic after being deprived of it for so long. But the sensation brought him great joy, thoughhe still had to deal with Makarov who was angrily staring them down.
"Let's go." Black Dragon said. Their mission was complete and all they had to do was flee. But his arm was tossed off by his master as he continued to glare down Makarov and he the same.
"You and White go. I have some unfinished business with Makarov." Red Dragon said coldly, ignoring the protests of Black Dragon that sprung up immediately.
"But master-" Black Dragon began to ask, no plead with his master to flee. But his master grabbed him by the collar of his shirt got within inches of Black Dragon's face in order to stare him dead in the eye.
"Leave. Right now. You and White will get Grey and Blue Dragon out of this city. Hopefully before any real destruction starts. If I don't hold Makarov off until I can actually escape, then you both will be crushed like insects." Red Dragon, threatened. Though Black Dragon saw the wisdom in his master's words. Makarov was very powerful, only his master could possibly escape. He couldn't escape and protect them at the same time.
"Fine. Be careful." Black Dragon relented, relieved when his master smiled and ruffled his hair like a child rather than punching him through a building like his colleague. He ran off to collect White Dragon and left towards where Grey and Blue Dragon were waiting.
Now that Red Dragon and Makarov were alone. The two simply stared at one another, gauging the other's power and abilities.
"Now that we're alone I hope we can settle this without fighting." Red Dragon said suddenly, dropping all of his anger and casually cleaning out his ear with his pinky.
"How do you expect that to happen? You expect me to let someone else handle you? It's either that or you're left unopposed while you slaughter this city Natsu." Makarov almost spat at the man. He didn't really have much of a choice but to engage Natsu on his own.
"I guess I'll call you by what I used to call you Makky since you're spitting out my name like that." Natsu began, flicking off the ear wax he'd gathered and walked over to the unconscious Doranbolt and swiping the man's overcoat since his own dress was rather lacking to just the ragged black pants they gave prisoners.
"Oh yeah." Natsu said suddenly, snapping his fingers and rudely dropping Doranbolt. To which said man groaned in pain.
"What makes you think I'll slaughter this city Makky?" Natsu asked interested. As if he had absolutely no idea where Makarov was getting the idea from.
"You've destroyed countless villages and killed over a thousand people Natsu. Why do you think I would think that?" Makarov asked rudely, the more he saw Natsu's casual disregard for life the more furious he got with the man and himself.
"Destroyed villages and killed a thousand people? Huh." Natsu began, rubbing his chin in thought before staring quizzically at Makarov. "The last time I spoke to you Makky was when we parted ways after I turned down your offer to join Fairy Tail right?"
"Yes. What about it? Are you going to blame me for your crimes?" Makarov asked with no small amount of hidden anger.
"Oh no I destroyed those villages. But I only killed the mages there. I let everybody else go since they didn't have anything to do with the kidnappings." Natsu clarified, standing no more than six feet apart from Makarov now. Though Makarov was more than prepared for an attack of some kind, he felt no aggressive intent from Natsu.
"What kidnappings? Those villages were nothing but regular villages. There were no mages or kidnappers there." Makarov stated, he'd looked into Natsu's crimes before, desperately looking for something to show he had no involvement. But now he'd heard straight from his mouth that confirmed everything he'd heard and he was angry. But what was he talking about?
"Those kidnappings…how do I explain them? Well-" A sudden explosion rocked the city. Though it was outside the city's walls it was incredibly powerful. Powerful enough for Natsu to force himself into action.
"Makky, I've unfortunately got to cut this short, but if you have even the slightest bit of trust in me after all these years look up the death of a girl named Janice Flowers. You'll have to look fairly hard, she's sadly unimportant to the world. I'd love to explain that to you, but I won't let anyone important to me get hurt. Not again." Natsu said, turning and preparing to sprint off towards the explosion before a giant hand slammed in front of him with the force to shake the ground harder than what that last explosion had done. And it had actually made a cloud big enough to provide shade to the entire city.
"Give me one good reason to believe a word you say. Then I'll let you go." Makarov demanded, refusing to let Natsu leave regardless of what he'd say.
Natsu was silent for a moment, the sounds of battle in the distance could be heard and seen as extremely high level magic was being tossed around as if it was nothing.
Natsu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and gave a nervous smile to Makarov before he answered. "Sorry Makky. I don't have any good reasons."
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Black and White Dragon had just left the city. And it didn't take them long to see the evidence of their two allies completing their mission admirably. Large pillars of iron and great gashes in the ground surrounding many unconscious bodies, some in much worse condition that others.
"Looks like they did their job in making them think we were launching an all out assault. Looks like the apocalypse out here. Those two don't know how to hold back when it's for his sake do they?" White Dragon said with an amused smile on his face as he surveyed the damage.
"Considering those three are basically family I'm not surprised." Black Dragon agreed with his friend as they continued to search.
"But they did their job well, so where are they?" White Dragon asked. They had all agreed to meet up at a single point after Red Dragon had given them all the symbol to regroup. They were heading towards the rendezvous point but the Grey and Blue Dragon didn't look like they were heading towards the point.
Black Dragon and White Dragon stopped and observed the battlefield more closely. "You don't think they started getting overwhelmed do you?" White Dragon asked, the evidence mounting higher and higher that this was the case.
Just as Black Dragon was about to suggest the contrary, a very powerful explosion knocked them to the ground. The shockwave from the blast rendered them nearly deaf but it did tell them where their comrades were. But that much of a powerful explosive could only be created from a higher level mage then they were. A wizard saint, and only one wizard saint besides Makarov was in Crocus at this time.
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"G…Gajeel…" Whispered the worried and frightened visage of a blue haired girl; her eyes widened as far they could go in shock. She had only minor scrapes and bruises and was more than capable of going much longer with the council regiment that had cornered them. But her hopes of success were suddenly crushed with the most recent addition to the battle.
Namely wizard saint Siegrain.
Of course, Blue and Grey Dragon were doing fine even with his intervention. But neither one of them were prepared or expecting one of the wizard saint's most powerful spells. Just moments ago, seven stars lit up the sky and glowed before smashing into their location with the speed and strength of a meteor.
Blue Dragon's companion realized he wasn't the target of the spell and only had enough time to shield his comrade from certain death and take the brunt of the attack, she survived. But he was much worse off, there were several, at least, inch deep lacerations across his body on the front of his body, she couldn't imagine what his spine looked like. Mainly because she might not have to imagine.
At seeing her alive the man smiled before he collapsed. To the terror of the Blue Dragon who assumed he'd died. She hastily began pouring her lost healing magic into her dear friend in a desperate attempt to save his life.
Siegrain breathed heavily after launching his spell and was surprised that it hadn't killed either of the two Dragons, sure one was nearly dead, but it was well known Blue Dragon could heal wounds and she was damn good at it.
"I'm not sure if I should be ashamed or amazed that they survived." Siegrain said half to himself and half to whoever would listen.
One of the men surrounding the two yelled out in victory. "Not even the power of the dragons can stand up to the wizard saints!" His rally cry was repeated bit by bit until it turned into a chant that overpowered the cries of Blue Dragon as she desperately tried to heal her friend.
As Siegrain smirked a victorious smirk and his men began advancing on the two notorious criminals, he alone stopped suddenly as two more high level magical powers were rushing towards his position at an extremely rapid pace. His life was only saved by his years of experience when a narrow beam of light nearly pierced right through where he was just standing.
His men standing behind him were unable to avoid the oncoming blast and the resulting explosion that followed the spell crashing into the back of someone. The beam of light blasted several dozen of his men away who were unlucky enough to be nearby.
Siegrain turned around and saw the smirking visage of White Dragon wiping at the corner of his mouth.
"Damn. I missed." White Dragon said sadly, it would have been really nice if he'd just taken Siegrain out right there.
"Hmph. You'll need to do better than that to defeat me White Dragon." Siegrain was doing his best to find the other magic power he'd sensed earlier but it had completely vanished. He knew who it was but he'd have to find him before he could fight him.
Blue Dragon suddenly leapt to her feet, out of sight to Siegrain, and drew in as much magic into her lungs as she could while Siegrain was distracted.
"Sky Dragon's Roar!" She bellowed out. Surprising the soldiers advancing on her and Siegrain could just barely jump to the side to avoid the tornado like blast that nearly shredded him to pieces. Though again the same couldn't be said for his men who had been advancing on her.
Soldiers were blasted away and White Dragon took the opportunity to charge the evading Siegrain, who was only just able to throw up his guard and block the powerful kick the sent painful reverberations throughout his body. The power of the kick picked him up off of the ground and sent him rolling on the ground until he planted his feet strongly enough to skid to a stop.
"Shadow Dragon's Roar."
Siegrain didn't have the time to even express his surprise before a wild force of shadows completely swallowed him up and carried him all the way into a large number of his forces nearby. Resulting in a large explosion that crippled any and all of the soldiers caught up in it.
"Suck on that!" White Dragon said enthusiastically before moving to stand between Blue Dragon and the army in front of them. Black Dragon followed him shortly.
"That attack did next to nothing White Dragon. This is only just beginning." Black Dragon reprimanded his comrade. Watching as Siegrain angrily threw off the unconscious bodies of his men with a burst of magic. He looked like he'd barely gotten a scratch.
"Sting. Rogue." Blue Dragon whispered just loud enough for them to hear. "Give me just five minutes and Gajeel will be fine." She was initially extremely worried, but she saw that his wounds would be fine if given time and her magic.
Sting didn't give much of a verbal response, he just simply looked back and grinned while giving her a thumbs up. Afterwards he turned back to stare at the now very angry Siegrain. "We don't have a choice but to hold out Blue. Master is busy with another saint wizard in the city." White Dragon said, locking his livid glare onto the wizard saint who had nearly killed his comrades.
"Another one? How many are in this city? Nevermind that, can master even beat one of them in his condition?" Blue Dragon replied angrily, continuing to apply her healing magic to Grey Dragon.
"He has to. And he knows that. So we can expect him to be victorious. " Rogue answered confidently. "So just worry about Gajeel, we'll deal with that little blue haired pretty boy over there."
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Natsu groaned and threw the chunk of building that fallen on him off with great force. That last attack had probably broken something. What exactly did it break he didn't know, but a lot of his body was hurting and bleeding at this point.
His new coat had several patches torn off and was singed off by his own magic. It had also been stained red in a couple of places due to the absolute ass kicking Makarov was dealing him. He only hit the old bastard once and then he started getting dominated.
He clambered to his feet and shook his head to get back his senses and when that failed he smacked himself in the face a couple of times. He tried to pop his shoulder only to realize what that last attack had probably broken.
"Oww…Makky this shit hurts you know?" Natsu said childishly, rubbing his incredibly sore shoulder before Makarov shrank down back to normal size.
"That is the point of a battle. I cannot allow you to inflict more pain and suffering when I can stop you here and now." Makarov said with grim determination.
"I see. I see. Kill me here and now and no one else gets killed. I get it." Natsu began, crossing his arms and nodding profusely. "But I can't have that, so sorry Makky, I'm cutting things off here. While I'd love to do nothing more than fight you, I'm extremely hungry, malnourished, my muscles atrophied, and I generally haven't been able to use my body for three months. So I'm pretty fucking tired right now. And I have to bail out my guild. Surely you know what that feels like."
"Natsu…" Makarov felt a bubbling of anger he could only barely describe at being compared to this disgusting human being. With insanely fast speed Makarov brought his enlarged hand down on top of Natsu's skull as hard as he could. But just as he made contact Natsu burst into flames. These flames didn't cover his body, he just turned into flames and dispersed as soon as Makarov hit him.
That moment of hesitation and confusion on Makarov's part was just enough time for Natsu to appear behind Makarov. "An ace in the hole like this only works once on the same person."
Just as Makarov turned his head to combat him, Natsu delivered a powerful blow to the aged and well damaged spine of Makarov Dreyar. Sending him collapsing to the ground in paralyzed agony until it healed.
"You taught me that Makarov. That ace in the holes like that only work once. I never forgot you. You know? I always saw you as a friend. Even till this day and even now. You always have been and always will be my friend. And if telling you that would have avoided this fight then I would have done it." Natsu said solemnly as he stared at the shocked face of Makarov Dreyar.
Natsu smiled ear to ear. "We'll settle this for real one day, after I'm at one hundred percent. Well, maybe we won't have to fight anymore by then. Good night Makky!" He then chopped Makarov on the back of the neck and knocked him out, also undoing any damage he did to Makarov's back in the process.
He went to leave but guilt stopped him from leaving Makarov without anything to go off of. If he knew the old man at all, he probably felt somewhat responsible for Natsu's actions. So he tore a wanted poster off the wall and wrote a couple of instructions as well as a private message on the back. He left it in Makarov's coat pocket.
With that done, Natsu got up and stared off in the distance where his guild was fighting. He guessed one of them were already knocked out of the fight considering that they were up against Siegrain plus what was probably close to a thousand council soldiers. He groaned in annoyance before jumping to the top and observing the distant battle as best he could.
"Let's see." He began, adjusting his feet. "Maybe a mile out? Looks like it." Now that he looked around, this house he was standing on was about the only thing left standing after Makarov took his sweet time to smash him into every nearby building.
"Oh well. I'll deal with the side effects later. Blastoff!" He said without care as plumes of jet like fire flew from the bottoms of his feet and he took off at a blistering pace like a fiery meteor. It took him only but a few moments to learn he'd undershot how far the battle was.
XXXXX
The fighting had lulled for a moment. Which is something Black and White Dragon were thankful for, a thousand soldiers and a saint wizard was just too damn much. Sure, Grey Dragon was back in the fight thanks to Blue Dragon but they were about to run out of steam since it took most of Blue Dragon's magic to heal Grey Dragon and most of his time was making sure he didn't get overrun. They very well might have to leave their leader to his own devices and try and meet back up at the guild.
"Listen, Dragons." Siegrain began suddenly. He was worse for wear, with a couple of tears in his uniform and a handful of open wounds that were mostly for show, but he was still raring to go. "You are definitely strong. Surrender now and I will personally grant leniency. Your crimes aren't nearly as bad as your leaders. Otherwise…"
Siegrain left his threat open as the sky once again glowed brightly in seven places, almost forming a constellation in the sky. "Or else I'll simply be your judge jury and executioner right here and now."
The four of them looked back at one another repeatedly, they all seemed to individually agree that fleeing really would be their best option. Their master was extremely resourceful, he would be all right.
But just before they all tried to blast their way through the many soldiers in their way, loud effeminate screaming could be heard in the distance. Steadily getting louder and closer.
"Did you guys hear that?" Grey Dragon asked in confusion.
"Look it's master!" Blue Dragon said in excitement! Pointing toward a pink, flaming, and screaming, meteor hurtling towards the group. Only to crash painfully hard into the ground, tumbling, rolling, swearing, and destroying a good chunk of the terrain directly in front of him before suddenly hitting a small patch of dirt that acted as a ramp that propelled him into the air again.
Siegrain blinked in surprise. "What the fuck…" As he watched the manmade comet tumble, the sudden launch into the air actually aimed Red Dragon directly at Siegrain. Something he only noticed when the tackle of a thousand tackles slammed into his body at a sickeningly powerful pace. The two actually continued flying until they'd finally stopped just short of the four dragons. This also conveniently interrupted and stopped Siegrain's casting of Grand Chariot.
"Master?" Blue Dragon asked in worry. The two mages, Siegrain and Red Dragon, were seeing stars and had forgotten their surroundings completely. But Red Dragon regained his sense after Siegrain blasted him off with a burst of magic before jumping a good distance away from the five dragons. Rubbing his extremely sore midsection when he was safe.
Red Dragon landed on his feet after the blast and sighed heavily. He cracked his neck and tested his joints to see what else he had damaged in his crazy stunt. "Hey guys. Nice to be back out again. Man, if my shoulder wasn't broken before then it sure as hell is now." He said this casually while rubbing his shoulder and trying to get it to move with varying degrees of success.
'Oh fantastic. Now he's here, and I'll catch a hailstorm of shit if he gets away. Please just escape in a way that I can't stop.' Siegrain thought to himself angrily. He knew full well he wouldn't be able to defeat Natsu without his full power and he had no way to access it.
"Natsu." Grey Dragon said quietly once he was done testing out his new injuries. "These guys look ready to charge at a moment's notice. We really need to leave."
Natsu looked at Grey Dragon with half annoyance and half excitement. "I thought I told you to use the dragon names unless we're at the guild."
Grey Dragon groaned in exhaustion. "You've been in prison for three months, they know all of our names now. And why do you always focus on something so inconsequential?"
Natsu suddenly got irritated and got in Grey Dragon's face. "Well I wonder why they know your names now? Oh that's right, because all of my orders are stupid to you and you're an idiot!"
Grey Dragon immediately got just as angry as his master. "Who are you calling an idiot? Certainly not you mister 'I got stuck in a prison for three months!"
Natsu had had enough. "C'mere you son of a bitch!"
Natsu and Grey Dragon suddenly began brawling in the middle of the battlefield to the utter astonishment to Siegrain and every soldier surrounding them. But only to the sad despondent sighs of the other three dragons who began drawing in the dirt with either their hands or feet.
Siegrain suddenly felt very insulted and blasted the two of them with magic just as Natsu was trying to gouge out Grey Dragon's eyes and Grey Dragon was about to deck him square in the face. The two immediately halted their brawl and separated in order to dodge.
But then immediately went back to brawling with each other once the blast hit one of Siegrain's soldiers.
Siegrain had enough. "Stop ignoring me!"
"Not going to work." Sting said bored. He and Rogue had sat down and began playing a game of tic-tac-toe. Still in the dirt.
"It's best to just let them go, they'll notice you eventually." Blue Dragon said bored while she was intensely drawing a cat. Also in the dirt.
"You don't need to always be the center of attention Siggy." Rogue said without missing a beat. "I win."
"Eat me. Rematch time." Sting said upset, wiping the previous game away and beginning a new one.
Siegrain was twitching in anger at this point. Not only were they mocking him and calling him an attention seeker. They were also ignoring him. His aura of anger was so great that the nearest soldiers were a hundred feet away and still moved away from him.
"I'll show you an attention seeker." Siegrain said through gritted teeth and a furious smile. Once again the sky glowed brightly in the pattern same as twice before, but this time it was much more luminous.
Natsu and Grey Dragon stopped brawling, as fearful recognition flashed on Grey Dragon's face as he saw the sky glow much more brightly than before. Natsu stopped smiling and replace it with an angry frown.
"Grand Chariot!" Siegrain yelled out as he poured every bit of magical power into his spell as possible. He didn't want bodies left, he didn't even want bloodstains left, he wanted absolutely nothing to remain.
The seven stars began falling towards the ground at a blindingly fast pace. But rather than fleeing, Sting, rogue, and Blue all continued doing whatever they were doing; Grey Dragon just leaned back on his hands and watched the sky. But Natsu stood slightly in front of them and once again filled his lungs to their absolute limits.
"Fire Dragon's Roar!" Unlike when he used his spell to signal that the plan was a success, this time it was far more massive and intense; the heat radiating off of it was making everyone present sweat. Natsu used his enormous flamethrower to attack and destroy all seven glowing balls before they even hit the ground.
The resulting explosion was not small in the slightest. Despite the seven balls being somewhat high in the sky, the dust and dirt created completely swallowed up the entire battlefield. And the fierce winds made sure to blow every single bit of the dust into everyone's eyes.
Siegrain himself could easily deal with the resulting dust cloud. But he was astonished that Natsu, in as weakened state as he was, could actually do something as insane as blowing up one of his top spells like it was nothing. He was so caught up in the moment that he didn't even notice that Natsu was right in front of him.
"Yo!" Natsu said suddenly, the word jerked Siegrain right of his stupor and the blue haired man took a step back in shock.
"What is it?" Siegrain asked rudely, but his voice was slightly shaken and he couldn't make it stop.
"Since everyone is blinded and no one will overhear us thanks to my little friend. So, I thought it was time for us to have a little conversation." Natsu said casually, but Siegrain couldn't shake the threatening feeling that something far larger than him was breathing down his neck.
"What kind of conversation?" Siegrain asked, but rather than an answer, he was instead punched incredibly hard in the stomach, which was immediately followed up by grabbing the back of his head with both hands and driving his knee harshly into Siegrain's nose. Breaking it in a shower of blood.
The blows brought him down to his knees and made his stomach do flips in an effort to not vomit. The blood dripping down his face did not help whatsoever. But Natsu wasn't done with him and grabbed by his hair and smashed his head into the ground hard enough to crack the terrain they were standing on.
"You really are a wizard saint, right?" Natsu asked confused. "Because if you are, you should have been able to see that punch. Hell, you should have been able to counter it."
Siegrain ground his teeth in frustration, as well as in immense pain, why was Natsu asking such specific questions? They were far too specific to just be random questions to mock him. "Of course I am a saint you fool. What kind of question is that?"
But Natsu replied immediately with a completely unconvinced stare. "Then why are you so damn weak Siggy? You're nothing compared to your brother. You're barely half his strength. And usually when you kill someone, they'll always say that their family will avenge their death. He didn't even mention you."
Siegrain's eyes widened to almost the side of his head. All of the pain in his body was gone in an instant and in its place was a startling realization. So that was him. He really was the one who did that.
Natsu seemed to also come to the same conclusion because his face suddenly contorted to one of unbridled rage. The fire that suddenly burned behind his eyes was beyond intense, Siegrain could feel his soul being dragged through into that fire pit that burned in Natsu's furious eyes. But suddenly it was gone and he was simply staring at the ring he was wearing on his hand with a far off look. Before Siegrain could question it, Natsu brought a fiery fist down on his head and his world faded to black.
He sighed as he got up, driving his foot onto the back of Siegrain's head as he did so. "I thought I was done with all of that. Oh well." He had a lot of work to do later and he was starting to get really tired. He created a sizeable fireball in his hand and quickly the impromptu dust storm faded away.
Thankfully for the soldiers, reinforcements had arrived and Makarov Dreyar was there with them. But when the dust cleared they were all shocked to the core to see a rather bored looking Red Dragon standing victoriously over an unconscious and beaten Siegrain. On top of all that, the four dragons had taken the opportunity to regroup and recharge their batteries and were now more than ready for an all out battle to the end.
Makarov stared surprised at the unconscious Siegrain, but he was hoping Siegrain could have lasted long enough for him to get here with the council's reinforcements. After all, Natsu was his mistake and he would atone for it.
But Natsu knew Makarov was about to challenge him again, and he wouldn't manage to escape this time. But he had one last trick up his sleeve.
"Oi Makky. You're crazy if you think I'm going to fight you again. So instead, let's have a little game of chicken." Natsu said, kicking the unconscious body of Siegrain into the waiting arms of his men who hastily began treating him.
Makarov raised an eyebrow in interest. "Chicken eh? What do I have to lose?" He didn't actually intend to go along with Natsu's game but he'd let him think it.
"Well, you let my guild go." Natsu began, motioning behind him with his thumb. The group in mention raising an amused eyebrow. "And the first one to go after them loses. You want to know what happens to the loser?"
Makarov was curious again, at least Natsu was still as interesting as he was when he was a child. "What happens to the loser?" One didn't have to be veteran mage to feel the tension in the air between the two wizards. It was almost thick enough to choke on it.
Natsu grinned dangerously. "They die."
He then began coiling every single bit of his magic onto his arms and forced all of it to continuously keep feeding into a small ball between his hands. And every time the ball started to grow larger than his hands, he would growl and put even more effort into shrinking it back down. He was compressing all of his magic into a ball no bigger than a tennis ball. When he finished sweat was visibly dripping off of him and even his own guild members were looking back and forth nervously. But they remained silent and watched their master do what he did best.
Makarov wasn't going to give Natsu anymore time to cast his dangerous spell and took a step forward. But as soon as he did Natsu laughed loudly.
"I wouldn't do that Makky, the magic here is so compressed and powerful to the point where it's fires would even burn me to ashes. Just imagine what it would do if I lost my concentration for just a moment. What would happen to this bomb in my hands here." Natsu said with a strained laughter.
Makarov became infuriated and ordered the forces nearby to move far away from Red Dragon but to also ensure that they were surrounded completely. 'What's your game Natsu? What would you accomplish by killing everyone here?'
"All right now, the dragons will leave without any resistance. Right now. Or else I drop the ball and blow us all away." Natsu threatened.
To show that they were willing to believe absolutely in their master, all four dragons stood right next to Natsu. Showing everyone present that they'd rather die than let their master be captured again.
The sight almost brought a smile to Makarov's face. They had such faith in one another that he almost saw them as members of Fairy Tail for a moment. He snapped himself out of his revere. And weighed his options, it became apparent fast that letting four criminals go in exchange of thousands of lives was the correct choice. He could apprehend Natsu simply now that he was using all his magic like that.
"Fine." Makarov agreed, despite not actually having the authority to release them he agreed swiftly. The soldiers looked back and forth, grumbling at one another, before eventually opening a path for the four mages to leave.
Sting and Rogue were the first to leave. Grey Dragon followed them after going back to bring Blue Dragon with him. She didn't really want to leave her master alone anymore. But once Natsu ordered her to go she eventually conceded and left with the group who vanished in the nearby forest.
As soon as he believed they were a good distance away, Natsu dropped his spell and collapsed to his knees with a smile. He laughed, that spell was absolutely worthless, all it ever did was just make him burn away all his magic. It had no explosive results like he claimed.
"I surrender! I'm out of magic completely. Three months of atrophy and two saint wizards is just too much." Natsu said while switching to sit on his butt and wait for him to be either killed or recaptured.
The soldiers released a collective sigh of relief once Natsu had dropped to his knees. Makarov was one of them. But as he was about to ask for a set of magic restraining cuffs, Siegrain placed a hand on his shoulder.
"That's quite enough Makarov. You may leave, this is the council's job not yours." While Siegrain's words were kind, there was no kind nature to the way they were said or in the body language of the one who said them.
Makarov was going to argue to stay until Natsu was completely recaptured, but Siegrain said something to stop him. "If you stay here any longer, then I'll have Fairy Tail go without a master for a while. Someone has to take responsibility for the damage he's done."
Makarov didn't like the words one bit, he actually felt offended, but left anyway. Now Natsu was surrounded by everyone who was furious with him. Siegrain more than any.
Siegrain had Makarov leave for no reason other than he knew he wouldn't let him kill Natsu right here and now. So he pulled rank and forced him to leave. Siegrain grabbed the magic restraining cuffs and walked over to the exhausted and smiling Natsu. He grabbed him by the arm and violently pulled him to his feet before completely impaling him through the chest with his arm.
But as soon as Siegrain impaled Natsu, he turned into a man composed entirely of flames and dispersed. Startling the entire military force their and making Siegrain see nothing but red.
'Natsu Dragneel!'
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The four of them were watching as Siegrain tried to underhandedly kill their master and Blue Dragon nearly flew into a blood rage. But when the very man they all just watched die scared the crap out of them by jumping out in front of them, they had several questions. Of course they were asked after Grey Dragon immediately continued his brawl where Siegrain had interrupted it. And the entire group was relieved that it was all over.
Or at least they were relieved until Natsu collapsed in front of them suddenly.
"Oi Wendy! What's wrong with him?" Grey Dragon asked in worry. Sting and Rogue were both worried, but Grey Dragon was simply the first one to vocalize it.
Wendy was extremely diligent in diagnosing what was wrong with him, but her worry soon turned back into one of relief. "He's just really malnourished and used a lot of magic Gajeel. He'll be fine once we get back to the guild and he gets some food in him. He also might have a broken collarbone. I can fix the collarbone. Other than that he just needs rest." After a little bit of being enveloped by Wendy's glowing green healing magic Natsu fell asleep.
Gajeel nodded his head and threw the now sleeping master on his back. "All right, lets head back and snag some food while we're at it."
Sting looked ready to agree right there, but Rogue halted them all with a hand. "I think it would be best right now to just head back and eat there. He can wait another hour to eat. Besides I was ready for this."
Rogue then pulled the knapsack he was hiding underneath his overcoat and pulled a sizeable amount of food in plastic baggies. "Here you go master. As fresh as two day old Lisanna food can be."
"Ass kisser." Sting mumbled under his breath, failing to dodge the backhand that connected directly to his face from the one he was insulting.
Natsu seemed to wake up enough to recognize he was being talked too but simply ate the food whole, plastic bags and all. "Mooooore…" He mumbled before falling asleep again.
"Everyone ready?" Gajeel asked, after receiving firm nods of confirmation they all started off towards the guild.
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"We're finally here! Took long enough, I really missed this place." Sting said excitedly, happily jumping down the canyon that lead to the entrance of their guild. Followed swiftly by his comrades.
"Let's see you carry him all the way here and listen to him snoring you damn twig! I bet you would have caved in ten minutes." Gajeel snapped at him, annoyed at being the one stuck with lugging back their surprisingly heavy master.
"Whine, whine, whine. It's all you do." Sting and Gajeel continued to argue as they entered the run down shack that hid their guild.
"Kami this place is gross." Wendy complained, plugging her nose as the rotten boards and animal marks found its way into her sensitive nose.
"Then clean it." Sting said blankly.
The group opened up the hidden compartment hidden by the empty bookshelf. They all silently followed the stairs down as Rogue grabbed a torch and led them down the dark passageway. After several minutes of minor bickering between the group, the stairs eventually led them to a well lit cavern of immense size.
In this cavern laid a huge stone carving of a dragon with an open maw big enough for one to walk in with ease. The body coiled around the entirety of the cave, before eventually merging together into one big guild room with only minor rooms off to the size that they had added after the place was made theirs.
"This looks nothing like a dragon. It really doesn't." Sting commented, looking at the giant structure they were walking into.
"You say that every time." Gajeel commented tiredly, he'd heard this spiel a hundred times . As did everyone who actually listened anymore.
"I know but doesn't it bother you how little it looks like our dragons? I still can't believe you guys still don't get bothered by it. Dragon worshippers are weird." Sting said immediately. He was always ready to argue this fact until someone saw it his way.
"Why do you never understand or remember that all of our dragons look completely different? It's completely possible that a dragon looks exactly like this!" Wendy said exhausted, Sting would always argue this point and it honestly was just faster to argue it with him than to listen to him complain about being ignored for six hours. Drunk.
"Everyone shut up." Rogue ordered. They had all entered the dragon's mouth and reached the back of its throat. Rogue knocked three times in rapid succession and watched as a slide opened up just big enough for someone to look out and see who was there.
The slide shut and several unlocking sounds were heard before a ragged looking woman with short white hair wearing a black barmaid uniform with just longer than a knee length skirt opened the door. The woman looked as if she hadn't stopped worrying for an eternity.
"Where have you all been for three days? I've been worried sick! I thought you'd all been captured!" The woman said angrily, but also relieved when she saw that they were finally returning with the last member of their little guild. She quickly ushered them in and locked the door behind them. The room she quickly brought them into was a quaint little dining hall. The group of them finally kicked up their feet and relaxed after a job well done.
"Sorry Lisanna." Sting apologized embarrassed. "But they kept changing his execution date."
Lisanna glared at them but sighed and evened out the wrinkles in her dress before turning towards their master. "I'm guessing he's ridiculously hungry." Lisanna said while pointing to the sleeping Natsu whom was now just resting his head on the table.
Natsu's eyes groggily cracked open. "I smell Lisanna but I don't smell Lisanna's food."
"That answer your question?" Gajeel said with a smile.
Lisanna smiled widely. "Yep! One Natsu sized food mountain on its way." She then filled three mugs with booze and gave Wendy a glass of milk.
Wendy grumbled when she saw her milk. "I'm fourteen. I don't want milk I want liquor!"
"You're too young for it!" Lisanna reprimanded her from behind the counter. But went back to cooking before she could follow up on it.
"Wendy just chug the milk real quick." Sting whispered in her ear.
When Wendy raised an eyebrow in interest, Sting just urged her to do it. Out of curiosity she complied and sure enough as soon as she was done, Sting split his alcohol with her and she beamed from ear to ear.
"Thanks bid brother Sting!" Wendy almost never referred to the others as her older brothers anymore, but that's exactly what she thought of them and she slipped back into her childhood habit of calling them her older brothers when she was either really happy or excited. Though she saw Natsu as more of a father figure considering she had been with him the longest and since she was a lot younger.
Sting blushed a little bit out of embarrassment but kept his cool about it. "That's what I'm here for right?"
Wendy nodded her head in excitement and went to take a big sip but a hand on her wrist stopped her. When she looked to see its owner she was meant with the disappointed stare of Natsu .
"When you're old enough for liquor I'll tell you. Until then you're not allowed." Natsu reprimanded her, slowly sitting upright in his chair and staring her down until she put the glass down and dumped it back in Sting's bottle.
Natsu nodded his head and rubbed her hair affectionately. "Good. Besides, that's eighty proof vodka. You don't want to start with that."
Wendy suddenly felt a great gratitude to Natsu and great anger at Sting, who was whistling and pretending not to notice the glare of a thousand children staring into his soul.
Shortly after this exchange, Natsu brought everyone's attention to himself. "Have you guys been progressing with the plan at all these last three months or have you spent the majority of the time planning to bust me out?"
Gajeel sighed. "No, I don't think we can make a move on those guys without you Natsu. OraciónSeis maybe, but we don't have the balls to do anything else without you."
Natsu nodded his head in acceptance. "To be honest I don't want any of us to make a move yet now that I've got more of a handle on my strength limit. Speaking of that, even at max strength I wouldn't be able to defeat Makarov unless I went all out."
Everyone at the table stared at him in surprise. Natsu never actually admitted when he was weaker than somebody unless it was by a large margin. "You can't be serious Natsu. You're untouchable! You dominated that wizard saint Siegrain! How could you not handle Makarov? You'd really need to use to use that to beat him?" Sting said suddenly, voicing what everyone was thinking.
Natsu shrugged his shoulders. "Hell that might not actually be enough. I've never met someone who was still stronger than me in that form so I don't know it's limits. He could still probably beat me. All I know is it would be a long and brutal fight."
There was silence at the table, if Natsu was doubting his own strength then their plans might be impossible.
"There's actually more pressing matters than either the plan or Makarov." Natsu said with a dead serious tone that they hadn't heard from him in a long time.
"Jellal's alive."
Natsu's proclamation shocked everyone at the table and Gajeel slammed his hand on the table in anger.
"That's impossible! You killed him and that tower of his ten years ago! How the hell is he alive?" Gajeel demanded to know. Why the hell was Natsu mentioning someone they all hated immensely? That man would ruin the day for all of them.
Natsu shook his head. "I ran out of time to ask Siegrain. But he knows something."
Sting huffed in anger loudly. "Does that mean we're going back to the tower?" He didn't even really need to ask, he wanted to go back.
Natsu nodded his head. "As soon as I'm healed and back at full power yeah."
"But forget about that." Natsu began, perking everyone up. "We're still going to make the entire Balam Alliance our bitches!"
They all smiled ear to ear and clanked their drinks together, minus Natsu who didn't have one and Wendy since she was too short. To add to the celebration Lisanna finished cooking Natsu's meal for him and they all watched as he sucked at least ten pounds of food into stomach in a matter of moments.
"More!"
A/N: That's a wrap. Also I need to ask you guys if you like the longer chapters or if you like the shorter ones that come out a little more often. I don't particularly care which. That's it for today though, so hopefully you all enjoyed it.