Hey guys, this is a story that I originally posted on Wattpad and decided to post here. Three chapters are done, so those will all be up today, but it is still a work in progress.


Acnologia and Celeste were flying together over an expanse of seemingly endless forest, when they heard crying coming from the trees below. "Acnologia," Celeste began, but she was cut off by her mate.

"No."

"Please? I feel so terrible leaving it there. We could take it in and raise it as a dragon slayer of both Celestial and Chaos magic," Celeste said, trying her best to convince Acnologia that they should take in the poor lost child. She pulled puppy dog eyes on him, an impressive feat as she was a huge, scaly dragon.

The dragon king sighed, knowing he was beaten. Even he could not stand up to her eyes when she did that. "Fine." He said the word as if it were the last thing he wanted to say, though in truth, he actually wanted to raise a dragon slayer.

The dove down towards the forest, landing in a large clearing where they turned to their human forms. Celeste was a beautiful, golden haired maiden with plentiful cleavage, dressed in a sky blue silk gown that reached her ankles and wrists but left her shoulders and upper chest bare. Her eyes were golden as well, with flecks of midnight blue in them. Acnologia had black hair, spiky and long, and dressed in a kilt you would expect to be worn for battle, with nothing on top. He had a six pack and red eyes with no pupils.

They walked in the direction of the crying, and soon came upon a young girl who looked much like Celeste. She had gold hair in a pixie cut and brown eyes that would be warm if she still held emotion. Her green dress was in tatters, parts of it cut or burned off. She had bare feet, though there was still a tan line where there once were shoes.

Her eyes widened at the sight of Celeste. "Mama?" she called, cautious but hopeful, while what she thought was recognition lit up her eyes, making them blaze with warmth.

"No, dear. I am not your mother. My name is Celeste. What is your name? Why are you crying?" Celeste responded in a soft voice, her motherly instincts kicking in. While she said these words to the girl, she signaled to Acnologia that he should not say anything, and instead keep his mouth shut so as not to frighten the girl with his rough voice.

The girl turned away, her eyes going cold again. "Then go away! I don't want to see you. I want to see my mama," she said, but then her manners kicked in and she turned back toward them. "Sorry for being rude. My name is Lucy. Lucy Heartphilia, daughter of Jude and Layla Heartphilia, heir to their fortune. And I'm crying because they told me my mama died and then I ran away because my daddy's a meanie."

"Did your mama look a lot like you? Was she a celestial wizard?" Celeste asked her. "If she was, I knew her. I am actually a dragon, and so is he. I am the Celestial Dragon, and he is the Chaos Dragon."

"Yes, and yes. I have her keys. The spirits are my only friends. I never even got to meet other people my age."

Acnologia then disobeyed his mate and spoke. "Well, kid, if you want, we can train you in dragon-slaying magic. It's super powerful, and you can have other types of magic along with it. So you don't have to say bye-bye to your friends." Celeste glared at him, but he hardly noticed. All of his attention was on Lucy, who was staring at him wide eyed with her mouth hanging open. "Also, um, we would, um, sort of, like, ahh, be your adoptive parents."

The girl's eyes widened even further at the comment, and without warning, she flung herself forward and hugged the dragons, while shouting, "Yes! Yes! Yes please, please do!" The dragons were unprepared for the outburst, and stumbled backward with the force of her leap.

Celeste chuckled. "Alright then, little Lucy. Let's go home."