"Gajeel!" A boy, around the age of 13, exclaimed, while running up to a boy slightly older than him, maybe 14.
"What?" He grumbled, still chewing on scrap metal.
"Look, look! When I imagine a sword, an actual sword appears! I made it with my magic, and it's even more powerful than normal swords!" The child said with glee, as the older boy looked at him fondly, and reached out to ruffle his hair.
"Gihi, good. If you can do that, go train then. It's useless if you can't even use your magic. Go swing it or somethin'." The younger boy nodded, and immediately ran a few meters away from the older boy, and began to practice, swinging the sword.
Gajeel woke up, with cold sweat forming on his body. He looked over to the tiny black cat, and let out a sigh of relief as his, companion, was still asleep, snoring. Lil' has always been a light sleeper.
It wasn't a nightmare, but it wasn't a pleasant dream either. It just left him with a hollow feeling to it. Something he haven't felt for a while ever since he joined Fairy Tail.
Gajeel still can't believe it. Everything he ever wanted, ever wanted back, ever since Metalicana left. He had nothing. It just grew worst that he joined Phantom Lord. But now, Fairy Tail. Warmth, safety, trust, something, someone, to protect, and if he dare think, family.
Everything.
But then, the dream had to come, a reminder of his past, his failures more specifically. That one person after Metailicana, that he cared for, at least a tiny bit. He wonder where he is now. Is he dead? Is he alive and well, and moved on? Have he joined a guild like Fairy Tail, or something like Phantom Lord again? Questions clouded the iron dragon slayer's mind, all unanswered.
But Gajeel has nothing to do with his past anymore. He has moved on, or so he hoped.
"Uyur, genki desu ga?"
