Chapter 1 - Starting Point

Book 1: Prologue

Book 2: Pre-Canon Fairy Tail.

Book 3: Canon Fairy Tail to Pre-Seven Year time skip.

Book 4: After time skip to Final Arc.

Book 5: Final war.

Welcome to Book 2 of my mini-verse Fairy Tail series! For those of you who haven't read Book 1 'First Light', please do so! It explains a lot of the OC character's abilities, background, and world history!

IMPORTANT NOTE: MAKE SURE TO READ AT 1/2 SETTING FOR BEST PARAGRAPH SETTING.

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As they began walking out of the entrance, Jellal quickened his pace to match with Benjin's.

"Where do you plan on going now?"

Right, he still did not know where he was headed. All this time, the Temple called him through his pendant. But now, he no longer felt such a pull, so whatever he could do, was up to him.

I'll figure it out later.

"Don't know, just going to head west and go from there." Jellal raised an eyebrow at his words.

"I know of a place where we can go."

Oh?

"And just where is that?"

Benjin was getting impatient, Jellal simply stared forward in silence instead of saying the place. People can't just do that, leave such a big question unanswered and just not talk! That's…bad practice.

Another ten seconds passed, before Jellal finally spoke up.

"I heard it from a…" The blue-haired boy's mouth stopped moving, his eyes drooping while he slowly began looking down. "from a guy, we should head to Fairy Tail."

"Fairy Tale? That doesn't even sound like a real place," and it probably isn't; that name itself meant something that's not real, and definitely was not a place.

"No," Jellal corrected, shaking his head. "Fairy T-ail, as in the body part tail."

Benjin simply stared at Jellal, his apparent correction not making his words making any more sense than it was originally.

"Alright, I'll give, just how do we get to this… Fairy T-ail?" He emphasized the 'a' sound to mock the blue-haired mage.

Grunting in annoyance, Jellal simply looked into the distance, thinking of an answer.

"Somewhere in Fiore."

Not caring for the vague description, Benjin simply scoffed into a chuckle, a look of purpose plastered on his face.

It's not much, but… "It's a freaking start."


Right… there are no stairs. Benjin shot his companion a challenging glare, before zooming up the rocky wall. "Bet I can get up there faster than you!" At least, that was what he thought as a golden-blue blur shot up the cliff, landing perfectly on the top. What the shit?!

Benjin grunted from his position, forgetting that the blue-headed boy had such a broken spell. "Okay that's cheating and you know it!"

Jellal smirked triumphantly. "Yeah? How can I cheat when there are no rules?"

Why you… dick! Not seeing the point of climbing by hand anymore, he too, used a spell, specifically his light chains, to grapple himself up.

"You just got to take the fun out of everything huh?" The blonde climbed up seconds after the other, dusting his robe.

Jellal simply waved him off. "Sounds like what a loser would say."

"…Nope, still a cheater!" Benjin's accusation made the other roll his eyes.

"Yeah okay, sore loser!"

Grr… freaking piece of-

*Chirp!* Benjin was snapped out of his grovelling from a rather… unfamiliar sound.

"…?"

*Chirp!*

Benjin turned to Jellal, only to see him fixated on something directly in front of them. Of course, he just had to block whatever he was looking at with his dumb blue head. Moving around the blue-haired boy to see, Benjin widened his eyes at the little yellow creature that seemed to be happily wobbling towards them.

"Is that a-" Benjin began, the words seemingly difficult to get out of his throat.

"Dragon?" Jellal finished for him, eyes widened to the size of plates from the sight.

Those absolutely humongous and terrifying beasts he saw in the war could look as… short and stubby as this? Why was there even a dragon running towards him? And why was it so happy? Seriously, what even IS today? As the two dumbfounded boys simply stared at the stubby little creature, the cat-sized dragon simply came up to them… sniffed both of them, before nuzzling Benjin's leg.

"I think he likes you," Jellal joked.

Benjin was still quite confused at what was going on. Where did the dragon come from? It was still a bit… slimy looking. No, way! Did it just hatch? What are the chances it would come right now? Benjin widened his eyes in realization. The Temple?!

"What should we even do with him?" As the dragon continued to circle happily around the light mage, Benjin could only stand in silence, briefly glancing in between stares to look to his friend for suggestions.

Jellal shrugged. "I don't know, he's following you, not me."

Yeah thanks real help right there.

But really, what should he do with it? He was not expecting this at all! First the temple, then the demon, then this! Benjin continued looking at the dragon, who was still doing some weird dance. It really seemed to like him, but how would he even take care of it? Can it feed itself? Does he have to take it for walks? Is he even capable of doing this?

"…"

The last straw for the light mage was the golden puppy eyes staring right back at him, melting his heart a little. …Alright you can come!

"Well looks like we're taking him with us." Benjin relented, although not regretting his decision.

Jellal simply deadpanned at his partner, before continuing towards the west.

"He's following you, so not my problem." Seeing the mocking smile on Jellal's face, Benjin couldn't help himself but scowl.

"Yeah? Well when he grows up I'll have a giant dragon and you'll have nothing."

"Don't say I didn't tell you when he eats you."

The boys simply stared at each other awkwardly until the silence was broken by Benjin.

"Just keep walking."

Knowing he won their small bout, Jellal simply smiled to himself as he turned forwards towards Fiore.

What should I name him? Looking at the tiny dragon trekking on behind them, Benjin noticed most if not all of the dragon was covered in yellow scales that seemingly reflected the sun's rate. What was its gender even? Do dragons even have gender? But the name; maybe he should name him how his father named him. Since his dad's fake name… or was it was his real name - was Seijin, and his own name was Benjin. Maybe something following the theme?

"Hey Jellal, got any good ideas for names?" The godling asked out of the blue, not seeing that Jellal was in deep thought.

"Erza."

Benjin furrowed his brow in confusion. "What? Why that?"

Widening his eyes, Jellal hurriedly turned towards the blonde. "No! Not that name, I was just thinking, and it just came out."

"Who's this Erza?" As soon as he said that, Jellal's expression dimmed. His eyes were no longer looking forward and his entire demeanor just seemed more…slumped.

"No one of importance." Benjin scowled at that.

Okay, it's not like I wanted to know anyway. Sighing, he would reign in his curiosity, for now. "Well you do you I suppose." Changing the subject, Benjin simply went back to the original question.

"So, any ideas for names, other than… that?"

Jellal looked up, seemingly distracted from his downtrodden thoughts. "I don't know… Clifford?" Clifford…that sounds like an absolutely retarded name for a dragon.

"Not that one."

"Bob?" Ew.

"Nope."

"Draggy?" Even worse.

"Definitely not."

"Drayford?" Benjin's face cringed at the name, causing frustration to noticeably creep onto the blue-haired boy's frame.

"Nah."

Jellal sighed, "…Drajin?"

"Na-" Wait, that actually sounds pretty good! It had the word 'Dra' in it for dragon and it had the 'jin' that he and his dad shared in their names! Putting a finger to his chin, Benjin simply looked at the dragon in silence for a good minute before speaking.

"You know what? I think Drajin works."

In response, the tiny dragon began dancing and chirping happily, as if it knew that it would become its own name.

"The dragon seems to like it," Jellal chuckled lightly at the yellow dragon's antics.

Once again looking into the innocent eyes of the dragon, Benjin simply smiled inwardly. Well, looks like we'll be stuck with each other for a while.

He reached to pet the dragon by instinct, only to forget that it was still covered in…slime.

"Fuck."

In response, Jellal simply roared in laughter, not trying a bit to hold it in.


Three Weeks Later

"Meteor!" Jellal exclaimed, flying around a set of trees comparable to a race track. Of course, due to the nature of such a spell, he was only able to clear just eight laps before he was forced to take a breather. Damn, why can't I fly longer?!

For hours, he had been practicing. For hours, he had been gradually losing his stamina. At the start of the day, he was able to get over twenty laps of the clearing. While there was certainly progress, it simply wasn't enough. Definitely not.

The battle he had with his companion against that Balrog demon had shown just how much he needed to improve. Despite just fighting for minutes, his magic drained too quickly from his constant usage of meteor. There had to be a way to make it better, more efficient! If the only way he could extend the spell was to gain more magic, then it simply would not work. Not against anything with even an ounce of stamina.

The blue-haired mage squeezed his head with the palm of his hands. "Augh! This is just so frustrating!"

"Hey Jelly!" a voice called from the side, where Benjin sat spectating. The blonde had just finished his own training session, so he simply watched while resting.

"What do you want?" Jellal was quite irritated at the lack of progress with meteor, and that bastardization of his name was not helping! Sure, he learned a new spell, but the most important one in his opinion, was meteor.

"Any luck?"

That nonchalant attitude of his taunting companion was definitely getting to him. Benjin had more progress with his own magic; whether it was improving the spells he already knew or learning that new magic of his. His own progress was marginally more than a snail's pace!

"Still the same…" The slight disappointment quickly became frustration, then anger.

Running towards a tree, Jellal began kicking it with a bright aura around his leg.

"I tried EVERYTHING!" Another set of kicks.

"Putting more magic!" The tree now had a sizable dent on its side.

"Using less magic!" The dent had become an entire chunk off of the tree.

"It just doesn't WORK!" A burst of light came from Jellal's leg, exploding in contact with the wood, falling the tree to its side.


While the blue-haired boy was rampaging a piece of nature, Benjin simply stared at the clearing.

More doesn't work, and less doesn't work either… hmm. Widening his eyes in realization, Benjin quickly jumped up before screaming at Jellal.

"Hey! I think I figured it out!" Immediately, Jellal's foot stopped mid kick before he abruptly turned towards the blonde in anticipation.

"You said more magic doesn't work right?" Jellal nodded. "And less also does not work correct?" He nodded again, this time more impatiently.

"Have you ever tried simply using the same amount of magic, but condensing it?" Benjin smiled; condensing magic was exactly how his own spells worked. If he could improve his own spells that way, why couldn't Jellal? Besides, he was wasting a bunch of magic flying around with that massive aura surrounding him anyway.

The tattooed mage simply put a finger to his chin in thought. He was seemingly motionless for a while before darting off into the sky, this time with a smaller aura. Did he seriously not think of that at all? Then again, he is Jellal.

Now what should I do? He was kind of tired from the physical training he did earlier, and Jellal was probably going to busy for the next couple hours. So no sparring there… Now that he thought about it, Jellal's meteor was probably one of the most annoying spells in the world. Every time he had the bluehead, he would just zoom out and slap him right in the face!

Benjin smiled. It's a work in progress, but I'll soon have my own trick to counter it, heh.


Outside of training, the two didn't really have anything else to do. Maybe they should pick up the pace? True to that, they were basically advancing at a snail's pace considering they usually spend half the day just practicing magic. As much as he wanted to improve, the 'living in the wild' thing was starting to annoy him.

Really, how long did it take to walk from… wherever the fuck they are, to Fairy Tail? They've probably been walking for one or two months now, and they still have a long way to go. Benjin sighed. Well at least we're not getting bothered by giant flaming demons straight from the nether.

The blonde turned to his travelling companion. "Just curious, but how far away are we from Fiore?" Jellal stopped, taking out a map from his satchel before taking a few seconds to study it.

After a few more moments, the blue-haired boy finally looked up, and turned towards a certain set of mountains. "If that's the Cranvel Mountains, that means we're halfway through Bosco…" Benjin raised an eyebrow, staring at the other through the silence.

"…Continue?"

Sighing, Jellal did just that. "At our current pace, I'd say, we've got about… four months?" Benjin's was taken aback from that. Four months?! We have to be out here for another FOUR months?! After another short awkward silence, the blonde groaned and relented. Screw it… I guess we'll get there eventually. Really, he might as well enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted.


Sometimes, it can be really stress inducing to do the same things over and over for months with few breaks. In fact, there was so little things to do that the two boys really had one method of relieving it? Benjin smirked excitedly. FIGHTING.

The blonde and Jellal stood a good distance away from each other, both raising their auras before the blue-haired boy shot off in a golden flow. "Meteor!" Alright, let's see how much you changed since the last time!

"Light Chains!" Benjin exclaimed, six chains all materializing from the same magic circle that had appeared in front of him, trailing the blue and yellow blur darting around the forest. Benjin smirked. He won't be able to outlast me in this cat and mouse chase.

Jellal was certainly fast; to anyone else, he would have been untraceable. Ever since he learned the correct way to do that 'Meteor' spell, he was able to move faster with far more control and for longer periods of time. Heh. That idiot probably would never have thought of it until he did! He would have been stuck being garbage at it forever! Benjin smirked to himself, he couldn't make their spars together too easy, right?

"Orion!" A voice shouted from the side, before dozens of magic circles materialized everywhere, surrounding him in all three dimensions.

Shit! Thinking quickly, Benjin slammed his hand on the ground, a golden magic circle appearing to his will. "Holy Barrier: Dome!" The half-sphere spell easily blocked the barrage of tiny lasers coming from all directions… and not a single crack.

Benjin smiled to himself; despite knowing that Orion was not a powerful spell, but rather a precision spell, he was quite satisfied with his barrier holding strong. Sharpening his vision, the blonde mage watched for the moment the spell began fade, before launching himself towards Jellal, firing a spell he recently developed to counter his Meteor.

"Light-Make: Sentinel!" Dozens of magic circles all emerged around him, shooting out flat beams of light that zig-zagged towards the other boy at blinding speeds.

There's no escaping from this. Benjin, while still tracing Jellal's form with his spell, had a sly smirk on his face. There was no way he could have anticipated this, as he always made sure to practice in secret.

Wait, what?! To his surprise, Benjin saw that Jellal was expertly weaving around each and every beam despite the speed and quantity. Benjin scowled. Damn I forgot! His reaction time also increases when using meteor!

Then he would have to turn it up! "Violent Sentinel!" As the second form of the spell came into effect, the beams that were following Jellal tripled in both size and number.

I can't keep this up for long. A confident smile creeped up the blonde's frame. But I can do it longer than him! As soon as his spells fully completed, Benjin traced Jellal's movements sharper than ever before. Each individual beam got closer and closer to their target before the speedy mage was forced to drop his spell for a different defensive tactic.

"Planetary Rings!" The retreating boy shouted, multiple magic circles forming around him, before spinning rapidly while rotating with great force. With the increasing speed of each rotation, an illusion of a full sphere became visible, easily deflecting the beams that were tracking him.

Benjin raised a brow. Not bad, but that spell is easily pierced!

"Solar Wave!" The familiar spell ploughed its way through the air, slamming straight into the violent concentric rings before they were fractured into multiple pieces, disappearing from existence. Time to end this! Benjin pumped magic into his legs, charging straight into the opening he created. In an instant, Benjin landed a direct fist into Jellal's midsection, forcing the air out of his lungs.

He can't activate meteor fast enough! Not giving his opponent a chance at respite, he prepared another strike. It's my win! The recovering Jellal could barely look up in time as another fist slammed into his face, knocking him to the ground. Before the blue-haired mage could even try to get up again, Benjin shot a beam in the ground beside his head, signaling the blonde's victory.

"I win." A satisfied smile crept up the light mage's face. No more meteor for you, bitch! The downed mage had a sour look on his face. A combination of surprise and irritation plastered on his expression from the new spell… and from his bleeding nose.

"Alright, alright, what the hell was that!" Getting up, Jellal took the white rag from Benjin's hands before wiping his face all over, hoping to stop the blood.

Smirking, Benjin smugly walked towards their little 'resting' area. "I don't know, you tell me!"

"So that's how it is huh?" Jellal scowled in reply to Benjin's 'answer'.

"Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, Go daddy!" A baby-like voice interrupted the two's moment, causing both heads to turn towards the source.

Sighing, Benjin simply walked towards the little creature before squatting down. "Uhh, Drajin. How many times do I have to say that I'm not your daddy!"

"But you ARE!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes!"

"I can't be a dragon's dad!"

"But you hatched me!"

"That doesn't make…" Okay, this argument is dumb, I'll just make him my pet or something. Benjin turned to his blue-haired friend, only to see a mocking smirk directed straight at him at the dragon's antics.

Yeah you think it's funny now, wait until you get an annoying follower that keeps referring you incorrectly.

Looking back at the happy dragon, Benjin noticed that despite only six months passing, his personal follower had grown quite a bit. From maybe the size of a large squirrel to now the size of a small goat. Speaking of the time they spent in the wild, what did they do for six months anyway? They slowly made their way to Fiore, then they would read the books he took from the library. Then they would practice magic. Then... Hmm - that's literally it. It's already been half a year of that? Damn.

"Hey Jellal." The blue-haired boy turned towards Benjin in interest, although still slightly frustrated.

"Hmm?"

"Do you know how far we are from Fiore?"

In response, Jellal simply looked towards the west, putting a finger on his chin. He looked like he was going to say something, but stopped before taking out a map. Rolling his eyes, Benjin simply sat down before petting the tiny dragon's head.

At least he's kind of cute.

"This map is so fucked now, I feel like I'm trying to navigate with a potato."

Narrowing his eyes, Benjin simply laid down, both of his hands cushioning his head. "So do you know where we are or not?"

"…"

"Not precisely, but I would say we're almost at the border of seven if I'm reading this correctly."

Wait, six months and we're STILL not in Fiore? The blonde stood up and got right into his companion's face. "Didn't you say four months ago that we would arrive about… you know, NOW?!" Scowling, Jellal met his challenge.

"That was an estimate," the blue-haired boy shoved the blonde back, "has it occurred to you that maybe it could have been off by a couple weeks? Or are you just that dumb!" Gr… I'll show you dumb!

"Let me see that map!" Benjin abruptly shot forward, before getting into a tug of war with Jellal over the aged parchment.

"Stop pulling, you're going to break it!" The large piece of text began straining under the pressure.

"You don't even know where we are, do you!" A tiny rip appeared on the corner of the map.

"YES I DO!"

"JUST SHUT UP AND GIVE IT TO ME!"

Ripppp…

Oh shit! Immediately letting go, Benjin noticed there was a massive rip straight in the middle of the map - which showed the entire continent of Ishgar.

"Dumbass!"

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Chapter 1 Done! Next Chapter: A Somewhat Pleasant Journey

For those of you that guessed, Drajin's what followed him out of the temple in Book 1 Chapter 11!

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