This is a sequel to Slaves of Legacy. You should probably read that first.


When Sylph returned to the Moby Dick she didn't know what she expected.

Back when they had all been hell bent on bringing Ace home she had ignored Whitebeards orders and enlisted the help of Little Oars Jr, almost got him killed if she hadn't sucked up Moria's attack into her void, and walked away without any prior notice.

Until then, no one had known that she was a Celestial Dragon.

She didn't think she would get much of a homecoming.

She was dead wrong.

The little ship that Sabo had used to bring his brothers secretly to the chateau her father owned coasted into the same bay that the hulking figure of the Moby Dick inhabited. She could see the Thousand Sunny floating next to it, easily dwarfed by the massive warship her crew inhabited. Even from the little sloop that Ace swooped her off of she could see Whitebeards massive self standing on the deck, waiting for them.

Luffy rocketed himself and Sabo up on deck, by passing Ace entirely. It had been two years since she had gone away.

When her feet touched the deck it felt like it hadn't been so much as a day passed.

Yet, she felt like an outsider now, in her fine clothes and her curled up hair. The jewels glittered on her skin, dancing in the burning light of the setting sun. With her face still painted she looked exactly like the Celestial Dragon that she was supposed to be.

Her heart was in her throat when Whitebeard met her eyes. She couldn't tell what he was thinking.

For a long, tense moment she was filled with fear that she was welcomed back. That Ace had done as she had, and acted on his own to get a crewmate back.

Then, teeth appeared from under the massive mustache.

"Welcome home, Sylph. Come give your father a hug!"

With burning eyes Sylph threw herself at the massive pirate. He brought into the air and into his arms. She didn't have a ghost of a chance of circling him with her arms, but she did her best. She really was home.

She was allowed to stay there for only a minute before she was placed back on the ground and grabbed up by Izou, who very firmly pulled her towards the rest of the gathered crew. Sylph's eyes were still stinging but that didn't stop the smile from gracing her face when she saw what their fathers imposing self had blocked from her sight before.

A party.

A party with all her brothers and sisters and the Straw Hat pirates and a couple of people she could only assume were revolutionaries. As well as every slave she had freed over the last two years.

Domeric, the first one she had ever let loose, looked good. He wasn't soft and skinny anymore and he met her eyes with a vicious, cheerful defiance that filled her chest with pride. He had come a long way from a broken slave boy that frankly sucked at making a bed.

She could see the Whitebeard tattoo proudly on his chest, where his shirt hung open.

He and the rest crowded closer to her as soon as she was in reach, each one talking at once, each one she knew by name. Domeric, Helen, Stephan, Lindor, Kennedy, Pierce, Warren and so many others. They were just a small fraction of the slaves that her family had owned, had bought, had traded away but they were here. They were alive, they were free and she had done something to assure that.

That much itself helped ease the guilt of being born noble.

So she let herself be swept up in the festivities, in the joy of a daughter coming home at last.

She found herself passed from one person to the next while the sun went down and torches were brought out. Alcohol sloshed in mugs and songs lifted into the air.

Sylph found herself deposited in Ace's arms hours later. At some point someone had taken a knife to her finery and torn it into something better than what she'd had. Her stomach was exposed and her legs were bared under a shredded skirt. The small ruby she kept in her ouroboros tattoo shone with the fire of the torches.

Ace caught her easily and spun her into the air. Her hair, now freed of its roll, fell around her shoulders, halfway down her back.

"Hey there," he kissed her, soft and brief.

"Hi. Thank you for bringing me back."

Ace looked away. Suddenly anything cool or smooth about him was gone and Sylph found herself staring at the dork she would have given her life for.

"Thank you. For, for what you did back there. Even thought you knew that his blood is inside of me-"

"Hush," she flicked his ear. "You are your own person. You're a dick because that's who you are, not because of who your father is," she teased. Ace rolled his eyes at her. "Besides, if you're such a demon for being Gold Roger's kid, what does that make me?"

Ace looked like he was sucking on a lemon. Sylph kissed him again to ease the sting.

"Come on. I want to play with that reindeer your brother has."