Hey Guys!,

Singed here. I know it's been awhile, but life got crazy busy and I needed some time to work on this sequel. I realized that I wanted to keep this story going about half way through the first and so kept it open. Unfortunately, like most sequels what I have so far is not coming together like I'd hoped. The first story in so many ways was effortless but this one will take more work for sure. Let's just say that writing a sequel that is connected enough to the first but also stands on it's own is a challenge. So, what I'm trying to say is this, sorry if it sucks. I have most of it written and will continue to flesh out each chapter and will post once I think its ready. This does mean though that I probably will be posting only once a week, maybe less.

As always, keep reviewing/commenting and if everyone hates what is happening by the end of the first few chapters, I'll scratch the project and start over.

As always, hope you enjoy!

Prologue

The Leader sat in his study drumming his fingers against the wood. He snapped his fingers in a fit of anger and watched as the lacrima shut off and cooled. He needed to determine what this meant for them. Of course, he really couldn't until he had all the facts from his team and like everything else those pathetic fools did, it was sloppy or late. He'd demanded the reports days ago and only Number Five had gotten it to him. He smiled as he thought of the narcissist. He secretly called him the Vain One in his head, but it was better to keep such nicknames to himself.

Looking back at his desk, he picked up Number Five's report and sighed. Yes, it was the only one on time but unfortunately it was horribly written. Then again it had been a magazine article Number Five had written in his undercover job, but it had so many useless facts. Why in the world would anyone care about Levy's favorite colors or Lucy's favorite time of day? The only piece of information that had been of any value had been the part that revealed that Gavey, Levy's son, had to be breastfeed.

The Leader smiled and sat. That one piece of information had been a bright spot. The Vain One may not have understood, but he and Number Two, or The Cold One had. Number Two had ran off to the lab, instantly going to work to see if this meant what they hoped it did. Meanwhile, he had ordered The Sarcastic One, or Number Four, to get started on her latest potion just in case.

Smiling, The Leader put Number Five's report down. Thinking about Number Five however, made The Leader remember that he'd have to talk to him again about his obvious desires for Lucy. He couldn't have his undercover reporter getting himself killed, especially since the guy never stopped his pursuits. It was why The Leader had recruited Number Five in the first place. So, the old saying was true. Your greatest strength was also your greatest weakness.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts and he opened it with a wave of his hand. Number Two and Number Six, The Trapped One, walked in together and nodded towards their leader. "I assume it's good news."

"Yes sir." They said together. The Leader motioned for Number Two to start.

"It is like you hoped Number One. The power has become genetic." The Leader gave a rare smile and stood.

"Then celebrate Number Two. This was you're doing after all. I give you the rest of today and tomorrow off." Number Two bowed and left before his leader could change his mind. The Leader turned to see a frown on Number Six's face.

"Please don't ruin my mood by telling me you have bad news." In answer, Number Six threw a bag at his feet. Blood was dripping from the bottom of it and the lumpy object on the inside was obviously a head.

"Excellent. I'm so glad that you were able to finally by-pass the council's security and execute that worthless pawn."

"I had to wait until after his trial. They all hated him. I'm not even sure if anyone will really care that he's dead. The master has been silenced."

"Good. You left no traces I imagine."

"No. I left enough evidence for them to determine that it was nothing more than a prison fight gone wrong. His greatest enemy in jail is in there for his ability to decapitate, so it seemed fitting." Number One sat and smiled at the stoic man before him. For all his excellent work, Number Six frowned. Number One lost his own smile and frowned back.

"Just say it Number Six. No use in hoping I'll read your mind."

"Why not? You could if you wanted to. That's why I'm in this mess in the first place."

"A fact that will remedy itself once I have my dragon slayer army. Once I am secured in that you may leave with your precious prize and I will have nothing further to black mail you with."

"Except all my crimes I was forced to do under orders."

The Leader shrugged. "You may take me at my word or not. That is up to you. Now, all you have to do is sit pretty for a while. You may hate killing, but you did us a service and I'll give you some time here to be helpful instead of out in the field with Number Three. You could either help Number Two when he returns to active duty or Number Four on her potions. It is your choice." Number Six nodded and left quickly. Number One smirked and wrote down everything he'd just learned.

His great desire for a dragon slayer army had been almost crushed by the master two years ago. Then again, he should have chosen more wisely. The Leader had assumed the master would have been more grateful for his debt being erased, but his desire for revenge had won out. So the hope of enslaving dragon slayers to their will through the mates was a no go. Fine, he could deal with failure. He'd had Number Two set up for this contingency plan ages before they even got started with the first. Being a master at biological manipulation magic, Number Two had been secretly altering all known dragon slayers from a distance for years in hope that his work would produce a nearly perfect reproducing army.

Still, they had originally wanted to start with this generation. It seemed a shame that they had to throw away a perfectly powerful and mature generation, but he'd learned. He'd learned that adult dragon slayers were far more dangerous and their mates far more cunning than originally thought. So, he took two years to change the angle. If the parents were too difficult to control, their children might not be.