Fairy Tail: Dragon War
Chapter 2
What's going on?
After two months of training almost every day nonstop, Jiilral had become as powerful as Demor had been when he joined Fairy Tail, and Demor smiled, patting his son's head. "You've come a long way, my boy. I trained for seven years with Annyo Mitne to become as strong as you are now. Don't take your power lightly, my junior Storm Dragon Slayer." There was pride in his voice and he laughed softly. "Come; we're going to the guild for Lunch; your mother's cooking your favorite soup and steak for everyone."
Jiilral smiled and nodded, following his cloaked father happily. "Father, when do you think I'll grow a tail?" He asked.
Demor laughed heartily at that and patted his son's back. "Perhaps when you begin to fully mature, my Son. Perhaps then. Let me see….you are ten?"
"And a half…" Jiilral pouted.
"Ten and a half…" Demor chuckled, "You'll start maturing in a couple of years. If you're anything like me; it's gonna be a quick and painful maturation period. You're gonna grow a lot, and it's gonna hurt." He smirked.
After a few minutes of considering it, Jiilral looked up at his father and sighed. "I don't think I want to grow a tail then."
Demor laughed again and rustled his son's hair, his tail nowhere to be seen at the moment. "Promise me that if you do grow one; you won't complain about it, then. And tell your mother to fix your clothes for you." He said.
"Okay!"
Soon the two arrived at the Guild Hall and entered just in time. As they sat down, the rest of the guild piled in and all rhythmically slammed their fists on the tables, chanting "Bring on the food! Bring on the food!"
On cue out came the many waitresses of Fairy Tail, each carrying trays of bowls and plates of soup and steak and of course plenty of beverages. And so they all ate, laughed, and sang and danced and winced at the singing of Gajeel, then had a miniature beauty contest with all the ladies including Aurix, for which Demor covered Jiilral's eyes, and then they all went back to dancing and singing and laughing and having a good time.
Demor sat back and watched as Makarov sat next to him. "So…those two?"
"Indeed." The Drachini replied calmly.
"This will pose a serious threat, and problem. You know of the reasons why?" Makarov asked.
"Of course; but I don't intend to make my move until the Grand Magic Games. If you'll allow it that is." Demor said calmly.
Makarov thought calmly about it and then nodded, sipping at his mug of beer. "Of course. The other guilds are going to do their best to win at all costs; and with you returning, I have even more hope in these children than I did previously." He said. At Demor's confused look Makarov chuckled. "I knew we had a chance of winning; but if I put you on the team we'll have only a 50/50 shot of winning."
"50/50?"
"Of course; whether or not you can execute your plan effectively, and how well you're feeling. If you are sick, then there isn't any point in putting you in the ring; unless you can sneeze lightning." Makarov chuckled.
Demor smiled and laughed as well. "Annyo Mitne never taught me that, unfortunately."
And so the day went on. Everyone went home tired and full, but Demor merely sat in the warm bath that Aurix had prepared for him, laying his head back and trying to clear his thoughts. It was then that Aurix came in and joined him in the tub, smiling. "I've been thinking, Demor….I want another baby." She said.
Demor sputtered for a few seconds before clearing his throat. "What brought about this revelation, Sia Itov?" he asked.
Aurix giggled and traced her fingers along Demor's muscular chest as she sat next to him in the large tub, pressing her body against his. "Oh, I dunno…just the fact that Drachini always give birth to full-blood Drachini." She said softly. "Our children are pure blood; our grandchildren will be pure blood; our great grandchildren will be pure blood. Why not give them a head start and have as many children as we can?" she asked. "Come on, we live for hundreds of years~" She cooed softly
Demor smirked and gently kissed Aurix on the nose before running his hand up and down her side gently. "You make an astounding point, my dear…but perhaps now isn't the best time. I've a lot on my mind." He said. "And as much as I love you and all you have to offer me; now isn't the time." He said, kissing her lips softly.
Aurix nodded gently and placed her head on her beloved's shoulder, closing her eyes and enjoying the quiet soaking of the tub. "As you wish, Sia Itov." She said softly, letting out a content breath.
Demor closed his eyes, leaned against Aurix gently, and sighed in relief.