So, I'm currently working on Fighting to Rebel (a new addition), I'm Just A Weapon, Sweet Blood, and My Little Family. Those will get an update soon if I can pull out an idea from my empty head. The closest one that's going to follow this update will be My Little Family. Fingers crossed. But I hope you guys will enjoy this story too. Pleasant reading.

Chapter 2: World of Erion II

A low humming tone echoed the walls of the Netherworld's Palace, a natural deserted and bare home. Mukuro, king of the underworld, was sitting on his high throne. The Linphion, an orb that sees all, was floating still in front of its creator. At one point in time, Mukuro grew bored of ruling a quiet land. He thought it would be entertaining to see what is beyond his dead land. He indeed found something that perks his interests. However, he was not sure if he should be regretting it.

"My dear, sweet Chrome..." He whispered.

Chrome Dukuro is a witch that resides in the forest. Abandoned as a child, she was forced to grow up parentless in the wilderness. Mukuro did pity her when she was a child and would occasionally aide her in the dark. When Chrome was low on food, he sent to Halijas — messengers of death that resembles a reaper — to retrieve it. When she couldn't sleep at night, he sent the souls of bony fish to light the forest. Mukuro should have known better to continue it for so long. He should have known that he shouldn't interfere with living beings when he is barely one himself. If he did, he wouldn't have grown so attached to the young witch. It was too late and the deed was done.

He smiled graciously as he watched Chrome wandering aimlessly in the Forest of Elrit.

Through the many years, she had blossomed into a magnificent young woman that caught his eyes.

His joy was disrupted when two of his Halijas stepped in. He frowned at the sight of them and dismissed the Linphion. It floated away as Mukuro leaned back against his tall throne. He glared at the intruders and gestured them to speak.

"Lord Mukuro, there are many souls of warriors gathering up in the prison. The Geists are causing an uproar." One said.

"Very well. I suppose it is time for them to see who their king is."

"You have become less active, Kyoya."

"That isn't any of your concern, Hindel."

Hindel, a great dragon that can foresee the future, glance up to the human across from him, concerned.

"Wagner will arrive soon from his travels. You will have your old sparring mate soon, Kyoya."

Atop of the coldest mountain — Winterhorn Ridge — Hibari had his legs tucked against his chest with his arms crossed against his chest. He is the sole human that lives in the cold land. Warrior at heart, he was busying himself with his thoughts. He felt restless and tired without keeping his body pumping with adrenaline from clashing his weapons against the dragon's hardened scales. Wagner, a red colored powerful dragon, was taking a short flight around the Erion to see what is going on. It normally takes three days. Today was the third day. It was only Wagner that can rival his determined fighting willpower. Hindel rest his head on the snowy ground as he stared out the cave.

"I sense there is something bothering you. May I ask you what it is?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Is it about traveling beyond this mountain? I have foreseen it in my dreams, Kyoya."

Hibari didn't say anything. He didn't see any point to it. Growing up with a dragon like Wagner, he found himself having trouble expressing his emotions properly. However, he can only feel one thing when he's sparring; excitement. That's why he finds it hard to respond to Hindel's kindness. The two dragons practically raised him as their son. Hibari yanked on the side of his thick cloak around his exposed limbs. He closed his eyes, allowing his thoughts to wander. He could hear Hindel humming in the background. It stopped for a moment before starting again.

"I can't leave this place." Hibari whispered.

"Why is that? You are free to do as you please."

"I can't leave because I'm worried that someone would come and claim your head."

"I am honored for your kindness. However, you do not need to concern yourself over me. I have a long life ahead of me."

Hibari gave a short 'hmph' and didn't say another word. Hindel continued his humming.

"I do see you wandering beyond the mountains. Yet, I fear that it is not safe for you. A dangerous enemy lurks in your future."

"Idiotic dragon. Nothing can possibly be dangerous to me."

"I suppose so. However, I do feel... Troubled."

"You're getting old. How old are you? Thirty-six hundred years old...?"

"More or less, Kyoya. Oh, it seems Wagner has returned home."

Hibari jumped to his feet and exit the cave without a second thought. Wagner, a great powerful red dragon, stood proudly on his hind legs with wings outstretched. He glanced down to see Hibari rushing towards him with fast speed. He gave a mighty roar and the ground shook feverishly. That didn't stop the warrior from rushing up to the dragon with his weapons now exposed. Wagner ascended up into the air, flapping his long wings slowly, and missed a hit aimed to his head. Hibari glared at him faintly.

"I see that you are excited to see me, Kyoya."

"I won't lose to you this time, Carnivore."

Wagner gave another mighty roar.

Hibari crossed his tonfa — a gift from Wagner during his travels — together as he prepared himself against an upcoming attack. Wagner beaten his wings towards the warrior below. Three large tornadoes formed as it drew near Hibari. The warrior thought of a quick strategy to counter and opened an alchemy bottle. Three small fire spirit, a spirit resembling a fire that protects its creator, emitted in thin air as it smiled creepily. Each spirit floated to the tornadoes, making it burst into flames and disappear.

"You are becoming wiser, Kyoya! Show me what you can do!"

"I'll bite you to death."

"Stop! That is enough fighting."

The two of them looked back to the cave to see Hindel crawling towards them. He looked quite upset as he slowly shook his head. Wagner lowered himself to the ground and folded his wings to his body. Hibari brought his weapons to his side and hid it underneath the cloak.

"You have returned my friend, Wagner. However, I do not approve of you coming home just to ruffle Kyoya up." Hindel said, sternly.

"The boy loves it. He does nothing if he isn't fighting me or the creatures on this mountain."

"You should be concerned of that as well."

Wagner said nothing to retaliate his friend. He merely 'hmph' and walked into the cave. Hindel watched the other dragon enter their home without causing a fuss. Hibari gave the wise dragon a long dark glare before walking into the cave as well.

"I am doing this because I am concerned."

"I don't need it. There isn't anyone here that is stronger than Wagner. I want to fight him."

"Strength should not always matter."

"It matters to me when I want to become stronger."

Hindel hummed, hesitantly. All three of them were in the cave and out of the raging snowstorm. Hindel buried his head under his wings as he drifted to sleep. Wagner, however, was wide awake. He was staring at the warrior across from him. Hibari raised a puzzled brow when he caught Wagner's eyes.

"I have heard from Hindel about your curiosity of the other lands. Is it true?" Wagner asked, lowly.

"Yes, I want to find stronger enemies to defeat. But I can't leave Hindel unprotected..."

"If that is your only concern, I do not see why you should restrict yourself from traveling. I will watch over Hindel."

"I have to think about it."

Wagner nodded his scaly head before pressing it against his chest. Two dragons were off asleep. Hibari tugged on his cloak to cover his entire body. He has thought of traveling like Wagner. It would be nice to see something different instead of snow. Hibari almost smirked from the mere thought of fighting with great strength.

"Hm..."

"I refuse to do such thing!"

Gokudera was angry. No, he was already beyond that point. His grandfather and former king, Coyote Nougat, was standing next to his throne. That was the only emotion that he feels nowadays. That's why his grandfather is here. He thought that if he could ease his angered grandson, it would do well for his kingdom. Alas, it resulted in angering Gokudera further. The reason was marriage. Arrange marriage.

"I refuse to tie myself down to someone unworthy for my kingdom." Gokudera growled, lowly.

"Hayato, I want to ensure your happiness. As of late, you've been in a foul mood."

"That doesn't matter. And who is this person you're forcing onto me? I won't take someone unworthy."

"Don't worry. The one I have arranged with is from another royal family. The prince of Valentine will be your mate."

Gokudera furrowed his brow. His frown loosen to a thin line. He looked up to his side at his grandfather before raising a brow. Coyote had a satisfied grin on his expression. Before it could last, his grin dropped.

"A prince? Why would I marry a prince? I have not given you any impression of fancying men."

"Neither have you gave me the impression of fancying women. Besides, you both are from royal blood. It doesn't matter about that."

"What about having an heir to the throne?"

"Not a problem. Some of the fairies have discovered a potion for the issue."

Gokudera boiling rage simmered down as he hummed in thought. The thought of having a mate would be nice. However, he does not feel the need to be brought down to being a sappy, love induce fairy. Yet, even he will not remain on the throne forever. So, it was best to find someone to create an acceptable heir. Gokudera looked up to his grandfather lazily and nodded his head. Coyote smiled in glee and ran off to inform the King. The King of Ringford rested his head on his hands, eyes closed. He hummed for a moment before stopping.

"Prince of Valentine, huh... Interesting."

"Tsu-kun, welcome back."

Nana, daughter-in-law of Timoteo, was sitting on her son's bed, happily. Before Tsuna's arrival, she was humming happily to herself as she was fiddling with the string on her sleeve. Tsuna greeted his mother awkwardly and approached her. She raised her arms for him to hug her. He did so.

"I was beginning to worry about your disappearance. Are you ready for your lessons?"

"Yes, but there's something I want to ask you."

"What is it, sweetie?"

"What is grandfather planning? He said there's something I need to help him with."

Nana didn't answer immediately. Her restless body gradually calmed as she stared into her son's eyes. She turned her head to the side, a frown on her gentle face.

"I'm kept in the dark too, Tsu-kun. It's a matter between your father and grandfather. I'm not allowed to listen. However, there is a way to know."

"What do I have to do?"

"Do your omniscience training. I think you're getting closer to foresee the future, like Hindel." She smiled, cheerfully.

Tsuna slowly nodded his head. His mother always mentioned someone — or thing, he doesn't really know — whenever they began his omniscience lessons. All he knew about it was that it was in Winterhorn Ridge. He thought anything willing to live in such cold conditions were out of their minds. Yet, having an enemy's son as a secret lover wasn't too far behind.

Tsuna sat next to his mother and took her hands.

"Close your eyes and clear your mind." Nana said, softly.

Everyone plays an important role in this story. At least, that is the goal. I just want to make sure everything gets an update this week so I can get some imagination juice flowing before it just goes. That or until the stupid Window 10 update screw my stuff over and I can't do anything but stare and scream at my desktop. Thanks for reading. Please leave something to shove me down to Writing Town.