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(Timeframe: Braska and Celesta are now twelve years old.)

A group of boys raced through Magnolia's streets, wreaking havoc with their magic. Old women taking down clothes from their lines yelled chastisements as bedsheets were blown away. Shopkeepers also tried to scold the boys as they stole an apple or two from the stalls.

The boy at the head of the group had shiny, black, and straight hair, and wore a white and black double breasted coat with a blue tie decorated with the Elorienne Imperial Crest. His grey pants were tucked into his black strapped boots. On his hand was a white Fairy Tail Guild Mark. His face was heavily reminiscent of a certain rose-colored-haired wizard.

"Braska d'Elorien! I swear, one day your parents will have to set you straight!" an old man whose stall was knocked over by Braska and his friends.

"Sorry, Mr. Taril!" Braska said, as he ran forward.

While already well known as a prodigy in many fields, and the son of Natsu and Lucy d'Elorien, Braska had also acquired a reputation as the city's resident troublemaker. He and his wizard friends would run around town pulling pranks at some times, while helping the townspeople at others.

Five years in a public school had done nothing to tame Braska's fiery personality. He was a rambunctious child, and brandished his magic as a symbol of his superiority to the other boys. While it earned him respect among some young wizard boys, it also made him the envy of many others.

"Aryn, Dreyas, Fazen, race you guys to Fairy Tail!" Braska yelled.

"You're on!" Aryn said.

The other two boys nodded, and the boys began their race toward the guild hall. Aryn flew upward with his Windwalker magic, and began jumping on the currents of the wind itself. It was like the dance of a graceful fairy on the gales, only fitting for the son of Wendy Conbolt (née Marvell), the Sky Dragon Slayer. Romeo and and Wendy had gotten married a year after Braska and Celesta were born, and had a son named Aryn, who had become good friends with Braska and Celesta.

Dreyas, the son of Gajeel and Levy, was a strong-willed Earth Dragon Slayer. His newly-created magic was a combination of his father's Iron Dragon Slayer Magic and Lorsa's Earth Magic, the latter of which he'd learned when making trips to the Sabertooth guild. He rode the pulsations of the earth he created with his magic, but managed to avoid ravaging the town in the process (a trait of contained enthusiasm inherited from his mother).

Fazen, son of Erza and Jellal, a quiet and reserved boy, was the youngest of the four. His power, however, was unique and powerful. Fazen was the sole practitioner of the Ark of the Divine in all of Fiore. His father had brought him a book on it during a trip to Elorien, where the magic was common among the men and women who sequestered themselves in the Dragon Temples to learn the secrets of the gods, and thus practiced their magic to this end. Fazen rode, propelling himself through the air using light energy.

Braska had started last, giving the other boys a head start, confident in his own abilities. Braska's magic was derived from Natsu's Fire Dragon Slayer Magic, as well as Natsu's other magics that he'd learned in Elorien. Unlike his father, he'd yet to earn a single tattoo to mark his master of a magical discipline. Combining both his father's magic and Aural Magic, Braska had created Dragonsbane Magic, which drew on the magic inherent in nature and the power of dragons, and fused them to create myriad spells. It wasn't as potent as each individual Dragon Slayer's magic, but had the unique advantage of magic power efficiency, as well as giving the user the ability to combine magic independently.

"Dragonsbane Magic: Sky Dragon Jetstream!" Braska said, creating a burst of wind from his hands, in a similar fashion to Natsu's Fire Dragon's Wing Attack, in order to propel himself forward.

The four boys raced through the air, flying toward the Fairy Tail guild, overtaking each other many times. However, when they arrived at the guild hall, the boys tried converge on the door simultaneously, and instead crashed into each other, breaking down the door in the process.

Inside, the boys' families and the other Fairy Tail wizards were gathered in conversation and general interactions. Unfortunately, they all met with Glacia's feet upon entering the guild hall.

"I swear, you boys cause so much trouble around here! Why don't you just calm down, and walk or run here like normal people!?" Glacia said, threatening to freeze them with her Ice Magic.

"Please leave my idiotic brother and his equally foolish alone, Glacia." a voice said from the upper balcony.

A young woman in a blue and white knee length skirt, exposing her blue Fairy Tail guild mark on her left shoulder stood there, overlooking the ruckus.

"Celesta, you don't need to stick up for your brother all the time. He's not a little crybaby anymore... I hope." Glacia said.

"Glacey, please calm down... I don't like it when you beat up people... It's scary..." a timid boy said, cowering behind Glacia.

"Azaleon, sometimes it needs to be done. Idiots like them need a little discipline." Glacia said to her younger brother.

Azaleon was around eight years old, having been born a few months after Braska and Celesta were. He was a quiet boy, rather unlike either of his parents in most respects. If one had to ascribe any similarities between he and his parents, it would be that Azaleon resembled his father greatly and could use Water Magic like his mother. Unlike his sister or the other boys, he had little interest in fighting with magic, and instead spent time perfecting it as an art form, although he could hold his own sparring against others his age.

Celesta descended to end the altercation, and pulled up her brother by his collar, scolding him about his magic's destructive nature.

"You're lucky Dad isn't here, otherwise he'd beat you up like you wouldn't believe!" Celesta yelled in his ear.

"Yeah, yeah... Let go of my ear, will ya? And stop yelling me while you're at it. You'll ruin your annoyingly shrill voice even more..." Braska said.

"What was that?" Celesta said, coming close to slapping Braska.

"Braska, no offense, but it looks like your sister is handing your ass to you..." Aryn said, smirking.

The other, older wizards of the guild laughed at the young wizard's comment, all in hearty agreement. In a very Natsu-esque manner, Braska yelled and began a fight in the guild with Glacia, gradually pulling in his friends. As powerful as the boys were, there was no way they could match the older, more experienced Glacia in battle skill. Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Celesta's temper began to flare.

"Will you break it up already!? Aeon Magic: Dividing Blast!" Celesta said, launching a blast of wind that separated Braska and his friends and Glacia.

Celesta's face was positively livid with rage, but Braska just started laughing hysterically. Aryn, Dreyas, and even Fazen started laughing. Celesta demanded to know what was so funny.

"You know Celesta, you're pretty funny, even if it's when you're angry. Just watch out, you might drive away the boys, although they're already scared as it is." Braska said, before dodging a punch to the head.

"Celesta, calm down. Braska's just having some harmless fun." Lucy said, getting up from a table behind the young wizards.

"But he always does this! It's not fair that he has to have fun at my expense!" Celesta complained.

"Come now. It's just in boys' nature. Soon enough, he's going to grow up and realize that he'll drive away the ladies with his antics. Give him a year or two. Your father used to tease me all the time when we used to go on missions together." Lucy said to her daughter.

Celesta walked off in a huff and went to talk with her own friends, the younger daughters of the most esteemed wizards in the guild. Lucy sighed, wondering about how much Celesta resembled Natsu but acted much like her.

Arelia, the daughter of Jellal and Erza, at eleven years old, was the successor to her father's legacy as one of the only users of Heavenly Body Magic left. Like her father, she was a compassionate individual, but was also somewhat mischievous.

Then there was Larina, the ten-year-old daughter of Gajeel and Levy. She had inherited her mother's proclivity for intellectual pursuits. Her unique variant of Solid Script, Living Ink, had the ability to produce a variety of effects based on the kind of literature, music, or art she was channeling.

Solia, Wendy and Romeo's daughter, was one of the youngest new Fairies. While quite shy like her mother used to be, she was good friends with the older girls, even though at nine-years old, she wasn't even beginning to understand their personal affairs.

While the boys talked about how they were going to go on quests like their fathers did and other grandiose ambitions, the girls talked about more private matters, such as their opinions of the boys and other girls in the city.

Most of the Fairy Tail children had finished their public schooling considerably early, save for Solia and Azaleon, who were just finishing their studies. It had become a tradition among parents in Fairy Tail to teach their children to read very early, so the parents could focus on the children's magic education.

Just then, Fairy Tail's resident fathers, Natsu, Gray, Jellal, and Gajeel arrived. Their loud voices pervaded the guild hall, spreading an infectious laughter and creating a sociable atmosphere. The older men of Fairy Tail talked and joked while they drank, and the women discussed their home lives and their children.

"Braska, Celesta, in three days, your uncle and his family are coming to visit!" Natsu said, yelling across the guild hall and upstairs.

"Oh great, that means that bastard Auron's coming..." Braska said.

"Who's Auron?" Dreyas asked.

"Only Braska's least favorite cousin. They get into fights every time our Uncle Sorian comes to visit us here." Celesta said.

"Why do you dislike him so much? I didn't think you disliked anyone more than Shiran." Fazen asked.

"He thinks that because he's been using a sword longer than I have that he's better than me. Not to mention he's a copying bastard." Braska said angrily.

"In what way?" Aryn said.

"Braska's magic consists of skills gathered from all the Dragon Slayer disciplines, and Auron uses magic called Devilsbane, which consists of all the Devil Slayer disciplines. Braska thinks that he copied him, even though they're the same age." Celesta said.

"Braska, just calm down for once. There's no need to fight with Auron all the time. It's not good manners." Lucy said.

"But he's the one who always starts it!" Braska said complainingly.

"It doesn't matter. I want you to get along with your cousin. And, in case your father didn't tell you, Auron isn't the only one coming. Grandfather and Grandmother are coming as well, along with your father's cousin, because they haven't met in a few years. So that means your second cousins will be here too, in three days." Lucy said, before going back downstairs.

Braska splayed out on the floor, complaining about how they always had company, and the house was never quiet and that he and his father never had any time to spar. All he ever did those days was go out with his friends and mess around, practice his viola, and occasionally read. In short, Braska was bored.

"I don't understand why you're complaining. I like it when we have company." Celesta said.

"Well, you're a girl. You're supposed to—" Braska said, before getting hit upside the head.

"You know if you keep being a sexist asshole, you're never going to get girls to like you." Celesta said.

"And you're never going to get guys to like you if you keep being a violent and ill-tempered bitch!" Braska said.

That was the last straw. After that exchange of insults, the two began readying their magic. The other children went to get Natsu and Lucy, because they knew that if the two raging siblings were not stopped, they could easily level the guild hall to the ground.

Before Lucy and Natsu could get to the top of the stairs, Makarov had appeared, stopping the two from fighting by pressing them to the floor with his enlarged hands.

"Now you two, quit your damn squabbling! We're all members of Fairy Tail, so we need to help one another through our flaws, not simply point them out to be criticized!" Makarov said.

The two grudgingly agreed, and gave up against Makarov's strength. Even with its fights and squabbles, Fairy Tail was just another happy family, connected by magic and powerful sense of camaraderie.