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Hiro Mashima owns "Fairy Tail" and J.R.R Tolkien owns "The Lord of the Rings".
Chapter Two: A Surprise Meeting
Hibiki walked out of the house and down the steps leading into Bob's little garden filled with beautiful flowers that you'll find not only in Blue Pegasus, but also in many places of Fiore. They were gifts from the thirteen companions on his adventure. Not far from the wooden gate was a small tree that was still growing in bloom, the same tree he planted sixty years ago after finding an acorn in the land of Raven Tail, were the Woodland Immortal People stay. It is there to remind Bob of the good and the bad times he went through, and that he grew not only as an adventurer but a Homely man as well.
The gate creaked when Hibiki opened it up, and he gently closed it behind him as he set down the things Bob gave him. Lifting up the parchment paper, he read over what his adoptive father put down and chuckled to himself: Don't disturb unless official party business. He aligned the parchment just right against the wooden gate, eyeballing it to see if anything was a centimeter off. When it was perfect, he started to nail it on the gate with strong hammer hits, making it echo in the area around him.
Coming up the road to his right he heard someone coming over riding a horse, and looked up to see who it was. He stood up and got out of their way the second after he finished nailing the paper to the gate, and smiled at the Homely girl who gave him a flirty wave and smile. He watched her trot away with her horse down the road before carefully dropping the box of nails and hammer on the other side of the fence.
When he turned around to start heading out to the woods, his breath was taken away by the beauty of Blue Pegasus; hills were seen for miles with the greenest grass you could ever see. The sky was a marvelous blue with the clouds light and fluffy, and the trees were places in the perfect spots on the hills as their long branches with long leaves almost touched the ground. In the distance, he could see the girl riding her horse over to one of the farms and Homelys coming out of their houses with posts to start setting up for tonight. Hibiki smiled at this before turning around and jogging near the woods to start reading while waiting for Makarov to arrive, wanting to see his face again after many blue moons.
Hibiki was sucked into his book when he heard humming echoing throughout the thick woods, and his eyes lit up and a smile adorned his face. He slammed the book right after putting a leaf right where he left off and toke off towards where the humming was coming from, his book secured right under his left arm.
Driving a cart down a grassy road was none other than Makarov the Grey, his fireworks loaded in the back of his cart being drawn by a bay horse. His short legs dangled off the seat on the wooden cart, his almost bald head with white hair surrounding the rim was reflecting the light of the warm sun. His black eyes were looking ahead of him as he smoked his pipe, taking in the landscape he hasn't seen for ages. Seeing how nothing changed pleased him, glad that the bad things in the outside world don't always find themselves in Blue Pegasus.
Hibiki peered behind a tree as he saw Makarov and his wagon move through the grassy road leading to his hometown in Blue Pegasus. His smile turned into a smirk as he slowly moved from behind the tree, crossing his arms with his book still tucked under his left arm.
"Well, you're late," Hibiki called out to the wizard. He put on a strict expression but tried his hardest to stop the smile from appearing on his face.
Makarov stopped the wagon and looked up at the Homely with a poker face, eyeing him up and down. "My dear Hibiki, a wizard is never late - a wizard is always on time, even when he doesn't mean to,"
The two of them had a little staring contest before they both broke out in smiles at seeing one another. They laughed whole-heartedly and Makarov opened his short arms, welcoming the young man. Hibiki easily jumped onto the wagon and hugged the wizard, wrapping his arms around the older man's small frame. Both smiled wider and their eyes sparkled under the bright sun.
"It's great to see you again, Makarov!" Hibiki exclaimed with happiness, sitting down next to his friend as the wagon started to move again.
Makarov just laughed as he took a drag from his pipe, looking around as the woods started to disappear and entered a section of this Homely town with crop farming. On their right were wild flowers growing in many colors with every type of flying bug buzzing around. On the left was a field filled with grain, which gently blew in the wind, creating a rustling noise. As they exited the field, the saw a large river with a river house not far from them on the left in in front of the grain. Cows and goats grazed to the right as a Homely farmer attended to them, waving at the two of them as they passed by. The two waved back as they started to cross the river on a stone bridge that lead over to a little bar and restaurant with the farmer's market, which was filled with Homelys buying and selling their goods. Hibiki turned to Makarov, looking down at him with a small smile when he saw the old wizard smile at seeing how happy everyone was.
"Any news from the outside world?" Hibiki suddenly asked, wanting to know what's going on. He can admit to having a sense of adventure he picked up from Bob.
Makarov chuckled as they passed by the farmers market and eating and drinking area, being careful to watch out for any stray animals and children that escaped their owners and parents. They left that little area and entered more fields, this time filled with horses, ponies and sheep grazing in perfect harmony together.
"The outside world has been the same since the adventure sixty years ago, but life goes on and some things slightly change depending on which people you visit," Makarov answered Hibiki, giving him some of the things happening outside Blue Pegasus. However, there are some things he won't discuss with the boy. All he could think was how he was so thankful for Blue Pegasus being peaceful.
The wagon went passed the livestock grazing and over the hill, entering a land were homes scattered around with more trees and some paddocks for horses and ponies here and there, even a pond or two could be seen. Kids were playing with each other and parents were tending to the houses, and closely watching the kids to make sure they were okay. It was here where you could slightly see a house built into a very large hill with a chimney sticking out the top with other houses like that one below. More trees were slightly blowing in the wind around it. That would be the house Bob lives in.
As the wagon went by the kids playing around a pond looked up at the two talking with each other, their eyes lighting up that could rival the sun. The boys started running after the wagon with the girls lifting up their dresses as they ran. Their wavy and curly hair bouncing around their shoulders behind them.
"Makarov! Makarov!" They shouted with their voices sounding like pleasant bells. "Fireworks, Makarov!" They called.
The adults just watched their children run behind the wagon and then stop in a line, letting out noises of disappointment and sadness. Hibiki looked at Makarov with a concerned and amused look, wondering what the tiny wizards was going to do. Makarov huffed his pipe with a twinkle in his eyes, and then blinked.
Some fireworks went off in all directions and many colors, creating a little show for the kids, making them cheer and clap their hands with large, innocent smiles adorning their faces. Hibiki started to softly smile and Makarov started laughing, enjoying his time. Some adults smiled and some laughed, but one old couple in particular was a mixture of amusment and annoyance. The old man started laughing with everyone else as he swept his stone walkway but his wife smacked him upside the head with a glare, making him stop laughing and look around like he did nothing.
As they left the houses, they started to enter the area leading to Bob's house. Some old folks glared at the wizard, but like anything else, he ignored them and continued to talk with Hibiki. The young Homely man saw and gave Makarov a teasing look.
"You know, the old folks labeled you as a 'disturber of the peace'," He told Makarov, receiving an innocent look from the wizard next to him.
"If you're referring to the thing with the dragon, I gave your adoptive father a little… push out the door. A little encouragement," Makarov plainly stated, making his horse turn down the left stone road. This made Hibiki laugh.
"A 'little push'? Sounded like it was a little more then a push," Hibiki joked as he remembered Bob telling him about how the wizard sent the thirteen companions over to his house without him knowing, telling the Men from the Mountains that there will be a meeting there with food. One by one they showed up, and it is history on from there. Then Hibiki remembered Bob acting differently this morning and started to get concerned. "I feel like Bob is hiding something… I just have this feeling something is going to happen," He confessed to Makarov.
Makarov raised an eyebrow, wondering what could be going through the old Homely's head. "Well whatever it is, I wouldn't worry too much about it. Worry when you need to, my boy," He told Hibiki, turning the wagon to start heading up the road leading to Bob's house.
"I guess you're right, Makarov," Hibiki agreed but still felt a little worried. He suddenly stood up while the wagon was in motion and smiled towards the wizard. "Well, I need to get going. Some of my friends need help with getting stuff set up. It's nice to have you back and I'll see you around," He said before jumping off and jogging down a little hill towards people putting up tents and tables all around a valley with a lake in front of it. On a banner it said: Happy Birthday Bob! written in large different color letters with a beige background.
Makarov just slightly smiled and directed his wagon up the stone road going up a hill, leading to Bob's house. It wasn't long until he stopped his wagon in front of the gate with the parchment paper up. Reading what the sign said, the wizard chuckled to himself as he jumped off the seat then the wagon with his grey staff, telling a Homely as he walked by to take his horse and wagon down to a farm for the night. The Homely agreed and grasped the horse's reins and lead him down the path more with the tiny man watching.
He turned towards the house and walked through the gate and up the stone steps leading to the door, stopping a few feet in front of it with a small smile lighting up his face. He lifted up his staff and knocked on the door loudly.
"If it has anything to do that's not the party, I suggest you leave!" Bob called through the door, not sounding pleasant at all.
Makarov, however, chuckled at this. "What about dear old friends?" He called back and watched the door open up.
Here is the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes. They escaped my eyes.
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