From this day on the White Dragon Slayer never left his side at all. They trained together. They went on missions together. They started to form a quite strong bond of friendship. They even talked once in a while about their parent dragons and their future goals in life. He didn't know why. He only noticed a soft gravital pull towards the light while he spent more and more of his time with Sting and Lector. As if the White Dragon Slayer had become the sun to warm and lighten him up. As if Sting would pull him slowly but surely closer to this radiant light like the sun itself but far brighter. As if he really depended to be guided by someone so pure and strong in mind.

The only one who was not happy about this outcome at all is Jienma. Even through his new found strength was now recognized by the Guild Master, the punishment and the humiliation went from worse to worst. Jienma ignored the fact it was only due to his teamwork with Sting the name of their guild started to be wellknown by now all over the country. Most of the people living in Fiore associated Sabertooth with the Twin Dragon Slayers. But for Jienma it was like his precious possession could be obtained by someone else. Therefore it was quite common nowadays in the guild that he had to stay for extra work when he returned from a successful mission with Sting.

On the other hand he noticed a change of behaviour within the White Dragon Slayer as well. Almost as if the blond young man in his age saw himself challenged by their guild master to be at his side. He never told a single word about it but somehow the White Dragon Slayer knew what troubled him the most. As usual he was forced to stay in the empty hall while Sting was allowed to leave to his room. It startled him in a way when he noticed how cold and venomous the looks of Sting and Jienma just became. Did he miss something important in the content?

In his eyes he had to agree with Lector. Sting was the strongest member within Sabertooth if you don't count Jienma and Minerva in. He saw himself weaker as Orga and even Rufus but the White Dragon Slayer assured him constantly to be strong enough to be in this guild. If Sting would only know. He came into this guild as a weak minded boy, sold by the guild master of Phantom Lord like some piece of furniture. Instead of kicking him out of Sabertooth Jienma would rather kill him off than to watch him grow stronger and more independent of the Orland family.

His only freedom would really be to remove his guild insignia and be living off the streets for a while or to kill the man who put him into mental shackles all these years he's been living now in this guild. He really needed to break free, but how in the world should he do this? Killing a beast was quite different than to take the life of a human being. To top it off, he wasn't even near the magical strength Jienma possesses. So therefore he started to wish himself being killed by the man he detests a lot than to stay enslaved all of his life time to this monster.

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While being on a mission with Sting he noticed something in his behaviour that seemed to be off place. Normally he would start to smile when Frosch was around him but lately the White Dragon Slayer triggered the same effect inside of him. Being around Sting was a short glimpse how it could be for him to live free as he wants to. It also was in a way a little bit of the freedom longed to have while accompanying the blond on various missions. This time a young woman in their age was assigned with them by Minerva so that her strength and skills in battle could be tested.

She was wielding Celestial Magic and honestly he never saw someone able to cast this kind of magic. With her shy and timid nature she was in his eyes on the wrong place to be but her willpower and determination in battle showed clearly why she was accepted to be a member of Sabertooth in the first place. Somehow the need to protect this Celestial Mage from Jienmas wrath was born deep within his soul.

He don't wanted to see anyone else being treated like trash. He was in a way sure for it she would break for good. So therefore he started training her when he wasn't with Sting on a mission. He wasn't sure why he was helping her in the first place but his inner voice told him he's doing the right thing.

One evening while out on a mission with the White Dragon Slayer he noticed something he was unsure of what if could mean. The blond young man was lying close to him curled up while sharing the only blanket with him. Why in the world would Sting suddenly act this way? He had no answer to it at all. But he accepted it as a simple gesture of their friendship.

Somehow to know he was this close to him scared and calmed him at the same moment. It scared him, because he'd never been so close to someone else before. It calmed him down, because Stings light ensured him to be safe and sound. A gentle smile rested now on his lips. Sting is the reason why he slowly starts to smile again. Whatever the White Dragon Slayer does unintentional to him, it changes everything within his own soul.

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Sting's POV

Sabertooth. The strongest guild within Fiore. That is just the right place to be. I join willingly this guild to become a part of it. I want to be with the strongest guild within this country. That's why I joined in the first place. Within the first month of Lector an me living now as Members of Sabertooth I notice right away the harsh treatment towards those unloyal and too weak being in this guild. But there is something catching my intention from the start.

A Dragon Slayer as old as I am and he's getting humilated by the master infront of the other members quite often. I don't want to interfere at all but as the time passes I simply can't watch any longer how my fellow Dragon Slayer shows increased signs of resignation towards the guild master.

Therefore I decide to take him under my wings. Even if Jienma is master of this guild he has no right to treat a Dragon Slayer like he's some wortless trash. I don't care if he isn't fond at all that I decide to team up with the Shadow Dragon Slayer. I don't care at all if this man sees me as a threat to his power. I won't let him harm the Shadow Dragon Slayer at all. I'm going to protect him with every ounce of my strength like I've promised Lector a long time ago.

Since that night where he was left naked bound at a tree while it was freezing cold outside, I haven't left his side at all. First he's kind of annoyed of me but in a way I can understand him. He's not the talkative type you want to hang around most of your time. But there is something about him that fascinates me. As the years pass by we are able to call ourselves friends. I only know now his name and the name of the dragon who raised him. The rest of his past is a mystery to me.

Rogue is covering himself to often into a cloak of silence. But with each passing day I'm able to gain more and more of his trust. Honestly it's a sign of trust towards me when he shows a short smile once in a while. Since I joined the guild I haven't seen him smile at all. While I'm watching his shaken self-esteem to grow strong again, I start to notice a change within my own soul as well.

I've honestly never thought about this topic at all before but somehow I'm drawn to him. I'm not quite sure at all why I start to carry such strong feelings for the Shadow Dragon Slayer at all. One thing I know for sure. I can't stand it how Rogue is still treated by Jienma. It makes me filled with shere anger and hatred towards this man. Only a dragon is able to take claim of another dragon. So therefore Rogue is all mine.

Even towards Minerva I give my offence nowadays, because of the way she treats Rogue. Most of the guild members start to think now of me being insane to challenge them both or to be carrying some ungranted death wish with me around. But not my Shadow Dragon. Not Lector. Not even Frosch. This is my team backing me up.

In the year Yukino joins the guild I've reached the brink of an iceberg. Right infront of our lady I challenged Jienma due to his latest intensions to have Rogue stay longer for work. I also dared to lay claim of Rogue right in front of them as the Dragon Slayer that I am. Unfortunately this battle was won by Jienma but deep within I swear I'll be able to defeat him once and for all. I'll swear by Weisslogia to even kill this man if he should ever think so little about Rogue at all.

I get my chance for a rematch right at the Grand Magic Games one year later. We've lost our match against Natsu-san and I carry mixed emotions with me. First of all I'm angry Rogue speaks up first and admits our loss so easily. But at the same time I'm kind of proud of him to be finally able to stand his ground against Jienma. Even through this man can easily intimidate I won't back down right now. I'm not able to predict his next attack but both of us were sent flying across the room. Right in this moment where Jienma charges to attack Rogue my partner Lector steps in and tries to persuade him to give us another chance.

Before I can react in time Lector vanishs right in front of my eyes and I can't believe what this man just had done. If Lector wouldn't stepped in it would have been Rogue and Frosch he would have killed in the first place. I'm infuriated just alone of the thought of losing Lector. I'm driven by this pain and my hatred so that my attack pierces through Jienma as a single ray of bright light. When our lady then tells me Lector is alive, I'm more then relieved. But in order to get him back I'll have to win the Games for Sabertooth.