Good morning my faithful followers. You will never guess what I did today. I finished the third chapter of Chaos's fire. So, as you know, this is the last chapter before I reveal their genders. So you better get your guesses in quick. I have the next two chapters written so you don't have that much time left. I am so excited for this, you would not believe it.

As for questions, there aren't any. Oh well. Also, did anyone else notice how more and more people are saying "onto the story" and "till next time"? I started that people! (I think) And I feel great about it! (Most of the time) Anyway, I'm done now. On to the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

~Chapter 3~

So, you may not know this, but today was the worst day of our young fire dragon's life. Nothing could compare, or would compare, anytime soon. Upon waking up, began the worst torment they had ever endured. But, before we continue, we should really go over what has happened recently. If you didn't already know, it has been 8 years since our beloved dragon Igneel had taken in this small child. 8 years of training with magic, learning hand-to-hand combat, appreciating the will and spirit of humans and their need to be protected, practicing reading and writing, figuring out math and english and having science added somewhere in the middle. 8 years full of love and fun. It was all a small child could ask for in life. They wanted nothing more than to spend every day with their dad. Today, however, would be the where their wish came to an end. It was completely the opposite of all the happy days that had taken place. Today would mark a great day in history even if not many people understood its significance.

Usually, when the child woke in the cave that had become a home, the child would find the surrounding space empty. It wasn't that unnatural as both radiated warmth at a higher level than most and found it uncomfortable to cuddle when one or both woke up covered in sweat. Otherwise, they would cuddle at bedtime all the time. So, they had decided to sleep near each other but not cuddling. Plus, Igneel really loved the sun and was a very early riser. Sometimes. This same couldn't be said for the mini fire dragon. It was preferred to sleep in, but sometimes, Igneel wouldn't allow it. There was training to complete after all. So, when the mini fire dragon woke, it wasn't surprising to see that Igneel was nowhere in sight. The first time it happened, the child was hardly worried at all. Mostly since Igneel was visible from where he sat a little past the mouth of the spurred on a pleasant discussion on how he wouldn't always be there. It was depressing. That had spurred Igneel to promptly pull random disappearing acts, in hopes that his child wouldn't freak out if he wasn't there. This left the child with the ability to hunt, cook, clean, train, and study on its own. That way, when it decided to leave the nest, it could very well survive on its own. Or at least, Igneel hoped that it did.

Then came the year that the child turned 9 where its life got turned completely around and nothing it knew would ever be the same. Waking up with the dragon nowhere in sight no longer took the toll on the mini fire dragon as it used to. Now, it came completely natural to wake up alone, as horrible as it sounded. So, the child went about its normal business of eating, sleeping, training, and cleaning, waiting patiently for Igneel to come home with a present for his absence. It was a shame that it didn't ever happen. The days passed by slowly with each having the child wonder when its father would return home once more. It was only on the day of their weekly hunting competition that it became clear that something was amiss. Usually, the younger fire dragon would get to the starting line first followed closely by Igneel who was never far behind. However, when the second hour rolled around and Igneel still hadn't shown up, the mini fire dragon began to worry. He never missed a competition and when he still didn't show, an investigation began. Which, was actually a really good decision. What good was it to freak out if it didn't really accomplish anything? It wasn't. It wasn't a trick question.

The child started with the surrounding area of the usual places where Igneel loved to hide. Unfortunately, there were no clues for the child to follow. No scents, no tracks, no anything. How hard could it possibly be to find a huge, several ton, red dragon in the midst of small humans and green trees? Apparently, it was extremely hard and physically impossible and a dream completely out of reach. Pity. However, it wasn't the time to think about the negatives in this situation. One should only look at the positive for as long as freaking possible. Otherwise, one could easily fall into despair. So, they only thing that the child could do was expand the search area. If Igneel was not in the nearby forest than the child would in the surrounding forests. There were only so many places a dragon could hide and not many were where a bunch of people lived. So the wandering of forests began. A real and not real adventure at the same time. Sure the child was looking for its father but from the first second, there wasn't anything new. There were trees. Trees were everywhere. And bushes. Grass and bushes covered the forest floor. That wasn't much different than what the child was used to. The only problem was the fact that the child hardly had the supplies for a long expedition. Sure, there was hunting and fishing but there was also so much food among the humans that the child had yet to try. There was so much more for the child to see. So, the first thing that the child decided to do after beginning its new expedition was find something new to eat. Wasn't that just great? After all, Igneel said that humans were wonderful beings. Most of the time.

"Fire Dragon's Fists!" Bright orange flames ignited around the small child's hands before the child angles them behind it and took off running. The fire added to the child's speed, sending the young fire dragons running at an amazingly fast pace. And with the extraordinary senses of the fire dragon, it would reach a town in no time.

"WWhhoooo!" the child screamed as the air rushed passed. It filled the child's hair and the scenery became a long green blur. What a great day this was. Kinda. There was still the fact that Igneel was nowhere to be found. However, it didn't take long for the small fire dragon to come up to some town or city or whatever. The child had no idea which was which just yet. But that was just a matter of time and experience that the child had yet to acquire. It would all come eventually. The current/main issue was both gaining some money and buying the items necessary for a long road trip. But what did this child know about gaining, let alone holding, a job? Eh, a problem for several minutes in the future. The dragon's main focus was avoiding every large rock and random tree in the way. Seriously, could there not a straight path anywhere? Anyway, now the fire dragon slowed in its approach of the city, town thing and soon walked into this populated area of people. It did take a second, though, mostly since there were so many new smells that assaulted the young dragon's nose. Why was there so many? After that was settled, came the exploring this new area. The edge of the city really wasn't much to see. Or at least from the direction the child came from. There were mostly just houses getting closer and closer together the closer to town the child got. That and the occasional tree or bush in between them. Then, came the businesses and hotels mixed with regular bigger houses. It was really quite cool if you stopped and looked at it. Of course, that was before someone came and shooed you away.

"Sorry, Ma'am!" the child shouted as it ran away from some lady's hotel. It wasn't like it was the child's fault. Who knew that something called curtains was so flammable? Whoops. It also wasn't fair that the lady had scared the child into accidentally sending a spark onto said curtains. One should never sneak up on a child like that. So after the curtains went up in flames, the lady chased the dragon from the hotel and screamed to never come back ever again. Wasn't that harsh? Anyway, hours later not much had changed leading the young Slayer to sleep in the forest without much complaint. At least the dragon was used to it.

Days later, the situation had changed some. The child had managed to find small, odd jobs that paid once the task was done. It was quite a sweet deal. Or at least it was according to the Fire Dragon. It wasn't like it had much experience in that area. First, the child saved up as much money as it thought was necessary. Then the child bartered, if that was the word, with the clerks to try and get better deals on the different necessities. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, and sometimes the clerks just needed a little bit extra persuasion before they came to an agreement. It was actually very fun. Soon though, it was time to move on the next part of the search or the adventure of a different town/city. Now, this thought may have been helped along by the fact that the Fire Dragon kept blowing up things but no one could really say for sure. After all, no one had any proof. Either way, blowing things up or not, it really was time to move on and continue the search for Igneel. No one else was going to look for him and no one even knew that dragons even existed. Poor, poor, sad, ignorant humans.

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Of all the days that our Chaos Dragon has awoken, this particular one would definitely not be a good day. It was unlike anything the dragon had ever seen. Or not seen. However, we need a recap of all the events that have lead up to this moment. Knowing that you haven't figured it out, one must point out it has been 8 years since that fateful day in the rain. Amidst the harsh words and vigorous training of magic, the constant hand-to-hand combat, the description of humans and their greed and hate and love of power and overall horrible nature, the mastering of reading and writing, the perfecting of math and english, the addition of science added for no apparent reason, there was actually something else developing. Something besides tolerance and anger. It was all the chaos dragon wanted. He wanted to make his father proud. He wanted to make the day bright despite the darkness he brought. However, this day would prove to be the darkest one of them all. It would go down in history but never make it into the history book.

It was completely normal, the small chaos dragon had found, to wake bundled under a sea of black scales. Many might not really view Chaos as the cuddly type but chaos loved to share the warmth of others. Contrary to one might think, the scales were neither sharp or uncomfortable when his father wanted them to be. Neither dragon really cared for waking up early all the time. It sometimes happened, just not all the time. It was great. They would stretch in unison before beginning their daily routine of training, eating, learning, hunting, games, training, and sleeping in that order. Games weren't always in the mix but it was there occasionally. The child's time was better spent on training its magic to bend in ways that most only dream of. So, as the morning went, the young chaos dragon was somewhat surprised to find that the larger dragon was nowhere in sight. The first time the child woke without the larger dragon, it had not ended well. Long story short, the child had gone on a rampage and leveled a huge section of the forest out of fear and anger that his father had abandoned him. For this, he was given a lecture on how he shouldn't be so dependent on anyone. Especially him. It was for this reason that the black dragon had started on the child's independent training. No longer would the dragon do things for his child such as cooking, cleaning, training, or hunting. Who knew when the child would venture off on its own and he wanted it to be prepared. As much as he hated humans, he at least wanted his child to survive.

And so came the tender age of 9 or 10, (most likely 10 but who's counting) when the child life was flipped completely upside down. Due to his training, the child no longer lashed out when waking without the large black dragon. He was somewhat surprised, to say the least, find that the black dragon was nowhere in sight. So, waking up and getting to his normal morning routine of stretching, hunting, eating, and training, the child waited somewhat anxiously for its father to return home. The thing was, he never did. Days passed with hardly a thought until the moment where the pair to their weekly playful swim in a nearby lake. The child's father always showed up for that even after days of being nowhere to be found. The thing was, the larger chaos dragon didn't show up at all. No fresh scent lingered in the air that indicated that he was playing a trick on the young child. It was then that the child began to freak out. This was definitely the wrong way to go. What good was it for someone to freak out before they got all the facts? It wasn't. It ended up by making bad decisions and getting into bad situations.

Before the freakout, the child had searched his entire home looking for the father that loved to torment the child. Which was a good decision even if the child hadn't come up with anything. No scents, no tracks, no nothing. The child figured that being able to merge with the shadows was an advantage but being able to do the same should've reaped some results. It didn't. How sad and pathetic was that? Wasn't he supposed to be this all powerful dragon slayer? So, why couldn't it use the same shadows that the larger dragon used to find him? How could he possibly not be strong enough? Anger now began to bubble in the veins of our young slayer and there was nothing that would be able to stop it. Unfortunately, trees were not a good enough opponent when wanting to dish out all the anger that the child held within itself. The fire that burned within the child sparked at its skin and by the time the child had reached the closest town, that dark mahogany fire now licked at its skin. People watched in awe and slight fear as this child walked in from the forest with flames alight its skin. That is until that one idiot called for some water to douse the flames. And even that it was more like they just came up to him with a bucket of water and drowned him in it. That pushed its anger into overdrive. Flames once more erupted over the surfaces of his skin pushing everyone a few feet backward. It was abundantly clear that a) this child was not in need of help, b) this child was not to be messed with, c) no ordinary people were to go near it and d) one wrong move and they would all be in trouble. Ha, poor people. The thing was, this only became a thing after the first incident. After the young chaos dragon relighted the fire, the first action it made was a punch to the man who and tossed the water at the child. The man was sent flying and many stared in shock at the strength of this child. And that only lasted until some person got offended and lead a wave of adults to attack this child. Not really a good move. But what did that matter? Right now, they had to deal with a child who had dared to threaten their city. But what could they do?

"Chaos Dragon's Wings." In an instant, large black bat-like wings shot out from the child's back, surprising everyone when the child shot into the air. Dark purple, practically eggplant colored lines, were curled over the entire surface of the child's wings. It was quite beautiful if you excluded the angry and hate-filled glare that the child sent to everyone.

"Chaos Dragon's Spearhead," the child growled as he held his palm out in front of him. The ancient black and blue seal seemed to glow as the afternoon sun hit it just before pitch black arrowhead looking things came shooting out of it. The humans screamed as they ran and dodged the flying projectiles that were aimed at them. Poor, poor, sad, pathetic humans. What more could they do? Nothing. Nothing at all. There was another problem that arose as well. This being the fact that the young slayer had not yet mastered his division magic. The child had just been getting into it when the larger black dragon had disappeared. Now, you may be thinking 'What the crap is division magic?' It's really quite simple and hardly needs any explaining. However, for those who don't understand, division magic is the ability to use multiple spells at once. Sure, there might actually be something called division magic that has nothing to do with using multiple spells at once, but that really doesn't matter at this point. It's all a matter of here and now. Why must we worry about later if later isn't here yet? Back to the point, the reason it is a problem is that fact that the dragon slayer was using two spells at once was he was not yet used to focusing on so many things at once. One had to keep focus on the past action as well as the future action and where it had to go and do. Then there was the power issue. One had to make sure that each spell got the power that it deserved. So here the Chaos Dragon was, near close to panting heavily as the humans scattered below. The child snicked to itself as the humans lost themselves to the panic and fear that now was running through their bloodstreams. No wonder Acnologia found it so fun to terrorize the humans. One felt no greater joy than watching others scream and run for their lives. Then the child made the mistake of casting another spell.

"Chaos Dragon's Claw," the child murmured before long dark blue dragon claw looking things began chasing after the people. It was hilarious to see the claws dig into the ground and drag themselves forward before lifting themselves back up and swinging back down into the ground. It was almost like watching inchworms, which used to be a punishment that Acnologia used. But let's not get into that just yet. At this moment, the young dragon was beginning to feel more of the effects of dividing its magic. The Chaos Dragon's head began to pound heavily and it was getting harder and harder to take a deep breath. As a result, the child slowly sunk to the ground and dropped the spell of his wings. Then, when people began to notice the child's lack of power, they tried to get close enough to capture it. That is until the child cast another spell as fled back into the safety of the forest where the child chose a nice, safe place to sleep and all but collapsed in its safe place. What a day.

Days passed in pretty much the same manner. The child would wake, cause havoc in different parts of town and disappear once it had run out of magic. It seemed to everyone that no one was able or strong enough to put an end to this chaos. Thus, they resorted to calling wizard guilds. Which for the most part didn't work either. The child beat up and embarrassed every mage that came to fight it and soon the fear that the child would never leave began to surface. What a horrible thought for these people. Then, someone called in the big guns. These supposed "big guns" that the child didn't think was a big deal at the time. Some person who went by the name of Gildarts Clive. He really didn't sound tough but sounds can be deceiving. And it was because of this new mission of Gildarts that led our young Chaos Dragon to live a life it hadn't thought possible. One filled with darkness, humans, hate, and surprisingly, happiness, joy, and love. Who would've thought? Actually, everyone else on the planet didn't even have a single thought that even came close.

So, I was going to go into the battle of Gildarts and our favorite Chaos Dragon Slayer but I didn't because our mini Fire Dragon didn't have anyone to fight at this time. If you haven't noticed, everything in this story is paralleled. That includes dialoge and experiences, for the most part. Eventually, we'll get to the fight since that holds some significance but that is for later.

Also, fun fact, this chapter is exactly 125 sentences for each Slayer. Isn't that fun? I think that is amazing. Yup. Till next time!

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