Earth Realm
The midnight stroll with Laxus made my heart sink to my stomach, my feelings were resurfacing. My first meeting with him was really rocky, but time healed what he had done. Cruelness can be turned into things you'd never expect and to see Laxus withhold or even have the heart to show. I once had feelings for Natsu, I dare say. It was something I really tries to hide because he and the others had become so distant, and then the Thunder Legion came around. I've only had few times with them, sometimes hung out before I high tailed my ass off after Natsu attacked me. Besides my spirits, I didn't feel so abandoned around Laxus and his team. They made me feel...at home again. And I loved that feeling.
Laxus and I found a small place in a snowy patch, just a few meters off the path of the mountain resorts beaten road. The snow was so tempting. I wanted to flop down and roll in it. Make a snowball fight with the large blonde, but it wouldn't be very mature of me. I felt my fingers twitch in my coat pockets.
No! No Lucy! Don't be immature-can't resist-!
I make a glance towards Laxus. He wasn't even paying attention. One snowball is all it'll take. I bend down, removing my hands from my pockets, scooped some snow into a ball. I'll just run once it hits him. I bite my lip to keep in my evil giggles. I ready my arm, fingers gripping the snowball, and spread my feet like I was going to throw a baseball at the batter, I watch the snowball explode against the back of Laxus' head. I heard him grunt from either the impact that caused him to jerk forward, the coldness of the snow, or in surprise that a snowball hit him on his head.
I slapped my gloved hands over my mouth, some snow still left on the material was cold against my chin and lips. Giggles muffled in my throat. A smile creeping upward. Laxus suddenly and very creepily chuckled darkly. I lost all amusement the second he glanced over his shoulder. His bangs shadowed his eyes, but I could still see the whites of them. I gulp, regretting my decision to be playful.
"That wasn't nice..."
U-uh...bu-nut when there's snow, I just couldn't resist!" I squeal, suddenly being hit with a snowball to the face. I stagger back, the snow melting against my skin and hair. My eyebrow twitched. Damn he got me!
"THIS IS WAR!" I shout, scooping up another snowball and pitched it at the blonde man and vice versa.
Who knew Laxus, the serious and intimidating lightning mage of Fairy Tail could have fun by playing in the snow? A laugh bursts from my throat as we continue to hurl snowballs at each other.
"A war I'll win for sure!" Laxus declared determinedly, pitching a complete fastball (snowball) at me. It whizzed past my face when I squeaked and stepped away in order to dodge. My eyes wide. If I would've stayed a few seconds and have moved, I think my fave would've gotten plastered and extremely damaged.
I gasp, "Laxus! That was...too-" A large shadow fell over my small (or so I thought) frame. It was so much bigger than Laxus.
"BLONDIE!"
Evergreen woke to a loud knocking on her room door. She groaned in protest. No! Her beauty sleep! Mumbling incoherent words, she threw her blanket off her body, the cool air immediately greeted her with cold goosebumps, but she ignored that and got out of bed. She staggered around the small corner, sliding her hands frantically on the wall, looking for the light switch. The knocking wouldn't cease. She felt like her head was going to explode if it didn't end soon. The light flipped on, causing her to squint under its harsh brightness. Her hands fumbled with the doorknob only to find it was already unlocked. Did she not lock it when they went to bed?
She opened the door ever so slightly, glancing into the hallway. Freed and Bixlow stood out there. Fully equipped in their day clothes.
"Oh, it's just you guys." She mumbled before yawning, covering her mouth with her hand, stepping back to let her teammates in the room.
"Ever, where's Miss Lucy?" Freed asked, spying the empty, yet still messy bed neat the window.
"Huh?" The brunette craned her neck to catch a glimpse of Lucy's bed, only to find she wasn't there, "Oh, maybe she's using the bathroom."
"Nope, not in here." Bixlow looked into the open bathroom door, his floating dolls chanted after their master.
Sighing, feeling sleep deprived, "Then she must have gone for a walk." She sat on the foot of her own bed, yawning again.
"Laxus must be with her then." Freed concluded, rubbing his chin.
"Oh? Maybe they bumped into each other and are-" Evergreen was cut off by Bixlow.
"OR maybe they decided they'd do the deed while we were sleeping, but were afraid we'd wake up, so they went off somewhere else." Bixlow grinned pervertedly.
"Get your mind out the gutter!" Freed snapped, but on the inside, he felt like the suggestion was right on. It was bound to happen sooner or later, Lucy was a Dragon Slayer now, and with there leader being a Dragon Slayer as well, they probably couldn't fight off their urges to mate. Bixlow's suggestion seemed to be a start, but they couldn't possibly... could they? A fear surged through Freed's chest, but he won't show it, or at least he'll try not to.
"Seriously, boys, why are you worrying so much? Both of them are grown adults for goodness sake." Evergreen scolded irritatedly before glancing at the clock, her eyes started widening, "It's nearly three in the morning! Why the HELL are you bothering me?!" (A/N: Just to be super clear, Lucy and Laxus were walking aimlessly throughout the resort, and ended up in the snowfield)
"Well one, I felt a strange magic presence somewhere on the mountain, that's when I discovered Laxus was gone," Freed explained, "Not to mention I had to use the loo."
"I don't want to hear about your bladder rounds, Freed," Evergreen grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and slid them on, "And secondly, what kind of magic presence?"
"I'm not very sure since it feels...off." Freed frowned.
"Then shall we investigate?" Evergreen said giving her friends a tired smile.
I flung myself backwards, doing a back-bend and back-flip all in one to avoid being flattened by the giant Vulcan fist that sent snow flying everywhere.
"Talk about a close call!" I breathed out, readying myself for the next attack which was blocked, not by me, but by Laxus who suddenly appeared in front of me.
The Vulcan was sent backwards, yellow electricity wrapping around the Vulcan's fist now and again as it yelled in either panic or pain. Probably both.
"I fucking had that, Laxus!" I shot at the buff blonde.
"Didn't seem like it to me," He retorted,"I just saved your ass!"
I hold back a growl and a mean comment. Playtime is over. Fight night is calling my name now. I felt a smirk crawl up my lips.
"Worrying about me isn't necessary, Laxus. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself!" I use my special speed that Draco and Heather taught me.
I passed Laxus like the wind, "Celestial Dragon's Galaxy Punch!" Purple mist accompanied by strings of gold and blue engulfed my left fist as I charged toward the Vulcan.
I was expecting for my fist to clash against the Vulcan's chest, but instead, a mere hand blocked my attack. It was the old man from-
I let out either a squawk or a scream (I think it was both) as I was effortlessly tossed back a few yards, skidding in the snow and near Laxus' feet with a grunt.
"Now is that any way to treat my children?" Kenish asked, narrowing his withering eyes towards us, dangerous gleams were growing dark in his iris'.
"I told you so, Blondie." Laxus grabbed me and pulled me to my feet as if I weighed nothing.
"Hello again, Fairy Tail mages." The old man grinned sinisterly at us.
Well, shit. There goes our late night snowball fight.
Dragon Realm (Flashback)
Things seemed to be getting worse for the dragons. Demons and orcs have been sprouting from the earth slaughtering everything in its path. The villages have been over ruined and burned down to the ground. Children, women, and the elderly were beheaded and put on a stick as trophy's. The roots of war are in how we communicate, from there the path is set. We fail to comprehend that language is just a crude tool to communicate a concept. Often the reply to any question is not a reply but the ruminations of the brain of the other, dealing with what was said. Most of the time our dialogues are simply different ways to express the same ideas. If we communicate like two closed fists, we are doomed to repeat history. If we open our hearts and minds our ideas can come together to create peace and harmony, like open hands coming together to overlap, the fingers weaving together. Perhaps we can't agree on climate change, but we can agree on the need to protect the ecosystems we all depend on, and doesn't that give the desired result for all? Perhaps we can't agree on abortion, but we could work together to make a society where every child has enough food and good shelter - making abortion an illogical choice unless the life of the mother is at stake. If we think that debate equals argument and success is standing your ground, we'll never turn this ship around before we hit the iceberg, and then what? Will we fight over the arrangement of the chairs as we sink beneath the icy brine? Every mind was as much a battlefield as the sand at their feet. Before the invaders beached their vessels each soldier had time for their minds to bid farewell to far away lovers and children while trying to wipe all emotion clean away, to focus on the task at hand. Every gaze lay resolutely ahead, none able to take in the emotion of their friends as well as their own. When the cry came they launched forwards without delay, the grains shifting under their boots were their homeland and to see the foreign warriors upon it was all the motivation their hearts required.
"Сер, мы не можем сдержикать их гораздо дольше, что нам делать?"
"Мы должны продержаться дольше, пока не придет подкрепление."
"Но сэр-"
"Сын, послушай меня, храбрые люди присоединилиськ этой армии не потом, что хотеть сделать; Что- кнорошее, что защитит тех, кто добр. Нас может быть немного, нет моего сражаемся с последним драконом. Теперой любви, кто готов пойть и отдать все свои, следи за мной!"
The bloodshed was as barbaric as it was stupid; it was as evil and cruel. There are thoughts that can come with reasons to kill, yet they are the devil's siren. We were born to love, not to become monsters of our own making. Even in our grief we wish for peace, to reach out and heal with the "enemy," to find the ways that love conquers all. Suddenly an arrow had entered through the enemies eye socket. It was dark red, pooling with blood, already blackening. Some brain matter had exploded from the back of his skull and splattered on the otherwise white kitchen wall. The body had slumped to the floor like some ungainly life-sized doll. The remaining eye remained open, staring blankly at the detective. A loud yet painful screech was heard in the west, another army had came. These people were no enemy to the dragons, they were their cousins in the western lands that lived in the volcanoes. They snarled at the amount of bloodshed and the innocent screams that filled the land. They charged at the orcs and demons slaying them without remorse or pity. The hours went on in the battlefield. The once green grass was colored with a deep red, the brown soil turning black with corpses of the dead. A horn was sounded throughout the land making the enemy retreat back to the hell they came from. The soldiers may have won the battle but there was no feast or songs that night, for the dead were beyond count of few had survived and those that stayed, burned their fallen brethren. That battle was only the first to come for the battle of the Desolation of Smaug the Terrible.
A/N: Figured you would want to know why Smaug is buried deep under the castle. Well this battle was actually one of ten. Smaug was actually kind at first. He was known as King under the mountain once but greed and pain turned him into a monster. HE had a wife and people thought that she died giving birth to their daughter and son that was Adam and, you guessed it, Heather. But that's not the case. After giving birth, Smaug kept her in the dungeons for his sick and twisted pleasures in pain. Once his wife was weak enough he ate her while his son, whose the oldest, watched. You see Adam is just as twisted as his father because his father twisted him into becoming a monster. Everyone pitied them because they were the children of a monster. But Heather was the one that turned out good so no need to worry about that. But I thought Heather was 19? You ever heard of rebirth? Yeah, the battle that happened took place like give or take at least 1000-2500 years ago. He has at least 5 to 7 generals that he trusts to carry out his biding, yes a few of those Generals were Layla, Draco and Igneel. Sorry not sorry. I wanted to put something crazy in the story. So you see Heather doesn't have all of her memories from her first life only bits and pieces. This flashback was one of hers in her past life. To be more precise this is her 3rd past life. The language is in Russian. And yes I used google translate for some of it.
Сер, мы не можем сдержикать их гораздо дольше, что нам делать?: Sir, we cannot hold them back much longer, what should we do?
Мы должны продержаться дольше, пока не придет подкрепление: We must hold out longer until reinforcements arrive.
Но сэр: But sir-
Сын, послушай меня, храбрые люди присоединилиськ этой армии не потом, что хотеть сделать; Что- кнорошее, что защитит тех, кто добр. Нас может быть немного, нет моего сражаемся с последним драконом. Теперой любви, кто готов пойть и отдать все свои, следи за мной!: Son, listen to me, brave people have joined this army not to do good but to protect those that who are good. We may be few in number but we're fighters to the last dragon. Now those who want to give it their all one last time, follow me!