Notes
Well this is it, folks. The end of the story. This is one of those things where no matter how many times I rewrite it, or read it, or change it, it's just not going to be right and I'm gonna have to face that. I think a part of me just doesn't want to finish it.
It's been a heck of a trip though. The messages and the reviews. You guys are so utterly fucking amazing and I'm the luckiest person in the world to be getting your feedback.
This is a bit of a beastly epilogue. I mean, BEAST! But I'm hoping to close off a number of little loose threads and leave you guys somewhere happy.
*goes to cry*
Oh, and the next Gajeevy story I'm writing is a sort of horror called 'The Walled Garden'. And I'm hoping to have that first chapter up by mid March.
Much Love,
Moonbeam.
There was an uneasy silence between the gathered Dragon Slayers that made Wendy rather uncomfortable. It wasn't as if they couldn't get along if they wanted to, but today was a peculiar day. Sting and Rogue had been easy to convince. As the Sabertooth guildmaster Sting had no problems making the time and Rogue was just so curious he had to turn up. Laxus was a different cup of tea altogether. He'd been on an extended mission with the Thunder Legion when Makarov had contacted him and hadn't been entirely happy about having to drop everything to return to the guild. His team mates wouldn't necessarily have an issue completing the job without him, but it rankled something in him to be summoned like that. He'd come a long way from the person he was but there were certain parts of his personality that just remained regardless. Being told what to do would never sit right with him.
"So, what exactly are we all expecting here?" Laxus sounded like he'd have preferred to have been in the deepest bowels of hell, rather than there. What would be the difference? He'd still be hot, sweaty and probably bored out of his mind.
They'd gathered on a hill overlooking the guild. The building itself was much too crowded for the kind of first meeting they wanted, and while the Council representative, Mest, was still in the hall, they were only going to get one shot at privacy. Although, while Ossa had said to be there in the morning, she was currently, astoundingly late.
"When she'd appear in the valley it was from the ground. She'd kinda bubble up and take shape. I don't know, honestly," Levy shrugged. Equally as clueless as any of them.
All the Dragon Slayers with the exception of Cobra stood restlessly waiting. The council had made the decision not to release him. Not even at Makarov's humble request. As far as they were concerned he'd surrendered himself once and they weren't entirely certain it would go the same way a second time. To be fair. They were probably right. The remaining Dragon Slayers had literally nothing to go on bar Levy and Gajeel's word that anything would even show up. Who could say that they hadn't gotten the dates mixed up or that Dragons didn't have their own unique calendar?
Gajeel tapped Levy on the shoulder with shaking hands. The woman looked at him confusedly before following his eyes. The rest of the Dragon Slayers followed suit. Eyes fixed to the tiny black speck heading their way.
The sun blinded all but Natsu and Sting who glared open mouthed. Their eyes too used to bright lights to be very effected by the sun's rays.
"She's not coming from the ground…"Natsu whispered. Sting couldn't even form words.
The black speck grew closer, and larger. It was a Dragon. A spinning, aerial rolling, nose diving Dragon.
"What the fuck am I looking at here?" Laxus choked out. There were a number of concerns about the implications of a Dragon landing just outside of Magnolia. The people would be able to see her soon enough and there was absolutely no way in hell that Mest was going to stay in the guild hall, or the rest of the guild in the guild hall at that, with a Dragon sitting on the hill looking down at them. Where all Dragons this fucking crazy or did they generally not think these things through?
Levy was tugging worriedly on Gajeel's shirt; mouth opening and closing. Clearly concerned about the same things.
Gajeel was confused by a whole manner of other stuff.
"Why the hell is she flyin' like that?" Were the only words he could come out with.
Natsu rubbed his hands eagerly. Chuckling to himself. Rogue muttering "We'll see soon enough…" under his breath.
When she was close enough that they could see the glint of the sun on her obsidian scales she nosedived one last time, this time directly for them. Gajeel was the only one of the Dragon Slayers that didn't bother taking a step back. He knew very well what she was doing and it wasn't impressive when his father did it either. At the last minute, wings so large they blocked out the entire horizon, spread out and halted her fall. Her laughter shook the ground under their feet.
"Oh, it's been too long since I flew," They were the first words they heard as she landed carefully, wings retracting into her body slowly. Dragon Slayer hearing was good and no one, not even Levy failed to hear the muffled sounds of yelling. "Almost forgot," Was the second comment before she opened her front claw and out scrambled a dizzy, nauseated, screaming Cobra, still wearing the clothing he'd been given by the council when they'd locked him up.
"YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY! CRAZY!" He tried to stand but his legs gave out, not capable of doing much beyond keeping him upright on his knees while he began heaving the meagre contents of his stomach into the grass.
The Dragon lowered her body till it was almost flush with the soil and inclined her head toward him. Flashing a set of glistening teeth.
"Little weak Dragon Slayers should be careful when mouthing off to actual Dragons," She hissed somewhat menacingly. Cobra didn't answer her. Choosing instead to crawl away as far as he could.
"So, you were late cause you were bustin' Cobra out of prison?" The logic didn't surprise Gajeel at all. She had said she wanted them all present. Levy was having a hard time keeping the laughter at bay. Everyone else was just too busy trying to wrap their heads around it. Battling a Dragon didn't really leave you much time to actually examine them. She dwarfed most of the ones they'd fought.
"Among other things," She answered cryptically. No one was going to broach the subject of what other things those were, not right now, at least. "I didn't believe that the council member I requested would object to taking him back once we were done here?"
No one could argue.
"Speaking of which, Dragon lands outside of Magnolia I'd have at least expected the teleporter up here quicker. Mest must be slipping," Laxus' smirked to himself.
"And the larger one speaks," Her eyes focused in on Laxus and he tensed. Unable to even force himself to relax under the sudden scrutiny. And he was desperately trying. "From the barely concealable sneer on your face am I to assume this one is Laxus?" She looked disdainfully between Cobra and the lightning mage. Her glare was frightening. "I'm not so sure I would have chosen either of you for the lacrima I made,"
The comment was so stunningly blunt that it silenced almost every one. Everyone but Laxus. Now too wound up to stop himself.
"Well, it's a good thing it wasn't up to you, then," He responded sharply.
At his right, Natsu stepped forward, brandishing a flaming fist at her.
"Quit picking on Laxus!"
She snorted a laugh and the air that blasted out seemed to put everyone but Wendy off-balance.
"And the problem child speaks," She whispered under her breath. "Put the fists away, Natsu, I'm not here to fight."
She paused a moment, head titling in the direction of the guild hall, sniffing the wind, before she lifted a front claw up. She held it suspended in the air, moving it from side to side for a brief, confusing spell before coming to some sort of decision on where to place it.
Mest had barely materialized a second before the foot came down and pinned him to the ground. The air left his lungs in a panicked squeak.
"You council members are still so unbelievably rude," She snarled in Mest's face and he blanched. Unable to teleport away, and from the shuddering of the air around his uniform, the man was desperately trying. "If I'd wanted your presence at this family reunion…" She drew up to her full height and spread her wings before opening her jaws wide, sucking in air. The sun completely obscured by darkness. "…THEN I'D HAVE ASKED FOR IT!" She roared skyward. Had she been facing him he'd have been dead with the concussive force of her voice alone. The ground under them shook with the thunderous feel of it.
She took in a calming breath and the scales on her body began melting together. Her body reforming and shrinking. The obsidian falling in on itself as she returned to the form that Gajeel and Levy were most familiar with. The Human body was far less terrifying than the Dragon but there was a look on her face that Gajeel and Levy had never seen the last time they'd met.
She plucked Mest from the ground and held him a solid foot from the grass.
"Put me down, I'm a mem…." He began nervously before she shook him to silence him.
"If you finish that sentence..." She smiled in warning. "...the next errand I run, will be to turn your council headquarters into a smouldering pile of rubble," She hissed and Mest had the good sense to comply and promptly shut up. Her gaze flicked to Natsu momentarily, the fire Dragon Slayer was grinning stupidly. She rolled her eyes in exasperation before putting Mest down, letting him back up. "I'll be going down to the guild hall to meet with you soon enough. Now leave,"
And leave Mest did. Stretching her new arms over her head she gave a cursory check for the presence of a tail or anything else that might be amiss, but she seemed satisfied with her new body.
She held her arms out toward the script mage and enveloped her in a warm hug that made Gajeel snort.
"You're looking well, Levy. How are Jet and Droy?" The sudden casualness after the tense few minutes before were dizzying.
"They're pretty good," She was cautious. Suddenly left wondering why Ossa was here at all making small talk. It was a lot of trouble just for a family reunion. Especially since they could have arranged to go meet her. They'd have been guaranteed privacy then.
"So?" Gajeel asked shrugging. There was a burning question everyone was currently trying to work out a good way of asking.
"Well, as different as Human and Dragon customs sometimes are, there are things that will always be common between the two," She paused, suddenly, uncharacteristically nervous. "Family are generally present for funerals. And I think mine is long passed due," She smiled at Wendy, offering her a friendly wave. "And I hear that Fairy Tail throws the best parties around."
Almost no one noticed Ossa at the guild hall. Maybe they were expecting some sort of Dragon-like creature complete with horns and claws. Maybe just someone taller, even. Ossa in Human form was altogether unremarkable. She didn't project her presence or announce herself. Instead she slid by most without a second glance and disappeared after Makarov and Mest into the back office. Erza and Mira's eyes following her path diligently.
The Dragon Slayers took a table together while she did whatever it was she needed the council for. There was still an uneasy silence between them all. Cobra in particular looked like he'd have probably preferred to stay back in his cell. Sting quirked an eyebrow at Gajeel, bemusedly.
"So, your Mom seems nice?"
Gajeel burst out laughing and just like that the tension between them all fizzled out. Levy gave him a warning look, silently asking him to behave before making her excuses and leaving them to it. Gajeel kept an eager eye on her as she weaved her way around their guild mates straight for Lucy who was busying herself with some job flyers.
"Times like this I wish I could get drunk..." Cobra muttered to himself. Natsu clapped him on the back.
"Hey! Cheer up. You've a day off! I'm sure there's something you want to do?"
Across the bar Cobra and Kinana shared a momentary glance that was missed by everyone but Gajeel; the only man at the table currently overly familiar with exactly that type of look. Kinana glanced away, smiling and slightly red faced, but Cobra didn't. Only a faint twitch at the corner of his lips as any indication that there was something more than impassive disdain present.
"Sure," Was the only thing that came out of the poison Dragon Slayer's mouth. Gajeel reigned in the almost overwhelming urge to mock him publicly. He knew it was a blatant lie, and the look Cobra threw him, more than likely hearing his inner dialogue, spoke volumes about just how sizable that lie actually was.
Wendy patted the man's arm comfortingly. She was still too young to be drinking and not even a table full of Dragon Slayers would risk Mira's wrath by offering the girl anything stronger than milk.
"Some party this is," Laxus drawled, far from enthusiastically. Almost half the Dragon Slayers weren't going to be drinking. Wendy and Cobra had solid excuses. Rogue just didn't drink. What exactly were they going to do for fun anyway?
In the back office, Mest eyed Ossa with nothing short of utter frustration. Makarov was perpetually on the fence between plain drunk and engagingly tipsy, having long since given up on any kind of mediation that didn't involve alcohol.
"You can't expect the council to give up on the temple. Even if you got the current chairs to agree to it, they aren't going to be members forever. There's too much power there for them to ignore," He paused, choosing his words carefully. "And from what you're saying you aren't going to be in a position to defend it indefinitely," The subject of her visit had already been broached.
"Is that all it is, then?" She flashed him a fang. The look in her eyes spoke of a breakthrough but Mest wasn't seeing it. "They just want the magic there, they aren't interested in the valley or the buildings?" She asked him.
"Why would the council care about empty ruins?" He deadpanned.
Ossa stood and poured two mugs of ale from the barrel on Makarov's table. She passed one to Mest who took it only because it was the polite thing to do.
"Then, I agree, the council can do what it wants then with what's left of the temple. It's only the valley I'm concerned with," Mest did a double-take.
"Wait, what?" He sputtered.
"We've, well, I've been arguing for the last hour over the valley. I just wanted to leave the area to the Dragon Slayers. With legal paperwork and all of that Human nonsense. As for the magic your council is after? That power is right here in front of you. It took it all to get me here," She admitted somberly. "And it won't last."
Makarov sobered instantly. Mest was too young to understand but he'd seen enough winters to empathize. When it all came down to it, the things that mattered the most were never rooted in the material or in concepts as base as power. Family were what was ultimately the most important. He'd thought it was magic the Dragon was fighting so hard to keep control over. It was actually something far more long lasting.
"The power? All of it? It's gone?" The teleporter coughed out.
"Only the magical kind," She smiled wistfully.
Mest sighed, deflated.
"I can't authorize something like this myself...but if you're telling the truth, then I'm sure they'll agree," The relief of having reached some sort of conclusion to this whole thing made him laugh. "They won't be happy, but I doubt they'll fight over some trees,"
"That's good to know," She rubbed her hands together eagerly. "Now, I've missed three fights in my honor already, at my own funeral, mind you, so if you don't mind I'd rather not miss any more." She chuckled eagerly.
Gajeel clutched his left arm to his chest tightly. Of course it had been Natsu that roped them into a little mini tournament when it became apparent that alcohol wasn't going to be much of a factor in the celebrations. It had started out well enough, Wendy had even joined in and in a shock twist that the Iron Dragon Slayer still couldn't quite believe, she'd taken out Natsu, first round. A sharp torrent of air and Natsu span till he puked. If anyone was laughing about the smallest of the Dragon Slayers, they weren't afterward. There were green, pale faces all-round.
In typical fashion the fights had descended into carnage pretty quickly. Wendy had forfeited her place in the tournament in favor of some kiwi juice indoors with Lily and Carla, leaving the rest of them to brawl it out.
And brawl they did.
Levy took to the sidelines to cheer Gajeel on while Lucy did her best to console Natsu over his defeat. It had been going pretty well for the Iron Dragon Slayer up until Laxus. When it came down to pure brute strength and unadulterated power, the man was really something else. Gajeel had absolutely no problems in saying that out loud. They kept the magic to a minimum for the sake of the town and in the fist fight that followed, Laxus had managed to dislocate Gajeel's arm at the shoulder. Levy had been on the scene within moments with a solid script conjured sling for him until Wendy could found.
"That's it, run along with your little friend," Laxus laughed, the few drinks he'd had between matches making him a little mouthier than usual.
Gajeel ignored him but Levy on the other hand went cherry red. Beyond indignant over the comment. She couldn't quite be sure about what irritated her the most about it; the remark about her height or the jab about her being his friend. Levy squeezed his hand looking for some kind of guidance. They hadn't exactly made it public knowledge or announced it to the guild or anything since they'd returned, and even if they had, Laxus hadn't necessarily been around to hear about their relationship saga. Gajeel took Levy's hand in support. It didn't matter to him who or how many people knew.
"You're such a fucking asshole, Laxus!" The small script mage blurted out and Natsu sat up out of Lucy's lap. A goofy smile on his face. It didn't matter who was fighting, but Natsu was on board with it.
"Those are angry words coming from a little squirt," Laxus snapped back.
Sting and Rogue exchanged looks at the ridiculousness of the situation. Cobra, who was sitting nursing some bruised ribs was focusing intently. The ability to hear someone's inner thoughts didn't necessarily explain much when that person was Levy McGarden and her inner monologue involved her repeating over and over again how she was going to make Laxus eat dirt. Her thought process was far from the simple and direct kind he was accustomed to dealing with. Listening in gave him a bit of a headache and answered absolutely nothing.
"That sounds like a challenge," Ossa slithered from the crowd that had gathered outside to watch the fights. Her head fixed on Levy and almost without a second thought, because truthfully, there was a single moment of hesitation, the small woman pulled her tank top over her head and handed it to Gajeel. Standing in shorts and a sports bra she looked tiny in comparison to Laxus. Ossa grinned, a wild look in her eyes as she pierced the lightning mage with a look that promised destruction. He didn't back down from the glare this time.
"If you want to fight me yourself, then fight me. Instead of throwing little girls in front of me," He growled. If it were even possible for Levy to get any angrier she couldn't tell. She passed a confused Gajeel her sandals.
"If I fought you, boy, I'd kill you. And your grandfather has been so lovely to me," Ossa sneered. She looked completely serious and it gave Laxus pause.
"Gajeel, I really don't want to hurt her," The youngest Dreyar was getting desperate now. Having backed himself into a corner and now faced with two equally unappealing prospects. Defeat and humiliate the woman or defeat, humiliate and seriously injure her.
"How dare you!" Levy snarled before Gajeel could say a word, and the sound was something that instantly grabbed everyone's attention. "Like I'm not even here."
The first attack came completely out of the blue; the fist sized glob of mud striking Laxus square in the face, making him cough and Ossa blurt out an obnoxious "HAH!". It was clear by the look on his face that the lightning Dragon Slayer was now currently convinced that Levy had a death wish.
He saw her fingers move at her sides moments before she cast another mud script his way; dodging his head to the side out of it's path as it sailed by. Lightning crackled around him as he set his face into a mask of indifference.
Not entirely certain with how far he was willing to push this, he countered with a bolt of lightning, striking the ground in front of Levy like a warning shot. She took a hurried step backwards away from it. The hairs on her body prickling from the close discharge.
"I'm not going to go easy on you. I don't care that you're small or that your crush is standing watching you. If you wanna fight, then we're gonna fight,"
Somewhere in the background noise, Gray could be heard muttering "Oh, boy," while people hushed each other. The air growing quiet.
When it came down to pure speed, Laxus was easily one of the fastest in the guild. If he threw a punch your way, you were more than likely going to be hit before you could dodge. It was the same with everything he did in a fight. Blink and you miss it. Before anyone could even yell out a warning to Levy, Laxus was nothing more than a speeding bolt heading her way. Gajeel sucked in a breath when he realized that Levy wasn't moving. Wasn't even making an attempt to get out of the path of his lightning.
The blur heading Levy's way suddenly diverted off to the side where there was a clang and a muffled 'ooof'; Laxus having collided with a lightning rod that wasn't there before. The metal pole standing about eight foot high and buried deep into the ground. He rubbed his forehead quizzically trying to work out how she'd made it as fast as she had. A genuine smile broke his face as he regarded the script mage in a new and sudden light. He shrugged off his coat and tossed it out of the makeshift arena. If she could redirect his lightning magic so quickly it would just be easier to take control of the fight another way. It certainly wasn't going to be the boring affair he'd initially believed.
He held up his fists and smirked when Levy did the same, mirroring his stance. Before she smiled evilly at him and he found himself having to dodge to the side to avoid the clear paste that she threw at him. He rolled to his feet and growled, wiping his hands on his shirt, trying to clean the splatter away only to find his fingers glued to the material. The man had a wild look in his eyes as he pulled his fingers away from the material, ripping an enormous hole the fabric.
"I liked this shirt..." He deadpanned, amid Gajeel's paint peeling laughter and the stunned silence of the growing audience. After all, when was anyone going to be able to say they watched a fight between Laxus Dreyar and Levy McGarden and it wasn't a completely one-sided thing.
Somewhat unaccustomed to the methods and style of fighting, Laxus edged himself closer to the script mage. The moment he could put his hands on her was going to be the moment the fight ended. Unfortunately, she wasn't making it easy. With just a few movements of her fingers she'd turned the ground into a mud ring. Being barefoot and small, Levy made quick work of the mud while Laxus found himself struggling as his boots sank in, slowing him down. Now constantly on the defensive as she threw glue, of all things, at him.
Having had maybe a little more alcohol than he should have and finding himself at a truly unfathomable disadvantage, the lightning mage began generating more and more electricity; flooding the ring with crackling light. Levy had to slow her movements to avoid them, eventually having no other choice but to dot the ground between them with with more rods to draw the energy away.
Now utterly fed up with chasing her around, Laxus took the opportunity to finally attack again, using the rods as relays to get to her. She was stunned when he appeared in front of her a moment later to land a solid blow across her temple. The dull sound earning yelps and cries from the audience as Levy sailed through the air several feet before stopping in a pile of limp limbs.
Laxus let out a breath, unhappily trying to rid himself of the feeling of having done something wrong. He looked to Gajeel. Maybe to gauge the man's reaction or see if there was going to be some sort of apology that would be acceptable for this. Gajeel's face was completely expressionless for a moment before he pointed a finger at Laxus and smiled smugly. It took the man a second to realize he wasn't actually pointing at him, but behind him. The foot that connected squarely between his legs sent every single molecule of air out of his lungs. Absolute agony soaking up all the oxygen and sending him to his knees, utterly weak.
He rolled himself on his back and looked up at the script mage, who was standing over him, smirking, the area he'd struck on her head was covered in iron scales. Covered in Gajeel's iron scales. Patches now also covering her arms and legs. That had been a very solid kick, and with iron covering her foot he was under no illusions why. Laxus laughed, unable to wrap his head around it but suddenly certain he walked into something he should have known better than to walk into. There were clearly things he didn't know and quite probably should, regarding the situation. He'd been so angry about being called back to the guild he hadn't considered that there might be more going on. He climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. His pride was about the only thing really wounded, but he'd let her have that. Hell, she deserved the win.
"I surrender," he held up his hands in defeat. "I've clearly been missing a few things cause I have absolutely no idea what just happened," He sighed, wiping the mud from his eyes. "And I think I'm feeling a bit like a wanker right now."
Lucy raced forward and exchanged a high-five with Levy who stuck out her tongue at Laxus cheekily. Gajeel was so smug the aura could have been classified as its own entity.
Lily landed on Gajeel's shoulder and scoffed openly.
"Dragon slayer magic seems a lot like cheating to me," He muttered to Gajeel out of ear shot of the rest. The Dragon Slayer smiled.
"That's generally what losers say!" He quipped. Lily narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, that's it! Wendy is going to fix your arm and then Levy is going to need to drag you home on a stretcher when we're done," The Exceed grinned.
There were cheers all round.
At the end of the day there were some tears shed for Ossa that really couldn't have been explained with reason. The ones to cry the loudest and longest weren't the Dragon Slayers; it wasn't Levy or Jet or Droy, one of which had been seen sneaking off with his new girlfriend periodically through the day to Droy's exasperation and Gajeel's teasing. No, the unexplained tears came from Lucy and Mira, Erza and Juvia, from ordinary members who had absolutely no connection to her other than the obvious; Gajeel, Natsu and Wendy were family, and she was theirs. A sort of honorary Fairy Tail mother.
By midnight the obsidian form she was walking around in was beginning to crumble; her skin returning to the stone she'd crafted it from. And if Levy had of had any hopes of her seeing morning with them, it was long gone. Having already witnessed his father's passing, Gajeel made himself scarce toward the end. Dragon's didn't necessarily do the mushy stuff he said and he'd already made his goodbyes. Ossa was happy enough with that. While the remainder of the Dragon Slayers slept or continued to drink into the night, Ossa sat with Levy in a quiet corner outside, shaded from the moonlight by the summer leaves. In a lot of ways Levy and Gajeel had started out as orphans, but for tonight at least she felt differently. Levy and Ossa had a lot of things in common, oddly enough. They both had a love of learning and were avid puzzle fans. They had a love of things that could grow and were beautiful. After hours of talking about their lives and world histories, otherwise lost to the ages, Levy felt close to the woman. Close enough to feel the pang of sadness at the idea that this would be the first, last, and only time they would get to do this.
"Oh, I have something for you!" Ossa remarked suddenly, catching Levy off-guard. The woman already growing tired. The long day having caught up with her. "It's not much," The stone woman clenched her fist tightly and when it opened there was a small chain at its center. A tear drop piece of obsidian no larger than a thumbnail attached to that. "Its just a little thing. To remember me. This way you can keep something of me with you."
Levy took the chain and held it in her hands for several seconds of silence before she realized she'd begun crying. Small, shaking sobs that left her trembling in the cold.
Wordlessly, Ossa wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her down. Letting Levy's head rest in her lap. With one hand stroking her blue curls and the other falling over her waist to rest on the woman's stomach, she sang Levy to sleep. The words were so old the script mage couldn't even begin to identify the language but the melody was beautiful and her magic carried the sound without any faults or tremors; sleep becoming impossible to fight. While Levy slept, Ossa's body hardened, and by morning when Gajeel came to retrieve the script mage, the former Dragon was nothing more than a statue, sitting in the guild hall's garden, peacefully staring up at the sky.
Gajeel traced the statue's cheek, lightly, with the back of his hand before picking Levy up. With the small woman tucked up in his arms, Gajeel carried her back through the empty streets of Magnolia as the sun was rising. She burrowed up against him, drooling a little more than usual from the angle of her head and the movement, which only made him laugh to himself.
When he reached the front door to their house he paused. Adjusting Levy's weight against him while he considered how to get in; Ossa having left the enormous iron doors from the arena, the ones his father had made, sitting in his front garden.
"Fucking Dragons."
