The old man sat at his desk, he was sure that by now it would belong to someone else. Years and years of being part of this guild and he couldn't think about his life in any other way.

Makarov's eyes scanned along the picture frames that lived on his desk. The picture of his old team, a picture of his father, one of the guild members today but as younglings, and the picture of Laxus and Breeze.

His eyes stuck to the picture of his two grandchildren.

Laxus, despite his rough patch, before his sister arrived at the guild. Had grown in to a respectable man, someone who he could pass the guild off to without regrets.

Breeze, oh Breeze.

Makarov looked at the young girl that had an uncanny resemblance to her older brother, even though they weren't actually related. There had been many times where Makarov wished to tell Breeze about her real family but no time seemed like the right time.

"It's okay Grandpa! She can be my little sister!" Laxus cheered.

From that moment on Breeze's childhood was formed from lies. Ivan despised the child, so Makarov told her, when she was in tears one day, that she just reminded him of her mother. She believes Laxus is a true Dragon Slayer, because Breeze struggled to deal with the concept of loosing her Dragon. All of these lies came from a good place in his heart, but the truth could destroy her.

But he remembers the day that he found her like it was yesterday...

Laxus had been bugging his Grandpa to take a break from the guild for weeks. The boy wanted to explore the forest just beyond Magnolia's border, but he was told with sternness, that he wasn't to go alone. That meant on one Spring evening when Laxus was the age of 5 Makarov was dragged to the forest by force.

"Grandpa some people say that there is a Dragon that lives here and her scales look like the Ocean!" The small boy couldn't think of a time when he had been more excited. He loved it when he got to go on adventures with his Grandpa.

"Oh, a Dragon you say?" Makarov didn't believe his grandson's stories, but he was quite happy to play along.

"Yeah-huh, it's a big one too!"

"Who told you about this Dragon?" the old man asked with a loving smile.

Laxus stopped in his tracks. "Huh? I can't remember... hmmm I think there was another kid playing on the playground a few weeks ago, he had black hair and he looked kinda scrawny." Satisfied with his own answer the blonde ball of energy started walking again.

Makarov had a bad feeling about this, he couldn't put his finger on it, but as they got closer and closer to the center of the forest, the feeling grew.

"Do you hear that Grandpa?!" Laxus exclaimed, he knew that it wasn't the sound of a Dragon, but the sound of a child's cry.

Makarov started to run, with his grandson in toe.

Laxus gasped when they reached the sight. In a clearing, deep into the forest, there sat a Dragon. The only issue, was the Dragon was dead. Laxus could imagine the scales to be the deepest of blues, scales that would shimmer in the light. The dragon in front of them had rotting grey scales, the duo were surprised there wasn't a rotting stench.

At first Makarov wasn't sure where the noise of the child was coming from, but as he pushed the large hand of the beast away from it's breast, he found a child. The girl was around the age of one, maybe two. She had short messy hair and she was dirty. From the way the Dragon was positioned, it looked like it was protecting the child.

A Dragon Slayer? The guild Master thought to himself, he had heard legends, but he couldn't be sure.

The baby child stopped crying as soon as it was picked up, she opened her eyes to reveal beautiful gray orbs. Despite the child's age, Makarov could see relief flood the child's eyes. "Papa? D-Did you come to save me?"

Makarov looked between the dragon and it's child, with infinite wonders as to what had happened.

To this day, Makarov Drayer still has no clue what happened to Arashi, the Storm Dragon. The version of the story that had been made up seemed to satisfy Breeze, but on late nights when the old man struggles to find sleep, it plagues him.

One day the truth will come out, Makarov just prayed that it would come from him.

Just a short chapter (on purpose) kind of a filler of sorts. The next chapter will be published at the same time so it will be all good ;)

Until next time xx