Rejoice, mongrel. Today it will be me, Gilgamesh the King of Heroes, to announce the new chapter. Behold to my golden persona, and lustrate your eyes to mankind's oldest legend.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail nor Fate/Stay Night.


Interlude 1

Golden King and Black Dragon


In a valley far in the east of Fiore, a battle was taking place. Or better, it reached the end as soon as it started. No, to begin with it could not even be considered a battle but more of a hunt. There was no doubt that it was a one sided clash which result was clear even before its start.

"Damn it...To think that it exists something powerful like you...The World is truly of a big place, but I guess I will not to get to visit it all..."

Touching the place where once was his arm, the cloaked mage with red hair could only wait for his inevitable death. Facing against the force of nature in the form of a huge, black dragon with blue, spiraling marks all over his scales, there was nothing the man could do to survive, much less win.

He had known from the moment he had accepted the quest that it would have been a dangerous mission. Yet he didn't expected that his opponent would be this strong. Such power was beyond anything he had ever seen. All it took was an instant, a single moment, for his left limb to turn in nothing but blood and most of his bones to be crushed into dust. No amount of experience could have prepared him for that, no spell was going to save him. It was not supposed to end like that, many people were waiting for him at home and he could not let them down. Yet there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Death approached. Not even time to mentally bid farewell to his family that the beast was already before him, his sharp claws ready to reap his flesh into pieces. Few meters, no centimeters now separated him from his inevitable, cruel fate. Just enough for a single drop of sweat to fall, and then darkness took over as red covered his vision. Or so it was supposed to happen, yet it didn't. Suddenly the air above him spiraled as multiple trails of light were hurled from far away.

Thunderous sounds of heavy objects impacting on the ground in front of him resounded again and again. Shiny blades of different shape and dimension hit the soil many times, raising thick clouds of dust at each hit.

As the humongous creature leaped back and soared up in the sky, an immense gust of wind originated by his massive wings blew away the smoke. Now clear of obstructions, the mage could see clearly the origin of the swords which were turning in mana particles and fading away. A single person was floating in opposition to the flying reptile, only one, but he was no common man.

"Move aside, mage. Things are going to get dangerous from here onward. You better not get caught in this fight if you still cherish your life."

Not a suggestion nor a warning, but an order to be followed. Words which showed no concern nor pity, emotionless as if it was directed to nobody at all. A powerful yet calm voice brimming with charisma and authority. And so the mage did, knowing that in his condition he would only be of hindrance, and only turning back once to get a glimpse of his savior before running at full speed.

Gleaming eyes red in color, fiery as those of a warrior, which radiated an aura of supremacy. A blonde man, his spiky hair standing up like blazing flames leaving a single tuft on his forehead. A perfectly proportioned and defined body, with red lines running across the sides of his chest and abs. A golden mantle over his shoulders, golden earrings hanging on his ears, golden boots and protections covering his lower half up until the stomach. A red piece of cloth, adorned with golden paintings, was attached to his hips by metallic pads. And twin, curved blades floated behind him, their level of mystery astonishing to say the least.

It was the King of Heroes and mage of Cait Shelter, Gilgamesh.

Dozens of golden portals opened behind him at a single motion of his hand, a weapon of legends stuck out from each of those. Fired as projectiles with a speed surpassing that of the sound, a golden rain of destruction made out of countless crafts fall on the dragon. But the beast shrieked in defiance, and countered with its own bombardment of beams. Collision after collision, the battle kept going on with none of the two showing sign of fatigue nor tiredness. A battle, or better a war between two monsters that had no winner for the moment. But the situation was going to change soon.

A sequence of portals appeared around the dragon, forming a ring around him from which continuous attacks followed. But that did not stop him, not even for a second, as he forcefully broke the encirclement by tearing the air itself apart. Then he dashed at the golden armored man, its fangs seeking for fresh blood to be drenched in.

Gilgamesh did not move from his potion nor falter. Holding a golden tablet that he materialized from inside of his vault, he applied many restraining spells around the body of the creature on top of several magical pentagrams all around him in a gravitational cage.

"Oh ho, not bad. I have slayed many of your kind, but you are the first one to survive so long. I commend you, black dragon, for your tenacity."

Arms crossed in a display of confidence. An elegance reserved to those of the highest royalty, an unwavering composure not disrupted by the beast's aspect nor its might.

The scaled being snarled in anger at those words, his jaw opening to devour the mana from its surrounding.

"Don't you dare lump me with those weaklings! I am Acnologia, the ultimate dragon of Apocalypse! None shall stand in my way!"

A mighty roar that made the earth shake and all the trees blow away.

"So you can even speak human language. Interesting. Indeed you are the first one to give me a real challenge in a while, but if you really think you can stand on equal ground as me, the King of Heroes, then you are beyond foolish."

The King of Heroes sounded slightly displeased, but nevertheless amused by the situation. Summoning even more portals, up to a hundred or so, he launched a second assault.

This time his opponent did not return the attack, and instead dived high in the sky beyond the sea of clouds above the battlefield.

The King narrowed his eyes and ceased his rapid fire.

"The king stands supreme above everything. Be it Heaven or Earth, none shall equal me. Come to me, Vimana."

A golden, miniature flying warship with gigantic, green wings then appeared beside him. Sitting on the red throne on top of it, he flew in pursuit of the dragon.

"What's the matter, black dragon? Where did all the confidence that you showed previously go?"

Both were flying at mach speed through the sky, Acnologia being chased by Gilgamesh as the later kept firing weapons to make the former crash on land.

And then the roles reversed as the marked beast suddenly spreaded his wings and stopped on his track, sending a shower of magic projectiles in the process.

Seven flower petals made out of violet light came out in response as Vimana turned around. Rho Aias: The Seven Rings That Covers The Fiery Heavens, seven boundary fields each with the defensive ability of a fortress wall that combined into a single, ultimate defence against any thrown weapon or projectile.

Channeling even more mana, Acnologia's chest greatly enlarged. A breath attack was incoming, one strong enough to wipe out at least an entire town. It was time for the king of the dragons to get serious and end the fight.

"Apocalypse Dragon's Breath!"

On the other side, Gilgamesh was now standing up and holding a single sword. Merodach: The Original Sin, prototype of the 'sword of the selection' named in a past legend. While not certainly his most powerful tool, its main use limited to that of testing any opponent worthy of the king's true might, its strength was not to be underestimated as it was capable of easily end entire armies with a single strike.

"I must admit it was quite an entertaining battle that surprisingly managed to excite me, but everything must have an end. As such, allow me to show you my appreciation by ending this fight with one of my most prized tresures."

The air got sliced in half as those two destructive forces clashed in a flash of light so bright that it made seem like there was a second, smaller sun. A huge shockwave expanded rapidly as consequence, clearing out the nearby clouds and destabilizing both sides.

The King of Heroes was the first to regain his stance after falling for few miles away from were the explosion occurred, his vehicle now returned inside the vault. Grabbing onto his two swords which were floating behind him, he laughed loudly. Not out of joy nor sadness, but simply of surprise.

"Fuhahahahaha! Impudent as you may be, perhaps your earlier statement was not so wrong!"

Unfortunately his excitement immediately died down afterward as the dragon, coated in a blue aura, was starting to vanish. For whenever reasons it seemed like he was retreating from the fight.

"I swear, golden mage, that one day I'll make you pay dear for this! Remember this, none shall escape from my rage for I am the harbinger of the end!"

"... Hmph. Escaping the instant I let my guard down with my boisterous laugh. Such insolence! But whenever, I just lost my motivation. There is no meaning to chase those that have no will to fight. Better report this to the one that send the request and end it here. I have other business to take care of after all."

Back to his usual, bored demeanor, Gilgamesh was ready to leave when he felt something ring from inside of his treasury. Picking out a communication lacrima, he answered the call that went on for a few minutes.

"Always finding a way to load me with work. Does he want see me die of overwork, that fool? What kind of master even need a guild member to help them keep up their own guild?" murmured the King once done, his mood not the most joyous one.


Era. Headquarter of the Council.

Five mages, or rather their projections, were gathered on top of a magical circle inside what could be called "deliberation room" where reunions between the ten members of the organization usually took place.

"So this Dead Apostole managed to hide his workings even from the Observation Model. But how could he have done so for so many years without anyone noticing it? It's highly unlikely that such thing went unnoticed. There is no way, unless…" stated Lord El Melloi, his voice darkened upon the last few words as a lingering trace of suspicious filled his sentence.

"Are you perhaps suggesting that there is a traitor among us?"

Kayneth twitched his eyebrows in slight annoyance, looking with eyes of disdain at the fat, old man that just interrupted him in the middle of his report.

Crawford Seam. Not a powerful mage, his Magic called Archive useful as it allowed to store incredible amounts of information but nothing more, neither one with many achievements. He was but a rich noble whose position as a member was mainly due to his status and his many connections.

Disgusting. While himself was a man of noble origins, Kayneth had always believed that one should not rely solely on their inheritance but use them as foundation in order to achieve greatness. Why was someone like Crawford a member of the Council? He could barely contain his uneasiness at the sight of the bearded geezer, but it was not time nor place to show off his personal distaste of the man.

"...Hmph. I have no concrete evidence on this matter, so I'll not further speculate on it. For now we'll just increase the security of this place and perform an update of the Model so no future tampering on it will be possible."

"Good idea. As expected of Lord El Melloi. Now onto our next point, the raid against Oracióus Seis's base proposed by Lamia Scale together with Fairy Tail, Blue Pegasus and Cat Shelter."

Next to Seam was Alexander The Great, also known as Iskander.

The sole heir of an ancient dynasty of mighty warlords, a young man skilled both as a fighter and a commander. His age could deceive, but the red headed mage was far from naive. A natural born, charismatic leader gifted with great intellect and diplomacy.

Someone that didn't know him personally could perhaps mistake him for a king at first glance. Always easy going, perhaps too much, but also a person of honor and bravery.

"Didn't we already reached an agreement on that matter? We can't let those criminals wander any further in Fiore. We finally got a lead on their base, may as well use it to wipe them out once and for all."

Taking out the cigar he was smoking, Gordes Musik Yggdmillenia let out a small cloud of smoke.

Another man whose seat in the Council was mostly due to fame rather than abilities. But unlike Crawford, the blonde mage at least acted in a way fit for someone of his status. And despite his arrogant and prideful personality, he always worked diligently.

"Just wish we could do it without rely on the guild's support. This does make it look like we are week and in need of their assistance." added Org, last of the members of the Council currently present at the meeting.

"Can't be helped. Our main forces have been allocated in Fiore's capital, Uruk, for this year's Grand Magic Games. We are kind of shorthand at the moment."

As Crawford said, due to the Chairman's orders more than half of the Shinsengumi had been sent to aid in the protection of the city and help the surveillance during the annual tournament.

"Tsk. What was the Chairman thinking, giving such an order! He has pretty much left us powerless!"

If there was a table, it would have trembled violently by one of Gordes's angry slams.

"But he must have his reasons to do so. After all you know that he usually doesn't really take actions if not really needed. He must have foresaw something quite 'disastrous' if he has decided to step in. What was the last time he came outside of that room of his?"

"Was it that incident in which apparently some kind of 'alien' being from the Moon came on Earth to annihilate mankind? I heard it happened decades ago, before even the official establishment of the Council itself."

"Wait a moment, wasn't it that he stopped the falling of the Moon itself? It's the first time I hear of the involvement of 'aliens'."

"Stop it with nonsense you two. As if such things were true. They are no more than exaggerated rumors. And you, Waver Velvet, remember your position. Even if you're Alexander's right hand, you have no right to speak in this meeting if not asked to."

Kayneth had enough of listening to those absurd rumors, especially if the one to utter them were his fellow Council members. A cold glare was also directed to the young man beside Alexander, who he didn't saw with good eye. There was a limit to everything, and bringing a retainer in an important meeting was certainly not welcomed.

Waver immediately stopped talking, his look unfazed by the words of El Melloi. Alexander on the other hand was annoyed by the 'insult' that his retainer just received, but said nothing as to not create more discord.

"But it's unquestionable that the old man has many incredible achievements in the field of Magic. There is a reason why he had been the one and only Chairman ever since the foundation of this organization. The Wizard Marshall, holder of the Kaleidoscope and one of the most powerful mages of all times. One could even say he compares to the likes of Solomon and Merlin. If he deems necessary this displacement of our men than it must be something serious."

"This doesn't change the fact that we are now forced to ask for help, which leaves a bitter taste in my mouth."

"Well, we could always say that it's a repayment to the Council for all the damage that the guilds had caused to us. Will this suffice, Gordes-san?" replied Alexander, a bit of humor mixed in his sentence.

Gordes wanted to say something, anything that vaguely sounded as a reply. While he respected the young warlord, that didn't mean that he tolerated the way the youngster talked to his elders. But unfortunately he had more pressing problems at hand, and so he let the matter slid.

"...Eh, I guess it can't be helped. Let's end it here for today if we have nothing else to discuss. I still have other matters to attend."

"Then see you all next time."


A land filled with magma and surrounded by volcanoes. Was it a dream? Or reality?

A formless light in the sky. A red scaled dragon inside a cave.

"Why are you here, Grandine?"

"It has been a while, Igneel."

The Sky Dragon and the Flame Dragon met eyes to eyes for the first time since years, the two of them being among the last few of their species to survive from Acnologia's rampage.

"For you to be here...Did you perhaps forget our agreement? We promised to limit our communications as much as possible until the promised day. State your business and then leave this place."

"Well, I just happened to sense you nearby. Regarding that child of yours...for you to lend him the power of a true dragon, the King's form, is quite astonishing to say the least. Don't you think it may be too premature? For a kid of his age to already wield this level of Magic, I fear-"

"Hmph. The brat asked for power to protect those he cherish and I gave it to him, that's it. This is what he wished for, and the path he decided to walk. It's my duty as his 'parent' to assist him in whenever way I can. Whenever he'll end up regretting this choice of his later on or not is none of my business. And it's not like I'm the only one. Metallicana also did the same for his slayer. I daresay you are probably the only one among us who is too scared to do such thing. After all this power is theirs to begin with, we are simply keeping it in their stead until they are ready to use it."

"You're right, I am scared. Of course I am. But is it so wrong for me to worry? To not want my child, my Wendy, to suffer and get hurt? She's still a child. I want her to enjoy her childhood, and not fight for her life."

"That is just a delusionary thought of a fool. We can't keep watching forever over them. Sooner or later they'll need to walk on their own feet. What will you do when the promised day arrive? When the Dragon King Feast starts she's going to fight and you know it. It is inevitable, and we can't do nothing to stop it. The only thing we can do is prepare them."

"...But still, without mastering the use of Dragon Force first their bodies will-"

"Leave, now!"

"I can feel that our two children will someday meet. I hope that a friendly relationship will be established between them, at least better than the one between us. Farewell my old friend."

White light covered the world of flames, and the two mighty beasts disappeared as their voices faded in the distance.


Near Clover Town, place were the regular meeting among most of Fiore's guild masters took place monthly. In a nearby forest few miles in the sud.

A man stood on the edge of a cliff, his omnious, black armor glowing of red lines in the midst of the dark night. A red fur was pending behind his wide shoulders, and a reptilian tail attached to his back whipping the ground. His face, hidden under a hood, smiled of a feral grin.

One hand holding a cursed spear tinted in a dark red color, the other one a lacrima.

"...Did you take them out?"

"...Tsk, no. They managed to slip away. But don't need to worry. I destroyed their comunication lacrima. And they'll not able to go anywhere anytime soon, not after being wounded by this spear of mine."

"It's unlike you to fail to kill your target. Did you perhaps underestimate them?"

"...Hmph, I didn't think they would pull such a stunt at the last second. Had I known that there was such a troublesome mage among them, I would have finished them sooner."

"Well, at least we finished to deal with Blue Pegasus. Return now, there is no need to waste time to search for those low lives. We still need to prepare for the other three guilds. "


If Hell had a throne room, then that was how it may had looked like.

An empty seat in the middle, made of countless skulls with trails of blood coming out from each of their holes. Many violet flames hovering around and providing the bare minimum light, generated by the tormented souls trapped inside there forever.

Death. That was the only thing left inside the large, void space enclosed by walls filled with nothing but despair. Yet life was present, the place itself was a demonic furnace built to create and house new lives. Such contradiction, as the core of the one who originated the boundary.

There he stood, Zeref the Black Wizard. The immortal mage cursed by the Gods to suffer in eternity on those lands, never dying and forever bringing death.

"So everything went according to the plan?"

"...Not exactly. There were some 'complications', but our main objective is complete. Here, take it."

The other being in the room handed a glowing object to Zeref, its twinkle shiny as a star. It was the Holy Grail.

"As expected from the living weapon created by the Gods, Enkidu. Ops, sorry. I forgot you now go by the name of Kingu."

The black mage then turned around, but chains came out of the ground and bound him.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"...Just want to make sure that you can keep up your part of the deal. You can, can't you?"

"There is no need to worry. I always keep my promises. The plan has already been set in motion, it's just a question of time now. By the time of this year's Grand Magic Games, the ritual of awakening will finally be complete."

"Better for you that is true, or else I'll make you food for my little brothers."

With that the binds vanished, and Kingu walked away as Zeref returned to his own affairs.

"...Just a bit more mother, a little more time and the wait will be over. You'll finally descend on this world once again..."

"One done, six more. After so much time, I can finally see the ending coming closer. Soon master, very soon our dream will become reality."


Author's note:

Here is the first interlude that I promised some time ago. Again a bit late, but that by now is nothing new I guess.

Blazblade: Seems like the preview confused you quite a bit :)

VGBlackwing: Don't worry and glad for the review. For the Tendou Island arc, it will be something really unexpected that diverge greatly from canon.

Shiroyasha Rises: Hope you're now satisfied hehe.

Dxhologram: Gilgamesh is more or less satisfied by the current state of his city and isn't really bothered by the new king, tho he still consider them inferior to him.

Gen2324: None of the two! About your question on dragon slayers, I'll publish a detailed explanation later on so wait for it.

Kensei-1085: Not really. Something changed, but not much. Lisanna is dead tho, and she'll stay so.

Doortolight47: I don't think Gilgamesh likes to be lumped together with the dragon slayers...

1) The first part is a battle. In the manga we never saw how Gildartz managed to escape Acnologia, so I used that at my advantage. Gilgamesh's look and fighting style is that of Prototype, combined with bits of his other two versions. His attitude in battle is that of Proto-Gilgamesh, while outside he acts more like Caster Gilgamesh.

2) We get to see more of the Council's members. Surprised, aren't you?

3) The dialogue between Igneel and Grandine is similar to the one in canon, with in addition some info regarding the dragon slayer's powers.

4) Oh man, guess who is part of Oraciòus Seis? Their last member will remain a secret until halfway through next arc, but do try to guess. And why did I choose to not include Blue Pegasus? Too many character to focus on, so I chipped down a bit the number.

5) Here the answer for those that asked. And who is the mysterious master of Zeref? You'll need to wait for that.

And that's all. My schedule is a bit of a mess right now, but do expect at least a chapter every two weeks. And please leave a review if you liked the chapter. See you next time.