Chapter 1 - A Fateful Meeting
A large dark shape flew swiftly and unseen through the night skies above Britain. Pure white eyes watching every detail below it with unparalleled clarity, ears listening to every sound around it. It had been many years since Acnologia first arrived in this world. After his defeat at the hands of Natsu, son of Fire Dragon King Igneel, Acnologia had thought it was finally his time to die. However, as he felt his body begin to disintegrate from Natsu's final attack, he felt a tug on his magic and felt as if his body was being pulled through a tiny tube before blacking out. When he came too, Acnologia found himself in a mountain cave overlooking a beautiful mountain range extending as far as his enhanced draconic eye-sight could see. Noticing that he had been returned to his draconic state Acnolgia attempted to transform into original human form but found that he could not. In an attempt to discern why he could not change back into a human, Acnologia closed his eyes and delved into a meditative trance. Digging deep into his magical core and soul, Acnologia discovered something strange. Usually, when a dragon slayer is created, his draconic teacher imbues him with both his magical essence and blood, essentially turning the dragon slayer into a half-dragon half-human hybrid. But when Acnologia went to check his soul and core, he found no trace of human essence, effectively making him a full-blown bonafide dragon and not just a dragon slayer in dragon form. Understandably shocked and confused, Acnologia snapped out of his meditative trance and began to contemplate how this could have occurred. Unable to come up with an explanation, Acnologia decided to get his bearings and learn of his new surroundings.
Taking to the skies, Acnologia flew around for several weeks. Over his journey, he discovered that the place he initially found himself in was called the Scottish Highlands in the year 1750, which was part of a nation called the United Kingdoms, an island nation slightly larger than the kingdom of Fiore. He discovered the U.K. was located on a major continent called Europe, one of seven such continents filled with many different biomes. He also found that unlike in Fiore, the magical population did not mix with the mundane community. It wasn't that there were fewer wizards, but due to witch hunts and the persecution of magic in general, the magical population of this world, which he learned was called earth, had retreated into barriers and wards that hid them from and repelled the mundane community. He noticed that there existed much bigotry between races and species in both the mundane and magical world. The behavior of human wizards and witches in this world disgusted him. During his final battle with the Son of Igneel, Acnolgia came to the realization that all people are equal and achieve the greatest strength when they work together in bonds of friendship and family. However, these humans treated other intelligent magical species as beneath them, classifying them as beasts with no rights to be bought and sold.
Over the years, Acnologia's disgust with the wizarding population of Earth decreased as more and more wizarding governments like the American and French ministries began to pass laws for equal rights amongst all magical races; however, some governments like the British Ministry of Magic continued to refuse to change for more progressive legislation instead holding tighter to their pureblood fanaticism. Acnologia watched as dark lords rose and fell in the wizarding world and as multiple wars occurred in both the magical and mundane worlds, never interfering, not knowing how the people of this world would react to the presence of a true dragon and not one of those wyverns that were call dragons. The isolation that Acnologia once enjoyed he now found to be incredibly lacking. He found himself to be increasingly lonely, a feeling that the black dragon was not used to, nor did he enjoy.
Hearing an infant's cry from below, Acnologia snapped out of his reverie and found himself flying above Surrey, England. Strangely feeling drawn to this cry, Acnologia began to circle where he had been flying in an attempt to find the source. Honing in on the cries source saw Acnologia descending on the town of Little Whining on the street called Private Drive. Quickly casting a spell to ensure no one awoke and noticed him, Acnologia landed with a surprising lack of noise, considering his immense size. Quietly moving down the street, taking extra care not to step on anything or accidentally destroy something with his tail Acnologia found himself in front of the fourth house on Private Drive. The house he noticed was immaculately well kept as if the owners were attempting to impress someone. The hedges were trimmed, the grass cut, and the windows cleaned. Looking down, Acnologia found the infant responsible for the cries. The Infant had black hair with the sharpest green eyes, which shined with power, Acnologia had ever seen. His most notable feature was an angry red lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead right above his right eye. Curious, Acnologia turned on his magic sense and reared back in shock, almost destroying the houses behind him before catching himself. The child emitted more magic than a high-level wizard saint, and he was only an infant. Before he could think further on this, Acnologia noticed something that angered him greatly. There were wards around the house, that while they would protect the infant from external threats, they would draw upon his magical core and stress his mind, stunting both in the process. The wards would also cause the current inhabitants of the house to abuse the infant. Aside from the protection wards, Acnologia also noticed that the infant had several monitoring and tracking charms on him and what appeared to be an extra soul, or rather a fragment of one, of a rather dark nature hidden in his scar.
The Acnologia that once terrorized Earthland and cared for nothing save power would have just eaten the small child before turning the entire area into nothing more than a smoking crater; however, the Acnologia that stood before the child today could feel nothing but pity for the child and anger at the one who would dare abuse it. Lowering his head so that he might have a better look at the infant, Acnologia was further surprised when, instead of crying out in fear of the mighty dragon, the infant smiled and started making grabbing motions with his hands while giggling in that adorable way that only babies can. This child holds so much potential. He could do great things with the proper guidance, perhaps even bring about the change Britain so requires. But he will never be able to achieve his potential if left in the care of those who would do him harm. Acnologia thought to himself. Acnologia hummed to himself, unsure of what his next move should be. He knew that the child could not remain where it was, but at the same time, due to his reclusive nature over the past couple of centuries, he did not know who he could send the child too. I could raise the child as my own. Just like Igneel, Grandine, and Metalicana raised children. Before he could follow this line of thought any further, the child reached for him once again while looking like he was about to cry. His decision made, Acnologia removed the protection wards from the infant and tied them to a nearby rock, and moved the tracking charms to another child who was currently inside the house. With this done, Acnologia ensured that the person who placed the wards and charms would not realize the child was missing before it was too late if they ever did. The extra soul he decided he would deal with in a more secure environment.
Reaching out to take the child with one of his front claws, Acnologia noticed a letter half-hazardly tucked into the baby blue blanket that the child was wrapped in. Securing the letter, Acnologia gently picks up the infant and takes off, heading back to his home cave.