Groaning he slowly came to he could feel the cool touch of a healer on the back of his neck as he gently moved.

"Hey Terra," Sherria smiled as she knelt down in front of him. "Try not to move Wendy is finishing up right now," the healer smiled as she wobbly stood her balance off as her protruding midsection set her off balance.

"That was a stupid thing you did," Wendy said firmly as she continued her work.

"What?" The young man asked as he sighed in relief as the stinging sensation left his skin.

"Using Storm like that," Wendy growled as she placed her hand on the back of his neck.

"Hey we were fighting, I though all was far in love and war," he defended himself as he tried to look at the dragon slayer but was stopped by her grip on his neck.

"Yeah and Layla's plan was to hold back and let you tie. But then you went and brought her mate into this and she couldn't let that slide," Wendy hissed as she continued her work.

Hell, the only reason she was here was because Layla asked her to. The dragonesse had approached her as soon as she left the arena asking that she do what she could but not all that she could.

"What she felt sorry for me?" Terra cried out in anger as he tried to sit up forcing Wendy to push down on him hard as the young man hissed in pain at the pressure on his tender wound.

"No, she thought you deserved the title as much as her. But you know what she is, and she flattened you in five minutes once you played dirty," Sherria yelled at him.

She'd been like a second mother to him and had helped him adjust to guild life and when his dad was gone for work and his mother running off to her family's cottage again she was the one who took care of him. And her anger at him shocked him, never once had she ever raised her voice at him.

"I'm done. You have a nasty scar but you're healed." Wendy sighed as she moved to wash her hands as Terra jolted at the idea of a scar.

He'd been proud of the fact that unlike his father he had reached s-class without getting a single scar on him. Cursing he moved towards the mirror and he could see it from the front. Three jagged and red lines on one side and a single one on the other. Turing around and using a second mirror he gasped at the sight. The skin on his neck was red, but more than that is was tight, and had almost ripple like texture to it over the scaled pattern that now adorned his flesh. It ran the entire length of his neck ending at his shoulders and in a single line that cut straight up into his hair.

"What the hell!" Terra shouted as he turned to look at the two healers.

"Be lucky she didn't mark the front of your face, that's what a kulk deserves," Wendy hissed in anger and disgust as she left. She was asked to heal, not remove the scar. Not that she would have anyway. Lucky as the mark was made by dragon magic only another dragon could remove it, and none would ever dare too.

"Sherria is there something you can do?" The younger man pled.

"No, even if I wasn't pregnant. Terra take this as a lesson playing dirty is no way to win," Sherria hissed as she stormed out. She was furious with him, and now that she knew he was healed she didn't want to even look at him at the moment.

"Wait," Terra called out as he ran out of the infirmary stopping as he saw his father standing in the hallway. "Dad is there anything you can do?" he begged as he felt his father turn his head and gaze down at the angry red flesh.

"You're lucky to be alive. And the fact you're not in more trouble is because she knew it was an illusion the whole time," Jura said firmly as he let go of his son's head.

"Dad!" Terra exclaimed in shock. His father was always on his side.

"I warned you nearly a hundred times over this week. And even once just before you entered the area. Leave Storm out of it," Jura said evenly as a looked down at his son in disappointment. "But you ignored every warning. You're just lucky she's not crying treason!"

"So, she just gets away with it. First destroying property of the magic council, then murder, and now disfigurement," Terra growled in rage as his father's gaze sharped.

"God Serena was a traitor! Had he survived the day he would have been hung for his crimes. The property was Dragon Lacrima! They belonged to the dragon high council, not the magic council, and they agreed they were to be destroyed anyway. And according to old dragon law a Kulk! Is branded for life. That is was you are son. A person who uses a mate against their dragon. Not even Draco can break that law!" Jura yelled as the ground below him shook.

"Dad…" Terra began but was stopped as is father shouted again.

"No! you know Laxus warned me that you were getting a little too arrogant for your own good. And even Mira commented that you reminded her of Laxus just before he had been excommunicated from his guild. I didn't take their warning into account, I thought you understood that your power does not make you better than everyone else, so here is what's going to happen. You will apologize not only to Layla and Storm but to the entire Draconic people. Then you will be spending the next six months working for Jellal, no pay and it won't be office work either they need help in a few of the prisons which you will work in. After that is done you will have to wait another three years before you will accept the chance to become Titan class, and during that time you will be teaching the new recruits for Lamia scale, not running around doing what even you please," Jura ordered as his son's face filled with shock.

"I'm twenty-five years old you can't do this to me!" Terra shouted.

"As your guild master and father, yes I can. If you refuse not only will you be excommunicated from the guild I will make sure you can't join another ever again!" Jura shouted as he glared at his son before walking away, hoping that his son would take the life line he was offering.

Growling in annoyance the figure flinched. He could smell it. He'd been asleep for so long; not even sure how much time had passed. But the scent was there. It carried on the winds, the scent of the one who could actually challenge him. Their magic was nearly ready and he purred at the thought of finally having a worthy opponent since his father refused to fight him no matter what he did to goat him into it.

But he was still tired, so closing his eyes he fell asleep once again hoping that when he awoke that his sibling would be ready.