Hello everyone. Welcome to the start of a new adventure. I know it had been a long while since i wrote anything in the Fairy Tail universe and well, blame 100 year Quest for this story as it planted the idea within my mind. While i don't expect this story to go as long as Child of Heaven did it will still be epic lenght...i hope.

I have a lot of things planned for the future of this story but now Enjoy.

Chapter Cover: Eve, facing us with a hand raised as she gave a high five toward another girl with silver hair facing the other way...

CHILD OF THE DRAGON

Chapter One

Atlasia

The young woman was huffing lightly as she was upon her knees, her clothing torn, blood dripping from between her fingers. Her hair fell down around her head as she stayed in that position. Her breaths were coming in short gasps.

"Is that the limit of your resolve?" a powerful voice boomed from above her.

The young woman looked up at the figure that was shadowed by the sun behind it but the figure was massive enough that she can see the two large leathery wings….

"You're still too weak for this power," the powerful voice echoed once more, "You don't have enough resolve yet…"


"Ah…Ma'am…," a voice called from above her.

The young woman was lying down upon the ground of the ship. She was dressed in a traveling cloak, her silver hair falling upon her shoulders from where she was. She couldn't really focus on anything going on around her except the swaying of the ship she was currently on. Just by being on the vessel she feels like she was about to throw up.

And she had to endure this for over an entire month.

I'm going to die…in a pool of vomit…

"Hum…ma'am…," the voice called again.

"A…Are we there yet?"

"We're just entered inside Port," the voice spoke out, "You said you wanted to reach Atlasia yes?"

The silver haired young woman looked up at the voice that was talking to her. It was one of the ship's crewmember, and the man was staring down at her with a concerned look upon his features. The young woman now with her features revealed was on the young side with two blue eyes that were staring up toward the crewmember in front of her. Her skin was dark caramel color and was quite unblemished except for the scar that ran down vertically on her left cheek.

This young woman's name was Aesyr and despite her skin color, she was very visibly green.

"We…we've reached Atlasia?" she asked, her voice shaking.

She felt ship sway again as she raised a hand toward her mouth to stop herself from vomiting.

"We're reached Ebalon port," the man told her, "It's one of the major ports town of Atlasia."

Aesyr nodded at him.

"Gods I hate transportation," she mumbled.

The crewmember laughed a little.

"Man, and here I thought I've seen it all," he said, "You've got the worst case of motion sickness I've seen in years kid…here let me help you. We've been docked for half an hour now."

Aesyr's eyes widened in shock.

"You mean…I could have been off this deathtrap thirty minutes ago?" she said, "Then why didn't you say this earlier?"

"You were pretty much out of it," the man told her as he helped her stand.

The two made their way out of the cabin and into the deck where the salty taste of the sea was quite strong in the air. Some of the crewmembers were wandering about the ship as they were busy working, preparing for the next voyage but what really drew the woman's attention was the city in the front of her.

It was a beautiful port town.

There was a theme of dark red as most of the roofs she could see where in the same color many people were moving on about going on their lives with the sun shining quite brightly above them in the clear summer morning. Aesyr's blue eyes were wide with amazement as she took in the many things, she could see around herself.

Unlike how things were back in Dragnov, this place was so culturally different that she felt a little out of place to be honest.

"Welcome to the Port Town of Ebalon," the man said as they were now standing on solid ground.

Now no longer aboard the swaying ship, Aesyr was staring to feel like herself again. She really was staring to hate having that particular weakness thanks to her magic training she had gone through under her Master.

"There is something that I must know," the man said looking down at her, "If you have just a bad case of motion sickness, why would you even want to take a month-long voyage to this place?"

Aesyr glanced at him.

"Oh…that. Well, I have a promise to keep to someone," she answered.

"Must be some promise for you to endure all of that," the man said shaking his head lightly.

"Of course," she said, "He was my Master after all…anyway, I've got to get going. Thanks for the ride."

With that she was off running away, leaving the man to stare after.

"Kids these days," he said shaking his head.


"I can't believe it, I am finally here," Aesyr said looking around herself in awe as she was taking in the many sights that were in the Port town, "Master's home."

There was a strange nostalgic feeling within her as she continued to walk through the street by herself with her backpack. Her traveling cloak danced behind her as she continued on her way. Having grown up in Fiore all her life, Atlasia was a completely different world altogether for the young woman.

GROWL!

Aesyr suddenly glanced down at her stomach, placing a hand upon it. Oh yeah, she hadn't been able to eat much on the trip given her bad case of motion sickness. She hadn't wanted to puke it back up in the state she had been in.

"Better get something to eat first before starting my quest then," the young woman said, "Wonder if I'm going to find a restaurant around here somewhere?"

Aesyr wandered off toward a random direction, thought she couldn't help but pull out the small object that she was carrying within her clothing back into her hand. She stared at the object for a few moments, looking at the sigil of the Dragon that was upon it.

Master…

Aesyr shook her head, placing the object back within her clothing.

It didn't take her long to find a place to eat and order up some food. The young woman was seating by herself as she continues to scarf down the food that was in front of her. She hadn't eaten that much in a while and having a full belly is always something that was nice for her to have…thought she had no idea as to where she needs to go yet. She doesn't have a map of the place, nor did she even know where she needs to head to.

The place she was in was filled with many other people that were all talking about their days, most of them probably the ordinary people of this part of the land. She pulled the small object again looking at the Dragon upon it before turning it backward looking at the engraving that was there. Since she was given it, Aesyr had memorized the word that was on it's back. She still didn't know if it was a place or not, but given now that she was in the country, she needs to find out.

Standing up, the young woman made her way toward the counter where the bartender was cleaning up the cups that were in front of her.

"Hey, there is something that I wanted to talk to you about," she said.

"Is it about that strange coin you have?" the bartender asked, raising his eyes toward her.

Aesyr blinked.

"You could see that from where I was seating?"

The bartender looked at her, a small amused smile upon his lips.

"Not a lot get pass me," he answered her, "But you had a question to ask me did you not?"

"Does the word Dragmount mean anything to you?"

Surprise appeared upon the man's face at that. Aesyr didn't see what was so surprising about it.

"Dragmount?" the man said, "Well it is quite a way from here, it is in Minotaur territory right now. You won't really get many people around here to talk about Dragmount…not since it fell some odd five years ago."

"It fell?"

The man set the glass he was cleaning down upon the table and stared at her for a few moments, almost as if he was searching something upon her face. Then, his expression seems to clear.

"You're not from around here, are you?" he said almost as if he was whispering it to himself, "At least it makes sense that you don't know about it. It is quite a sad tale really. Once a place of power here in Atlasia, now it is nothing more a shadow of it's former self. The Minotaur had already taken it over thought I heard there are still some pocket of resistance here and there about it."

Aesyr frowned to herself.

"Is that so?"

About half of the things he just said doesn't make much sense to me…but from what I can understand, it was place of power that fell off the map and some of it's people are still fighting against that "Minotaur" whatever that is…probably a guild or something.

"How do I get there?" she asked.

The bartender blinked.

"You still want to go there despite everything I just told you?" he said surprised.

"Half of the things you just said doesn't make much sense to me," Aesyr said, "The other half…well, I don't really care about it so just tell me on how to get there?"

The bartender let out a small sigh.

"Well, it's not like I can stop you from going," he said, "But at least you were warned. If something happens to you on the way there, well you will have yourself to blame for that."

"I've gotten into worse scrap than that and pulled out just fine," Aesyr answered.

"Whatever you say…well, at the end of town there is a carriage that will take you to a place called Green Mount from there, you'll probably be able to see Dragmount from there but don't expect it to be a pretty sight…"

Aesyr's face was devoid of emotion as she stared at him.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said.

With that the young woman turned away from him and walked out of the bar. Aesyr was feeling bummed out at having to ride inside a vehicle again. Having motion sickness just take the fun out of everything and turned everything on wheels into a deathtrap.

I wonder how long it will take for me to get there on foot?

Her Master never once spoke of another home other than Dragnov. She had never realized that he even had a different home before. When the war with the other Dragons started to get worse over the following years, Belserion had reached out to other allies he knew and then that was around when she first met her Master too and started to train with him.

Thought…I guess anyone would want to return home at some point…

Aesyr turned down an alleyway, moving away from the crowd of people, and just as she had expected the scent that had been following after her, started to follow her as well and then she came to a stop, hearing the footsteps approaching. Leaning against the wall, she allows the one who was following her to reach her and then the person stepped from across the hallway.

"Hey," she greeted.

The figure jumped backward, away from her, their hand instantly going for the sword that was at their waist but Aesyr simply stayed where she was, looking at him.

"Who are you and why are you following me?"

The figure stayed still, probably surprised at being caught.

"How did you…?"

"I'm a perceptive girl," Aesyr answered simply.

A silence settled between the two as they stared at each other. The man, noticing that she wasn't moving to attack eased in his stance raising both of his hand toward the hood that shadowed his face and he pulled it back revealing his features. He had a hardened look upon his face, spiky blond hair falling on either side of his face like bangs and dark eyes. In Aesyr's eyes, he looked like a warrior.

"That coin you had back there?" he asked, "Where did you get it?"

"Why do you care?" Aesyr asked, "It had nothing to do with you."

"Well you're the one that come into my lands and start asking about a place that should have no interest to an outsider," the man spoke out.

Aesyr narrowed her eyes.

"Listen here," she spat, "I don't need you hounding me about this. I have something I actually need to do, then I'll be going."

She turned away from him. He caught her arm.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled.

Alright, he is asking for it, she thought.

She launched her other fist forward, slamming it straight into his gut, taking him by surprise. He let out a grunt of pain, letting go of her arm as she glared at him.

"Touch me like that again, and I'll do worst to you," she growled at him.

The man glared at her and with a lightning like reflex, his sword was out. The steel, flashed in the sun aiming straight for her but with her superior hearing, Aesyr was able to avoid the attack by jumping away from him, thought he did manage to cut through her cloak.

He is fast, Aesyr though, narrowing her gaze yet again.

The young man's sword then started to glow with magic.

"Sword Magic, Pentagram Force,"

Aesyr's eyes widened in surprise before the area exploded as she was blown backward from where she had been standing. The young woman let out a gasp of pain as she crashed through a couple of houses but otherwise, she didn't get too badly hurt…except for some scrap and bruises that will heal in a day or two.

And he is a wizard to add to it, she thought, That type of magic…its not dissimilar to how things are in Fiore…thought, for him to be able to cast a spell that powerful in such a short range…he's gotten some skills…

She glanced up finding the young man walking toward her, his sword still glowing with same magic power from earlier.

"I must admit, I am surprised you will unleash such a blast in the middle of town," she said, "You could have gotten some civilians caught in it."

The young man tilted his head lightly at her words.

"You really are an outsider," he said, "You can only notice things that are on the surface like all outsiders. You were probably mesmerized by the sights as any outsider, never realizing that you've just stepped in the belly of the beast."

"Is that so?"

"That bartender you spoke to," the man continued, "He is an informant for Minotaur and since he knows about your coin, it won't be long before someone come sniffing around where they shouldn't. Now I don't know why you have that coin but killing you here will protect my people from the Minotaur."

"Sorry," Aesyr spoke out, her voice still, "But I won't be dying just yet…I have a promise have to accomplish for someone very dear to me."

"Then you're going to have to accomplish it from beyond the grave," the man said.

He charged at her with amazing speed, his sword slicing through the air but Aesyr dodged the attack, having heard it coming the moment the man moved. While she was still low, the young woman tightened her hand into a fist rising it straight up toward her opponent's face.

Her fist connected and the young man was thrown back spinning upon himself before he landed down upon the ground in a crouch. Aesyr launched forward, her leg already up as it came down toward him in a heel attack but he blocked it with his forearm causing a shockwave from the connection.

The young man grits his teeth at her and Aesyr narrowed her eye sat him as she flipped backward, landing a few yards away from him in a crouch. The two met eyes across the distance before they both charged at each other.

"Sword Might," the young man yelled, as the glowing glade came at her.

Aesyr dodged the attack by jumping to the side to avoid it as the blast of magic destroyed the ground the area, she was in a few seconds ago. Using the wall as a stepping stone, she flew forward aiming straight toward him with a knee, hitting the man straight in the face causing him to grunt and wince from the attack.

He stepped to the side a few steps, staggered from the attack.

"I don't know what you got against me," Aesyr spoke out as she landed down on the ground in a crouch, her fist glowing with magic, "But I'm not going to let you stop me from getting where I need to go."

She launched it forward just as the guy, raised his sword once more which glowed with magic power.

The two-power clashed against each other causing shockwave again as the two fighters were separated once more. Aesyr frowned to herself as she looked at the young man across her. His clothing had ripped in some places revealing a dark leather armor he was wearing underneath the cloak he had on, his blond hair falling around his face as he stared at her. There was surprise within his dark gaze.

"You're strong," he said, "I must admit, not many can go head-to-head against me in battle."

"You're pretty strong yourself," she said, "If we were in my home country, you'd be at the level of a Captain of Dragnov's Army."

Then she blinked in surprise, her ears picking up someone else approaching.

"Someone's coming," she said.

The young man seems surprised again at her words.

"And here I was wondering who was making all that noise," a voice called out.

A guy was there with a small smirk upon his face as he looked at the two of them. He was wearing green clothing and baggy black pants. His hair was in afro thought it had a headband upon his forehead. The man had a smirk upon his face as he was staring down at the two of them.

"You…," the young man said narrowing his eyes.

The afro guy seems surprised for a moment before a large grin appeared upon his face.

"Well, well," he grinned, "If it isn't the DragonKnight himself, Minotaur has been looking for you, Shinji."


A three way stand-off...

Next Time: The Conflict of Atlasia

Jacques0 out.

R&R