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Chapter 6: The Calm

The First Men invaded the Western continent first, then the Andals and following them the Rhoynar who did not arrive with violence but with a marriage to the Dornish. And in the end, the three were claimed by the Scion of Valyria as his own and as time moves, new cultures arises from the ashes of old with the majority of them laying claim to Westeros at one time or the other but not this one as it intended to keep their Kingdom where it was.

The Freemen or as they would like to modernize it, the Fireborns, a name befitting for the people who have risen out of the ashes of their life of servitude and fear. Theirs was a culture unlike the any other. It wasn't made from following a God, or the power and fear of an army or their strength, they were free and what they have which the others don't; freedom. It was a tribute to the man who the people saw as the one who melted their shackles and burner their cages, provided for them and gave a purpose in their life.

Natsu had half his body thrown over the ship's starboard. His face was green and mucus and saliva dripped at each sway the ship made. He raised his body and asked. "How much longeerrrrgah..." And once again he was down. It had already been half a month and yet they were a week late due to bad weather. At one point during a nasty wave, the Dragon Slayer was thrown overboard causing the crew to panic but was shocked further, when they saw that their 'King' was enjoying the water and simply zoomed past them in a jet like manner with fire sprouting underneath his feet. Two days later, they found him incapacitated on a wooden board he accidentally bumped into during a feast on the sea life. Nevermind that as he was pulled into the ship once again even after begging to be thrown into the water.

"Your Grace I beg you to restrain yourself just a bit more. We are almost there." Ba'lak tried to reassure the sick man. But the men and girl abroad have come to wonder, how he was able to go with out food or sleep for weeks in this condition.

"...kill me..." Natsu cried. The journey would have been over by now, if the Dragon Slayer hadn't swam away but what's done is done and they have to wait.

In the meantime, the advisor and the Master of Coins could contemplate on other things, such as Volantis trying to get into his home city and the upcoming meeting with the Iron Bank. He sat there on a barrel next to the Dragon Slayer and saw the translator walking towards him. "Greetings Lady Brenoris." He smiled and got up to give a bow which the girl returned.

"Lord Ba'lak, I would like to learn more about this bank we are going."

"Very well, it is always good to be well informed about things, especially when you are trying to learn more and more languages to help our King." He gave a sympathetic glance to the man. "The Iron Bank is the richest and most powerful, they are true and trustworthy and has a strictly disciplined system, all in the control of the Keyholders..."

The ship slowly entered the lagoon through the pass between the Titan's legs. Some of the crew and other passengers including Brenoris looked at the huge fortress in awe. They heard the Titans roar from afar and knew the next one would be in the evening. The air was warm and filled with the stench of fish and salt water. The ship used it's oars to slowly dock and the crew quickly tied it to the pole. Two of the sailors lifted the King and carried him down the plank and carefully placed him on the ground.

"Oh yea! Fuck you ship! I ain't sailin' ever again!" He flipped his fingers on both hands at the vessel before turning around to see a small number of soldiers standing there. "Uh, hi?" They were armored but their leader wasn't.

The Commander of the guards walked towards them. "I am the First Sword of Braavos, Cyrus Valenton. Identify yourself please." He was a short man, well, Natsu's height minus two inches. But hey, the Dragon Slayer didn't measure the amount, just whether he is above him or not.

"Wow, he's soo short." Natsu whispered to Ba'lak. The thought was clearly heard by the man in front of him who wasn't at all pleased by the sentiment and allowed it to be shown on his face.

The First Sword cleared his throat. "I repeat my question, who are you and what is your purpose here?" He mustered his utmost politeness as he spoke.

"Did he just say he's a sword?!" Natsu exclaimed in his whisper to which the councilman smiled embarrassingly at the steaming guard of Braavos.

Ignoring the Dragon Slayer, Ba'lak stepped forward and gave a bow. "Greetings, I am Ba'lak, my Lord. I know it is uncustomary to address a Braavosi as a Lord but please mark it as our respect to you." Cyrus gave a state before nodding.

"And who have you brought with you today on an unmarked ship, Lord Ba'lak?" He waited for the Ifeqevron man to reveal his companions.

"This is Natsu..."

The Dragon Slayer sat on the bench in front of the three throne styled chaired on which the three Keyholders of the Iron Bank sat. His weapons (or decorations) as he has never used the Arakh and dagger in any of his battles were relieved from them by the First Sword of Braavos. Now he sat there so that Brenoris could finish talking about the titles he has been made to wear to the three rich guys in front of him who by the way was looking at him skeptically.

"...of House Dragneel, the First of his Name, the Slayer of Dragons, the Lord of the Fire Nation, King and Khal to the Freemen, the Dothrakis and the First of the Fireborns." The girl said without faltering under the powerful individuals who stared at her.

There was a moment of silence before the man on the right spoke. "I suppose you want us to believe that you are the Fire Demon who has conquered half of this continent. Pardon our skepticism, but this...boy..." He gave a glance towards the Dragon Slayer who was picking his nose publically. "...is a Slayer of Dragons? Because as far as the known World knows, the only three Dragons left are with the Targaryen's who are across the sea, far from us. And Valyria has already perished a century ago." Natsu remained oblivious to the words coming out of the Bank representative's mouth.

The middle one cleared his throat and a humorous grin came over his face that he tried to hide. "But we certainly applaud your capacity to accommodate humiliation, especially that of the boy's. Who in their right mind will paint their hair pink?" The three laughed and in that distracted moment, they failed to see the sudden stiffening of the pinkette.

Braavos was a city that leaned more towards the colder side. But some rare days like these had the sky pink and blue and the air sharp and salty. But what the occupants of Braavos in the room didn't account for was the sudden spike in the temperature. They noticed the people who came with the supposed King step back several feet away from him. And then they noticed the boy himself had steam rise from his body and his eyes closed. Their heavy robes meant to protect against the cold was now acting against them. Sweat poured down their faces and bodies and their lungs burned slightly when the oxygen heated.

Then they saw him open his eyes. They were molten gold and had no pupils. "Salmon." The voice had an echo with it.

Their eyes fell on the stone bench the man...or whatever he was sat. It was melting. "P-pardon?" One of them asked shakily.

In a split second the Dragon Slayer was up and slammed his open palm on the massive stone desk as he shouted what would be the most stupidest yet most scariest words the Head Key holders of the Iron Bank would ever hear. "My hair is salmon! Not pink!" Natsu's words shook the hall and made the three men to try and sink into their seats.

They stayed still not wanting to anger the monster who had them in a sphere of fire that even the guards were unable to save them from as their weapons upon touching the flames melted. But their silence only made him angrier. "Well?" He craned over to the point his face was looking straight down on to the desk. All the while a golden flame started to cover his body.

Time was running out as they were not only surrounded by fire, but one has started inside the sphere too. "...! P-pardon?" The middle one squeaked.

"My hair, it's salmon, right?" He asked, his double voice shook their halls.

There was another pause. This time they were more confused. This man had fire burning around him and he was asking whether they can see his hair colour? "Y-yess! Indeed! It's salmon!" The man who taunted his hair colour first agreed in a stuttering way. And to their shock, those words calmed the monster.

"See! I told you it's Salmon!" The demon turned back into the boy and cheerfully grinned and sat down. The guards who stood around them dropped their weapons and ran away, whether to inform the First Sword and to bring back more soldiers or simply fleeing for their lives was unclear.

The three members of the Iron Bank were ready to faint at any moment from the amount of fear and the sudden loss of water from their body. The watched as the girl and elderly walked towards them with nervous looks.

"We are extremely sorry, but his Grace has a problem with those who can't correctly point out his hair colour." Brenoris chuckled nervously.

"T-that is alright. Let us proceed-" The middle one spoke but was cut off by Ba'lak.

"My Lord, please don't feel like you are being bullied into this. We are not asking for you to finance wars, we are planning on establishing productive things in the kingdom. As you know we suffered too much from Slavery and attacks. We are only asking for a chance to let us work to keep our freedom." He spoke with his head bowed.

The three robed men spared a slight glance down on the stone table that had a deep handprint on the end near the Dragon Slayer and a crack that extended to their end. "Yea. I don't wanna make a big castle or anything. Just want what's good for these guys." Natsu grumbled.

"Halt!" A shout came from the door as soldiers lead by the First Sword rushed in with their weapons. "You are all under arrest for attacking the Iron Bank by the power vested on me by the Sealord!" He held his fencing sword to Natsu's neck.

The Dragon Slayer, who was still seated on the partially melted stone bench looked up at the man holding the blade at him. "That's a really weird sword you got their man..." And he raised his hand and touched it's too with his index finger and pushed against it. In all other cases, it should have wounded the person, but here, the steel glowed red, reaching all the way to the hilt and made Cyrus drop his weapon.

The members of the bank quickly stood up. "First Sword of Braavos Cyrus Valenton, it is alright, we just had a misunderstanding among ourselves."

The others nodded and spoke. "Yes. There is no need to escalate the situation any further. King Natsu Dragneel is now an honoured guest and a very valuable customer to the Iron Bank." Cyrus looked at the three before giving the Dragon Slayer s quick now and picked up his sword and left with his men.

"Please be seated, all of you." The middle one said, motioning to the bench next to Natsu. Ba'lak and Brenoris immediately sat down with a bow. "You must understand, your Grace." He spoke, looking towards the Dragon Slayer who gave a pointer to his advisor. "Right." The Key holder nodded and looked at Ba'lak. "That we have no prior history of financial link with this new Kingdom of yours. And we have our reservation on the Dothrakis who are present in every port and city you have."

The Ifeqevron man nodded. "I understand your concern, but they will not go against his Grace's will. They have sworn their lives to the Fire Lord after they cut of their braids. While I won't claim they are model citizens, they do as they are told and can maintain a minimum level of civility."

"What about attacks from slavers and other Dothraki hordes?" The next one asked.

"His Grace has already made a deep and wide trench that is being filled by water from a nearby river. It protects and gives us a strategic advantage against Dothrakis. The only area they can frolic are Vaes Dothrak and what is left of the Grass Sea south from there." Ba'lak informed. "And for the slavers, we have eyes everywhere to see the signs of corruption and internal attacks."

"And I suppose the Ifeqevrons are involved with the Fire Nation too?" The main one asked.

"We have bent the knee to his Grace as he is the prophesied one." He replied with a nod.

They watched the three members turn to each other and whisper softly. "They are asking what we have in return for a security." Natsu spoke out loud. This caused the three to gain another shocked expression. "Dragon ears." Natsu shrugged and walked towards the window.

At this point, they weren't bothered by the eavesdropping either. "Yes, we are concerned about that, of course we could just sign a contract of promise-" The middle one said cautiously.

"We have thought of that and we have come here with a proposal. Volantis has become an aggressor to you and your allies. His Grace can offer you protection in the event of an invasion." Ba'lak's proposal was weighed for a moment.

"We have the Sealord and his guards." The Key holder spoke.

"His Grace's Khalasar is Eighty Thousand Strong. Over that we have thousands of Unsullied and other skilled infantry men who have pledged themselves to his Grace and is in the process of raising a disciplined army to protect and serve the people. I can safely say, with an Ally like him, there won't be another attack from any of your neighbours for a long time." Ba'lak carefully worded his sentence inorder to avoid call the Braavosies weak.

There was another whispered discussion the three knew could be heard by the Dragon Slayer who was staring out the window. After what seemed like a minute, the three stood up. "We agree." They looked at the Dragon Slayer who didn't give any response.

After a few moments had passed, Brenoris called. "Milord?" She walked towards him and called once again, this time, louder before going to his side and gaining a startled look. She looked at Ba'lak with a nervous face. "He has fallen asleep."

It was decided that the Dragon King be left to sleep as the paperwork would only irritate him further. Time flew as agreements were written and dismantled till they arrived at one which they both agreed to make as a contract.

With all of his Kingly duties done, Natsu was free to roam around the city. Of course his two companions accompanied him to keep his shenanigans under check, a task they were finding very hard to accomplish as he keeps on disappearing into the crowd to play Ninja.

"Your Grace please. We cannot keep up with you if you go this fast!" Ba'lak said while trying to catch his breath.

"Come on man, look at Berny! She's doing fine, right?" The girl in question leaned on the stone wall while breathing hard. An old woman walked in a straight line towards the Dragon Slayer who was busy ranting. "You two are so lazy that you-" He felt someone grab his scarf and lift it from behind and put something cool against his throat and slide it across his Adam's apple. The old woman, no longer hunched, quickly withdrew her dagger and turned to runaway but something akin to a iron shackle had her forearm in a grip. Her eyes slowly rested on the should be dead man's; they weren't happy. "Did you try to steal my scarf you old bat-wait a sec, you ain't a gal! You a cross-dressing freak!" The Faceless Man didn't know what to do. He was certain his daggers sharp end met the man's throat, and as an added measure he had poison on them too that would dissolve human flesh just on contact.

But here he was, rambling and insulting him on being in relation with some other person. "...and she was throwing this crystal balls that kept on coming..." The assassin tried to dislodge his hand from the man's grip which the latter didn't seem to notice and just when he was sure the rambling won't stop. "...and she just turned out to be Gray's oh what am I doing, I should probably send you flying!" With that he was pulled into a spin and released into the air. A scream was the only thing left of him before a splash in the lagoon was heard. Natsu's turned to look at the crowd and his two companions who were all gaping or horrified. "What?"

The three once again moved through the city. They reached the outer market area where a small crowd gathered around some interesting event. "Outtta'ma way!" Natsu squeezed through the crowd to reach the front to see what caught everyone's interest and he was amazed. Two men were fighting...or dancing or...dance fighting? He wasn't sure but it was awesome in his eyes. "What are they doing with those pointy long steel swordy thingys?" He asked in an excited whisper to the person next to him.

The two combatants were of equal heights, similar to Natsu's. One was a dark curly haired one with a clean olive face while the other had short brown hair and a bit of moustache on either sides above his lips. They both had their free hand behind and moved with grace Natsu only saw seasoned fighters do so.

"They are Water Dancing. That there is the son of Van Lanten, Var Lanten." The man enthusiastically answered without turning away from the fight.

"Ohhhh..." Natsu gaped for a while. "Who's that?" The skillful display of sword fighting stopped making almost everyone to show their disappointment in a series of 'Ahs' and 'Os'. Except three. The two swordsmen and the man to who Natsu spoke, they were looking at him. The brunette swordsman had a look of amusement while the curly haired one had a look of annoyance and the bystander next to him was just standing there shocked.

"I challenge you to a duel pink man." In a small fraction of a second, the pointy tip was on the Dragon Slayer's chin.

"Now wait here buddy, what's got into your pants-" Natsu tried to dislodge from the challenge the Water Dancer issued, but then something clicked. "Did you just call me pink man?" His eyes narrowed and the Braavosie gave a smirk in response. "Oh you are going down!" Natsu dropped into a battle stance.

"Draw out your weapon pink man." Car Lanten commanded.

This made the Dragon Slayer confused. "Uh why?"

"To duel of course!" The Water Dancer spoke in annoyance.

"But I don't use weapons." Natsu blinked as he revealed what seemed to be the most obvious thing...to him atleast.

Var Lanten let out a frustrated growl and nearly yelled. "It's not honourable of any Braavosie to fight an unarmed man."

Natsu shrugged. "Look buddy, I don't use weapons because that's not my thing. Aaand I don't know how to use them either." He said with a blank face.

The Water Dancer was quiet for a moment before he started to laugh. "Ha! I knew you were a coward. You chose to avoid a confrontation by lying of not being able to wield your own weapon. Then tell me pink man, why do you have it?"

"Meh mainly to cut off grass or just to lean on when I sit and cut it out with my hair! It's salmon." Natsu said, his voice echoing annoyance from the insult he was undergoing.

"You are a lying coward, pink man." He induced the Dragon Slayer further and it worked.

"That's it! You want to fight with swords? Fine by me!" He stepped forward before reaching the Arakh. "Ok...here goes..." He drew the weapon with uncertainty still in his voice and held it up like how a Egyptian statue of Set holds the sickle. The Braavosie, much like before danced around him with his sword helld towards him. "Are we going to just keep on circling?" He asked curiously and just then the man struck. Natsu blocked the strike easily but his utter cluelessness in a sword fight made him an easy prey for the feint and allowed the man to strike him again.

As the fighting or whatever pitiful display of duelling(from Natsu's part) was being done, the duo of the Fireborn vassals of the Fire King came to the front. Ba'lak politely asked the bystander. "Pardon me, but who exactly is the young Braavos man?"

The bystander looked at the strangely clothed man and gave a once over before speaking. "He is one of the greatest swords of Braavos."

"Also the easiest to fall for ego..." Brenoris haughtily said with little to no impress at the man striking a poorly skilled Natsu who was trying to find the right amount of power and speed to not kill the Braavosie but win the fight.

The bystander, an obvious patriot gave a cryptical look and asked. "Oh really? This foolish boy can defeat the First Sword candidate?" He asked in a taunt.

Brenoris opened her mouth to retort but someone beat her to it. "That boy, is the King of the largest Kingdom in our continent. He has defeated several Dothraki leaders and demolished Slavers fleet without even losing a sweat. Moreover, he has disarmed me without even drawing his weapon." The man's eyes shifted to the First Sword of Braavos who looked at the fight with utmost interest.

"Cyrus Valenton, you were defeated? But that man doesn't have any skill!" The swordsman who was sparring earlier with Var spoke in shock.

"He doesn't. A pumpkin has more skill in sword fight than him." Cyrus agreed with a straight face. "But look closely. He's finding weakness in Var Lanten's style even though he does not know Water Dancing or basic sword fight himself." Cyrus revealed his observation.

Back in the fight, Natsu was chanting something. "Left, Left, Left, Right, Stop, Left, Left, Stop, swing, left, duck, swing..." He held the Arakh like a baseball bat, which boosted the Water Dancer's confidence more and made him not realise what the Dragon Slayer was doing.

"Is that some form of an idiot's prayer? Because I can-!" On his next swing, the Dragon Slayer brought down his Arakh on to the blade unceremoniously. A clang sound was heard twice. One, the weapons meeting and two the fencing sword falling down and screeching away.

Var Lanten's face remained shock as his first defeat from a duel came. "How?!"

"Ha! You were too obvious!" Natsu boasted trying and spun his weapon...or tried as it tripped of his hand and he was juggling it to prevent it from falling to the ground.

Cyrus stepped forward, drawing the attention of the swordsman. "He is right Var Lanten. You were too obvious, and if he were skilled in the slightest-" He was cut off by a still struggling Natsu who the Arakh has yet to give it's handle to.

"Hey who you calling-ah ha! Caught you!" Natsu rejoiced and hooked it back to his hip.

"He would have defeated you before you could even swing your sword. And you were too busy trying to humiliate him, you forgot to notice him taking advantage of your pattern so openly." The First Sword revealed.

"So the Pink-, he was telling the truth all along, that he didn't know swordfight." Var Lanten hung his head in shame. "I have brought shame to you Master Cyrus, by inducing an innocent and getting defeated by him."

Cyrus shook his head. "Do not think little of your skill, if he didn't have the strength beyond that of a human, he would have already lost the sword from his grip. His inhuman speed and strength was the only reason he remain victorious."

Natsu, who has calmed down from his victory agreed. "Yea, the shorty is right. Don't beat'cha self up man, if I was not strong or fast, all trained and earned btw, I would have had been a goner." He then looked around, the crowd was still present, unable to take in what was happening. "Yea...we better get going, they givin' the heebie jeebies." He shivered. The Bravos' walked in another direction after bidding farewell to the trio and the crowd disbursed, but not without imprinting the events that transpired a few moments ago in their memory for ever.

Soon came the time of the day Natsu hated the most. Leaving. Not because he was attached to Braavos, but at the thought of stepping into something that- "Gah!" Like a bag of potatoes, Natsu was laid over the rail. The ship sailed out at dusk.

Stygai

The City of Death was just beyond the walls. But the Demon accompanying him suggested they not fly over the walls inorder to avoid any unwanted confrontations...at least not immediately. The City was dark and radiated that darkness. No sound came from the other side of the wall and the only sound outside was that of vultures wing rustle and the Ash flowing. The river was corrupted by the Shadow Lands and it was evident from the deformed fish and other aquatic life.

He could feel the cold stones beneath his feet even through it was noon. The Sun didn't shine much. But he didn't care about the darkness that awaited him inside the walls. "I must request you to not engage anything you see. The City may look hollow but you know it's not." Barbatos asked in the most humble way he could.

They walked towards the stone gates which opened itself slowly, letting the two pass by a dozen rotting bodies that were pinned to either sides of the walls with spears in their arms and body armour. There were things moving around them, watching them from the dark alleys and the rotting stone buildings. But none made a sound.

"Flesh..."

The silence was finally broken. A word was spoken in a tongue unknown to him, but his sharp gaze gave a momentary glance at the creature. A deformed Human without eyes or ears, grey skin and hooves for legs. It was quite tall and muscular as it approached with it's arms outstretched. It kept on repeating the word but Acnologia didn't stop his stride and went past the creature that suddenly stopped all movements before crumbling down as dust a few moments later. He saw something flash in front of him, crossing the path. A limbless Dragon. It gave a short stare with it's beady eyes but chose not to engage him.

"This is a gateway to the Dark realms, but no one uses it so lesser creatures and exiled Demons now rule the lands." Barbatos explained while looking at a spider like woman with four pairs of hands only.

"What is here?" Acnologia asked, showing no interest in the horrifying place.

"A medium, but we will have to find it." He let out a tired sigh.

Abruptly, their path was blocked by a male humanoid figure. He was tall, broad and muscular. His skin was a purple and no hair on his head. His eyes were just holes that was filled with darkness. He was in an armour that was made of a dark material. And a long sword with a small skull at the edge of the handle.

"General of the Princess of the Night, Ophellio. So the rumours of yours and the Lady's exile was true." Barbatos commented with a raised brow.

"Welcome Demon King but you are not the one I am here for." The large Demon spoke. The Princess of the Night wishes that you present yourselves to her."Acnologia looked at the newly arrived demon...

A rotting castle in the city. There was no light but everything was visible and no one was present. It was hollow like much of the city except, there was not a single creature inside. The halls were long and wet with something. The only noise were the two pairs of footsteps and a droplets hitting the stone tiles.

On a throne that was modelled like a Diwan that was carved out of a black marble Dragon, a buxom woman laid facing the visitors. Her long red hair had a few locks fall over her shoulder and her large supple breasts that were covered by a loose red tunic that showed a generous amount of cleavage and her long milky thighs. Her red eyes bore into the freshly arrived male specimens, specifically on the rugged younger looking one with dark blue untamed hair. The sharp gaze from his cold green eyes that had dark circles around them, stared at her with little to no interest. But what made her get up was what he held in his left hand. A familiar bald head that was attached to a body once. Although the barefooted man held the head in a vice like grip that crushed the skull and had the brain squished out, it was very familiar.

"Princess of the Night, greetings." Barbatos gave a short bow.

"Demon King Barbatos, I am humbled by your visit." The buxom woman stood up and gave a bow. "And who is this person you have brought with you?" She eyed the Blue haired man with curiousity. "And why does he have my General's head?"

Choosing to ignore the questions, the Demon King spoke. "I have come here in search of a Medium as it is required in our quest."

The Demoness quirks and asks. "You seek the Night's Blood?"

"Of course." Realisation dawned on the Demon King as he turned to Acnologia. "The Valyrian steel can be used to harness the power of the Night's Blood. No one has ever done it because the Night's Blood is never obtained."

"Yes, that is an interesting deduction. But answer me Demon King, who is he and why does he have my General's head?" This time she was a bit annoyed.

Choosing to answer the Demoness this time, Barbatos began. "This is Acnologia, the Dragon of Apocalypse, the Doom of Valyria and the King of Dragons." He paused to look at the head. "And Ophellio got on his nerve."

"That is disappointing. He was the only one I could talk to here as my treacherous brother has taken away my birthright and killed all my other servants." She pouted.

"Princess of the Night, I must warn you to handover the Night's Blood to him. He is infinitely stronger than any of us, I can vouch as he has me under his employment forcefully." Barbatos warned her with a grim face.

"Yet he needs my people's essence and a sword made from the empire he annihilated, why?" She got off the throne and walked towards them slowly. "I can only assume he has an adversary stronger than him." She was in front of Acnologia who didn't show any sign of movement. She stared into his cold malicious eyes for a few seconds. "I shall hand over the Night's Blood." She declared but found the Ex-Dragon King's passive stare. Giving a pout she laced her fingers across his jawline. "On one condition." She whispered into his ears. "Put your seed inside me."

A hand grabbed her by the neck and kneeled her infront of him. "Hand over the item and I will leave without annihilating this dump."

"Oh, but you need it don't you? If I die, the Night's Blood dies with me." She grinned even though the hold only tightened.

Acnologia growled as he pulled her closer to his face. "I will just drain you while you still breath."

"Oh you poor man. The Night's Blood is not just blood. It is the essence of my people embedded in my blood by magic. You may take my blood, but without my will, the essence will never surface. You will be left with purple nothingness which will be my blood." She spoke in between chortled noises her body made.

Acnologia let out a growl before releasing her and then, struck the Demon with the back of his hand. She flew through the halls before crashing on to the stone wall, imprinting her back on to it. Purple blood oozes from her mouth but she smiled as she looked up as a naked and fully engorged membered Dragon stood in front of her with utter monotony on his face.

Barbatos watched the Doom of Valyria ripped off the clothes of an excited Demoness and flip her over before stabbing his member inside her. There was no passion in it but it was raw and brutal. The castle shaked, the city followed and the Shadow Lands had tremors flowing through it as anything not protected by magic fell apart.

Ifeqevron

Soaring through the sky above the forests of Ifeqevron, a raven came to sit on the Forest God's branch. It had a leaf neatly rolled and tied to it's leg. "So, you need a tax system that doesn't destroy the poor and let the rich escape." Warrod was busy advising the new civil workers in how to make a modern nation but looked up to where the Raven sat. "Well hello my friend! What a great day, is it not?" The tree said cheerfully. "No, it's a joke!" And he burst out laughing, making the raven tilt it's head in confusion. After the Tree God stopped laughing, he once again spoke. "I think you have something for me..." Another branch came towards the bird and gently untied the leaf note and brought it down to his face. The gathered men and women silently left the area to give the Forest God his privacy.

The message was written in a language never seen by man; the True Tongue. Which of course meant Warrod (a man turned fully tree a few centuries ago), had a little difficulty in understanding it. So he turned to the bird that brought it here. "Could you perhaps translate it to me?" He asked embarrassingly with an odd laugh. Nonetheless the Raven did as it was told.

He listened to the Raven carefully and his eyes widened in surprise before they closed in thought. A Raven carrying a message written in a language long forgotten from halfway across the world and all it asked for was an audience with the Fireborn King. Well at least he doesn't have to deal with this... hopefully. With him building laws and rights for the country and with little to no input from the Dragon Slayer, he was seriously considering to be a real tree...a non-talking one that is.

But he had to deal with this, as was the fate. Half a month passed and the leaves rustled softly. Warrod opened his eyes slowly with a smile. "I presume you are Leaf." He asked into the forest.

A figure stepped out of nowhere, her looks matched with her surroundings. "Yes, that is my wordly name." Her voice was young and sweet. "And you are Warrod Sequence." She looked him through her gold and green eyes as she came to stand in front of him.

"You are older than anyone I have met in my life as a human and a tree." The old Fairy commented.

"And you are the only man who I have seen turn into a tree." Leaf smiled as she teased the Forest God who chuckled. "But please, let us end our pleasantries here. I come bearing a grave news."

Warrod have a nod. "Yes, I understood from the letter. But Natsu is not here, I tried to return a message, but your whereabouts were largely obscure." He said with regret laced in his voice.

"That is alright Forest God, it will be better to explain it to you and let you deal with the Fireborn King." Warrod gave a nod. "In the near future, the Fireborn King will meet the False Queen of Dragons in battle. You must prevent this at all cost." She straight away spoke out her intention.

Warrod blinked his eyes. "Uh...I don't know about that...Natsu isn't exactly one to avoid a confrontation." He spoke with uncertainty. Knowing the boy, he wouldn't be surprised if he was the one that picks a fight first.

"But he must now! Or he will risk another Long Night!" Leaf spoke with desperation.

"What? How?" The Treeman exclaimed.

She shook her head and spoke. "We are unsure, but it is prophesied that this will be the battle that sets the Long Night to start again."

Warrod let out a defeated sigh and spoke. "I do not know how I can convince him at the time of a confrontation but I will tell you this, he has defeated stronger adversaries throughout his lifetime."

Leaf looked at the Tree with sad eyes. "Forest God, I am not familiar with his strength in person but I have heard tales of his legendary conquests, but this is not about him winning or losing. This is life and death. Natsu Dragneel and Irene Belserion must not face eachother in battle."

Warrod gave a thoughtful look and closed his eyes. "I will try my best to-" He opened his eyes to agree to offer his assistance but a look of shock came over his facial features, making Leaf look at him in worry. This only worsened when his face grew horrified. "How could I let this...no..."

"What is it Forest God?!"

"She has drawn blood... innocents blood..." With a mortified expression, Warrod revealed.

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That's another!

Guys please use accounts to review cus I really don't want to put all this in a chapter. :)

Btw. I found a guest review that said he couldn't bear the thought of a tyrannical slut Irene. I am assuming you don't follow Game of Thrones, or you are more used to seeing Irene turn good in the fanfiction and coupling with Natsu. I am sorry to disappoint you man. But the Irene here will have a greater purpose. Sorry it didn't turn out in a different way.

One more was there that said Natsu needs to be more mature. I think Natsu's already mature, he's just goofy and don't want to be serious or mature to the point he's calm at every joke, makes a dazzling or charming smile or a witty and classy joke, his elaborate and stylish or badass costume and his way with the ladies. My answer is: Game of Thrones world itself is quite serious and cruel. And Natsu being Natsu is the only difference he could make here.