Hey all you magnificent Lords and Ladies! Yes, I am treating you like royalty after all that positivity, so I got to this right after I posted my last chapter, hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last. Also, sorry for the time skips, I just didn't have enough inspiration to write an introduction to the Dragons, so I will be making a special outro instead, and also, sorry for the long wait, had to do deal with some unwanted things
*This is DSoNaH Beta, who I will remain anonymous, but if you need a name I would prefer The Dragon of Crows, and DSoNaH is full of crap. He was having the world's worst writers block. That, and he had to get a new job to pay the bills, so he had two jobs and he couldn't write for the life of him. Cut him a bit of slack, but not much. Crow out*.
Also, Review for the question I will be asking at the end of the chapter.
Natsu Pov.
It has been nearly two years. Two years after I left from Fairy Tail to the Village of the Sun. For twenty one months, I have trained every day with Atlas Flame the Hellfire Dragon, and learned from him Hellfire Dragon Slayer Magic along with Requip magic, from Noxidanill the Night Dragon, I learned Night Dragon Slayer Magic, which is just a mix of both Sky and Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic, and combining my Dragon Slayer magics into more powerful slayer magics, and finally from Lady Dranosa the Dragon of Beasts, I learn Beast Dragon Slayer Magic, and Take-Over; Dragon Magic. Now, Atlas Flame I had learned to call Uncle Atlas as he was a good friend of Igneel's, Noxidanill had me call him Cousin, because he always wanted one, and Dranosa said because the first few years of my life I was living in the wild, I was a child of the wild making me a beast, so she adopted me as her son, and I called her Mother.
Now, you're all wondering, why am I using past tense with them…
I-I had to absorb them. They all knew they were dying, but didn't want their powers to go to waste, or worse, in the hands of demons, so they had me absorb them into my Take-Over Forms, as well as my secret two, one of which I am forbidden from using unless I am about to die. But, because absorbing them is technically killing them… I am now a true dragon slayer, and I can access Dragonforce whenever I like.
During this time, I dropped the wall that I was a stupid brute that muscled his way through everything, and instead I thought about my every move before I made it… not that I dropped the wall willingly, Mum had me drop it otherwise it was triple training time… And trust me, doing 600 push ups, 600 sit ups, 3000 crunches, 3 hours of plank, 900 squats, and a 3 hour run is not a fun warm up, followed by emptying my magical container, getting it refilled, and emptying it daily over and over again, for around 10 times on a normal day, but because triple would kill me, I have to do it till I drop, somewhere around 20 to 24, my max being 27, and I passed out. Yeah, the saying "If you're going to act like a brute, prepare to train like one' was made after the third time I tried to pull that off.
As for the Dragons themselves, Uncle Atlas looked to be a black dragon skeleton made from Hellfire, and was swirling with power, from his tipped arms and legs, to his tail and wings, especially his head and body just radiated with the power of Hellfire. Noxidanill had a black head that looked similar to a barbed arrow, with white tipped spikes jutting out from his snout and chin, and just grooving its way up the sides of his mouth, the bridge of his nose, and underside of his jaw, until it reached his four large purplish black horns, his reversed colored eyes just glowing with the ring of white and purple like a pair of super nova's. He had several knobs that looked kind of like spikes, all printed white, with several spines coming out of his back, and a pair of white leather wings with black vertebrates. Also, his underbelly was gray, and was speckled with white spots like stars. He also has four limbs, two arms and two legs tipped with white talons, and a long knobbed tail that can double up as a mace. Then Mother Dranosa looks more animal than dragon. She has a wolf like head that had large saber like fangs coming out of it with a large lion mane with a few feathers laced in with it as well, and a pair of stag horns coming up vertically flowing back with her mane and a pair of horns like Igneels that are just above her lynx ears that have a few fluffy feathers at the base of them. She also has a pair of deep green goshawk eyes. Her body is very panther like, her front legs like that of a big cat along with her front paws being a lot like a felines but with thumbs, but her back legs are actually thicker, and have bear paws. She also posses two sets of wings, one being that of a eagles up on her shoulders, the second of a bats in the middle of her back. She also has a tail, like the other two, but it is very canine like, furry and such, also laced with feathers, and her fur that covers her entire body is a deep brown with a lighter brown underbelly and a reddened brown coloring in the mane.
But… unlike the dragons, I didn't sleep outside for my training. Nor could I sleep in a Giant's bed… because the children sized beds look like a triple king sized bed. I'm fairly certain that even Gramps, bless his soul wherever he may be, would be swallowed whole in a normal sized bed even in his Titan form. So, I got a sleeping bag and I sleep on a rafter post in the Jotunn Inn, the only Inn in the entire village. I got to say, the giants are a rather hardy folk, and I have grown to love their ways, but they will never trump Fairy Tail, despite giving Cana a hell of a run for her money in drinking or being tough enough where Gramps would have a problem fighting one if he was restricted to Titan Magic only.
Anywho, yesterday was the day I had to absorb my mentors for the last 2 years, so I set off today at noon. And of course, I woke up on the rafter, and the village Inn keeper, Ymir, is already wiping down some mugs. I jump down onto the counter, like usual.
"Mornin' Natsu." calls out Ymir, barely even looking up from his work of wiping down the barrel sized mugs and slides a large plate for me, a small tea plate for them, over to me, and a small stack of meat is there. I nod to Ymir, the old grey giant just chuckling as I devour the meat in a few minutes like normal. Despite my size, I am the reigning champion of eating within the village, with Th'Agnor, the head of the village and the captain of the guard as my main rival. Turns out, Th'Agnor is also a Fire Mage, and has been raising a little human girl named Flare for some time. Before the absorption yesterday, he asked me a personal favor.
Flashback
"Natsu." Called out the furry ginger giant, wearing plated leather armor. I rush up to him, my speed nearly doubling that what I use to be able to run from when I started. I jump up to the fortification wall that keeps the giants from falling into the river, which is more like a creek for them, so I am at least up to the few longest strands of his beard which reach his collar bone.
"Natsu, I have a personal request to ask of you, and I don't mind if you say no." He rumbles, looking around wearily. I nod in response, never seeing the large man this nerves before. He sighs once he is sure no one is eavesdropping.
"Flare has always wanted to see the outside world and join up with a guild, like yours, ever since you came and helped her discover her hair magic." Th'Agnor Booms, a few cinders sparking in his beard because he is nervous, a trait he oddly has because he is a Fire Mage. Never seen Macao's mustache ignite into a blazing Firestashe before, but it may be different from wizard to wizard. Either way, it has a slight intimidating effect on the battlefield, but it does provide a warm feeling as well when at home.
"So, you want me to take her with me and have her join up with Fairy Tail?" I ask, knowing that I hit the nail on the head. The giant nods, a few sparks coming off his beard, all of which I consume from a slight slit in the corner of my mouth so I wouldn't be seen as rude.
"Correct Natsu, but I don't want her just to join a guild where I know she will be safe and happy, I want her to have a figure to look up to at all times around her. That figure should be you. If she is in Fairy Tail, you and your friends will be role models to her, and will form her into a wonderful young lady that I will be proud of, unlike if she went off on her own, where she could be corrupted… but regardless, I would be proud of her growth still." Rumbles the giant, stroking his beard. I nod to the large man.
"I'll take her with me to Fairy Tail, and you will see her become a great mage, you have my word Th'Agnor." I vow, looking into the large pools of oak brown with my determined black ones.
Flashback Ended.
Now, I am a man of my word, so as soon as the ritual was done, and after my big baby break down… I'll deny it if you tell a soul, then I'll just add your corpse to the pile that I hide under the mountains in the caves that Deliora was at. Don't test me on this. Where was I, ah, yeah, after the ritual, I told Flare to pack her stuff, cause I was going to Magnolia with her to help her improve her magic, and see if she would like to join a guild.
I think I have only seen Happy nod that fast before, and it was over the world record mountain of fish on a boat in Hargeon. Then she may have tried to break my ribs in a hug, but because she is a 12 year old, it was still just a normal hug.
I'm off topic. Where was I…
"NATSU DRAGNOS DRAGNEEL!" Shouts out Ymir, making me stumble and fall on my arse because I was lost in thought.
"Y-yes!" I cry back to the grey giant. He just rolled his one good eye, the other one scarred and white.
"Quit with ya damn antics, boy. Flare is here, and you two should be heading out soon before the others wake." Says Ymir. Then he pats my shoulders lightly like he only could. Of all the giants in the Sun Village, he was the gentlest, and the kindest. I looked up to him like I did with gramps. Guess he is my other grandfather.
"NATSU!" Squeaks a small voice, and a ball of red hits me. I see the long red hair that is never combed reaching her mid back in curly waves, and I see Flare, in a simple red dress carrying a pouch from Th'Agnor's belt like a backpack, a leather strip around her waist like a belt with small pouches on it for smaller items. She is bouncing with joy on my chest, which if it was anything like it was two years ago would be sore by now.
"Ok ok, I know you're excited to leave, but be quiet or we won't leave as soon if everyone is here trying to hug you goodbye." I whisper. She nods, her face a straight line trying to contain her excitement. I chuckle, and put on my traveling gear and look at the last presents from my family. First, a new black cloak that would smoke but never burn from the heat of my flames from Uncle Atlas. Next, a pair of gauntlets made from the scales of my cousin, the black scales matched the cloak perfectly, and they also could make shadowed weapons appear out of them, like swords or shields, even larger hands or claws like Noxidanill. God I miss my cousin. Then my mother, she gave me not one, but three gifts. First, a black satchel made from a black stag's hide, one I caught from training with her during the first year. Second, a warhorn, a black one made from a horn of her's that fell of in years past and was capped in Black Silver. The base or bell of the horn was fashioned into looking like her head when she was roaring, the antlers and horns more fused into the mane then it usually was, and the silver stopped with her mane, and continued with the black spiraling shape until the mouthpiece, which was simple in design. It made a deep and rumbling sound, sounding a lot like all three of their roars combined. Her final gift, was a bow and a quiver. The bow was plain, to be honest. Smooth wooden shaft, fine leather grip, and simple stringing. That is, until you knew what it was made of. The wooden shaft was made from the Great Yew, a towering tree that was the center of one of the oldest forests in Earth Land, the tree itself is also a nearly extinct species of tree, called the King's Yew, as it was said to be as winding at twisted as the line of kings. The leather was from the bottom of her paws, and was tough enough to resist even the coldest of glaciers and the flames off the top of Uncle Atlas's head for a few hours. And the string was from her mane, and I know from experiance with my cousin when we tried to prank her by cutting it… that shit is strong. Like, no seriously, if a dragon can't chew, slash or magically create a power saw from shadows and grind it, or use a fire dragon slayer mixed with lighting and Hellfire to make a sort of plasma torch to cut it, then this thing is nigh indestructible. Actually, how was it made into a bowstring? Never mind. The quiver however, was made from grey underbelly of the black stag, cause waste not want not. And it was enchanted to replenish itself with magic, so I didn't need to buy new arrows. The arrows themselves are interesting as well, as they are made from the grey antlers of the black stag, fletching on it is with some of Dranosa's wing feathers, and the heads of the arrows are forged from Black Silver as well. All in all, they spoiled me before they had me…
Nevermind that… I have a child to take to the guild, and it is going to be at least two weeks walking, or just three days by train…
I still hate those abominations. Well… time to face the devil of machines…
Thanks for reading this far, and so sorry it took so long once more.
*Like hell you are sorry, you asshat, so don't feed them the bullshit that you are apologetic, you combat hungry bastard. You only regret being stuck in two jobs for almost 78 hours a week. So shut it.*
Well, fuck you too, Crow. And I am sorry, cause I so much rather prefer this over my other two jobs that break my back daily. So, I am sorry I can't do this more often and I have other priorities. Anyways, thanks for reading this little bit of fanfic, and see you all later!
*Crow out.*
-DSoNaH
-DotC