Chapter Twenty-Eight

Their Loss

Freeze You Out - Sia

I opened one eye to the sound of paper meeting paper, sprawled out beside a warm, soft body. The memory the night before hit me straight in the face and a smug, satisfied smile crawled over my lips.

"Why are you smiling?" A heavenly voice asked, amusement clear in her tone and I tilted my head, finding Lucy, with a sweet, playful smile on her lips, a journal in her hands. My eyes wandered over her, her clear, milky skin flawless, her golden hair pulled into a low bundle, and her eyes bright despite how uncomfortable the floor must have been to her delicate tush.

My smile widened as I turned sideways, facing her, "Why do you look so good in the morning?"

A pleased rush of pink fluttered over her cheeks, and she sniffed cutely, "I don't feel good. My ass is killing me."

"Funny, I don't remember putting anything in there last night."

She shot me an outraged look, and it made me laugh, reaching out to her, hoping for a cuddle, and maybe more. She dodged, stretching away from me, her eyes sparkling with amusement and fondness.

"I don't have time for round two," she informed me dutifully, waving the journal. "I found something interesting."

"You can tell me about it while my head is buried between your-"

The look she gave me this time made me chuckle, but I sat up, willing to listen to her because honestly, learning more about Banshees was something I was interested in. Whether it was because my girl was a Banshee or because of my own curiosity didn't matter much to me.

My girl, the dragon inside me was pleased with her title and I had to agree. It did sound incredible.

I stretched, feeling multiple muscles in my back pop and click, feeling oddly refreshed despite the sweat that stuck to me, and the painful dried situation that was happening down there. We didn't clean much the night before. Honestly, if I'd had the choice, I would have remained buried in Lucy until we woke up. But she was tired and only wanted non-sexual cuddles.

And since snuggling with Lucy was my favourite pastime, I was happy to oblige.

Of course, it used to be my favourite pastime.

My lips twitched smugly as Lucy leaned into my side, wearing nothing but my shirt, keeping the book propped open between us so I could peer down at the words if I wanted too. Of course, I was much more interested in giving her an extensive sniffing, the lines between my human mind and my dragon blurred with the help of a sated sexual drive.

"So, I've read a fair bit while you've been snoozing on the job. There haven't been any more memories hidden in the ink, but, I did find Acnologia in an entry." Her words make me glance down from where I was playing with her hair, noticing how much a 'fair-bit' was. She was more than half-way through the little book.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked amused, as she shrugged, a cheeky grin that screamed mischievous sliding over her lips.

"I couldn't sleep much. I think I'm sexually frustrated."

The joke burned into me, and my dragon rose to the teasing tone. When I shifted to pin her down and 'wrestle' for a few hours, she squeaked, "Wait! No!"

I grinned as my fingers flew down her sides, tickling. She busted into laughter, fighting against me.

Once she was riled up - one of the best things about Lucy was that she looked incredible while she was panting and red - I desisted, relaxing again, watching as she gathered her breath once more. After a particularly venomous look, she continued, clearing her throat.

"Leora talks about a 'second awakening'. And how Acnologia, was there when she woke up. It's not much, but listen."

I did, because Acnologia was one of the greatest mysteries the Moltens had. And I had a feeling Leora had something to do with his vanishing act.

"Acnologia tells me it's only been hours since my awakening. It was painful, and I don't wish to ever deal with it again," Lucy recited, her hands clenching on the book, as wonder and anxiety coloured her tone, "What do you think it means? The Awakening is the first Scream Banshees create, right? Why would she go through it again?"

"I don't know, Luce," I replied, feeling ridiculously unhelpful, "Maybe it's something that happens multiple times during a Banshee's life?"

Lucy sighed, stress and worry weighing on her brow. "It's possible. I just feel like there's so much I don't know…"

"You'll only learn more by experience and reading about it. Things will work out." I silently willed it to be true, because Lucy deserved a break. From what she'd told me, a lot of Banshees stripped away their humanity because they couldn't handle the emotional weight. But I knew Lucy, and she was strong.

And she wouldn't have to do it alone.

She was quiet, thinking in that strange, motionless way of hers before I nudged her with my shoulder, "The rain has stopped. Come on, I'll take you to the creek to wash up before Ultear inevitably finds us."

I stood as lookout, searching the area with my eyes as Lucy washed down in the stream, half-naked. I had to keep my eyes in the opposite direction because the view of Lucy, glistening in the sun-light could easily have given me a heart attack.

I was still buzzing, part of it, I was pretty sure, was a post-coital perk, my power thrumming around inside me, rejuvenated. But because of that, the darkness was a harrowing presence on my mind. It pinched, suffocated and creeped, waiting for a moment of weakness. I fought to keep it back, keeping my dragon in the way, using him as a barricade.

A flare of anger sparked inside of me, recognizing that other part of me. I winced when they snarled and snapped at each other.

I can't have one moment of peace.

My eyes wandered over to Lucy, who was scrubbing ferociously at her legs, shivering, and just looking at her made everything quiet down inside me. Lucy was my peace. It was odd. Usually, the darkness, the demon part of me, was ambivalent, or full of hatred for everything in the world. It was a poison that spread through me.

The only creature that it tolerated was Igneel. I think it was because the times that I lost control, Igneel was the one who didn't perceive me as a threat. He just threw me in a cage and told me to snap out of it. The darkness had a reluctant understanding with him, recognizing that Igneel, for the time-being, was stronger.

Recognizing that without him, I wouldn't have been born at all.

That was until I met Lucy. I wouldn't say it was from the first moment. But it was a billion moments after. That darkness, recognized the power within her. It was fascinated with it, wanting to hear it speak, to play with it, to witness it destroy those who tried to attack it.

I thought back to when she had used the Scream of Wrath at the Vapids. Truthfully, when Lucy told me to take care of Zeref, I had planned to just fight him off with my dragon, but the minute the demon inside me saw her struggling, it surged. It pushed me to the back of my mind, locking me away, wanting to make its presence known to the great and powerful Banshee.

To impress her, even.

When I lost control, it was black. The only sense I had was the odd sensation of feeling power, knowing where people were, what they were. Then I'd remember afterwards.

The darkness crawled over my mind, making me realise that it was a lot closer than I once thought. I closed my eyes, and slammed that darkness back by sheer-will, ignoring the presence.

I startled when two cold hands cupped my cheeks, opening my eyes to find Lucy standing in front of my perch, her eyes kind, patient and full of love.

When she opened her mouth, I expected a heartfelt statement of love, but instead...

"You're such a broody little dragon, aren't you?"

A laugh shot out of my mouth. I was not surprised that I still couldn't predict what things Lucy would say. She smiled, pleased by my reaction, drops of water sliding down her face, from her wet hair.

I coiled my arms around her waist, tugging her body close to mine, as she cleared her throat and stated seriously, "We didn't use protection."

I raised an eyebrow, clearly already knowing that, but wondering where else was going with it.

"If I'm pregnant, I expect a tiara."

I laughed again, amused and shocked at how well she was taking apparent pregnancy. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my cheek against her flat stomach in jest, before informing her, "I'm sterile Lucy."

She reeled back in shock, blinking. "What?"

I only then realised how I'd sounded and gave her a rueful smirk. "Not all the time. But most of the time. Dragons are only fertile in the heated phases of the year. If we were fertile all the time, they'd be a hell of a lot more dragons running around."

She blinked a few times, digesting this information before squeaking, "Wait, is that what the mating period is for?"

I chuckled, answering her. "Yep. All the tribes come together, dragonesses who want children, get them. Dragons who want booty, get it. It's essentially one big excuse to get drunk, naked and have a great time."

"You've participated?"

I shook my head, "I'm not exactly the poster child for dragons, or royalty for that matter, so Igneel and I agreed that we'd satisfy the populace and lock me away whenever the time came. Being a demon and having an illegitimate child with a random female would be a little too uncivilised, even for us."

"I'm actually speechless," she whispered. "You've rendered me entirely speechless."

"What I wanna know is why I have to give you a tiara. You already have one back at the Moltens." I replied, amused at her reasoning and she shrugged.

"I just couldn't think of anything that would shock you more than demanding jewelry if you got me pregnant."

"You always say I'm incorrigible, but you are definitely worse," I teased with a fond grin, before asking hesitantly, "Are we just going to ignore the baby topic for now?"

"Absolutely," she agreed and I shook my head, loving her a little more at her blunt honesty.

"Alright. Ready to be warm now?"

"Is that an invitation?" she cooed, and I felt my heart stutter at her coy smile, heating my body up slowly. She cuddled closer to me, wrapping her arms around my head as I nuzzled her stomach, kissing along the bite marks I had made last night. They hadn't healed yet, but I didn't doubt they would begin to fade quickly.

Need burned inside me, as well as pride to see her marked up by me. Images of her moving underneath me, her sweet gasps and trembling moans, made my heat flare. Lucy shuddered against me, as I ran my lips over the marks, longing to reopen one and suck lightly.

But now wasn't the time.

I leaned back, satisfied that she was warm and dry, arousal simmering in my bones when she tightened her hold on me, trying to keep my mouth to her stomach.

Reluctantly, I fought her hold, grinning when she pouted, "I need to get washed up. Stay here on the rock and be look-out."

"Or, you could stay dirty and make me dirty."

I chuckled shakily at her words. They caused a flood of lava to rush, making my muscles tense in anticipation. Every part of me wanted to accept the challenge and get lost in her body all over again.

But Erza and the others would be arriving soon, and there was no way I was going to get interrupted again. Especially not when there were swords involved.

I stood up, towering over her and she batted her eyelashes playfully, making my lips quirk, as I pulled her into a soft, heady kiss that I tried to use to convey how much I wanted to play, how much I wanted her. She replied eagerly, slanting those hot, soft lips against mine, licking at my bottom lip, begging silently for more.

I released her, rubbing my thumbs along her cheekbones, her arms wound tightly around my back, "Later."

"Promise?"

"I swear it."

She nodded with that same sweet, beautiful smile on her lips, the one that lit up her face and made her seem young and hopeful. It was a definite contrast to how worried and stressed she had been during our stay in the Vapids. Zeref's face flew through my mind and every part of me could agree that the fucker had pushed things too far.

Chaotic bliss rifled through me not too long after, when I imagined the aftermath of the little… accident, I had had in that stupidly bright tea-room.

Not exactly pay-back on a grand scheme, but still it felt pretty damn good.

I parted from Lucy, watching her from the stream as I washed. She leaned back on her palms, basking in the sun, her clothes drying on a rock beside her. She only wore those damn tight fighting shorts and a sheer, silky looking top. It framed her gorgeous, curvy chest, and made her waist look tiny, the flare of her hips even more seductive than usual.

I crouched over, running my wet hands through my hair, reluctantly missing the bath back home. Not that I'd ever admit it, but palace life had grown on dragon-kind over the centuries and we liked our soap as much as the next winged beast.

Of course, we'd be heading back there now, to reconvene with Dad and probably Eileen, by what Erza was telling me as we left the Vapids. She had informed me that the others who had entered into a treaty with Lucy, wished to meet her, to greet the person they were all hell-bent on protecting.

My eye twitched as I realised that it meant that Sparky might be there. Jackass.

Lucy had made the joke once or twice that I didn't have any friends, only enemies, after learning that I wasn't overly nice with the Seahorse, or with Sparky, who happened to be King of the Thunder Wilderness.

She just didn't understand how unbearably annoying they could be.

I thought back to our travels through the North, remembering the brave - and stupid - way Lucy had protected our position by stabbing herself in the leg. Fury slithered through me like a deadly snake, coiling around my chest, constricting as I remembered the way the smell of her blood pierced the air.

Erza had been talking but stopped when I growled and took off, finding her with a blade lodged deep into her thigh, staring down a royal animal. Gray had really fucked up when he allowed her to hurt herself.

Hell, he had fucked up the minute he got the idea he could even try to take her from me.

Healing that wound was by far the worst backlash paid I had experienced. Not even the claw marks from her lioness trying to claw its way out of her body had hurt as much as that one did. It burned into my own thigh, a phantom pain that made me flinch, but I stuck through it, keeping one eye on the fight between Ultear and Gray.

Of course when I had had to take a break for a breath, Ultear had made fun of my pain and assumed it was sexual. But then, everything was sexual with her.

I scrubbed at my legs and chest, before stepping out of the creek, pushing away my thoughts of pain, and healing, because there were more important things to think about. I dried myself easily, shaking off the excess water with a yawn as I wandered back over to Lucy, grinning when I realised she had fallen asleep.

I scooped up her now decently dry clothes and wrapped my arms around her, one under her knees and the other under her head, holding her steady before making my way back to our cave.

"Superb look-out skills, Luce. Really, top-notch," I whispered, squeezing her when she nosed at my chest and made a happy noise, completely out of it. I glanced up, deducing that it was just before midday and hopefully Erza and the rest of them were on their way.

But not too soon.

Because Lucy hadn't looked that peaceful sleeping for a while now.

I was outside, gearing up the horse when Lucy appeared, a bundled up blanket in her arms. She smiled guiltily.

"I fell asleep."

"You did. I could have been attacked." I shook my head at her, pretending to be disappointed as she rolled her eyes, seeing right through me

I grinned, amused and sort of oddly touched that she knew me that well.

"The only person who will be attacking your half-naked body is me," she muttered, forgetting that my sensitive ears would pick up on it, despite her saying it quietly.

I threw her a cocky smirk. "Feel free to attack me any time. Honestly, you have my permission to just use my body to get off. Like, all the time." She raised one eyebrow at me, managing to look stern, but flustered at the same time, the pink along her cheeks giving her away.

She opened her mouth to reply back, and I eagerly awaited whatever insanely amazing thing she said next. Hearing Lucy speak was something I'd never take for granted ever again, because the things she said…

No filter, just unadulterated truth.

With the odd stroke of wit and genius now and again.

But her response was stopped when the orb Ultear had given us floated from the cave, glowing a bright blue.

A large smile broke across her lips, "They must be nearby!"

"If Ultear is within the activation distance, then definitely. Let's pack up and fondle each other while we still have the time."

Lucy laughed at my lust, and honestly, if I was a weaker man, I would be hurt. But it was Lucy, she laughed at everything and it was better than crying any day. Plus, I definitely wasn't a weak man - hell, I doubted I was even technically a 'man' by scientific standards.

"I don't know about the fondling, but I'll let you play with my hair while I put my boots on."

My ears perked up at that. I loved her hair - almost as much as I loved Lucy - and it was always pulled back. Hair-playing opportunities had been few and far between, so I was not going to take it for granted.

I packed while she ran a small comb through her hair, wincing at the knots. The golden tresses hung down past her back at this point, and the way it framed, splayed and hung around her hips, teasing her ass, was a breathtaking sight. Fucking hot.

Not the hottest. But definitely hot in it's own right.

She sat on a rock outside the cave, boots beside her feet, wiggling her toes against the dirt, watching as I finished loading the horse, making sure everything was secure. I patted the horse down, checking to see if he was okay with the weight, and he eyed me, as if I had insulted his kin by thinking otherwise.

Then I sat behind Lucy, running my fingers through her golden, silky hair. The sweet waft of sand-soap, that odd natural and mineral mix that smelled of coconuts and salt, invaded my nose, making my head dizzy with how good she smelt.

I leaned forward with a grumble, burying my head in her neck as she pulled her boots on her feet, adjusting the strings.

When I groaned, resisting the urge to bite and suck at the skin, her flower-gentle scent at it's strongest, she sighed. The noise was playful and mocking all at the same time. I liked that. She wouldn't put up with my shit, but she'd entertain it for a few seconds.

"What's wrong?"

I played with the ends of her hair, before moving one hand up to her scalp to massage at the roots, smiling a little when she leaned back into me, relaxing.

"You smell great. It's making me want you again."

"Natsu, don't lie to yourself," she whispered. "You never stopped."

I chuckled against her skin, in love with the way that, most of the time, she might be the most humble person, but every so often an inner, righteous, ego peeked out. She may have meant it jokingly, or even self-deprecatingly, but I didn't care. It was just another thing that made Lucy...Lucy.

"Can I bite you a little?"

The urge to bite was a peculiar thing. I was beginning to suspect I just liked biting Lucy. Her blood was sweet, and gave me a rush of power, but that wasn't the most appetising thing about it. There was just something about sinking my fangs into her lush, soft skin and hearing her little noises.

Images of last night flooded my brain, making me stifle a growl at the way she squirmed and panted whilst I bit and sucked the skin around her stomach.

That might be the hottest thing...

"Hmm, no."

"How about a nibble?"

"How about no," she replied playfully, leaning down so she could tie her boots up. Her shirt shifted on her back, exposing a milky spot of skin on her spine and the temptation was too hard to resist. I leaned forward and kissed there, listening to her sigh.

I kept my lips there, struggling not to give her a little nip when she acquiesced, a smile in her voice. "Just a little one. Be gentle." I felt my fangs grow and sharpen at her words and I licked the skin softly, whispering afterwards.

"I always am."

A breathless laugh left her, cutting off when I lightly sunk my teeth into her skin, the burst of sweet copper making my fangs dig in a little deeper. Lucy's blood was potent with power, it throbbed and pulsated with it.

I sucked on the mark softly, drawing in some of her blood before leaning back, rubbing my fingers against it.

She turned back to me, wearing a shy smile, lust making her eyes dark and heavy before they glanced away, popping open and a wide grin formed on her lips.

I followed her eyesight, grinning also as Ultear walked into the clearing, Jellal and Erza following close behind. Lucy stood up, waving, approaching them with a delighted skip to her step,"Hey!"

I hung back a few metres, following much more languidly as Erza looked over Lucy, then me. Pride and thankfulness gleamed in her one eye and I knew she had been worried. I didn't take it personally, the amount of love she had for Lucy might have even rivaled mine.

But I doubted it.

"Oh thank god. I was worried you guys were going to be naked." Ultear made her way over to us, only a few metres away and I barely stopped myself from saying that she missed the show by a few hours. Lucy turned to me as she walked, giving me a look that told me to keep my mouth shut. I grinned back at her, struggling to remember a time when I was this happy and content.

And in only the next few seconds, it changed.

The minute Lucy spun back around to face our group, I heard it. The whizzing noise of an object, heading straight towards her, slicing through the air heavier than an arrow would be. My feet were moving, my stomach dropping to my stomach as the spear came from the west, soaring straight past Ultear. My hand snapped out, missing Lucy's shoulder by millimetres.

The spear pierced her chest, lodging deep and blood burst out as she stumbled back. Ultear screamed, the noise harrowing. But everything was numb, every part of me was shutting down. When she fell back, my body reacted.

I leapt forward, catching her body as she gasped, "W-What happened?"

Ultear slid to her knees beside me, her body shaking, her face pale, hands fluttering around Lucy, unsure how to help. I placed her gently on the ground, then ripped through her shirt, my blood turning cold at the damage. My dragon thrashed inside me, white hot fury at sight of her being hurt and I wanted to hunt those who did it.

But I knew she needed me more, and I vaguely heard Erza shout something to Jellal.

"Guys, why can't I feel anything? I'm hurt… aren't I?" Lucy whispered and I closed my eyes, refusing to listen to that startling fact. Ultear took a deep breath in, her hands going up to cup Lucy's face.

"You're in shock, but you're fine," she lied, as I leant over the wound, eyeing the mangled mass of muscle and blood, the spear sticking out of her, acting like a cork around the pumping, pulsating organ that was her heart. I knew I had to pull the spear out to try and heal, but the wound…it was an ugly gaping mess and she'd bleed out too quickly. I leaned down, pressing my lips to one of the corners, to try and heal the wound around it, to stop the blood that seeped.

I needed to heal the damage without pulling the spear out.

It was impossible.

My heart thudded in my chest, matching hers, as it worked overtime to keep her alive. But the wound was too big. I couldn't heal this. Desperation and panic bit into me as I struggled to figure out a way around the spear that was plunged into her.

"Natsu," Ultear whispered, and I lifted my eyes from the wound to look up. Lucy's eyes were fluttering and her heart was getting weaker. I summoned more of the magic inside me, sending it out in dangerous bursts, running my lips and tongue over the inside of the wound, wherever I could reach. Just to give her a little longer, so I could figure out how to do this. But more blood gushed out and the muscles refused to heal, shuddering in weak squeezing movements.

"Natsu…" Lucy's voice made my back tense and I gulped down more of her blood, the taste growing colder, the power within her fading. She said my name again and I closed my eyes, blocking out her soft whisper, dread and horror sinking into me.

Soft fingertips met my cheek, and I shook my head again. They slid down my skin and the touch made me open my eyes, looking up into her. Tears fell down her cheeks, her skin growing colder with every passing second.

"I'm not ready to die," she whispered, and Ultear brought her hands up to her mouth, a sob ripping through them as I shook my head, leaving her wound to grasp her face.

"You aren't going to die! You'll be fine. I just need to figure out where to heal it." I replied adamantly, the words heavy in my throat as I denied the facts clearly in front of me.

Lucy took a deep breath in, her eyes fluttering as she breathed, "Do you think I'll go to heaven or hell?"

"Stop it. Don't. You are going to be fine."

It was obviously a struggle for her to speak, but she did sigh in that way she did when I was exasperating her, and it made hurt whip through me; I loved that noise. "You're supposed to tell me I'm going to heaven because I deserve to be among the angels."

A dry laugh left my lips, but it was broken, as broken as the shattered pieces of me, falling down my spine, as moisture gathered in my eyes. She closed her eyes slowly, before blinking them open, her body jolting a few times, a small, brave smile on her lips.

"I'll miss you guys."

Ultear shook her head. "No, this can't happen. Just hold on!" Ultear touched her hands over mine, forcing Lucy's eyes to hers. Lucy whispered that she loved all of us, the noise so quiet I almost missed it, before her eyes slid shut, losing consciousness.

Ultear screamed her name, and my dragon went wild, battering, shredding at my insides as I watched blindly, unthinkingly as her heart stuttered a few times, then stopped completely.

Ultear clutched Lucy's body to her, sliding it onto her lap, blood staining her hands and clothes and I fell back, unable to process what was right in front of me. My dragon went quiet, deathly quiet, thrown back by a force I refused to recognize in my daze.

A cold hand grabbed me by the shirt, yanking me up and Erza's face was mixed with pain, horror and fear. Tears were falling from one eye, her breathing harsh. Then she shoved at me.

"Get out of here!"

I blinked at her, opening my mouth but she shook her head, wiping at her cheek, with the hand that didn't hold the bloodied sword.

"You need to go, now Natsu." Erza grit her teeth together, eye sliding to Lucy. Then she closed it, as if looking was too much. I stared, then I realised.

The darkness.

"I want to let you s-stay. I k-know you want to be with her. But you need to get to Igneel now." She shoved at me again. I understood now. The dragon was quiet, and the darkness, the darkness was there.

Pain laced my system and I forced my wings out, feeling the demon inside me slam against my control, using my weakness and grief to push it's way up. Erza fell to her knees beside Lucy, but I was up in the air, leaving them, leaving her.

Black swarmed me like locusts, starting in my gut then spreading. I clutched my chest, fighting against it, trying to throw up barriers, but my demon threw them aside. I couldn't fight without her.

She'd become my peace.

And now she was gone.

Air slammed into me, throwing me off balance, my wings working tirelessly as I pushed towards home, knowing that I needed to get there before I lost complete control.

Shadows filled my feet, my legs, my muscles and bones. If it got to my back, I would lose my wings. Once it got to my soul, I would lose myself.

I didn't know how far away I was from the Moltens when we had gotten out of the tunnels, but it was closer than I assumed. Soon the smoke filled air, and heat of home drew me. I could see the castle, I could see Igneel's reading room. The same one I had wanted to show Lucy when we got back. Pain laced my body as I remembered the way she smiled, that small smile that told me everything was going to be okay.

But it wasn't.

Picking at that weakness, one of my wings snapped clean from my back, the shadows breaking it off, and I screamed in pain, falling with one wing, struggling to keep myself up, slamming through the window.

I would have said it was by pure hope that Igneel was in it, but how could I believe in hope when my own chance at it was gone.

He jumped up as I rolled onto my back, panting, feeling the demon force, destroy and rip apart everything that made me. Rough hands gripped my neck, hauling me into him, as I whispered, my words choked, "She's dead. Dad, I can't-"

I screamed, and everything went black as the demon ripped me away, taking over.

…

I'm sorry.

Questions. (I won't be answering any questions in the next chapter because obvs I'm going to get death threats and stuff)

Wait "sparky king"? You can't possibly mean...Laxus? I do indeed, I love my sparky baby

How did you come about your creature decisions? How/where did you find enough information to be able to put said creatures down on paper in such detail? It was a lot of research honestly and my own information. I would definitely suggest Wikipedia, they list all known mythological creatures and they're places of birth. Then you can just type their name into the old Goog' machine and voila, pictures and more information.

So will the reason of Leora siding with Laxus' kingdom which is the Thunder Wilderness be further revealed on her diary? The Thunder Wilderness is one (possibly the strongest) Kingdom in all of Fiora. Leora sided with them because she fought for light and freedom - but they already had treaties with multiple other Kingdoms.

And is it safe to assume that Laxus knows something about Banshees? He may not but Mavis might ;)

How long do dragons live? is it all possible for the king of dragons to be alive? Aside from Immortals, Dragons have the longest life-span out of all the creatures. It's entirely possible for the EX-King of Dragons (Igneel took over the throne) for him to be alive. NOT SAYING HE IS BUT IT'S POSSIBLE.

Does this mean Lucy is pregnant? Answered.

When you answer these questions, do have the whole plot planned and you go off of that, or do you just pull it out of air? I do have a plot/time-line planned that I go off on but some of the questions are a bit bizarre and I answer them then make little notes.

So are Erza, Jellal, and Ultear just gonna find them naked in the morning or what? Or what…

What are you teasing between Leora and Acnologia? How "close" are they? What happened between them? Spoilers bish ;)

Are we gonna see a lot of memories like that or was it a one time thing? Spoilers…

So is this the end of the first arc? What's their next goal since going to the vapids has been completed? *awkwardly clears throat* I don't know how to answer this..

At around what chapter will we find out who the overall enemy is? Is it just Jude or is there someone darker and even more powerful? Soon, my darling, soon. And you have to remember, Jude sent troops out that 'mysteriously' vanished.

How many dragon slayers are there? Are they all rulers? Are all seven slayers appearing in the story? All dragons aside from Laxus, are in the seven dragon tribes. They are all ruled by Lords and they in turn report to Igneel. It's a big happy family. And no, definitely not. I know some people wanted Sting and that, but I have more important things to focus on. Like mourning Lucy.

And will there be a possibility of Lucy having a banshee/demon/dragon baby in the future? Like the dearly departed Lu, I am going to refrain from answering this.

How long ago was it that Leora and Acnologia were alive? The war was around 800-900 years ago.

How important is Acnologia to the main plot? Is he like a dragon taboo? He's pretty important, and I'm not sure what you mean by 'dragon taboo'

Will Lucy be able to do that thing with her eyes too? I'm generally confused by this question.

I wonder what kind of relationship Leona and Acnologia had? Lovers? Companionship? Childhood friends(most likely not this one but I have to ask)? I mean, I guess it's safe to say that they have a certain history. You know, HISTORY *wink wink, nudge nudge*

I wonder if there is some consequence after activating a memory? There's not, it's cool fam

Is it hot in here or what?! WELL YES IT IS.

Why do I feel he (Acnologia) is her ancestor too? I dunno, why do you feel like that ;)

What with the shaving? I mean Lucy's legs or Natsu's face for example. By the end of their journey there would be a tangled forest if they hadn't shaved. Zeref might be a demon but he ain't a barbarian. Guest in his Kingdom have the ability to use razors. Damn.

I know one channel on YouTube from Australia. They are called the JetCrew. Do you know them? Let me just check on my boomerang phone.

The mouse Banshee adopted mouse traits, which is how she was able to make her screams go through the ground right? Yes, exactly! Hey you're pretty good at this, want to take over?

What other lion like qualities can Lucy take? Is she going to develop a megascream? Or does it allow her to have better control over her banshee cry? Not better control but if you remember, she was able to force Loke into dominance. So you could say she has a penchant for 'dominance'. Other questions are spoilers.

Are Natsu and Lucy going to have a battle in their true forms? I mean, if you want me to hold up Lucy's corpse… (that's way too far Fresh omg)

While Jackal may not join the gang, will Lucy come back to the Vapids to help him get out of there? *fidgets nervously*

Will Natsu and Lucy figure out exactly where they popped out of the tunnels in the next chapter? Sort of answered?

I'm just going to go, I hope I didn't break too many hearts.

I HAVE A PLAN. IT'S OKAY.

(but can you really trust me?)

Pray for Ultear, Erza, Jellal and Natsu plz

Stay fresh dearies

xo freshprincess