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They reached the supposed training clearing by dusk and so Natsu lit a fire for them. "Tyson-chan, ask any questions you have since it seems you don't know much," Levy told him.
Tyson thought and finally asked, "Exactly how strong was Natsu-nii?" The question was given some thought by everyone.
"I would have to say that he was able to take down a whole army of those knights with only a small use of his magic," Lucy started.
"He could probably destroy Crocus plus three other towns with him," Levy added.
"Salamander could probably take down a dark guild," Gajeel gave a smile.
"Natsu-san would probably be able to defeat a wizard saint," Sting gave his answer.
Natsu and Rogue gave no answer to the question. "Is it true, Natsu-nii?" Tyson asked the pink-haired slayer.
"How about we tell you stories? Then you can know my true strength," Natsu suggested, avoiding the question.
"Will you? You've kept your past a total mystery!" Tyson got totally interested.
"We'll tell you everything about Fairy Tail, its members, history, and how the guild was like!" Levy brightened.
For most of the night, they told stories about all kinds of things. Tyson was immersed into each story the mages told him. At one point of time, the members had fallen into a deep sleep.
The sun began to rise and Tyson cracked his eyes open and raised his hands to shield his eyes from the bright sun. He could see that Levy had glasses on and was into a book. A pencil and notebook on one side of her. "Levy, what are you doing?" Tyson grabbed his sword and walked over quietly.
Levy looked up and showed him the cover. "A history book?" Tyson asked and Levy nodded.
"They had gotten most of the facts in history books wrong so I'm hoping that if we ever go back to having a magic world, I plan to destroy every book in every library in Fiore and rewrite all history books," Levy explained.
Tyson got quite interested. "I didn't know that," The boy admitted.
"That's what happens when you've lived over a hundred years. Though, Igneel might know even more than I do," Levy laughed quietly.
"I don't get how dragons can live over hundreds of years," Lucy gave a small frown.
"I didn't know you were awake Lu-chan," Levy told her friend.
"Well, unlike the sons of dragons that can probably hibernate through the whole winter, I wake up early," Lucy sighed.
Levy laughed at the joke, but Tyson didn't get it. "One day you'll understand what we mean by that, Tyson-chan. Especially if you watch Natsu carefully," Levy explained to the confused boy.
He nodded uncertainly. "Levy, I didn't know that you wore glasses," Tyson admitted.
"Glasses? No, these are magic glasses. I'm able to read books at abnormal speeds," Levy explained.
"You had such items?" Tyson asked looking at the glasses on the blue-haired girl's face.
"Yeah, we had all kinds of magical items that we used like pens that allowed you to write in the air," Lucy said with a smile.
All of a sudden, Tyson's stomach growled which made both girls laugh. "I haven't heard such a hungry stomach for over ninety years!" Lucy tried to contain her laughter.
Levy gave a small agreement while she laughed. "It's not my fault that we ran out of Crocus without getting anything to eat," Tyson muttered, embarrassed by his stomach.
"Don't worry. You're stomach will be out-growled by those four as soon as they wake up," Lucy managed to stop laughing and wipe the tears from her eyes.
Tyson nodded slowly, remembering his older brother's stomach growling. "Here, you can stay here while we go get some fruit from the bushes over there," Levy put her notebook, pencil, and book back into her shoulder bag after recovering from laughing and the two went to the fruit bushes that were near the edge of the clearing.
Tyson sat back down to see that the fire had died out and that four figures lay on the floor, all seeming to be in a deep sleep. Tyson crawled over to Natsu to hear that the fire dragon slayer snored quietly as he was relaxed. Tyson put a hand on the pink-haired man's hand to feel it was abnormally warm. The dark blue-haired boy's face was a bit surprised at first, but then realized that it felt relaxing. A shadow fell on top of him and he looked up to see Lucy leaning over them, giving a warm smile. "Warm, isn't he?" Lucy asked.
"Y-yeah," He nodded hesitantly.
"Like this, he's more peaceful than when he's more active," Lucy crouched down, now having a sad smile face on her face.
Tyson gave another nod. "Lucy, what was Natsu-nii like when he still lived in the guild," Tyson gave a small frown as he looked at the peaceful face of his older brother.
"Well, it always seemed he had endless energy all the time. He picked fights with other guild members, but he was also caring and kind; always thinking about others more than about himself. I always thought that he wanted to take care of his friends more than himself, which was most likely why he threw himself into battle first," Lucy told the young boy, a frown still showed on his face.
"Does he still do it?" Tyson asked, curious.
"Well, when he fought, he never allowed you to go into battle yourself since it seemed that he knew your weaknesses quite well and also the opponents' strength. That's why he stopped you and also protected you, not allowing his little brother get hurt so easily," Lucy smiled at him.
"Then why does it seem that he hates Gajeel so much?" Tyson asked, feeling confused.
"Just because the two fight doesn't mean that they still can't be friends. Once, Gajeel told Natsu that there weren't enough room in the sky for two dragons, but then there were seven dragons in the sky. Of course, the lightning dragon fled after attacking the fire and iron dragons, but soon returned and then the poison dragon was dragged out of the sky after a fight with the almighty fire dragon, though had come back for short amount of time before being dragged from the sky once more. He returned and after being freed once more. Now both of them are missing and the sky dragon as well. Though, for now we still have four mighty dragons invading the skies once more," Lucy looked at Natsu and then towards the early morning sky.
"What about the light and shadow dragons?" Tyson asked.
"At first, they turned against the fire and iron dragons, but after a fight, the fire dragon had won and the two bad dragons soon enough followed the examples of the iron and fire dragons. Though, it seemed that all the dragons split apart at one point of time and after many years, it seems the dragons are coming back one by one, ready to start their journey together once more," Lucy answered after moments of thought.
Natsu opened one eye lazily after a small amount of time passed. "I try to sleep, but I hear two voices near me. Why now and here of all times?" Natsu said sleepily.
Lucy gave a small smile to him. "Good morning to you too, Natsu. You know, it's time to eat breakfast so we can start training," Tyson was amazed on how Lucy literally ignored his mentor and started a in a different way.
"Salamander, you still need to train and teach that brat that keeps following you some proper fighting moves," Gajeel sat up from the floor and ran his hand through his long, black hair.
Tyson got up from the floor and spun around and growled, "I'm not a brat following Natsu-nii! Why do you need to make a nickname for everyone instead of using their proper names?" Gajeel's eyes narrowed at Tyson and that's when the iron dragon slayer stood up and overlooked the boy and Lucy looked away from the scene.
"Let me tell you something brat," Gajeel spat at the word 'brat' and continued, "You won't be able to keep up with us if continue to act weak and not strengthen up. Bunny girl may become stronger than you once she's trained enough."
"Natsu, you need to stop them from their argument before Gajeel really kills Tyson," Lucy whispered loud enough for Natsu, Tyson, and Gajeel to hear.
Tyson threw one of his fists again, remembering that Natsu had said that Gajeel will eat his sword whole. Gajeel's hand turned into a metal pole and the two attacked eachother. A flash of lightning which made the two stop momentarily only to feel their fists being held back, even if they tried to push forth.