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6. Dragonborn
"So you've awoken, I see," Porlyusica said to Lucy without happiness. She was frowning at the sudden interruption for her collecting of healing herbs, but when Levy, who had arrived only minutes after the first girl, explained, her mood lightened a little. After all, a dragonrider was not exactly a humanly human. "Did your mother ever say anything about that?"
"My mother?" Lucy was unsure if she'd heard right. Of course, her mother had told her a lot of stories, when she was a child, especially stories about dragons.
"Yes, your mother!" Porlyusica snapped, her patience growing thin."Dragonriders aren't born of pure love and luck!"
Love & Lucky. Lucy smiled gently hearing the words so close to her mother's guild and she recalled a story. Biting her lip, she stared at Levy who was intent to listen and then to Poryusica, who nodded as encouragingly as she would.
"Well, there was this one story," she started hesitatingly.
"Well, go on! What are you waiting for?" Porlyusica huffed and Levy nodded along in agreement, eyes sparkling with interest. So she continued.
It was when the humans and dragons were living in fear of one another. Despite the raging conflicts, there was a man to walk the Earthland, bringing bewilderment and surprise to anyone who dared to listen on either of the sides. When the fires flamed, his tongue danced with them, telling stories of times of old and times to come. He spoke gently, caressing every word with burning passion. However, there was one story in particular he loved to tell.
When the flame king of dragons heard of the man, he summoned him. The man introduced himself as Perseus and asked if he could rest his feet. In exchange, he offered to tell a story. The flame king breathed, lighting up the whole world in bright red blaze, before ordering him to.
"Once upon a time a girl named Melyse was born. When she grew, she soon became fascinated with the strolling players she saw every early November, when they passed by. There was especially a fire eater that caught her eye, because the boy, only a few years older than her, told stories of every place on Earthland. Stories he'd lived to tell."
"Come along!" the boy begged her every time they were leaving. But the little princess could not go, for the fate of the kingdom laid on her shoulders. Novembers turned to Decembers, winters turned to springs and after a dreadfully long summer, she could see him again. Over the time that had passed, he'd grown into a wonderful young man and she into a rightful maiden. However, after the neighboring country had declared a war, princess Melyse had been locked up in the farthest tower of the castle.
Lucas, for that was his name, whistled their tune around the town. He had heard of her awful fate, but refused to believe kind king had turned so shallow. But the princess would not respond. She braided flowers into wreaths, singing songs of worlds she'd never seen. She never saw Lucas again, heard of him no more. She married a man of her status and gave birth to twins she named Lucas and Lucky.
"What happened to the boy?" the flame king asked, but the storyteller only smiled mysteriously.
"He found a way to see her again," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. He stood up and patted his feet. "I must be on my way now."
The dragon roared, but the man was not frightened. After all, it had been all in his planning. He stood in the middle of the breath's way. The fire engulfed him, but did not burn him.
"You!" the magical creature hissed."You thief! What is your name?" The storyteller was wise enough not to speak it, but the dragon knew – he knew it by reading how he sounded.
"Morgenstern!" he roared the name of a refugee from an unknown land hundreds of years ago. "Curse you and your descendants!" The man only laughed. He had gained the power to withstand the flames. He could now be equal to them, for the stars stood behind him.
Forged in fire, this storyteller knew well not to be caught in the traps of mankind's powerful enemies and lived long enough to carry on his blood to another. A line of dragonborns was set, of fair maidens and brave knights, carrying on the magic of the purest kind, the daughter of the One Magic.
Lucy stopped. "Is this it?" Levy asked, a bit disappointed. The blond nodded.
"That gave no real explanation!" Lucy exclaimed, although the bluenette shook her head.
"But it did, Lucy!" she objected gleefully. "We now know for certain that your mother could have been a dragonborn! She used celestial magic too, didn't she? And she loved telling stories!"
"The dragon's curse does indeed seem to fall on you," Porlyusica said without hesitation. "All the dragon slayers are crazy enough to kill for you."
"But we can confirm it thanks to that, Porlyusica-san!" Levy suddenly erupted into giggles. "Because they would also unite for Lucy, if she was from the family of dragonborns.. Although Natsu's fire has burned her!"
"How do you intend to do it?" the woman inquired, looking hardly interested.
"Let's talk to the guild master!" Levy said, bubbling with excitement."Make them go on a quest together. We all know some of them will definitely protest!" Lucy seemed to weigh the idea in her mind. She nodded, eventually understanding her part in the game. That would definitely confirm whether or not she was a dragonrider, the last one left.