Author's note: Thanks to all that followed, favorited and reviewed. I was planning to thank you all by name, but there were more than I expected. Thanks to all that read as well. Sorry about the very long wait for the update. And some of you might have noticed that I had posted the chapter before. I saw some grammar was off and formatting changed. Anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Unless I somehow became Hiro Mashima, I still don't own Fairy Tail. I simply own my OC's and ideas.
Chapter 2: Even Destiny Needs Help
Fiore, In some forest, 14 April X777
An hour has passed since Motus decided to let Tails rest in his cave. Motus has been awake the entire time, making sure the infant is safe.
"He looks peaceful, just sleeping there. He probably doesn't even know he's been abandoned, or what's going on at all, for that matter. I have to make sure it doesn't ever bother him," Motus said, hoping he will be a good enough parent.
"But I heard that people raised by dragons get the traits of the dragon. That would mean this is going to be a rather socially ignorant kid, bad at directions and kind of prefer being secluded." Motus become sad, realizing his own flaws. "I really hope he finds a way around those, especially being bad at directions, because I even have trouble finding this cave sometimes, so he'll have a lot of trouble with traveling."
Motus suddenly realized something. "I almost forgot, I have to go look for someone to help me with humans. I have to do it before Tails wakes up, so they can help me when he does. I really hope I don't bother his peaceful sleeping."
Motus carefully got up, still gently holding Tails, and walked out the cave. He turned around and stared at his home. "Goodbye my beautiful home. This may have been the last time that I ever found my way back to you again." Motus looked sad at the thought of never finding his home again, knowing with his bad sense of direction and the distance he'll travel this time, he may never find his home again. "Just know that Tails at least saw you once in his life."
Motus suddenly remembered something important, mentally cursing himself for nearly forgetting. "I nearly forgot all my treasure I collected over the years. I will need to leave something for Tails when I have to go, plus I'll have to compensate whatever humans help me." Motus quietly went inside the cave, all the way to the back, and searched for his so-named treasure.
"Ah, here it is." Somewhere in the back of the cave he picked up what appeared to be a black backpack. "I would never forgive myself if I forgot this backpack. This holds everything that I've ever collected." He hooked the backpack over his front leg that isn't holding the child, pulling it up high enough so it doesn't fall off as easily. "One day everything I own will belong to you, Tails."
He walked out of the cave slowly, so the backpack doesn't fall off. He started flapping his wings to slowly pick up off the ground, and lifted the leg with the backpack up to Tails to ensure neither Tails nor the backpack fell and that the wind didn't bother Tails. He flew up and over the mountain, away from the forest.
On the other side of the mountain was kilometers of grasslands. Motus turned his head around to get one last look at the forest and the mountain. The forest was a considerable size, but not particularly big, and was surround by the mountain in a crescent-moon shape. "I'll find a new home, an even better one. One where I can teach as much as possible to Tails."
Motus flew for a while, searching for any humans that could help him, until he saw a small farm. He decided to see if someone was there that could help him, and slowly descended back to the ground. He made sure not to make too much noise, so he wouldn't scare anyone.
He quietly landed a few meters away from the house, making sure to avoid the crops, and silently walked to the house, using the leg with the backpack again. He lightly knocked on the door, so he wouldn't break it and so it sounds as human as possible. "Hello! Is anyone home?"
From within the house came a rather old male voice. "I'm coming now, just hold on a second."
Motus now started to panic. What if they became afraid if they saw him and ran away, and what if they took Tails with them. He did the only thing he could think of. "Please, don't come out. You must promise me that you won't be afraid, first."
"Well, if you're trying to convince someone there's no reason to be afraid, that isn't what you'd want to say," the old man retorted. "That would make them think there is actually a reason to be afraid."
"Well, there probably is a reason to be afraid, but I'm not here to hurt anyone. In fact, I'm here to ask for help." Motus was hoping he would believe him and not be afraid.
"Don't worry, boy. I'm old enough to know not to judge people on what they appear to be, but instead by what they do." The old man was sure he wouldn't be afraid.
"Sorry, sir, but that's where the problem is. I'm not a boy. In fact, I'm most likely even older than you," Motus responded. He knew the old man didn't know what was on the other side of the door.
"Don't worry, sonny. No matter what or who you are, we'll help you. We can't say no to someone that needs help," said a old female voice from further in the house.
'Of course it's an old couple. Thank goodness. As far as I know, old couples are generally very kind,' Motus thought to himself. "Well, if you insist that you won't be afraid, let me just tell you what I am before you open the door. I'm a dragon."
"I never thought a dragon would come ask us for help," the old man calmly said.
"So you really aren't afraid, even while knowing I'm a dragon?" Motus asked, a bit shocked by how trusting the couple is.
"Of course we are a little. But you said you need help, so we will help," the old lady said, making Motus happy that humans can be so kind.
"Ok. Thank you. I'll just back away from the door now, so you don't have to look right at me immediately after opening the door." Motus slowly moved backwards, still making sure to avoid the crops and that Tails doesn't fall.
From behind the door emerged an old man and an old woman. 'They look in their 60's,' Motus thought to himself.
"Wow, so that's what a dragon really looks like," the old woman gasped. "He's beautiful."
"He really is," the old man responded. "I'm sorry, let us introduce ourselves. I'm Ren Silverheart, and this is my wife, Vale Silverheart."
"Nice to meet both of you," Motus said. "I'm Motus, and this is Tails." Motus lowered his leg he was holding Tails with, revealing Tails to the old couple.
"A child?" Vale gasped. "May I hold him?"
"Go right ahead," Motus replied, holding Tails in a way that Vale could pick him up.
"I see you named him appropriately," Ren said, noticing the cat-tail and cat-ears. "How old is he?"
"I don't know exactly," Motus said honestly. "He looks about a week old. I found him this morning in the forest where I lived. Someone had abandoned him. This is why I need your help, I don't know enough about humans to raise him. I have no idea what to even feed him."
As if on cue, Tails woke up and started crying. "There, there little Tails, I know exactly what you need. I got some goat's milk in the house," Vale said, walking inside to go feed Tails, and reassuring Motus that they can help him.
"Thank you so much for helping me," Motus said. "I'm afraid I didn't know what to do otherwise."
"It's our pleasure," Ren replied. "What kind of people would we be if we didn't help someone that needed help, human or otherwise," he said smiling. "Now, I couldn't help but notice you didn't tell us your surname?"
"Oh, that's because I don't have one," Motus said nonchalantly.
"How can you not have a surname?" Ren gasped, shocked that even a dragon, as great as he is, doesn't have a surname.
"I don't know actually," Motus replied, thinking hard about why he never had one. "I guess I just never needed one. Dragons generally don't care about surnames. As long as we have a name to call you by, we're happy."
"Well, you're more than welcome to use ours. By the looks of things, you're going to need all the help we can give, so you're probably going to become like a son to us," Ren said, smiling at the the thought of a dragon continuing the Silverheart family name.
"Motus Silverheart," Motus said to himself, smiling like only a dragon could. "I definitely like the sound of that." Suddenly Motus became serious. "But there is something I need to tell you. I need to leave in less than three months."
"What do you mean you have to leave?" Ren was now confused. 'Why does he have to leave, and what about Tails', he thought.
"I have to leave. The dragons have decided that we will remove our influence from Earthland and wait to see how you humans will do without us. Unfortunately, I don't have a choice." Motus was sad about leaving. He had just found a human he could train, but he isn't allowed to stay and train him.
"So when exactly do you have to leave?"
"The 7th of July X777."
"And what about Tails? You can't just leave the poor child. He may not know you directly, but he will feel that you were there and then not anymore."
"I will find a way to leave and stay here at the same time. I have an idea of how I can do that, but I will have to test and perfect it. I just hope it works, because I really don't want to leave Tails."
"Be at two places at the same time?" Ren gasped, shocked at the idea of being in two places at once. "Is that even possible?"
"That is what I will have to find out. I meant to ask you, Tails isn't abnormal, is he?" Motus asked, hopeful that Tails wouldn't be considered a freak of nature.
Ren's face turned serious, but he remained calm at the same time. "I will be honest with you, he is very different from the humans considered normal. But he has nothing to worry about. He will find a way to live with society. That's why you came here after all. And one day when he is old enough, he should find and join the guild Fairy Tail. I hear they treat each other like family." Ren smiled, reassuring Motus it really is alright.
"Thank you. You are right, he will be fine. I will find a way to stay, teach him my magic, and he will make friends and help people," Motus said, smiling confidently. "I sense quite a lot of magic power in him for his age, but it seems half of it is being suppressed for some reason." Motus frowned a bit, wondering why it was suppressed.
"It won't put him in danger, would it?" Ren was a bit worried for the safety of Tails.
"No, it won't put him in danger. In fact, the suppression is saving his life. His body wouldn't be able to handle his full magic power yet, and it would've released everything at once."
"Thankfully it's suppressed then," Ren said, relieved that Tails will be safe. "While we're on the subject of magic, each dragon has magic based on an element, right?"
"The chances of any dragon having the same element as another dragon is very slim, but possible. Our very existence is based off our elements. We are, at the very core, our element personified. At least, that's just one of my theories," Motus said, laughing at how serious he was about the subject.
"In that case, what is your element?" Vale asked, walking out of the house with Tails in her arms, sleeping yet again.
"I am Motus Silverheart, the Kinetic Dragon, controller of all motion," Motus said, proud of his title.
Vale glared at her husband, mentally asking why Motus used their surname. Ren gave a pleading chuckle, trying to sound casual but failing. "I said he could use our surname, since he didn't have one."
Author's note: I'm sorry if a few bits sounded a bit too cheesy or like the work of an amateur. I don't want to say too much, but the next chapter is where Tails joins Fairy Tail.
Chapter 3: Destiny Is Gone