The air was alive with excitement as the villagers eagerly anticipated the arrival of the bride and her entourage. Children, dressed in vibrant traditional garments, weaved through the crowd, their laughter blending with the joyful melodies of the drums and flutes. The scent of freshly bloomed flowers filled the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of the cooking meats that sizzled over the open fire.
Every house in the village seemed to come alive, adorned with colourful tapestries and intricately handcrafted decorations. The walls were adorned with vibrant paintings depicting ancient tales and legends, showcasing the rich cultural heritage of the Dranex tribe. Delicate lanterns hung from the eaves, casting a soft, warm glow upon the village square as the sun peaked behind the mountains, painting the sky with hues of orange and gold.
The arch at the north part of the square stood as a majestic centrepiece, its ornate design symbolizing the union of two souls. Golden strands cascaded down from its apex, entwined with intricate patterns of red and gold fabric. The flowers, carefully handpicked for their vibrant colours and intoxicating scents, adorned the arch in a breathtaking display of nature's beauty.
As Igneel stood near the arch, his ceremonial attire shimmered in the golden light. The white robes draped his tall, imposing frame, accentuating the powerful presence he commanded as the leader of the clan. The ancestral gold jewellery passed down through generations, gleamed against his bronzed skin, each piece a testament to the legacy he carried and the responsibilities he upheld.
The tattoos etched across Igneel's body told the story of his lineage. The intricate dragon design, stretching across his back, symbolized strength, wisdom, and protection. Other symbols of blessings and ancient rituals adorned his chest, showcasing the rituals and customs that had shaped the Dranex tribe for centuries. But it was the tattoo over his heart, the one he bore in unity with Grandeen, that held the most significance—a symbol of their eternal bond and commitment to each other.
"Papa, they're almost here!" His daughter's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, as she rushed to his side, leaving behind her playmates.
"Let's go dear, it'll be a long day." Picking his daughter up, reminded him that she wasn't that young anymore, and neither was he or his wife that greeted him with the most beautiful smile. For him she was the picture of perfection, its the moment of his existence he fell more and more in love. Seeing her draped in all whites and with all her gold jewellery gave him the urge to hoard her, worship her, and a proud grin decorated his face seeing the symbol of their union above her heart. Letting down his daughter he kissed his wife. How he hoped his son would find the same happiness with his bride as he did with Grandeen.
"Where is Natsu?" He questioned as the first men of the entourage crossed the gate of their village. Looking around he couldn't spot the characteristic pink of his son's hair. The arrival of Lucy's procession was announced by a chorus of excited whispers and gasps from the awaiting villagers. Silver, accompanied by Gray, led the procession on their magnificent wild horses. Lyon and Makarov had not joined them on this trip since someone had to stay behind to care for the tribe. The horses, adorned with intricate leatherwork and colourful feathers, moved with a grace that mirrored the pride of their riders.
Ignia joined them, dressed too in ceremonial attire. "Brooding in his new home." It was a tradition for the groom to build a new house for him and his bride. A symbol of the expansion of their village and the desire of the couple to start a life in union and a family. His son had at least accepted to build a house, even though he opposed the wedding. His friends had helped him and the women of the village had decorated it for the celebrations today. Natsu spent half a moon brooding inside after it was finished. The two had not spoken much after their argument.
"Maybe someone should fetch him?" As the newcomers came closer the music got louder and the villagers lined up to catch a glimpse of the bride. Igneel was impressed by their attire, lined with animal furs and colours much darker than their vibrant reds. It looked heavy and maybe a bit warm for the brightly shining sun above them. At least fifteen men were accompanying them all in horses two of which were dragging a cart full of gifts behind them.
And then, at the heart of it all, was the bride-to-be, like a radiant star illuminating the darkening sky. Her figure was veiled in a gossamer fabric, its weight concealing her attire and features from prying eyes. Only her eyes, sparkling with anticipation, were visible, drawing the gaze of those who eagerly awaited her unveiling. Her stance on her horse was graceful, even powerful Igneel could note.
As the Stellans made their way through the village, their steps were accompanied by the melodic chants of the villagers, their voices blending harmoniously. Petals of various flowers, hand-picked from the mountainside, were scattered in their path, creating a fragrant carpet that symbolized blessings and good fortune.
The villagers, young and old, lined the streets, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and reverence. Whispers of anticipation swept through the crowd, each person eagerly awaiting the moment when Lucy's veil would be lifted.
Just as he was about to call for someone to fetch his son, Igneel saw him exiting his house. Dressed in vibrant red tones and golden jewellery, wedding colours symbolising love and devotion. The dragon tattoo that adorned his arm symbolized his lineage and strength, while the flames that decorated his torso reflected his passionate spirit.
As the men of Silver's tribe dismounted their horses, their eyes fell upon Igneel, recognizing his noble bearing and the air of authority that surrounded him. Igneel's every step was resolute, his shoulders squared, and his expression filled with a mix of determination and concern.
Silver, standing at the forefront of the gathering, observed Igneel's approach. A glimmer of understanding passed between the two leaders, as they shared a mutual understanding of the challenges that lay ahead. Though their roles differed, they both carried the responsibility of ensuring the prosperity and harmony of their people. "Igneel old friend!" Silver's heavy accent echoed through the village, as the two leaders exchanged a hug.
"It's been a long time, Silver!" As the man moved on to greet Grandeen, Igneel shook hands with his sons. "It's a pleasure to have you here."
"An honour it is. Here is my youngest son, Gray." As the man presented his youngest heir, everyone's attention was moved to the woman dismounting her horse. "And this is Lucy, our priestess." As the woman moved, Igneel was sure she at least had piqued Natsu's curiosity. His son was looking at her, a bit puzzled, but at least he was looking.
"An honour to be accepted into your family." If common was the only tongue she spoke then it will surely be a problem with his son, who never managed to learn it.
"It is my family's honour to accept you in our village under the union of both of our clans." He made sure to emphasize his point, repeating it both in common and on his tongue. It earned a cheer from both clans as the drums picked up again their rhythm. He introduced her to the rest of his family before her future husband. "Let me introduce my son, Natsu." Moving aside he motioned for his son to step forward, which he did if not rather hesitant.
Lucy inclined her head respectfully, her veil partially obscuring her face but unable to hide the spark of intrigue in her eyes. The subtle rise and fall of her breath indicated a mixture of nerves and determination. Natsu, despite his reservations, found himself captivated by Lucy's presence. Her enigmatic allure stirred a sense of curiosity within him, igniting a spark of anticipation for the journey they were embarking on together.
With a firm grasp, they held each other's hands. The contrast between their skin tones—his bronzed and hers fair—seemed to symbolize the merging of their worlds, two distinct individuals finding common ground. Lucy noted how calloused his hands felt, a hard-working man indeed. If she could judge by only his physic, maybe a skilled warrior too, lean yet with a powerful stance.
Satisfied with the connection formed, Igneel addressed them both. "May this union bring prosperity and harmony to our tribes." Silver echoed this sentiment to his men, who cheered along with the other villagers. "I suggest we head to our home; we have prepared a feast to celebrate the union."
Before the festivities could commence, Silver, the leader of Lucy's tribe, suggested they change into more appropriate attire. Gray and Laxus flanked Lucy, their protective stance evident as they positioned themselves on either side of her.
As Igneel guided the guests to the prepared accommodations, Natsu observed the interactions between the tribes. He noticed the stern look of a blond man; his gaze seemingly protective of Lucy. It was a reminder that the merging of clans was not without its complexities, and that trust and understanding would need to be cultivated between them.
Natsu shot Ignia a wary look, fully aware of his brother's penchant for mischief. Ignia's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he stepped closer to Natsu, a sly grin playing on his lips.
"Not bad, little brother," Ignia teased, his voice laced with amusement. "You've managed to secure yourself a beautiful bride. She seems quite... captivating under that veil. I wonder what lies beneath."
Natsu clenched his fists, trying to keep his temper in check. He knew Ignia's intentions all too well, and he wouldn't let his brother's taunting get the best of him. "Watch your words, Ignia," Natsu warned, his voice tinged with irritation. "Lucy is not some object for you to ogle at."
Ignia chuckled, unfazed by Natsu's warning. "A bit of playful banter won't hurt, will it? After all, I'm just trying to lighten the mood. You seem so tense."
Natsu's jaw tightened, his gaze unwavering. "I don't need your antics, Ignia. This union is important."
Ignia's eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and defiance. He enjoyed pushing Natsu's buttons, testing his patience at every turn. "Already marriage made you more serious Natsu," Ignia remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't worry, little brother. I won't ruin your precious union. I'll be on my best behaviour... for now."
Natsu's resolve hardened as he locked eyes with Ignia. He knew his brother's words were laced with hidden intentions. "Just remember, Ignia," Natsu replied, his voice firm and unwavering. "Lucy is off-limits. I won't tolerate any disrespect. This is a sacred union, and I expect you to treat it as such."
Ignia's smirk widened, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Oh, Natsu, you're no fun. But I'll play along... for now." With that, Ignia turned on his heels, striding away with a lingering chuckle. Natsu watched him go, a mix of frustration and determination surging through him.
"Natsu," Grandeen called out softly, her voice carrying a soothing tone. "Are you alright, my dear?"
Natsu turned to face her, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his face. He ran a hand through his unruly hair, attempting to gather his thoughts. "Ignia... he's always trying to rile me up," Natsu admitted, his voice tinged with exasperation.
Grandeen approached him, her gentle eyes filled with wisdom and understanding. She placed a comforting hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring smile. "Ignia has always been mischievous, my dear," Grandeen said, her voice filled with warmth. "But he is also your brother. Remember that he cares for you, even if his ways of showing it are unconventional."
Natsu sighed, realizing the truth in Grandeen's words. He had grown up with Ignia, and despite their differences, there was an unbreakable bond between them. "You're right, Mother," Natsu admitted.
Grandeen nodded, her expression filled with pride. "Indeed, my dear." Taking him by the hand she led him towards their house. They had prepared a feast for their guests, to welcome them into the village and have Lucy and Natsu interact a bit before the other celebrations and the ceremony.
Stepping into their house they were greeted by a wide circle of their guests and their family mingling together. The main room of the house was arranged so that the tables created a circle, a symbol of equality and union in their tribe. "Now, go seat with your bride." Her hushed whisper made Natsu sigh, as the two moved to sit with the others. Grandeen smiled warmly at her husband, accepting his offered hand as she lowered herself to seat on the ground.
Natsu wanted to kick Ignia, the man winking teasingly before scouting away from Lucy. He didn't know how he would survive the whole time, next to a stranger and his infuriating brother. Offering a smile at the still-veiled woman, he wondered how she would eat with it still on. "Don't you want to take it off?" A flicker of wonder crossed her eyes before her eyes darted to Silver.
"Vor'gorlum braskothan grothum vrok'karthum." Their language was harsh, the sounds deep and guttural. Natsu hoped it was just a translation of his own words and not them making fun of him.
Lucy's brows furrowed as she considered the question. "Kar'grum gorthum kor'drokathrok kra'vark'krothar." Looking back at her soon-to-be husband, she wondered if their language barrier would cause an even bigger rift between them.
"It's a tradition for the couple to cover up when in public two days before the wedding. The veil shows everyone that they're not for anyone else's eyes to admire." Silver tried to explain to the best of his ability. It has been some time since he last spoke their tongue. "The veils are removed once we're married or if inside our house."
"Then she can surely remove it here." Ignia's smile was hidden behind his cup as he took a sip of his wine. His eyes travelled from the troubled look of Lucy to the irritation of his father and brother. "Krothar'grothum krak'drokathrok kra'vorlak, vrok'grum?" He may have not practised Stellan in a while, but by the look of the Stellans' faces he had at least conveyed his thought correctly. If it was her new home now, she could surely show herself
"Ignia stop." Natsu didn't know what his brother said. The heated looks Gray and Laxus were sending him, were a sign it was not something light.
"If she wants, she can remove it." Silver's booming voice filled the room. "But it is her choice to honour our traditions." Even with his broken accent, his tone didn't leave room to oppose him. Laxus was translating what Silver said to Lucy, her expression neutral as she took everything in. It was obvious Ignia was trying to reel Natsu up. Why she didn't know, maybe she would learn as time flew by. The man was right though, she was inside the house of the family she would soon be part of.
With newfound determination, Lucy lifted her hand to her veil, hesitating only for a brief moment. As she began to unveil herself, the anticipation in the room grew, and all eyes were fixed upon her. Laxus's hand on her knee was enough to know that she had her family's support in all this.
One by one, the delicate layers of fabric slipped away, revealing Lucy's face to the world. Her eyes, shining with resilience and grace, met the gazes of those around her. There was a collective gasp, followed by a hushed silence as her beauty radiated through the room. The tension in the air eased, replaced by a sense of awe and admiration. It was as if time stood still for Natsu.
Igneel's expression softened as he beheld his soon-to-be daughter, his heart filled with a mixture of pride and admiration. He nodded approvingly, acknowledging Lucy's choice to trust them in this journey. "Astavara." Grandeen's whisper truly described the woman before them. In the common tongue, it would translate as 'star kissed'.
Natsu could feel Ignia poking him on his side to draw his attention, yet his eyes were only focused on the woman next to him. He could admit any moment that she was captivating. Her hair looked like a river of gold and the dragon within him purred in a mix of satisfaction and a need to hoard her. In their tribe didn't exist people with a fair complexion, so it was both strange yet so fitting for her. She looked delicate.
"Krothar'brak'thar vrok'grothum, kra'vorthum." Her light laugh drew him out of his trance. He did not understand what she said, but it lightened the glare her clansmen were sending him. A win for him.
"She said that at least you're attracted to her." For once Ignia did not try to provoke him. Maybe it was because he felt enamoured by the woman in front of him.
"Kalara davi yara naela narana wina, sarala niwara." Natsu had turned fully to address his bride. He didn't want her to believe that he would be so shallow as to focus only on her appearance. Looking deep into her eyes, he hoped she saw his sincerity as her brother translated his words. There are far more many aspects and qualities to appreciate beyond her beauty and he could swear on that.
Lucy's lips pulled into a small smile hearing the translations. Their language was captivating, so lyrical and light. She hadn't had the chance to learn it but she promised to make an effort and try. "Vor'krak'drokathrok."
Laxus' translation was easy on the ears so she attempted to repeat saying 'thank you'. "Nandara." It did bring a smile to her fiancé's face. It was an interesting development as the only expression he wore throughout their meeting was one of dread and worry.
The dinner proceeded in a lively atmosphere, filled with laughter, music, and the aroma of delicious food. Lucy found herself at some point seated between Natsu and Grandeen, the matriarch of the Dranex tribe. Despite the initial tension, the conversation flowed naturally, aided by Grandeen's warmth and wisdom.
Lucy listened intently as Grandeen shared stories of the tribe's history, their ancestral traditions, and the significance of the upcoming union. The elder woman's words carried a profound sense of reverence for their heritage, and Lucy couldn't help but be captivated by the rich tapestry of their culture. It was sad thinking the two couldn't talk without someone translating, so far only Igneel and Ignia were capable of holding a conversation on her tongue.
Amidst the feast, the drums and flutes continued to weave enchanting melodies, filling the air with a sense of celebration and joy. Natsu and Lucy stole glances at each other throughout the evening, their eyes filled with a growing connection and understanding.
"I believe it's time to rest." Igneel's suggestion was followed by a round of agreement as they thought of the upcoming festivities tomorrow. The Dranex tribe members made their way to their offered accommodations, eager to rest and prepare for the grand celebration that awaited them on the following day.
As they strolled through the village, Laxus couldn't help but cast worried glances towards his sister, Lucy. Concern etched across his face, he found a moment to speak privately with her, away from prying ears. "Lucy," Laxus began, his voice laced with genuine concern. "This union, it's a heavy burden. Are you truly ready for all this?"
Lucy met her brother's gaze, understanding the depth of his worries. She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "I know this path may not be easy, but I've come to accept it."
Laxus sighed, his worry not easily assuaged. "I know you're strong, Lucy. But I'm your brother, it's my duty to protect you."
Lucy nodded, her expression was both determined and thoughtful. "I know." Smiling softly, she hoped to ease her brother's worry. "The stars though have paved a path for me that I need to follow. I'm a priestess and I must abide by the wishes of those above me."
Laxus's gaze softened, yet concern was still evident in his eyes. "I just want to make sure you're truly happy with this decision. The stars are not something you can't defy; you can set your path if you want to. They don't know everything."
"That is blasphemy Laxus. Remember who you're talking to." Lucy's brows furrowed hearing Laxus's words. She had devoted her whole life to the worship of the stars, in the role entrusted to her by her mother. A role all the women of their family carried and would keep on carrying after her.
"Sorry..." Sighing he knew he couldn't change her mind. Although he didn't like it this was the moment, he had to realise his little sister was capable of making her own decisions. Drawing her in a hug, he tried calming his worries.
They continued their walk, their conversation weaving between light-hearted moments and deeper reflections. Laxus' worries didn't completely dissipate, but he found solace in knowing that Lucy possessed the strength and determination to navigate the road ahead.
As the two returned towards their logins, Lucy was still feeling restless. Seeing Laxus disappear into his cabin, she took solace in the tranquillity of the sleeping village. The moon was high in the sky, its light guiding her path through her new home. Along with the stars they paved her way towards the port. It was the first time she saw the sea so close. It was mesmerising how it captured every single reflection of the stars above. Seeking solace and guidance, she knelt closing her eyes to pray.
With her hands clasped tightly together, Lucy whispered words of devotion and supplication to the celestial bodies above. She felt the gentle breeze rustling, a soothing caress upon her cheeks as if nature itself was listening to her plea.
Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the underlying doubts and fears that lingered within her heart. "I seek your protection, as I embark on this journey. I humbly ask for your guidance and blessings on this eve of my union. May our path be one of understanding and respect." She didn't dare pray for love; it was something no one could promise her she will have in this marriage. An attraction for sure was there, but feelings were hard to navigate between strangers. Only time could tell that.
As she prayed, she was unaware of a pair of eyes watching her. Natsu, hidden behind a wall, watched her closely as she prayed. His eyes traced her delicate silhouette, her every movement captivating his attention. Lucy's radiant presence glowed against the backdrop of the serene night.
Natsu's heart stirred seeing her so vulnerable and alone in an unknown place. He could admit she was brave to trust her surroundings so easily. Alone in his village and she didn't think that not many spoke her tongue or even common. Natsu felt a connection to her in that solitary moment. He saw a glimpse of the woman he was about to marry, someone with a profound spirit, and a determination to honour her duties.
A soft breeze gently tousled Lucy's hair, as if nature itself acknowledged her devotion. Natsu found himself captivated by her every move, her essence was radiant even in the darkness. He couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration and respect for the woman he was destined to share his life with.
As Lucy concluded her prayer and began her graceful departure from the spot, Natsu's gaze lingered for a moment longer. It would be better to follow her silently, make sure nothing happened just a night before their marriage. He was not pleased by this forced union, but he promised to provide his bride with every comfort. It was the least he could do to make this union easy for them both. The image of Lucy, bathed in moonlight remained etched in his mind, as she disappeared in her cabin.
A/N Hope you enjoyed the chapter, we're just one week away before the story comes to an end.
It's been an interesting writing journey for me so far. Can't wait to share the next chapter with you!
Love,
Melpomene
