When Acnologia began charging his final roar in the ravines of time, Natsu, Gajeel, Wendy, Cobra, Sting, Rouge, and Laxus put all their remaining power into a combined attack for Natsu. In doing so, the two blasts collided and Acnologia was killed… but instead of being sent back to their Guilds, the seven dragon slayers were sucked into an Animus, the process destroying the dragonification antibodies and Natsu's Demon Seed, leaving only the Dragon Seed to reform. Waking up on the shoreline of an island with crumbling ruins and tales of burnt history and deasth, a story we all know becomes obsolete in the span of four years of training and suddenly finding out the consequences of Dragon Slayer Magic. Now, Dragon Slayers-turned-Dragon and Dragon Rider must work together if they are to save one world and return to another, if there even is a way to do the latter.

This is an Inheritance Cycle xover with Fairy Tail. Natsu, Cobra, Sting, Rouge, Gajeel, Laxus, and Wendy are sent to Alagaësia when they defeated Acnologia in the Ravines of Time. They wash up on Vroengard Island four and a half years before the events of Eragon take place and spend the next said amount of years training and honing their skills so they can survive in this new world. As it implies in the summary, the seven Dragon Slayers go through the process of Dragonification anyways due to the Animus wiping the Dragonification Antibodies from their magical cores, and something enhancing the process being on the island.

ALL the Dragon Slayers will be slightly OOC, so be prepared for a kill-willing Wendy, a more serious kill-willing Natsu, and a more trusting Cobra/Erik.

Now, I hope you enjoy the new story!

Waves lapped at the shoreline of black sand as seven figures in heavy bandages and torn clothes lie motionless in the surf. They are a rather peculiar group, wearing clothing and owning appearances that no one else in the known world did. In the distance, the mainland was visible as a thin black line on the horizon.

And while some would find the sound of lapping waves soothing, for one of the strangers to Alagaësia, it was rather bothersome.

"Uuugh… too loud…"

A man with pink hair, of all colors, twitches as he mumbles his irritation to the uncouth awakening, the dirtied white scale-patterned scarf ruffling in the breeze as bandaged arms still caked with drying blood struggle to push their owner upright. Sleepy green eyes blink slowly as the environment around them comes into focus, nose twitching and ears honing into the strange new sounds.

Then the man's eyes widen as he lays them on his companions.

"Oh, no… Hey! Wendy, wake up! Rustbucket, Thunder-Thighs, you too! Sting, everyone! C'mon!"

Natsu Dragneel shook his companions awake, ignoring their grumblings from being pulled from whatever dreams or void they were residing in. "Keep it down Salamander," Gajeel Redfox grunted, shoving Natsu away gracelessly and rolling over to face the opposite direction. "M' tryna' sleep."

Natsu lit a hand on fire and punched his Iron counterpart in the gut, successfully waking him up fully. "Now you awake, Buckethead?"

A weak hum made the two men stop fighting before it actually broke out, concern for the youngest of the group pulling them up short. "N-Natsu? Gajeel? Where are we?" Wendy Marvel blinked tangerine eyes open, sleepiness weighing her gaze as she looked around.

"Wherever it is," their final party member, Laxus Dreyer, grunted, awake himself and sitting up cautiously. "It's not the Ravines…"

Erik, awoken by the noise Natsu made, tilted his head, ears twitching as he listened intently. "There are n other people here except for us…" he said quietly.

Natsu's eyes narrowed, turning to their Shadow Dragon Slayer. Rouge Cheney was glaring at the shadows of the forest behind them, red eyes narrowed in concentration. "You sense it too, huh?" Natsu asked, making them either snap out of their drowsiness or their eyes to sharpen.

"Yeah…" Rouge muttered, shifting on his feet as he made to stand.

"We went through an Anima… but this world isn't Edolas," Wendy said, hands on the sand and her expression concentrated. "There's still magic, but it's almost, foreign," Natsu agreed, but Laxus looked lost. "What are you talking about? The heck's an 'Edolas'?" Gajeel waved the older man off. "It's a story and a half we can tell ya later." He said. "But right now, we need to figure out where the heck we are."

Natsu stood, sand falling from the creases in his clothes, and faced inland, his seven dragon slayer companions following his lead almost instinctively.

"Well," he mused, glancing back at his friends- yes, friends, all of them; Erik denied in in the Ravines but you don't simply fight a murderous black dragon of the apocalypse and walk away without a new friendship from the wones you fought alongside. "There's only one place to go- forward." Natsu glanced over at his fellow Dragon Slayers, a smile on his lips as he brought up the morale.

"We figure out where we are, we roll with it, and if there's a way, we find a way home." Knowing smirks and grins were exchanged, the seven knowing they would do what they did best, and with that, the group all stood and faced the unknown, stepping bravely into the dense, dark forests beyond.

They had traveled fast over several ours when they saw their first clue that this place was wrong.

"Salamander." Gajeel's tone was tense as he pressed a calloused hand over Wendy's eyes. The Iron Dragon Slayer was taunt as a rubber band while Natsu was shaking with fury, Sting was eyeing the thing they came across in horror, Rouge had gasped, and Erik was shock still. Before them was a massive pile of bones, still held together even with how old they obviously were. Lichen was already forming on the off-white ivory, but it was no stretch of the imagination that this creature was a dragon… and it had been killed.

Laxus' and Erik's eyes were wide, staring up at the skeleton in awe and fear. This could have been what Salamander and the others were raised by. Such a creature being brought down and left to rot seemed disrespectful, even to one with a Dragon Lacrima implanted into them.

Natsu took a breath, trying to calm down, before his eye caught something else. Buried in the lichen under where the Dragon's chest would be, was a set of old, completely rusted armor. Sticking out of the dirt beside it was the handle of a sword, an amethyst embedded into the pommel.

Flames rushed from Natsu's clenched teeth when he realized what they had stumbled upon- a Dragon Killing.

To the five who had been raised by dragons, seeing the late aftermath of such an action was sickening, even if that was what their magic was built upon on principle. They were raised by dragons to kill dragons, after all… but even so, they would never dream of harming one unless it was Acnologia, or they had no choice.

In the end, though, they had to move forwards- they couldn't change the past, and with night quickly approaching they couldn't afford to be caught in an unknown place out in the open.

"Come on," Natsu grunted. "We need to get moving."

None of the older Dragon Slayers asked why he had to be in charge, even as the ones who were younger or around the same age due to the seven-year time hold followed his lead- some deep instinct told them that Natsu was the best choice for their leader.

After the grisly discovery, the group had quickened their pace, but night fell over the island soon, almost too quickly. Setting up camp was a silent affair, and while Gajeel, Erik, and Rouge took it upon themselves to head out and look for food, Natsu, Sting, and Laxus set up a perimeter while Wendy kept watch. Though the three hunters came back empty-handed in the ways of meat, they had managed to scrounge up some berries and roots that looked familiar enough to be tested for edibility.

After having the items passed around, conversation rising and falling like the campfire Natsu created for them, Laxus leaned back, looking up at the unfamiliar sky. The stars were strange, the wind smelled strange, hell, even the earth felt different. Grey eyes lowered to the small group he found himself part of, watching as Natsu and Sting tried to egg Gajeel into an argument, Rouge and Wendy tried to placate the situation, and Cobra grumbling about them being too loud. The Lightning Dragon huffed, feeling his lips quirk up into a small smirk. There were worse people to be stuck with in a strange world, he supposed.

Out of all of them, in terms of raw power and ability, Natsu was a tier above them all, seeing as he had defeated each and every one of them in their fights (save for Wendy)… but despite what everyone in the Guild believes about the Fire Dragon pulling through in difficult binds, the Salamander was just one man, and as Natsu had said during their conversations while setting up camp, no dragon gets far on their own, which is what Thunders and Nests were for. Looking over at Wendy, Sting, Rouge, Erik, and Gajeel, they seemed to be thinking the same thing he was, and gave the Lightning Dragon subtle nods.

While Natsu was their Alpha, he wouldn't be alone in protecting them. they would protect each other, no matter what.

Seven signatures… ***, they are different.

Yes… souls of dragons, but their bodies are human. What are they? Who are they?

We know not the ways of magic, ingrained into us as it is, *****… . They are strange, but they could be blessings in disguise. However, the question is, what shall we do about it?

They may be the key to killing the Oath Breaker, give them the ability to help when the time is right.

The power of the dragons, different as it may be, flows through them, through their blood.

Yes, especially the one who has fire in his blood…he reminds me of my old friend, so very long ago- the Wild Dragon King was a force of nature, even to the end.

…Then, shall we extend our touch and give them what they require to survive and rise?

How long will it take if we do?

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Two years at maximum.

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Then let us begin…