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A/N: Yo, what's up. I was bored, and I decided to write a story about Irene. It's mostly just going to be many random short stories about family and all that good stuff. If you have any ideas for stories, make sure to comment down below. As always, enjoy the show.

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Wendy has a nightmare

It was late at night, and Irene was having a great time reading. Since she was mostly busy every day, the evening provided the best opportunity to enjoy herself. Her favorite book at the moment was about two heavenly maidens who fought each other over a man. In her opinion, it was quite a beautiful tale. She also enjoyed great stories with chilled wine.

Her long silky scarlet hair, which was usually nicely braided, was loose, and she was just wearing an oversized button-up shirt as her nightwear. Irene giggled and crossed her shapely thighs as she read on.

Irene's oldest daughter, Erza, often asked her why she read such books, to which she simply responded that it was merely for entertainment.

As she sipped her wine, Irene heard a gentle knock on the door and whimpers and soft crying. "It's open," she called out. Her bedroom door opened and at the frame stood her youngest daughter, Wendy.

Wait, did she forget to mention that she had a second child? Well, she has six. Either way, Irene has quite a big family. All whom she loves very much with all her heart. She has two daughters and four rowdy sons. And as much trouble as they may cause her, nothing will ever change her love for them.

Wendy was the youngest of the six. She is only four years old, and she was, in Irene's own words, "The most adorable little girl ever!"

Little Wendy clutched her stuffed white kitty as she cried. "Mommy!" she cried out as tears poured down her face.

Irene set her book down on her night table and opened her arms. Little Wendy ran to embrace her mom, and Irene cradled the little girl against her chest.

"Wendy, what's wrong?" she softly asked.

*Sniff* "I had a scary dream."

"Aww, don't worry, Mommy is here," she cooed. She lifted Wendy onto the bed. Irene gently laid her down and draped the blankets over them.

The little girl hugged her mom tightly, still frightened by her nightmare. Irene smiled as she gently stroked Wendy's short dark blue hair.

Wendy was prone to having nightmares, so quite often, the little girl would come crying in the middle of the night. Irene tried many methods to help Wendy. Irene had used nightlights, reading happy bedtime stories, lots of cuddling, and even spending the night in Wendy's bed. But nothing seemed to work. She always had bad dreams.

The last time Wendy had a scary dream was because her idiot but loveable brother Natsu thought it would be a brilliant idea to read her a horror novel as a bedtime story.

"Can you tell me what you saw in your dream?"

Wendy looked up and stared into her mom's eyes. The poor girl was shaking. It honestly broke Irene's heart to see her little girl so frightened.

*Whimper* "A scary winged monster was chasing me."

'The winged monster' was quite a recurring element in Wendy's nightmares. Irene sadly knew who this 'monster' was. It was the Sky Dragon Grandeeney who had given her Wendy before disappearing.

Grandeeney had found Wendy amongst the burnt ruins of a village. At the time, Wendy couldn't have been more than five months old. The Sky Dragon watched and cared for Wendy until eventually, Irene stumbled upon them during her travels.

Grandeeney felt Irene's immense power and came to understand that she was a dragon slayer. After talking, the dragon entrusted Wendy to Irene. But before Grandeeney left, she gave Wendy a parting gift. The gift of Sky Dragon Slayer Magic. Irene would tell Wendy the truth one day, but for now, she was still too young.

Irene gently stroked Wendy's head as the little girl snuggled against her for comfort. After a short while, Wendy stopped shaking and had calmed down. After a scary dream, Wendy always felt warm and safe when she laid next to her mom.

Irene leaned to whisper into Wendy's ear. "I will always protect you from any scary monsters, Wendy."

Wendy slowly looked up as she clutched her stuffed cat. "You promise?"

Irene chuckled. "Yes, I promise."

The little girl smiled and closed her eyes before snuggling deeper. And very quickly, she had fallen asleep. For the rest of the night, Wendy's dreamt of nothing but her favorites candies and cake.

Irene took this moment to admire her daughter. Wendy was such a kind little thing. She loved to play and cared very much for family and animals. She had heard from her daycare instructor that Wendy would often use her magic to heal her playmates' cuts and scrapes.

That itself was kind of a funny thought for Irene. Wendy possessed Dragon-Slayer Magic. The same magic used to slay mighty dragons who ruled Earthland long ago. Yet, she used it to heal the weaklings in her class—the same people who would grow up to be nothing more than cannon fodder. Humans were quite interesting because they are the only species who saved the weak.

Irene yawned loudly. All this talk about dragons and magic had made her quite tired. It was pretty late already, and she had to get up early in the morning to make breakfast. She would just have to finish reading her book some other time. She turned off her lamp and tucked herself under the blanket. Irene wrapped her arms around Wendy. That way, Wendy wouldn't get cold during the night. Irene closed her eyes and felt the sleep take her. She slowly drifted off into a nice pleasant slumber.