Author Note: Like always, hello and hope you all enjoy this. This is to be the end of something and the beginning of something else. No spoilers, but I like where things are now headed.

Chapter Eleven

The General's Light, Fairy's Darkness

Harry and Natsu got separated somewhere along the battlefield, now hitting hard in two separate places. The latter hit hard and fast, tearing through the endless army, he easily could see more marching off ships onto the shores. This would be a long battle unless they did something… dicey.

Raising his hands into the air, he gathered lightning and fire in them before slashing them through the air, roaring "Lightning Fire Dragon's Scythe!" A blade of dark red flames and dark yellow lightning swathed through the lines of the enemies, killing hundreds if not thousands instantaneously. Gathering more magic in his mouth he unleashed a Sea King Dragon's Roar, drowning even more of the enemy.

"Focus on the raven-haired Dragon Slayer! He is top priority!" He heard someone shout, and immediately the armies closed in on him. Growling ferally, he gathered his flames around him and suddenly burst into a towering titan of fire. With a sword made of dark flames, he slashed through the enemies, roaring "BIG MISTAKE!"

He continued being a thorn in Caelum's side, tearing through her forces like a hot knife through butter, but suddenly it happened. A beam of concentrated light shot from out of nowhere, slamming into the heart of his beastial titanic form of flames. Exactly where he kept it intact. The flames spluttered out and he fell to the earth, barely landing on his two feet. His body was singed, literal burn marks covered his flesh and he was steaming as he held one eye closed, the other glaring at the cause of his predicament.

"How does that feel, child? I heard of your acclimation of God Serena's Darkness Dragon Slayer Magic. It corrupts your very soul now. I had wondered what the effects of my magic would be on you," A snow-white haired general stepped forward, smirking fondly, as if Harry was merely a test subject and a beloved one at that.

"What… was… that?" Harry panted, feeling like his body was betraying him. He felt weak, like his very soul was burning. The general nodded his head. "Ah yes, the magic I used. Well you are not the only Dragon Slayer around, my dear boy. And Fiore isn't special in boasting of them as you have become intimately clear with," He looked keenly at the scar in Harry's chest, where Clara had stabbed him through with her magic.

"I use Light Dragon Slayer Magic. It's the basic form of it compared to God Serena's Luminance Dragon Slayer Magic or the other variant, and it is particularly lethal to Darkness. And your soul festers with it. So many face this same predicament. Hell, even using this magic is slowly killing me," He grins, explaining his magic thoroughly, as if he is not facing one of Fiore's mightiest.

"But I am a man on a mission and my leader has asked me to kill you. You are a thorn in his plans, you see, and he has me do away with them. No hard feelings? Secret Art: Holy Sword: Radiance Roar!" The general threw his head back and unleashed a roar of pure light. It hurdled towards Harry, who could barely stand, but he raised his hands and shouted "Darkness Dragon's Imperial Shield!"

Light and Darkness met in a mighty clash that shook the earth and rallied the winds, but Harry stood his ground. Grunting in exertion, he watched as his shield of darkness slowly cracked, light shining through. Gritting his teeth, he tried to ignore the pain of the Holy Element, but it only grew harsher. His skin began to flake off, burning off from the holy light. Then he saw them.

"Wood-Make: The Dam of Shy Love!"

"Purple Rain!"

"Smoke Crusher!"

"Pict: Cannon!"

The general grit his teeth, holding his Dragon's Roar in place while these pests interfered. Raising both his hands, he created a magic circle from the ground, surrounding them all. Harry shouted "RUN!" but it was too late. Light burst from the ground, a holy pillar of light consuming them all, and his shield of darkness shattered as he screamed in agony. But his screams could not drown out theirs.

Laki.

Macao.

Wakaba.

Reedus.

Mages he had barely been allies with for a few months. He hadn't even spoken to them that much, he'd been on mission after mission. And here they were, protecting him. Laki was still young, but she had come to his defense, putting herself in harm's way, standing against this General and attempting to aid him.

His blood pumped a little faster, his heart beating rapidly. Black scales spread across his body, his hands twisted and elongated into sharp claws, and his hair became darkness. His body changed as he lost himself to the rage in his heart.

How dare he harm his comrades. How dare he harm the young. They had come to his aid and as their screams pierced the skies, his screams died down and he let loose a roar of primal fury. Darkness spread across the war-torn landscape, snatching up the enemy and dragging them under, screaming for mercy as their worst fears were realized. Judgment Day was upon them.

And there was no light in sight.

His eyes bled an unholy red, his irises an eerie emerald green, and he stood hunched forward, caudal spines sticking out his back and two horns, like the devil's sticking out of his head, curved inward like a crown. He growled with elongated fangs, razor sharp and ready to tear through flesh.

"Laki…" He stepped forward, an aura of darkness dancing around his newest form. Her glasses were cracked and her face lay in the dirt. "Macao…." He stepped past the fallen mage, body smoking, his steps echoing across the battlefield. "Wakaba…" He muttered, the man's cigar was askew, his gaze unseeing. "Reedus," He growled, the tall, round man barely breathing.

He glared upon the General, his gaze one of utter hatred. "Don't bother praying," He disappeared and slugged the man faster than he could blink "NO GOD IS SAVING YOU TODAY!"

Laxus surged through the ranks of the enemy, lightning coursed around him as he drenched himself in the blood of man. There was no mercy in his eyes as his lightning-enhanced fists caved in skulls, eviscerated men and women, all he saw were those that wished to take his home and conquer it. To hell with their lives, he was a man possessed by the spirit of war.

He dodged a fiery spear and slashed his fist through the air, grabbing it and yanking it from the soldier's hand, but suddenly he was blasted from behind. Growling dangerously, he ran the soldier through with their own spear before turning around to face the one who had the balls to hit his back.

There stood an entire squad, seven in total, all wearing blood red robes. "The Son of Ivan Dreyar, correct?" The one in the front asked cockily. "Yeah, what's it to ya?" He demanded, charging up his magic. The one in the front, the obvious leader, grinned maliciously. "Your bounty is pretty nice. Daddy must want his boy plenty badly. Subdue the brat, boys,"

Laxus barely blinked before he was hit by a barrage of blood red beams of magic. They were fast and fierce, creating a dust cloud that obscured his visage. But when it settled, he was standing tall, his body sparkling with electricity, and a cocky smirk on his face.

"No way! You should be littered with holes!" The leader exclaimed, stumbling back in shock. "Funny thing is, my dear old man made me a Dragon Slayer. Ever heard of Dragon Force?" He asked, voice taunting as his body was revealed to be covered in barely formed scales, and his eyes slowly transformed into slits. "I think it's time I test out my new Dragon King Mode," He said, cracking his fists with that cocky grin.

Wrapped in crimson fire, Natsu bathed the battlefield in his newly obtained flames. Waving his hands, he controlled the flames, pushing them from here to there, consuming the enemy. He relished their screams of terror, their cries for mercy as he slaughtered them.

Igneel had taught him to have no mercy for the enemy, and if the situation ever called for war, he was to show everyone he was every bit a slayer in both name and magic. He was trained to kill the mighty and majestic Dragons, so warmongering humans were mincemeat to his magic.

"Fire Dragon King's Bathing Inferno!" He bellowed, raising the flames and bathing the landscape crimson in blood and fire. Bringing up the heat, he melted through flesh and bone. Looking around, he eyed who he needed to provide support to, knowing that at any moment a member of Fairy Tail was about to lose their life.

"Ah! Rain of Lightning!"

"Blood Circle!"

He turned fast, spinning on his feet and launched himself forward, flames at his feet propelling him through the air as he felt the hairs on his arms stand on end. He caught Cana and tackled her out of the way of a nasty piece of Blood Magic: a blood red magic circle appeared where the lush had been standing and a high-pressured geyser of blood shot from the ground into the air. The caster used the blood to block Cana's spell, and got ready to launch another spell.

"Fire Dragon's Flame Rain!" Natsu turned the skies red as fire rained down from the heavens, and he shielded Cana from the effects of it. He didn't even know he was cradling her to his chest when he brought his head up and blushed. His head had been between her early-blooming bosom.

"Sorry," He apologized and helped her up, but she just looked at him, shocked by what he had done. Natsu and Harry weren't exactly well-known amongst the guild, sure they were known as the Dragon Slayers and part of what was easily the strongest team in the guild, being groomed for S-Class by Laxus himself, but they almost never interacted with the guild. So it surprised her that he had gone out of his way to save her.

"Thanks, Natsu," She said, flushing a bit pink herself. Coughing awkwardly, Natsu excused himself and rushed back off into the battle, leaving Cana alone with her thoughts and more approaching soldiers. "Can't let up yet," She sighed and drew a card, "Stone Golem Battalion!"

With Harry

"Light Dragon's Holy Ray!" The General attempted to put something between him and the monster he had created, but the Darkness Dragon Slayer the Holy Element out of the air, consuming it in darkness, and continued his charge.

He grunted in pain as a fist nearly tore through his chest and burst out his back. His organs shifted to accommodate the fist buried in his gut, then his eyes widened. "Blade of Shadows!" Blood stained his lips, a hole left in his chest. He burst into holy light and appeared high in the sky, arms held high and gathering light.

"Light Dragon's Holy Bomb!"

"Darkness Dragon's Explosive Shots!"

Harry held up his hands and shot bullets of darkness, the size of large stones, at the General, peppering his body and making him scream as they exploded upon impact as he launched a great ball of light, the size of a city, down upon him. Gathering the darkness within and around him, he created a swirling mass of darkness between his palms.

He waited, ignoring the cries of his comrades, waiting for the right moment. Then it came. A blessing from the stars, a dark gift from the gods. "Darkness Dragon's Swirling Wave!" He launched the wave of darkness outwards, a swirling beam of the element clashed with the great ball of light and the two fought for dominance.

But unlike the General, the Darkness in his heart outweighed whatever Light was in his soul. The great ball of light was pushed back, and the General was consumed by his own spell and Harry's. Advantage given, Harry pressed forward, leaping into the air and slammed a flaming foot into the General's gut, bringing him back down to earth fast and hard.

A crater formed where they crashed down like a meteor, and Harry leaped up and formed a dark trident. With savagery, he threw it down, impaling the General down on the earth. "Gah!" The General spit out blood, quickly realizing he had unleashed a demon… no…. A Dragon.

Throwing his head back, Harry unleashed a simple Darkness Dragon's Roar, and the General's screams pierced the air. He answered for every sin he had committed. Down below, without Harry's knowledge, a conversation was taking place.

So his threat level, Lester?

He just keeps getting back up.

I can tell. Now his threat level please.

Spriggan-level and only growing.

…. You have served me well, Lester.

Please… your Majesty, ensure my family does… not… seek… retribution.

I will protect your clan from their own hubris. They will only join you when it is time.

You are a kind Emperor, your Majesty

The conversation ended and Lester, the General, gathered his strength to make one final move. Slamming his fists on the ground, he shot light into the earth. The earth trembled and began to glow. "What are you doing!" Harry demanded, seeing the entire battlefield pause for this one bastard's final spell.

"Oh… nothing special…. Light Dragon's…. FINAL SPARK!" Harry's eyes widened exponentially as he realized the kind of spell being used. Knowing the risks and not giving a damn, he opened his mouth and-

BOOOOM!

Laxus and Natsu stood back to back, taking on an entire army alone. While Harry dealt with the Light Dragon Slayer, they were dealing with the remaining forces. Already the combined efforts on the Northern Front had repelled a third of the invading forces, but Fairy Tail was running on fumes, the Golden Eagle Guild was tapped out, and everyone was being pushed back.

"Lightning Dragon's Raging Bolt!"

"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"

Both young men stood between the invading forces and Fiore's forces, holding the line brave and true. They punched, kicked, roared, and thrashed, moving across the battlefield faster than light so the forces behind them could retreat.

"Demon Blast!"

"Dance my blades!"

"Damnit! Scarlet! Strauss! Retreat!" Laxus shouted, alarmed to see the two new powerhouses of the guild refusing to back down.

Mirajane was battered and bruised, barely standing on one leg, one of her arms was most definitely broken, twisted at a painful angle, and hair-tie was long lost, leaving the front of her face covered by a bang of sweat-soaked white hair. "I still got some in the tanks, Thunder Breath!"

"You two can't hold the line alone! We are Fairy Tail! We fight together! We fall together!" Erza shouted, though her imposing message was lost as once again her armor shattered and she Requipped into a new another. She was running low, her body cut and bruised, her hair having been fringed on the right side, and blood caked her face. She had been fighting like a woman possessed, but the enemy just kept on coming.

"That only matters if there is a Fairy Tail left standing! Fire Dragon's Piercing Fang! Retreat with the others! We got this!" Natsu shouted, slamming his fist forward and punched through a soldier trying to get a lucky shot in. His hair was matted and covered in blood, salmon pink stained blood red, and eyes were amber slits, his fists turned into blood-stained claws. He was undergoing Dragonization at a rapid rate.

"Fire Dragon King's ROAR!"

Suddenly the earth started cracking and a bright, almost holy, light shone through the crack lines. Everyone, even the enemy, turned to where Harry and the General were. "No! The General is going to slaughter us all!" The soldiers began shouting, then a brilliant light illuminated the skyline and everyone heard "Light Dragon's…. FINAL SPARK!"

However, much to their shock, Harry became the epicenter of the light, where he absorbed it. "Shit! He's eating the Light element! Fuck me sideways!" Natsu cursed, knowing exactly what his brother was risking. "What's the issue! So he's gaining a new fucking element! What's new!" Laxus demanded as the soldiers freakishly dropped their weapons and knelt down submissively.

"Harry ate that God Serena's Darkness element. Darkness and Light DO NOT MIX, you retard! It takes a strong mind to endure the sheer mind-shredding force those two elements have on one person. Most people die if they try holding both Light Magic and Darkness Magic. Now imagine Dragon Slayer Magic! My brother is putting his very mind on the line, likely going through the most excruciating pain imaginable, so we don't get hit by that spell!"

"Oh please! It can't be that bad!" Mirajane shouted, being a user of Darkness Magic herself. Natsu leveled a glare at her that nearly stopped her heart. It was fiery and intense, like looking into a raging inferno with erupting volcanoes in the background.

"It can truly tear the mind apart, Strauss. Think it won't? Ask the old man to teach you Light Magic. Maybe he'll get it through your skull the dangers of it,"

"AHHHHGGGHHHH!"

Everyone turned to see Harry screaming in agony, clutching his head as light and darkness sparked around his body like lightning. His body convulsed as it fell to the ground, where he quickly began thrashing. Natsu was first one by his side, and held his brother as Harry screamed in ear-piercing agony. One eye was pitch black, the other pearly white, and his lips were stained with his own blood as his tongue bled and lips were torn open by his fangs.

Harry knelt in a great hall, windows rich and finely-made, four tables folded against the walls, his body wrapped in chains of holy light as darkness still shrouded him. His flesh was like volcanic ash, his eyes burning with emerald fire, and he screamed in agony as every fiber of his being was burned with a flame far beyond his comprehension.

He could see a man and a woman, one almost identical to him, the other with fiery red hair and eyes a shade darker than his, jaded and embittered by life. They sat behind a table, together amongst a row of individuals he didn't recognize, overseeing something he could not see.

"You have taken in the Holy Element when your mind and body were not prepared. You knew this, Peverell, and yet you did it anyway. That Dragon taught you to be wary of what you eat, now those words are biting you, aren't they?" A specter of shadows mused beside him, casual and indifferent to his suffering. It stood there, a figure in the darkness, unharmed by the holy light shining a light upon his shadowy physique.

Harry saw a dark-skinned body, skin the colour of teakwood, with dark wings folded behind back, hidden beneath his cloak of darkness. He had a regal face and honey gold eyes, Harry, in what moments he could gain freedom from the agony, thought the specter looked quite beautiful, timeless and remote.

"I believe they have suffered enough, Peverell. Your gallivanting will lead you far, farther than you can possibly imagine, but when the Flame calls, do not ignore it. Heed it and accept its call, for you will learn at least one truth about yourself if you do," The specter turned and brushed its fingers across Harry's molten rock-esque cheek, the burns receding to reveal unblemished skin.

"Here is a gift, Peverell. See it as a curse if you may, but it is my gift," The specter tilted his head back and poured a vial of milky white liquid into his mouth, giving him an immediate influx of memories.

His screams turned into cries of anguish as he remembered everything.