Fairy Tail: Next Generation - Volume III

Chapter 20: Prelude to the End

Roger was a man in the small town of Gardenia Valley. The town was in the midst of a dense forest, that had a thin path traders would travel down when wandering into Gardenia Valley for various reasons.

Roger, however, wasn't just any man. He the mayor the small town, and had a rather dull job in his opinion. Frankly, most business was just paperwork, and the biggest event of the month was the installment of curtains into Miss Purser's sewing shop.

However, he soon took notice a decrease in the amount of trash in the junk yard. There was never of course a strict record to any of it, but he did notice that the workers were scraping in a lot less scrap metal.

Whether it be run down cars, kitchen appliances, or shards of glass and metal; there was simply less of it.

Roger didn't put any thought into it, until someone showed up at his office.

"Sir, have you ever heard of the Underground?" the man said, wiping a speck of dirt from his clean suit.

"No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't." He said mostly out of a fear for the man, even though this was HIS town and not to mention HIS office.

"Well, they say its an underground haven for convicts of all sorts. Human, nonhuman, it's all disgusting really."

"Is it?" Roger gulped.

"Yes, and we have been notifying all towns near dense forests, such as yourself, of this establishment in hopes to capture those within the Underground."

"Oh." Was all Roger said. He was just the mayor of a tiny town no one's heard of. This couldn't apply to him.

Then, a week later.

Roger woke up. Went to work. Poured his coffee. Looked out his window.

And saw a dragon.

Two Weeks after Fairy Tail's fall. March First.

Laurie fiddled with the nob on the radio for the twelfth time that morning. He grunted as the static hummed through the Underground once again. Until Torto came in and kicked the radio off the table.

"Matilda is sick and tired of that crappy music!" He hissed, raising his grapefruit wife up into the air.

Picklo, who was playing rummy with Gideon and Layla, sighed as he puffed out smoke from his cigar. "Torto, we've only got the one radio so don't break it."

"Oh, I've got another radio." Mort said, popping from his hole in the ground yet again.

"No way? Seriously?" Laurie said, leaning towards Mort. "Could you get it for me?"

Mort burrows into his whole, and returns with a pan of star shaped biscuits. "Star shaped biscuit?"

"Why...why do I even bother?" Laurie sighed.

As he took a screwdriver and began to pry into the radio as Sylvie wrapped her arms around Laurie from behind, and begin to kiss--more along the lines of lick--his neck.

"Uh...Laurie...yer girlfriend's kinda...tastin' ya." Picklo said, poking his chubby pig hand to Sylvie as her tongue went up and down Laurie's neck.

Laurie, who seemed significantly unmoved by the gesture at all, nodded his head. "Yeah, she gets like that when I don't take her for her daily walk."

"Please don't refer to my sister as if she's a dog..." Gideon sighed, even though it was true.

"Laurie...I wanna go outside..." Sylvie whined as she tugged on Laurie's shirt.