Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

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Disclaimer: Slowpoke is still reluctant to give Fairy Tail to me.

On the field, Dragon Realm – a month later (Dragon Realm time)

Lucy's P.O.V

It had already been a month since my and Acnologia's training began, it was weird to think about, time sure went fast. It only felt like a week ago I came to the Dragon Realm.

My training had progressed well. With Alodiculis, I had practiced my control of my Dragon powers, not that I needed control in any way, and got used to the feel of the magic. I had gotten more used to it now, it was, literally, a second nature to me now. Almost anyway. During those training hours, I would usually try to keep a ball of what Alodiculis recognized as Peace magic in the air and playing a little around with it. For some reason, I always mixed up my Celestial magic in it, that was basically what I was trying to learn not to. Apart from that, I had also had a little target practice and – if I had to say it – I felt like I was doing pretty good, I could hit 7 out of 10 of my targets. At the end of the day, I would usually meditate, both to calm down... Well... Everything, and to check the progress in the black darkness. The silver Fairy Tail logo had been shining brighter and brighter, and now it wasn't as much glowing as it was shining.

With Loke, it had gone through some changes, to be more specific, the whole training schedule had been changed entirely. Instead of him beating me up, it was now changed to some training in the basic moves, as a start – Ae (Yes) I was that bad at it all – and some strengthening exercises. Those mainly being push-ups, sit-ups and running several miles every day. Metallicana had been by a few times, giving 'moral support' as he called it himself. I still remembered it all, and it sent shudders down my back. Basically, he was a lot rougher than Loke, he drove me much harder. On the other hand, after I got the Second Origin opened, Loke had been such a softie, so it was nice with Metallicana's roughness. Sometimes. Not really...

The training with Moustache-Man had simply been, to one to get used to Plue's new form, and practicing his illusionary magic. Now he could make and illusion of a wolf in human size. The Spirit King told me that if I got strong enough, I would be able to touch those illusions, meaning they wouldn't just be illusions, they would actually be there. Kinda. I had also trained a little with getting used to call on Plue with my love instead of my magic, and I was getting used to it now. I hadn't been able to enter the bright star in my mind since I had gotten Plue's key back there, Moustache-Man told me it was because I wasn't strong enough yet to do that.

Acnologia's training wasn't as varying as mine. Since he was already in a good physical form, there wasn't put much weight on that part, except keeping him there. He had also progressed far with his control of his magic, all he had been training the last two weeks was the target practice, he still hadn't mastered that yet, but he was good on his way.

Now though, we were taking a breather, which would be taking the whole day. The Head Dragons, minus Acnologia, had decided that it would do Acnologia and me good to have a day off. 'Incidentally', that was also the day the Head Dragons decided they would all go to Earthland for the monthly inspection. So Acnologia and I were simply doing our duties as Head Dragons. Okay well, I wasn't, but I was in training, I guess. I had surprisingly not paid much mind to Fairy Tail during this whole training, except a little in the beginning of it all.

It still hurt to think about that day, very much at that too. But at the same time, I just couldn't help but be kind of... Happy wasn't the right word, but something like that, that it happened, because if it hadn't happened, I would probably never have met Acnologia again, and I wouldn't have met the other part of my family.

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