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Weisslogia and Skiadrum were the first. Dragons may have been rare, but they were still around. And being two male mated dragons, they couldn’t have hatchlings, the lifeblood of dragon magic. So when they stumbled on two human boys, barely three seasons old, they felt like they had found blessings in the form of humans. The two boys, Sting and Rogue, were a learning curve for the nest, and how to behave in the human world.
Igneel found Natsu next. The boy was barely five when he wandered into Igneel’s cave and fell asleep next to him. To say that Igneel was shocked was understatement. And when the boy showed interest in fire dragon magic, Igneel was unable to resist the spunky child. He would take Natsu to the mountains to train, teaching him to roar and to destroy mountain tops. All in all, Igneel taught Natsu how to “over-do it.”
Metalicana and his mate, Anahita, found Gajeel running from villagers trying to stone him. Anahita had used her water magic to sweep the villagers away while Metalicana looked over the boy to see he had no hope, no life. He felt a twinge of pity for the child, and Anahita had cooed over how cute the human hatchling was, despite he was almost seven, heading into the youngling stage of a dragon’s life. It didn’t matter to them. Metalicana began teaching the boy how to roar right away, and how to distinguish good iron from bad iron to eat. Anahita just enjoyed having her own hatchling, having given her last egg long ago.
The island of dragons was a happy one.
Then Grandine found the little basket with the newborn girl swept up from a previous storm, the wreckage of a ship surrounding her. Grandine left the nest for five years, barely a blip in a dragon’s lifespan, but still lived close enough for the others to find her. She came back to the nest when Wendy, as she was called, was five years old. Then she began training her little human in healing magic, for injuries were common in a nest of dragons. Natsu and Gajeel immediately began treating her as their little sister, while Sting and Rogue were the roughhousing cousins.
Together, they grew up to be “dragonslayers,” trained to take down Achologia, the worst dragon of them all.
All in all, it was an interesting life. Look for magic jobs, go back to the nest, scare some villagers with dragon sightings, look after the hatchlings when an aunt needed a break. A good life. Until one day…