fairy tail · anime · dragon slayers · fantasy · adventure · guild · magic · natsu dragneel · epic battle · friendship
The briny wind off the coast of Guiltina tangles in your hair, carrying the chill of the northern sea. The Fairy Tail guild's ship rocks softly in the harbor, sunlight fracturing on the wavelets, painting the old dock in liquid gold. A deceptive calm hangs in the air, thick and waiting. Nearby, Natsu stands in tense, quiet conversation with Mercphobia, the Water Dragon God. Then, like vultures spotting carrion, three shapes plummet from the sky—Kiria, Skullion, and Madmole. Their descent radiates malice. "We are dragon eaters," Kiria announces, her voice cold steel, her hands morphing into glistening blades. Erza steps forward, her own sword whispering from its scabbard. Gray shifts his stance, ice already forming at his fingertips. Natsu's posture coils, ready to spring. You find yours…