Wouldn't Change a Thing {Natsu x Reader}

33

Hope ya'll enjoy the double update, this one is a little longer than the previous chapter so strap yourselves in. Hopefully it's better too.

Word Count: 2653

---3RD PERSON'S POV---

Era, a large town constructed and centred around a high, rocky mountain. Its mountain served as the headquarters for the Magic Council. Until its calamity struck.

You hadn't had a clue as to where you were going, this wasn't the path to Era. As you are dragged out of the carriage with one of the soldiers grasping your cuffs, you stumble forward. Your stomach relaxing, your spinning brain slowed. You regain balance, noticing your unknown surroundings. A large building stood tall, no doubt, this was the new headquarters of the Magic Council. You pondered to yourself, what happened to make the Magic Council move to a different location leaving Era?

You were pushed along by the two soldiers. The frog-like creature had their back to you as you continue to walk forward, "I demand to know why I'm being forced here!" you exclaim, "also what weapon?!"

You weren't a weapon magic user wizard. You had dragon lungs for consuming and expelling, dragon claws for utilising and dragon scales to absorb. You needed no items, you were your own item. No one responded to your outburst, ignoring you and pushing you along the trail. As much as you weren't a fan of the Magic Council, they were the embodiment of Fiore, the government, the hierarchy. You had to obey their wishes. You had a brief understanding of the Council's summoning for your presence, after all, it was the sarcastically oh so great and powerful Magic Council that stated your supposed death to Fiore and Fairy Tail. Here you were dancing around as an S-Class wizard. You weren't annoyed over the summoning, oh no, it was this apparent weapon. What did you own? Nothing. Heck, you still hadn't even gone shopping for new clothes yet, wearing the items Lucy gave you yesterday and you haven't even gone back to your home with Natsu yet having passed out in the guild from exhaustion and alcohol.

So what did you own that was supposedly illegal?

A familiar voice echoed through the back of your mind startling you faintly.

"What do you mean? I'm the strongest Dragon Slayer ever Mum!"

You immediately recognised that voice to be your younger tone. Another voice responds, with authority and calmness washing their voice.

"Oh my sweet child, there is still so much to teach you after your true anointing. Magic that no one can touch but you."

How strange, your mother's voice repeated itself through your head. Why were you remembering this? Let's see; no one can touch but you.

'Think (Y/N) think,' you inwardly repeat to yourself connecting dots and predictions. Let's suppose Queen Sanda spoke about no one can utilise or open these powers but you being a royal heir. What could that direct?

You gasp faintly, not disturbing the Council members around you. The object's silhouette in your mind. Sealed and shut. That damn book your mother gave when you woke up alone. Could it have something to do with that book?

You stare down at the tiled flooring, the guards stopping you at a large oak wood door. You couldn't say anything about your predictions and assumptions. You were left alone and drowning in your thoughts. A common habit of yours. Sometimes, having too much intelligence can be one's issue.

The large door opens by the frog-like creature revealing a small podium where you assume you were to be placed. Around the side of the room were empty rows of seats, so there was no jury in this case. There stood a few Rune knights around the room.