As Lucky soared over the treetops on his golden eagle, the wind brushing through his hair and the expansive landscape stretching out beneath them, he took a deep breath and relaxed for the first time in hours. Makarov, sitting cross-legged on a bundle of feathers, sighed with contentment beside him.
"I forgot how much I hate meetings," Makarov muttered, cracking open a bottle of something Lucky was sure wasn't water.
Lucky chuckled. "You mean to tell me you'd rather be drinking within the guild than talking to a bunch of old men?"
Makarov snorted. "Of course! But duty calls."
As they flew, Lucky's thoughts drifted to his newly acquired Self Explosion ability and the strange [Give] mechanic from earlier. He remembered the moment it asked if he wanted to transfer ownership of the golden eagle. The implications were massive. Could he give a summon temporarily to someone? Could he take it back whenever he wanted?
The more he thought about it, the more it excited him. Not just for convenience—but strategy. Lending the right summon to the right person could change the outcome of an entire battle.
Magnolia faded into the distance as they approached their destination: a luxurious villa nestled between forests and a gently flowing river. The meeting place of the Guildmasters.
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Upon landing, Makarov jumped off first, adjusting his coat and slicking back almost his non existing hair. "Alright, time to act like a real Master," he said, puffing up his chest.
Lucky stepped down after him, gaze sweeping across the entrance where multiple guild banners flapped gently in the breeze.
Blue Pegasus. Lamia Scale. Quatro Cerberus.
They entered the grand villa and were soon greeted by attendants. A few Guildmasters were already waiting. The moment they saw Lucky beside Makarov, several of them raised eyebrows.
"Did you bring a child?" one of them asked, tone more amused than critical.
Makarov gave a grand smile. "This 'child' has more sense and power than most grown men I know."
Lucky waved slightly, not particularly interested in attention. But Makarov wasn't about to let that be all.
With a cheeky grin, Makarov gestured, "Go ahead, Lucky. Show them something."
Lucky raised a brow now he know why Makarov wanted him to come but sighed and lifted his hand.
In a flash, a Wind Wolf appeared, standing tall and majestic.
A few murmurs rippled through the Guildmasters.
Then he followed it up with the Spirit Fox, whose luminous eyes mesmerized even the proud Master of Lamia Scale.
"And that's just two," Makarov said, arms crossed smugly.
Lucky simply gave a nod and unsummoned them.
Now they weren't just curious. They were interested.
As more Guildmasters arrived, Lucky's attention was pulled toward a flamboyant figure—Bob from Blue Pegasus. With bright makeup, sparkles on his cheeks, and a glittering robe, Bob immediately approached.
"Oh my~ aren't you just adorable!" Bob squealed, waving.
Lucky instinctively stepped behind Makarov.
Then came a younger Ichiya, with his arms open. "The scent of youth and power! You must perform, yes!"
Lucky blinked twice, then shifted fully behind Makarov, whispering, "Save me."
The surrounding Guildmasters burst into laughter.
Even Makarov wheezed. "Come on now, Don't bully the kid."
Eventually, Makarov was called into the main meeting chamber—strictly Guildmasters only.
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As Lucky stood off to the side, two Guildmasters from Quatro Cerberus and Blue Pegasus approached him casually.
"You ever think of changing guilds?" one of them asked.
"Fairy Tail is… a little wild, isn't it?" said the other with a smirk.
Before Lucky could even respond, from inside the meeting room, a sudden yell exploded:
"HE'S MINE!"
Makarov's voice.
Lucky blinked.
The Guildmasters in the hallway winced.
Inside, Makarov's aura flared up like someone had stepped on a cat's tail. His drink sloshed from his mug, and he growled, "Touch him and I'll have your guild buildings flying to the next country."
Outside, Lucky shrugged. "Guess that answers that."
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With Makarov occupied, Lucky decided to mingle with some of the guild members who'd tagged along with their masters. They were mostly assistants or high-ranking mages, and it wasn't long before Lucky was casually chatting about intresting magic, magical item , and some of there more ridiculous Quests.
The socializing was surprisingly relaxing.
Later, back in the meeting room, Makarov was still holding court with flair and grumpiness in equal measure.
At some point, the conversation turned to Fairy Tail's future.
Makarov made a joke about the next Guildmaster and glanced at Lucky's direction from afar.
A few chuckled. Lucky, overhearing it from across the room, just rolled his eyes.
"Me? Guildmaster?" he muttered under his breath.
He thought about the destruction Fairy Tail caused on a weekly basis.
He thought about the amount of apology letter he need to write to the council
He pictured when Natsu turning an entire city block to rubble chasing a monster.
He imagined Gray stripping in front of an ambassador.
He saw Erza ordering everyone into military drills at 5 a.m.
Lucky pictured himself in Makarov's chair, older, gray-haired, and twitching from stress.
Then he glanced toward the window where Makarov was laughing heartily inside the meeting room.
Lucky narrowed his eyes.
'Don't worry, Master,' he thought. 'I'll make sure you stay the Master of Fairy Tail longer than Zeref ever lived.'
Inside, Makarov suddenly shivered.
He looked around in confusion. "Why do I feel like I've been cursed?"
Then he sighed and poured himself another drink.
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As Lucky walked alone outside the villa after the gathering, his mood became more contemplative.
He thought about the chaos Fairy Tail often brought.
The damage.
The headaches.
The stress Makarov endured.
"There's no magic that repairs things," Lucky mused aloud. "Unless you count Time Magic—and that's lost magic so not everyone can use it."
But then a thought struck him.
Lucky Draw.
His magic could pull from other worlds. Other realities. he knows that somewhere, in some universe, there was A lot of magic or items for reconstruction, rebuilding, or repairing…
He could find it.
And if he did, maybe Makarov wouldn't need to suffer so much or suffer less.
Maybe, Lucky thought, 'I can give the old man a break before he dies over from a heart attack.'
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As the meeting has finsihed and they are making thier way back the sky darkened into shades of violet and blue, Lucky sat atop a grassy hill, watching stars begin to blink into existence above.
He reached into his pouch, checking his cards absentmindedly.
The wind brushed his hair gently.
Then he whispered to the sky:
"I'll change the fate of some characters… and when I meet Acnologia—"
He narrowed his eyes, voice like steel.
"I'm making a Black dragon leather Belt out of him."
The wind howled.
ther stars shimmered just a bit brighter.