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Laxus dropped back on the bench next to the fire. Those faces... he had seen Mira's parents at some point. A series of images infiltrated his mind and, suddenly, the strange feeling he felt by seeing the face of that dead fallen back at the wall came back.

** Fifteen years before **

"Laxus! Your father wants to see you at the main tent!" called one of the soldiers under Ivan's command.

The barely eight-year-old boy immediately let his toys behind and got to his feet. Since he had developed his ring, a couple of days before, Ivan constantly called him. Despite finding this a bit strange, never having this much attention from his father, Laxus hoped he could be worthy of his dad and show him he could make him proud. Despite having a rather scary dad, Laxus quickened his pace to meet up with him.

As usual, Ivan was situated in the tent reserved to the commanders of the DFA. His important status in the organisation was the most important reason he didn't have time to take care of his child. At least, it was what told him grandpa Makarov with whom he lived most of the time. So, when he got the offer of spending some time at one of the bearers campsites taken in charge by his dad, he was delighted. Since his arrival, he hadn't really do something concrete but he had the feeling that this time was different and that he could indeed help his father.

"It's a bad idea" he heard Ivan's partner say despite his low tone, due to his new hearing skills, as he walked to the principal tent.

"It's a genius idea!" contradicted Ivan, satisfaction present in his voice. "He will not only be the youngest bearer but also the first child of our species!"

"And what if he can't control this state?"

"We'll only have to control him ourselves" settled Ivan Dreyar not worried in the slightest. "You should rather think about the power he's gonna have as an adult if he can reach that level at such a young age!"

The man sighed, well aware that nothing would make his partner change his mind.

"Anyway, your plan is doomed to failure. Never will he have the guts to do the first step essential to the transformation."

"Guts won't be necessary" snickered Ivan. "Only the result is important. He may be conscious or not of his own actions, the only thing that matters is for the person to be..."

Disappointment filled Laxus his father stopped, having sensed his presence and inviting him to enter. What was that conversation about? However, the numerous questions filling his mind was quickly tossed aside by joy when his dad started to speak.

"I have great plans for you" announced Ivan.

"Really?" Asked the boy who couldn't refrain himself from expressing his excitement in front of the serious commander Dreyar. "What can I do?"

"Come with me" he simply said before grabbing a bag and exiting the tent.

Laxus followed him gladly until they stopped in front of a group of bearers, pointing a couple who stood a little apart from the others. Having now a vision that exceeded the common sight, the boy noticed that only the woman was wearing a ring.

"You see that man over there?" Asked his father. "He seems starving don't you think?"

"Yes" Said Laxus after thinking. "Can I give him something to eat?"

"Well, of course, my boy" answered Ivan, wearing a smile too bright to be true. "Bring him that meal, would you?" he said taking a small package from the bag.

"And the woman?"

"Give her that one" he said, an annoyed look on his face. "But you must absolutely not get them mixed up".

"Why?" Asked the little one, curious.

"Because that one is adapted to the bearer's condition".

Without asking more questions, the blond boy started to run until he reached the couple.

"Hello!" He said with a bright smile.

"Hello to you, young man" warmly greeted the lady. "What are you doing in such a campsite?"

"My daddy is a commander!" He proudly said. "Today I'm helping him."

She smiled once more, despite the obvious sadness in her eyes.

"I have a little girl that is as helpful as you are" she said with tenderness. "I'm sure you would have gotten along very well if she were here".

"Where is she?"

"With her brother at one of our neighbour's house until their dad comes back home.

A tear escaped her eyes without altering her smile. Laxus couldn't really understand what was making her sad but he thought that a good meal would cheer her up.

"I have something for you!" He said handing them their respective package. "I thought you might be hungry. This one is for you and that one for you sir" he said.

"Thank you very much my boy" said the man that seemed as nice as his wife.

And so, he ran back to Ivan.

"All done!" he said with a toothy grin. "What should I do now?"

"Go back to your toys".

"But..."

"I don't need you right now! I'll get you when you're once more needed".

Disappointed, Laxus went back to his toys, not feeling like playing at all. But if he wanted to spend some more time with his dad, he had to do as he said. Time passed at an insufferable slowness until it was time to bed. But the night was short as, barely a couple of hours after bedtime, a scream resonated in the night.

Scared, he ran to his father who greeted him with a satisfied smile.

"Laxus! You're right in time!"

"Daddy! What's happening?" He asked scared.

With no reassuring words for his son, Ivan grabbed Laxus's wrist and dragged him where the couple had stood. The woman was in tears, holding in her arms the lifeless body of her husband, a blueish tint covering his face.

"Dad... What happened to him?"

"He's dead" he flatly said.

"But..."

"Stop acting like you have no spine, Laxus! I need you to do something important and you need to act like a man to do so"

"I... can do it" he said in a trembling voice.

"Perfect. So go to this bearer and absorb her energy."

"What? But I..."

"You only have to put your hand on her skin and want her energy to come to you."

Tears started to fill his eyes. He didn't want to do that. Why was his father asking him to do such a thing? Was it a trick to make her less sad? Even though something inside of him was telling him it was bad, his father must have a good reason, right?

"What are you waiting for?" rushed him Ivan who was starting to lose his temper. "I won't be disappointed by my own son, won't I?"

"No..." he let out.

"What did you say?"

"No!" He repeated with more conviction despite his troubled state before walking to the crying woman, following his father's directives.

As soon as his hand entered into contact with her skin, he no longer felt tired as he was focusing on what said Ivan. He felt weird. Then she yelled once more making him break contact.

"What are you doing? I never said to stop!"

"But she's hurt!"

"Continue!" Yelled Ivan placing himself his son's hand once more on the immobilised woman. "You dare ignore my orders?"

The boy shook his head in negation, resuming with reluctance the task his father was giving him. That strange sensation filled him once more. He felt strong, he felt powerful. He could certainly meet his father's expectations in that state and he would doubtlessly spend some more time with him.

Then something strange happened. At the moment when he was about to absorb what seemed like the last bit of the woman's energy, all the energy he had accumulated was liberated in a huge blast propelling him and his father many feet further.

Laxus blinked. Considering the amount of people surrounding them, he understood that a few minutes had passed by since the explosion. But why? What had happened? A conversation in the distance interrupted his train of thoughts.

"I knew he was too young for this!" Tempered his father's partner.

"The boy's age has nothing to do with it" cut him out another one.

"So how do you explain this fiasco?" he retorted.

"It appears that the bearer is pregnant. Apparently, the foetus interrupted the process preventing its mother's death and all the energy escaped at once".

"And commander Dreyar?"

"The impact made his head crash on a rock. He didn't survive the impact".

Laxus heard a sigh.

"What should we do with the brat?"

"Send him back to Dreyar's father" decided one of the remaining commanders. "He was practically living there anyway".

The young Dreyar tried to listen a little more to the conversation but the rest of it was now nothing more than a foggy mix of words to Laxus as he fell more and more into unconsciousness. He only had time to let out a few more tears before closing his eyes, forgetting the past few hours' events and that, until a certain picture brought all those memories back to surface many years later.

** Present **

Laxus held his head with one hand as the long lost memories violently came back to him. If the events were troubling enough as it is as he was a child, he could now understand all the horror of it. His hands trembling, the one that was normally imperturbable came to horrific conclusions: he was responsible for the death of Mira's father, having served him a poisoned meal and almost killed her mother by absorbing her vital energy. Even worst, realised Laxus, clenching his fist in which he could almost feel the immense energy he had had: he had since that night became one of those horrible fallen.

Pretty dark chapter today! I hope you like those disturbing revelations on Laxus's past. Please give me a comment :)

Love, Lily xxx