The morning sun blazed over Domus Flau as the announcements for the day's first event echoed through the arena. When "Vehicle Race Challenge" was declared, a collective groan arose from every Dragon Slayer in attendance - except for Odyn, who was already stepping forward from Fairy Tail Team A's section.
"I've got this one," he said confidently, catching Wendy's grateful smile from the sidelines. Though she handled transportation better than most Dragon Slayers, he wasn't about to risk her getting sick before their team might need her healing magic later in the day.
The crowd's excitement built as the competitors gathered in the arena center. Natsu's face had already turned a concerning shade of green just looking at the elaborate course of magical vehicles suspended in the air. Sting Eucliffe stood with forced bravado, though the slight tremor in his stance betrayed his dread.
"WILD!" Bacchus called out, swaying slightly as he took a swig from his gourd. "This'll be a fun ride!"
Lyon stood with his usual cool composure, while Ichiya struck poses, declaring something about the "parfum of victory." Risley Law adjusted her gravity magic in preparation, her calculating eyes already mapping the course.
The course itself was a dizzying array of magical vehicles connected by crystalline tracks that twisted and looped through the air above Domus Flau. Some sections required jumping between moving platforms, others involved steering through tight corners while avoiding magical obstacles.
"Competitors, take your positions!" Mato, the mascot, called out cheerfully. "Today's challenge is simple - reach the finish line first while maintaining control of your vehicle! Falling off means immediate disqualification-kabo!"
Odyn took his place at the starting line, his orange eyes gleaming as he analyzed the course. His dark elf magic hummed beneath his skin, ready to give him an edge where dragon slayer magic would typically be a hindrance. He could hear Wendy cheering from the Fairy Tail section, her voice carrying clearly even among the roaring crowd.
"Show them what you can do, Odyn!"
From the commentary booth, Chapati Lola's voice rang out: "And what an interesting lineup we have! Two Dragon Slayers who'll need to overcome their greatest weakness, the return of Bacchus the Drunk Falcon, Lamia Scale's ice wizard Lyon Vastia, Blue Pegasus's leader Ichiya, Mermaid Heel's gravity-defying Risley Law, and Fairy Tail A's dark elf wizard Odyn! This promises to be a WILD race!"
Yajima nodded sagely beside him. "Indeed. It'll be interesting to see how the Dragon Slayers handle this challenge. Though I'm particularly curious about young Odyn's approach, especially given the exhibition match we'll be seeing later today."
The magical vehicles hummed to life beneath them, powered by the competitors' magic. While Natsu and Sting immediately began to look queasy, Odyn channeled his dark elf magic in a unique way, creating a stabilizing effect that would help him maintain control without draining too much power.
'Sorry, brother,' he thought with a slight smirk, 'but I might have to show off a few techniques before our match. Can't let Fairy Tail down.'
The tension mounted as Mato raised his arm, the crowd holding its collective breath. This would be more than just a race - it would be a test of endurance, strategy, and the ability to overcome limitations. And for Odyn, it was a chance to prove that Fairy Tail's newest member could hold his own against some of Fiore's strongest wizards.
As the starting signal flared across Domus Flau, the competitors burst into action. Each wizard's approach immediately highlighted their unique strengths - and in some cases, glaring weaknesses.
Odyn took an early lead, his dark elf magic manifesting in an innovative way. Unlike the others who were powering their vehicles directly with magical energy, he created a series of small runic circles that acted as stabilizers and propulsion enhancers. Dark purple energy flowed through these runes in a precise pattern, letting him maintain speed while using minimal magical power.
"Fascinating!" Yajima commented from the booth. "Young Odyn isn't fighting against the vehicle's motion - he's harmonizing with it using those runic enhancements!"
Behind him, the race was becoming a study in contrasts. Bacchus, despite his swaying and seemingly drunk state, showed surprising control as he surfed his vehicle through the turns, his palm magic giving him excellent maneuverability. He maintained a solid second place position, occasionally gaining on Odyn before falling back again.
Lyon took a creative approach, using his ice-make magic to create temporary rails and guidance systems ahead of his vehicle. While effective, the constant creation of new ice paths consumed significant magical energy, keeping him in third place but struggling to advance further.
Risley Law used her gravity magic to excellent effect, alternating between lightening and increasing her vehicle's weight to gain momentum on descents and maintain control on sharp turns. She held fourth place, though the constant gravity adjustments were clearly taxing.
Ichiya... was Ichiya. His perfume magic provided occasional bursts of speed, but his dramatic poses cost him precious time. He maintained fifth place through sheer determination and experience, if not style.
The Dragon Slayers, meanwhile, were living through their personal nightmares. Natsu and Sting brought up the rear, their faces various shades of green as they fought against their motion sickness. However, Natsu's sheer stubbornness kept him just ahead of Sting, who was clearly regretting his participation.
The course's most challenging section came two-thirds through - a series of cork-screw turns followed by a vertical climb. Here, Odyn's runic system proved its worth. As his vehicle approached the first turn, additional runes activated along its sides, creating a counter-balance effect that let him take the turns at full speed.
"WILD!" Bacchus shouted, attempting to close the gap by taking risks on the turns, but even his impressive control couldn't match Odyn's systematic approach.
The vertical climb segment saw some position changes. Risley Law briefly moved into third place, using her gravity magic to tremendous effect on the upward spiral. Lyon's ice constructs became less effective on the vertical section, forcing him to expend even more magical energy to maintain his position.
As they approached the finish line, Odyn's lead had grown substantial. His runic system, while not flashy, had proved incredibly efficient. In the final stretch, he allowed himself a small flourish, creating a series of purple runic rings that his vehicle passed through, each one giving a burst of speed.
Final Placements:
1. Odyn (Fairy Tail A) - 10 points, finishing with significant magical energy still in reserve
2. Bacchus (Quatro Cerberus) - 8 points, showing impressive control despite his drinking
3. Risley Law (Mermaid Heel) - 6 points, her gravity magic proving more versatile than expected
4. Lyon (Lamia Scale) - 4 points, his ice-make magic depleted but effective
5. Ichiya (Blue Pegasus) - 3 points, striking poses even as he crossed the finish line
6. Natsu (Fairy Tail B) - 2 points, finishing through sheer willpower
7. Sting (Sabertooth) - 1 point, looking thoroughly relieved it was over
From the Fairy Tail section, Wendy's cheer rang out above the crowd's roar. Odyn's victory had been methodical rather than flashy, but it demonstrated a sophisticated understanding of magical application that had the commentators buzzing with excitement.
"Most impressive," Yajima nodded. "And to think we'll be seeing more of his magical abilities in today's exhibition match! This young man continues to surprise."
Makarov grinned proudly from the guild's viewing area. "That's using your head, boy. Sometimes the smartest magic is the subtlest magic."
As the competitors dismounted their vehicles (with Natsu and Sting practically kissing the ground), Odyn couldn't help but smile. He'd earned valuable points for his team while conserving enough magical energy for his upcoming exhibition match. His orange eyes found Wendy in the crowd, her beaming smile making the victory even sweeter.
As the dust settled in Domus Flau, Natsu finally recovered enough from his motion sickness to stand upright. Despite his sixth-place finish, his trademark grin spread across his face as he watched Odyn accept the victory accolades. Sting, still looking slightly green, couldn't help but notice the pride radiating from every Fairy Tail member.
"Hey, Sting!" Natsu called out, his voice carrying across the arena. "Did you see that? That's what Fairy Tail's all about!" His eyes blazed with characteristic intensity. "Seven years might have passed, but our spirit never died. And now we're stronger than ever!"
Odyn walked over to join Natsu, his orange eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. The dark elf's presence seemed to amplify Natsu's words – after all, here was living proof of Fairy Tail's continued strength. The wizard who had stood against Acnologia itself, buying precious time for his guild mates before the dragon's roar had sealed them away on Tenrou Island.
"You know what makes Fairy Tail special?" Natsu continued, placing a hand on Odyn's shoulder. "It's not just about raw power. It's about family. While we were sleeping, our family grew stronger. Odyn here didn't just protect us – he became one of us. And now?" He turned to face the Sabertooth section directly. "Now we're back to remind everyone why Fairy Tail was always number one!"
From the stands, other members of Fairy Tail began to stand. Lucy, Gray, Erza, and the others who had been sealed away on Tenrou Island. Romeo, Macao, and those who had endured seven years of ridicule. And there in the front, Wendy, her eyes shining with pride as she looked at both her fellow Dragon Slayer and the dark elf who had captured her heart.
"Seven years of mockery?" Natsu's voice grew even more passionate. "Seven years of being looked down on? That ends now. Look at our family! Look at our bonds! While you were building your 'strongest guild' on pride and power alone, we were building something unbreakable!"
Sting found himself taking an involuntary step back from the sheer force of conviction in Natsu's words. His eyes darted between Natsu's burning intensity and Odyn's quiet confidence, remembering the stories he'd heard about the dark elf's battle with Acnologia. The dragon that even the Twin Dragons of Sabertooth wouldn't dare to face had met its match in this Fairy Tail wizard.
"The games have only just begun," Odyn added quietly, his voice carrying despite its soft tone. "And Fairy Tail has a lot more to show." His orange eyes flickered briefly with power, a reminder of the exhibition match yet to come. "My brother and I may be demonstrating dark elf magic later today, but make no mistake – my heart and my strength belong to Fairy Tail."
Master Makarov watched from above, tears of pride streaming down his face. "That's telling them, my children! Show them the true spirit of Fairy Tail!"
The crowd had fallen silent, captivated by the moment. Even the commentators seemed at a loss for words as they witnessed this raw display of guild pride and family bonds. The morning's simple vehicle race had transformed into something more – a declaration of Fairy Tail's resurrection, a promise of things to come.
Wendy made her way down to the arena floor, joining her guildmates. As she took her place beside Odyn, their hands naturally finding each other, the message was clear to everyone watching: Fairy Tail wasn't just back – they were stronger than ever, their bonds deeper, their family larger, and their determination unshakeable.
"Let's give them a real show," Natsu grinned, his recovery from motion sickness now complete. "All of us – old members and new, returning heroes and those who kept our spirit alive. Let's remind Fiore why Fairy Tail never stays down!"
The roar from the Fairy Tail section was deafening, a sound of unity and determination that echoed through Domus Flau. And as Odyn squeezed Wendy's hand, his thoughts already turning to their future together and the proposal he had planned, he knew that joining this guild had been the best decision of his life. They weren't just a guild – they were family, and they were about to show Fiore exactly what that meant.
The atmosphere in Domus Flau crackled with anticipation as both brothers took their positions in the arena. Chapati's voice rang out across the stadium:
"From Fairy Tail, the dark elf who stood against Acnologia itself - ODYN!"
The crowd roared as Odyn stepped forward, his dark blue hair flowing in the magical wind already beginning to stir around him. From the Fairy Tail section, Wendy's voice could be heard above the chaos, her support making him stand even taller.
"And from Lamia Scale, his recently discovered brother - ROY, also known as THALLION!"
The brothers locked eyes across the arena, orange meeting orange, a silent understanding passing between them. Without warning, both reached up to touch their foreheads, activating their Dragon Crests simultaneously. The Azure marks blazed to life, ethereal wings spreading across their brows like crown of ancient power.
The stadium fell silent for a brief moment before both brothers threw their heads back and roared. The sound was unlike anything most had ever heard - not quite dragon, not quite elven, but something primal and powerful that shook the very foundations of Domus Flau. Azure light erupted around them both, their hair lifting and taking on an ethereal silver glow that made them look more divine than mortal.
In the Sabertooth section, Sting and Rogue's eyes widened. This power... it was different from Dragon Slayer magic, yet somehow familiar. More refined, more ancient. The Twin Dragons found themselves unconsciously gripping their seats as the sheer magical pressure washed over them.
"What incredible magical power!" Chapati screamed into his microphone. "The very air is thick with it!"
"This is but a fraction of dark elf magic," Yajima commented solemnly. "Watch closely, everyone. You're about to witness something historic."
The brothers moved in perfect sync, their first stage Dragonoid forms manifesting in swirls of azure energy. Runic circles spread out from their feet, ancient elvish script spiraling across the arena floor. Their eyes now glowed like twin suns, their pointed ears elongated further, and ethereal markings appeared across their exposed skin.
"Beautiful..." Wendy whispered, watching Odyn's transformation. She'd seen hints of this power before, but never displayed so openly, so proudly.
From the Lamia Scale section, Lyon leaned forward intently. "So this is Roy's true power..." he murmured, understanding now why his guildmate had always seemed to be holding back.
The brothers circled each other, their movements liquid grace, before clashing in an explosion of azure light. Each strike was precisely calculated, each spell woven with intricate runic patterns. They weren't just fighting - they were demonstrating the art and beauty of their heritage.
Dark elf magic manifested in ways most had never seen: dragons crafted from pure magical energy, runic circles that turned the very air into weapons, barriers that shimmered like auroras. Their speed was almost impossible to follow, their techniques blending traditional forms with their own innovations.
In the Sabertooth section, Jiemma's face darkened with each passing second. This display of power, this demonstration of magical mastery, was making a mockery of his guild's claims to absolute strength.
"SECOND STAGE!" both brothers roared suddenly, their forms shifting again. The azure light intensified, their Dragonoid forms evolving. Ethereal armor materialized around them, their hair now completely silver, their eyes blazing like captured stars. The magical pressure doubled, then tripled, forcing many in the audience to brace themselves.
"Impossible..." Sting breathed, feeling the overwhelming power. "This isn't just Dragon Slayer magic or Take Over magic... this is something else entirely..."
Each clash now sent shockwaves through the arena, each spell illuminated Domus Flau like daybreak. The brothers moved with impossible speed and grace, their techniques growing more elaborate, more powerful, yet never crossing the line into destructive excess. This was control. This was mastery. This was the true power of dark elf magic.
The message to Sabertooth - and all of Fiore - was clear: The age of dragons wasn't the only source of ancient power in this world, and Fairy Tail's newest member was far more than just another powerful wizard. He was a bridge between the ancient and the modern, between dragon and elf, between raw power and refined control.
And as the battle continued to unfold, even the most skeptical observers had to admit: They were witnessing something legendary.
Chapter: The Resonance of Ancient Blood
The aftermath of the brothers' initial clash reverberated through Domus Flau, azure light still dancing across the enchanted barriers protecting the spectators. Odyn and Roy stood perfectly balanced, their silver-white hair settling as the magical winds temporarily calmed.
"You've grown stronger, little brother," Odyn called out, a hint of pride coloring his voice. The ethereal markings across his skin pulsed with each word, responding to the emotions flowing through him.
Roy's response came not in words but in action. His hands moved in an intricate pattern, ancient elvish runes materializing in the air before him. "Azure Dragon's Runic Cascade!" The spell erupted in a brilliant display of magical geometry, each symbol carrying devastating potential.
Odyn recognized the technique – it was one their father had begun teaching them before everything fell apart. But Roy had modified it, integrated his own understanding of modern magic. Fascinating. The older brother countered with his own innovation, weaving dragon and elvish magic together in a way that made Wendy gasp from the stands.
"Dragon Elf Secret Art: Prismatic Aegis!"
The defensive spell manifested as overlapping scales of pure magical energy, each one inscribed with micro-runes that shimmed like captured starlight. When Roy's cascade struck, the two magics resonated rather than clashed, creating harmonics that sang through the arena.
From the commentator's booth, Chapati struggled to keep up with the technical display. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're seeing combinations of magic that have never been recorded in the Games' history! Yajima-san, can you explain what we're witnessing?"
The elderly wizard shook his head slowly, equally captivated. "This is more than just combat. The brothers are having a conversation through their magic, sharing everything they've learned in their years apart."
He was right. Each exchange revealed new variations on their shared heritage. Roy demonstrated how he'd adapted their ancestral arts to complement Lamia Scale's specialties. Odyn showed the influence of his time with dragon slayers, particularly in how he channeled raw power through precise runic frameworks.
The audience fell into an awed hush as the brothers entered the final phase of their battle. Their Second Stage Dragonoid forms began to resonate with each other, creating patterns of light that painted stories across the arena's walls – tales of ancient battles, of dragons and elves fighting side by side, of magic in its purest form.
"Brother," Roy called out, his voice carrying the weight of years of separation, "shall we show them our heritage's true face?"
Odyn's smile was answer enough. Together, they began weaving their most complex spell yet, their synchronized movements telling the story of their people's legacy. The magic they crafted wasn't meant to defeat or destroy – it was meant to illuminate, to remind Fiore that some traditions transcended guild rivalries and modern politics.
As their final spell reached its crescendo, even Jiemma had to acknowledge: power came in many forms, and some of the oldest were still the most beautiful.
Legacy Unleashed
Azure light coalesced around the brothers as they stood in perfect symmetry, their Second Stage forms humming with barely contained power. The air itself seemed to crystallize with magical energy, creating prismatic refractions that danced across the arena.
"It's time," Odyn declared, his voice carrying an otherworldly resonance. "Show them, Roy. Show them what it means to be children of both dragon and elf."
Roy nodded, a fierce pride blazing in his ethereal eyes. "FINAL EVOLUTION: PERFECTED RYUUMAJIN!"
The transformation began simultaneously, their Dragon Crests expanding across their entire bodies in intricate, flowing patterns. The azure markings shifted and evolved, taking on an almost liquid appearance as they merged with their skin. Their forms grew taller, more majestic, as scales of pure magical energy materialized along their arms and legs.
From the Sabertooth section, Minerva leaned forward, her usual composure cracking. "This power... it's beyond anything we've..."
The brothers' final forms were breathtaking. Their hair had become pure light, flowing like liquid starfire. Ethereal wings of crystallized magic extended from their backs, each feather inscribed with ancient runic scripts that told the story of their bloodline. Their eyes now held galaxies, swirling with the combined power of dragon and elf magic refined to its absolute peak.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Jiemma roared from the Sabertooth booth, standing so abruptly his chair crashed backward. "No magic should be able to reach this level!"
But it was possible, and the proof stood before them all. The brothers had achieved what their ancestors had only theorized – a perfect fusion of dragon and elf essence, channeled through bodies that had evolved to handle such magnificent power.
"Dark Elf Supreme Art:" they called in unison, their voices harmonizing in a way that made the very foundations of Domus Flau resonate, "AURORA DRAGONIS!"
The spell they crafted defied conventional understanding of magic. It wasn't just power – it was art, science, and history woven into a single expression of their heritage. Dragons of pure light soared through the arena, their bodies composed of shifting runic arrays so complex they made the air ripple. Elvish spell circles expanded in three dimensions, each layer telling part of an ancient story.
In the Fairy Tail section, Makarov's eyes widened with understanding. "So this is why the dragons allied with the elves in ancient times... Their magics weren't just compatible – they were meant to evolve together."
The demonstration reached its apex as both brothers channeled their power into a final, magnificent display. Their combined magic created a panorama of the ancient world above the arena – dragons soaring alongside elvish spell-crafters, their powers intertwining to create wonders that had been lost to time. Until now.
"Remember this, Sabertooth," Odyn's voice carried to every corner of the stadium. "True strength isn't about dominance. It's about understanding the magic that flows through all of us, about respecting the legacy we inherit and the innovations we create."
Roy completed the thought, his own power harmonizing perfectly with his brother's. "The world is changing. The old powers are awakening. And those who cling to their absolute definitions of strength..." He glanced meaningfully at Jiemma, "will find themselves left behind."
In that moment, as the brothers demonstrated the full majesty of Perfected Ryuumajin, Sabertooth's carefully constructed image of invincibility cracked. This wasn't just a display of power – it was a revolution in magical understanding, a bridge between ancient and modern that opened up entirely new possibilities.
The message was clear: The age of simple Dragon Slayer magic was evolving. The dark elves had preserved knowledge that went beyond mere combat magic, and now that knowledge was returning to the world. Fairy Tail hadn't just gained a powerful member in Odyn – they had gained a connection to a legacy that would reshape magical understanding across Fiore.
As the brothers began to power down, their display concluded, the stunned silence in the arena was broken by thunderous applause. Even some Sabertooth members found themselves clapping, unable to deny the beauty and significance of what they had witnessed. The era of simple power dynamics was over. Magic was remembering its deeper purposes, its more profound truths.
And in Sabertooth's viewing box, Jiemma's fists clenched tight enough to draw blood, his whole worldview challenged by what he had just witnessed. The days of Sabertooth's unchallenged reign were numbered, and everyone in Domus Flau knew it.
# Chapter: Bonds Strengthened
The azure light of their magic finally faded, leaving the brothers standing in their base forms. Roy swayed slightly, the exertion of maintaining Perfected Ryuumajin taking its toll. Before he could stumble, Odyn was there, catching his younger brother's arm with a gentle but firm grip.
"Your power has grown impressively," Odyn said with a fond smile, his orange eyes twinkling, "but you'll need to work on that stamina before you can hope to defeat me in battle, little brother."
Roy laughed softly, running a hand through his cerulean and lavender hair. "Always the teacher, aren't you?" He straightened up but accepted the truth in his brother's words. "I'll take that advice to heart. Though I must say, maintaining that form is... challenging."
In the stands, two young women watched with hearts racing for very different, yet similar reasons.
Wendy couldn't tear her eyes away from Odyn. She'd known he was powerful, had seen glimpses of his abilities before, but this... this was something else entirely. Her heart thundered in her chest as she watched him support his brother, displaying both overwhelming power and gentle compassion in the same moment. The way he'd moved during the battle, the sheer majesty of his Perfected Ryuumajin form – it had left her breathless. A soft blush colored her cheeks as she realized just how deeply her feelings for the dark elf ran.
Across the arena in the Lamia Scale section, Chelia Blendy was having a similar revelation. Her eyes were fixed on Roy, remembering how magnificent he'd looked with his magic fully unleashed. The grace of his movements, the proud way he'd demonstrated his heritage, the perfect fusion of power and control – it had awakened something in her heart she couldn't deny. Her hands clutched at her chest as she made a silent vow to herself: she would win Roy's heart, no matter what it took.
Meanwhile, the Sabertooth section had grown unnaturally quiet. Minerva's usual confident smirk had vanished, replaced by a calculating frown. Sting and Rogue exchanged worried glances, their previous certainty in their guild's superiority shaken to its core. Even Rufus, with his vast memory of magic, had nothing to compare to what he'd just witnessed.
Jiemma's face had turned an alarming shade of purple, his massive frame trembling with barely suppressed rage and... fear. The revelation was clear: if Sabertooth were to face either of these dark elves in serious combat, their defeat would be all but certain. Their seven years of dominance suddenly felt very precarious indeed.
"Congratulations to both participants!" Chapati's voice finally broke the tension, though it was clear even he was still processing what he'd witnessed. "What an incredible exhibition match between the reunited brothers!"
Yajima nodded sagely. "We've witnessed something truly historic today. The magic world will be talking about this demonstration for years to come."
As the brothers made their way off the arena floor together, their bond stronger than ever, the implications of their display rippled through the assembled guilds. Fairy Tail members held their heads higher, proud to count Odyn among their ranks. Lamia Scale mages looked at Roy with new respect and understanding, finally grasping why he'd always seemed to be holding back.
But perhaps most importantly, two young women had found their hearts irrevocably claimed by the dark elf brothers, their feelings crystallized by the magnificent display they'd just witnessed. And as both Wendy and Chelia watched their respective dark elves leave the arena, they shared the same thought: love, like magic, could transcend all boundaries.
To be continued in Chapter 10: GMG Day 3; Tigers become the Hunted, Pandemonium is conquered?!