Ok so here is chapter 5 and I need some opinions. I've already set him to find the 3 youngest slayers. that's happening but should I hold off on him going to find Natsu and Gajeel. So he doesn't Just go the join fairy tail route instantly like many other fanfic's
Yes wait
No don't
Thanks for reading enjoy
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Light split open the sky as Varion tumbled after being shot from the gate and the timestream, spinning uncontrollably. Wind screamed past his ears, clouds shattering around him as he fell. His body twisted, instincts taking over as he angled himself downward, but the ground rushed up far too fast. He hit the canopy hard.
Branches exploded beneath him in a cascade of cracking wood and flying leaves. The impact sent him crashing through layer after layer until he slammed into the earth with a heavy thud that shook the surrounding trees.
For a moment, he lay still.
Everything was quiet except for the settling dust.
Then Varion groaned, rolled onto his side, and pushed himself upright.
He froze.
The air was thick with magic—rich, ancient, the kind that settled into your skin and vibrated with life. Not chaotic or corrupted. Pure. Thrumming. Familiar in a way he couldn't name.
He turned in a slow circle.
Massive trees twisted upward into the sky, larger and older than almost anything he had ever seen. Strange white flowers glowed faintly along the roots, releasing shimmering particles that drifted lazily through the air. Even the grass under his feet pulsed with a soft energy, as though the entire island breathed.
Varion inhaled sharply.
"This place…" he murmured. "It's alive."
Tenrou Island. not that he knew that
He walked forward, feet crunching over fallen leaves. Every step he took stirred the air—as if the island itself were paying attention. A faint hum vibrated across his skin, Not hostile, Not even cautious, just Interested, probing.
As he passed under a towering arch of roots, the light dimmed slightly. He felt warmth—gentle, enveloping, curious—like someone touching his shoulder without a hand. His senses flared.
Something was watching him.
Not a beast.
Not a person.
The island. A whisper of wind rustled the leaves overhead.
A soft pulse traveled through the ground beneath his boots. The magic wrapped around him, tasting his aura, brushing against his heartbeat.
"…You're greeting me," Varion realized.
He remembered this feeling.
Not here. But from his time in the Valley of Dragons, when Igneel would press his aura against him in approval…
It felt kind of.
Warm.
Ancient.
Protective.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a rare, soft smile.
"I see. You approve."
A sudden roar erupted behind him.A beast.
Varion turned slowly, cracking his neck as something massive bounded out of the brush—tiger-striped fur, glowing red eyes, fangs longer than daggers, body thrumming with ambient magic.An apex predator of the island.
It leapt.
Varion braced one foot, caught it by the jaw mid-air, and slammed it into the ground hard enough to rattle the trees.The creature lay dazed, twitching.
Varion dusted off his hands.
"Looks like this era still knows how to say hello properly."
The island hummed again.
Varion stepped forward into the sacred forest, shoulders relaxed, expression calm.
He expected to feel many things when leaving his own time, he hadn't expected to feel welcomed though. Especially from an island of all things. Then he got curious 'why is it so welcoming to me' then he shrugged, he'll find out later.
Someone was here. But not alive. Not exactly.
He turned toward the faint glow gathering between two massive roots. At first it looked like floating motes of light. Then the particles swirled together, drawing shape… form… silhouette.
A small barefoot girl emerged from the shimmering gold, blonde hair drifting like it was underwater. Her green eyes widened the moment they focused on him—truly, sharply—like she was seeing something impossible.
Mavis Vermillion.
Fairy Tail's First Master.
But to Varion, she was simply a strange little ghost in an ancient forest.
She stared openly, mouth parted, expression flickering between wonder and disbelief.
"You …. Can see me" she whispered, her voice soft, airy, trembling.
Varion blinked. Something in her aura felt ancient, but not threatening. Not even wary. Just… lonely.
"Last I checked I'm able to see people, yes," he replied quietly.
Mavis drifted closer, her steps making no sound at all. She circled him slowly, her gaze flicking over his clothes, his posture, his presence.
"You're not from this era," she murmured. "You feel like old magic. Very old. But not cursed… not Zeref's kind … something else."
He stiffened slightly. Her perception was sharp. Too sharp.
She stopped in front of him and tilted her head.
"This island reacted to you. Tenrou only responds like that to people it accepts."
Varion didn't answer. Mavis floated a little closer still, eyes softening—not with suspicion, but with… hope.
"Are you lost?" she asked. "Did you come here by accident?"
"I was thrown here," he said. "Through a gate."
Mavis inhaled sharply. "The Eclipse Gate?"
His eyes flicked up. "You know it?"
She nodded slowly. "I've studied it before all I could tell was that it connected 2 points in time… but this is the first time I've ever seen someone come out of it alive."
A moment of silence passed between them.
Then Mavis smiled gently—small, almost shy."…It's nice to have someone else on the island again."
Before Varion could answer, the island itself vibrated.
A low rumble vibrated through the roots. Birds burst from the treetops in a sudden flurry. Leaves spiraled in an unnatural gust of wind.
Varion's senses snapped to attention.
Something else was here.
Not living.
A pulse of magic flared from deeper in the forest—strong, disciplined, familiar in tone but not in identity.
Mavis's expression changed immediately.
"That… That's not the island. That's—someone or something tapping its magic directly."
The wind stilled.
Varion stepped forward, eyes narrowing as the presence grew stronger.
Whatever it was… it felt connected to Tenrou's core.
Connected to magic that predates even Mavis and it felt familiar in a way.
He glanced at her.
"Should we check it out?"
Mavis nodded, floating at his side.
But he followed the pull anyway.
The forest thickened the deeper Varion and Mavis walked, the light softening beneath the heavy canopy. The air grew warmer, more concentrated with magic, flowing in slow tides around them. Something was calling with a pull he felt in the center of his chest.
Tenrou wasn't guiding him toward danger.
It was guiding him toward something that remembered him.
The trees parted into a quiet glade.
At its center sat a half-buried object covered in moss and roots, shaped like a curved, metallic spine—soft silver with hints of starlight in its surface. It wasn't a sword or armor. It was a chest more of a container.
It was… gentle and elegant. It looked like something crafted by hand.
Varion stopped breathing for a moment.
He knew the feeling radiating from it.
Warm. Protective.
The same warmth he felt when Veldanava tucked him against his chest and curled his wings around him as a child.
Mavis hovered beside him, eyes wide with awe. "This… this doesn't feel like Tenrou's magic."
"No," Varion said quietly. "It isn't."
He stepped closer. The object stirred.
The air in the glade felt different—still, waiting. Varion stepped forward slowly. Mavis drifted behind him, quiet, sensing something unusual even in a place as magical as Tenrou.
Half-buried beneath roots and moss lay a chest. He went forward, gently uncovering it then opened it. Inside lay a folded shape, dark as shadow. Not metal. Not cloth. Something in between.
The object rose slightly, unfolding in the air with a soft rustle like breath passing over scales.
A cloak.
Midnight black.
Simple. Unadorned.
Nothing sparkled on its surface, no runes, no symbols.
But when the fabric shifted, even slightly, Varion caught glimpses of something beneath—tiny stars drifting across the inner lining, faint, distant, as if the inside of the cloak whispered with its own private night sky.
He recognized it instantly.
His breath caught.
His fingers curled.
"…Dad," he whispered.
Mavis blinked. "Varion?"
He stepped closer, lifting the cloak gently. Up close, it became obvious what it was made of—countless tiny dragon scales, layered and interwoven until they behaved like cloth. So small, so finely crafted, no human could ever tell what they were from just a glance. Only someone raised by dragons would recognize the subtle texture, the way it shifted, the faint weight.
"This isn't cloth," Varion said softly. "These are star-dragon scales. From him."
"your dad?…he created it?" Mavis asked, voice hushed with awe.
Varion nodded.
"i remember he said he made this before I was with him. Said I'd find it someday when I needed it."
His hand brushed the inner lining, where stars shimmered faintly as they drifted.
"Why place it here?" Mavis whispered.
Varion swallowed.
"Because he knew… this is where I'd land. Even before meeting me he was looking out for me preparing things to help me. He knew at some point he couldn't protect me anymore. So he left something behind that could."
The cloak lifted in the air again, as if inviting him. It draped around his shoulders with a soft whisper, settling perfectly against his frame. The weight was comforting—solid, familiar, warm in a way no regular fabric could ever mimic.
It didn't glow.
It didn't ripple.
It didn't try to impress.
It simply existed around him like a silent guardian— a father's last embrace made tangible.
Mavis floated closer, eyes softening as she studied it.
"It looks ordinary," she murmured.
"But… it feels like I'm looking at the nighy sky."
Varion gave a faint, sad smile.
"That's how he worked. Nothing flashy. Nothing loud. Just… perfect."
He rested his hand on the cloak's edge, and it warmed slightly beneath his touch—scales shifting like they recognized him.
Mavis's voice dropped to almost a whisper.
"Does it have a name?"
Varion exhaled slowly.
"He called it the Nightfall Cloak," he said. "Said as long as I wore it… nothing in this world would take me from it without a fight."
A final gift from the father he lost.
Varion stood still for several seconds, breathing deeply, letting the weight of it settle on him—not power, not protection, but memory.
Mavis lowered herself onto a root near him, her expression soft and curious.
"Varion… what was he really like? Your father?"
Varion rested a hand lightly on the cloak's edge, thumb brushing the faint pattern of tiny scales. His voice came quiet, steady.
"He was calm. Kind. Strong in ways that didn't need to be loud."
He paused. "He protected us… all of us. Even when it cost him."
Mavis nodded, absorbing the weight behind the simple words. "And… you loved him?"
Varion's gaze drifted toward the treetops.
"Yeah. I did."
Mavis didn't press further. She simply sat beside him, the forest quiet around them. Tenrou's wind drifted softly through the leaves, the kind of silence that wasn't empty—just peaceful.
She glanced up at him once more.
"I'd like to hear more about him. When you're ready."
Varion gave a faint nod.
3 days later
The morning light over Tenrou Island carried a softness that didn't reach Varion's heart. The forest canopy shimmered in gentle gold, the air thick with ancient magic, but none of it felt familiar the way it once had. Everything was quieter now—too quiet—and he knew it wasn't because the island was sacred.
It was because he was alone.
Not completely, of course. The presence of Mavis, faint and ethereal, followed him as he walked through the last stretch of Tenrou's forest. She drifted at his shoulder like a calm breeze, her expression soft with curiosity and something like sympathy. She had listened to his story, what little he had chosen to share. It felt like she understood the weight he carried even without the details.
"The world beyond this island is waiting for you," she had said. "And I think you'll find something worth holding onto beyond just your goal to protect the kids."
Her voice echoed faintly as Varion stepped into a clearing near the shore. The cloak he found rested over his shoulders now. Midnight-black, smooth as polished scales, it clung to him with a steady, protective warmth. Inside, faint specks of starlight flickered like distant constellations.
He brushed a hand over the cloak's edge, feeling the familiar pulse of the enchantments woven into it. For a brief moment, he let himself breathe.
Tenrou's shoreline opened before him, the sea stretching endlessly toward the mainland. He could almost see the path ahead, though the distance blurred with mist and early fog. The others were somewhere out there—frightened, scattered, vulnerable. And though he didn't know exactly where, he could feel the faint pull of familiar magic even this far away his senses were terrifying in how sharp they were.
He couldn't stay here.
Varion took one last look at the island. The trees swayed gently, the air humming with old magic, and Mavis' form lingered at the treeline—watching him go, her translucent hair drifting like smoke.
"Varion," she murmured, her voice barely more than the whisper of leaves, "the next steps are yours. But I won't let you walk away empty-handed." She walked forward and pointed at his wrist. A symbol shaped kind of like a fairy appeared.
"If you go to fairy tail the current master should see this and know you're a friend of mine, also if you want to join this will be my recommendation for you to be put in S class. I can feel how much magic you have and its strength even if you are good at hiding it."she said with a cheeky smile
He nodded once. "Thank you Mavis and I might go by and see it first before I decide".
They both gave a small smile then stepped away from each other.
He inhaled slowly and let his magic rise. It traveled through him in a steady, controlled surge—familiar, powerful, ancient and young all at once. Horns curved upward from his temples in a smooth arc. Scales flickered along his skin before settling into a faint sheen beneath the cloak. Then, with a rush of air and a bright flare of magic, his wings unfurled.
They were large, sleek, and unmistakably draconic—broad enough to catch the wind with ease, light enough to move with precision. The patterns of silver and faint blue along the membranes caught the light like shifting constellations. In the quiet of the island's shore, they looked otherworldly.
Mavis watched him with a soft, proud smile.
"You really are something else…"
Varion crouched, wings arching behind him as he gathered power in his legs. For a heartbeat, he let himself feel the moment completely—the earth under his feet, the air full of magic, the weight of the cloak, the distant ache of responsibility and loss.
Then he launched into the sky.
The world dropped away beneath him in a rush of cool wind and sunlight. Tenrou Island shrank behind him as he climbed higher, wings beating in smooth, powerful strokes. The ocean spread out below, shimmering like a field of blue glass.