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Hera stood on the brim of a cliff. Arms crossed, blonde hair blowing slightly in the breeze before it settled. Her amber gold eyes reflected the setting of the sun. 6PM. Everyone should be here in awhile. Assuming the messages reached the appropriate mages according to her Father's Journals.
The camera would pan over a city, towering with Chineese Style palaces built into the mountains itself, waterfalls flowing down into the clouds beneath itself. It was quite breathtaking. It was almost like a city in the skies itself. With the many japaneese style maids walking too and fro in town, it was almost a quaint place. Although laughter could be heard too and fro as well.
The fire mage waited patiently as she put a hand on her hip. Reports of a Black Dragon. Larger than any stadium or coliseum had begun to spread not only across both continents of Earthland, Ishval and Alvarez. This caused Hera to make a split second decision. To call a summit of the all the Dragon Slayers. Digging through her fathers journals, and through modern reports of activity of mages with certain capabilities. She believed she was able to locate them all.
She would not be able to face Acnologia alone, nor should threats like these go unchecked. A temporary group should be formed whenever such threats arose. Who better to handle threats of these calibur than the Dragon Slayers themselves? Sure. Alliances would be formed, broken, and re-made with this group if this plan went through unhinged. But it would be worth it when faced with the possibility of the Black Dragon destroying all everyone had built.
Acnologia had no allegiances, and neither should anything built to face him. Therfore here high above Mountain Village, in Terra Ignis. She hoped they could put aside petty differences to combat a potentially greater threat. Some were close family friends. Some were enemies of her family. Some were unknowns to her, with motives she had no clue about. She hoped they all could unite however. If they were to be hunted, they should have one anothers backs, or tails in the cases of Dragons.
The Dragon of Poison particularly worried her, as he had a personal vendetta against her Father, Heero after being defeated soundly by him years ago. Her father's journals warned he was extremely dangerous and powerful however and not to be taken lightly. Hera liked the sound of him already, and hoped they would get along better than her father and he. Hopefully he didn't try to exact some type of deep seated vengeance on her on this eve. Basilisk Fang and Fairy Tail were both Dark Guilds now after all. The Dragons Lightning, Ice, and Metal were all guildmates and were like younger siblings to her late father, Heero Reyold. Who died in a fatal battle alongside his longtime friend against Acnologia, this friend was the legendary White Dragon Slayer, Shuhei Kisaragi and those 3 were like brothers and sister to her. She knew Hana and Gamon had trained under her father personally and were particularly powerful and not. Hana was actually his direct apprentice.
"I don't know much about the others I guess....I wonder what kind of people they are....what kind of paths they've walked." she said to herself staring out at the horizon.
The room was huge and ornate, two red couches. A huge fireplace was shown as Hera walked back into the room she'd rented out. One of the walls in the room was the glass balcony she'd just walked out from; so one could really see the whole city like a medival China in the mountains just outside the palace of a hotel room she was given by Ardere, her father's old rival just incase she'd ever needed somewhere to stay or host.
As she stared into the roaring flames, a huge feast sat behind her. Steaming as she merely stood by the glass, putting her hands behind her back with her back to the front door of room #717. Looking out against the city as her black and gold uniform was shown pacing back and forth in thought. She had great fear of Acnologia, if he attacked now. The world was pretty much done for. It had destroyed her father and her Uncle Shuhei. An impossible feat in the mind not only of her, but millions of humans, wizards, and magical creatures alike. Hera was genuinely worried about these reports from all across Earthland. Although she felt she could potentially be stronger than her Father was now, that still would probably not be enough for the Black Dragon.
There was a pool table in the room as well, a big fan of the game. Normally Hera would be playing, but with the gravity of the meeting. She decided not too. They would have all received the same letter from Hera, exactly the same. And so she waited. Hands behind her back, staring out the glass wall at Terra Ignis. For the other 9 Dragons.