A/N: All right here we go, another story I had the idea for recently and I am really excited for you guys to get to read it! This one is another AU but set up to have a more 'epic' as my other's are either lighthearted comedy or downright seductive or they follow the Anime itself, anyway I hope you all enjoy!

The wind picked up, it tore the last remaining leaves of autumn the ones too stubborn to let go until after the winter, it picked up the dust on the usually bustling streets, it ruffled the hair and cloak's of many on its way. The first hot breeze of spring, to many something that meant harvest season had come young love would bloom and the birds would return, but to one boy it brought nothing but a sour reminder of a past he would rather forget. That young boy stood on the ridgeline of the mountain ranges that protected the southern side of the village, he looked at the two grave markers side by side in the ground and sighed as the wind pulled back his hood and whipped his cloak around his legs, His pink hair fell around his face and his onyx eyes held the sorrow of buried wounds. It was the anniversary of his parent's death, his father a stoic military man had died when he was a young boy, carted off to fight another man's war he had died, he held nothing but good memories of his father, his fishing trips and his lesson's he would never forget. His mother was the most kindhearted person he had ever met, she had been taken rather abruptly from a fever less than two years ago, causing the boy, as many put it grow up too quickly.

"Well mother. Father, it's been a little while," He said flatly "I am still doing fine, uncle Makarov has been looking after me well, I finally understand why you used to call him a crazy old man Father." He walked up and rested his hand on the gravestones of his parent's letting out another sigh as he watched the sun descend the last few moments of the first day of spring, before straightening himself pulling his hood up and turning on his heel to walk back to the village. He pulled his cloak around him tighter as the cool night air began to make it's appearance, he walked silently while he thought, before something caught his eye a faint glimmer, against his better judgment he walked over to investigate further, He found the glimmer was a reflection of something that was buried inside the ridgeline from the looks of things in a cavern a few feet under the ground, before falling away into a large blackness, he looked down the hole and wondered what would be shining enough from just the minimal amount of moonlight peaking from the sky. he started lowering himself into the hole 'Just a quick look, then I will go home' He thought to himself firmly as he looked around in the dark hole 'I don't know what I expected.' he thought with a slight chuckle.

"You're an interesting one!" The voice startled him and his leg slipped, falling into the cavern he looked up to see the hole his hand reached up in a futile effort to catch it 'So this is how I die, on the anniversary of my parents death's, go figures I'd inherit their accursed luck.' Was the last thought as he hit something that seemed to give way beneath him, before he realized he was submerged in water, it froze him to the bone as he clambered up onto what seemed like an island 'Couldn't just hit a rock and end quickly nooo I have to land in freezing water and slowly freeze to death.' he thought glumly as his teeth chattered.

"Yes, a very interesting one." The voice set his teeth on edge, or maybe that was the cold he wasn't sure.

"Who's in here?" He asked into the black. He received no answer 'Figures I am as crazy as my uncle as well.'

"You aren't crazy, well maybe a little for you to come down here." The voice was suddenly ringing through his mind again.

"I'm in no mood for games!" He growled

"I like you little one, you have a fire not many humans possess." the voice said with what seemed like a small chuckle.

"What is your name boy?" The voice asked

"Natsu," He answered getting unsteadily to his feet and looking around "Who are you?"

"I have many names, but I have yet to decide whether you are worthy of pronouncing them." The voice laughed.

"Fine. Where are you?" Natsu asked simply

"Why I am in a very dark place by the looks of things." the voice seemed to joke.

Natsu was not amused, 'Great so I am talking to myself in a dark hole, while I freeze to death.'

"Let me ask you boy do you want to die?" The voice asked

No answer.

"Well?"

"No." Natsu answered as he looked around again, he only needed to be able to stay warm.

"I may be able to assist you," The voice chuckled "But as I am saving you. I believe it is only fair we enter into a…partnership." It added the last part almost threateningly

"You get me out of here alive and I will carry you to the capitol and back." Natsu said with a chuckle 'I may as well, better than dying in a hole.'

"I promise it will be nothing that extreme, now just wait a moment." The voice said simply.

Natsu stood in a deafening silence for what were likely the most agonizing seconds of his life, before the cavern seemed to roar to life around him, it started a few meters away from him, ember's of fire sparking to life before disappearing down what seemed to be a small rivet in the ground, he watched as with a loud snap for erupted from the ground, ripping along a predetermined path as it lit, lighting the cavern as it moved. He looked around, the fire casting an ire orange light over the room, it seemed like he was standing in an old temple.

He admired the stone work around him, before he heard the familiar voice again.

"All right, you should at least be able to avoid freezing to death now," It chuckled "When you have dried and no longer feel the grip of imminent death venture towards the temple and find me, there we will discuss the rest of our…partnership."

Natsu wouldn't have believed this if he wasn't experiencing it, he sat back down allowing the heat of the fire to dry his clothes, he pinched the bridge of his nose 'What have I gotten myself into.'

A small amount of time passed before, he felt he was dry and warm enough to move around,' Venture into the temple and find me, that is what the voice said,' He thought firmly as he looked towards the top of the stone steps in front of him, he began to ascend them. He got to the top if the stairs and stared down the mouth of the temple 'Great more black.' he thought with sarcastic mirth as he set out to find the owner of this mysterious voice. He walked for what seemed like hours in the pitch black before the voice spoke again.

"So boy what is the most important thing for you?"

The was no answer for a few moment's while Natsu thought.

"Protecting those I care about." He said flatly

The voice seemed to chuckle "You certainly are interesting."

Natsu rolled his eyes, he was getting sick of walking in the dark and of this voice calling him interesting 'My belief's aren't that weird.' he thought fiercely. He looked around in the darkness finding a source of light, he walked in that direction. He entered another open room and he peered around it, the light came from a crack in the roof, it allowed an abundance of moonlight to shine into the center of the room illuminating a large crystalline box of pure blue. Natsu eyed the box from across the room 'No way a box that looks like its valuable isn't booby trapped somehow, I need to be careful in here.'

He eyed the ground carefully 'What am I even doing here?' He thought firmly 'You are fulfilling your side of the deal and you know it.' his mind snapped back at him 'yeah but wasn't prerequisite to this not dying?' he thought back 'Don't make such short sighted decisions then.' Natsu sighed, 'arguing with myself isn't getting me out of here.' He looked at the floor again, it seemed normal he knew it was supposed to but something was off about this whole room, he could feel it.

"Well are you going to retrieve me from this darkness or just stand at my door?" The voice demanded impatiently.

"Wait you are in that box?" Natsu asked confused, 'why was a person in a box and who put them there and the most overbearing, should I let them out?'

"You agreed if I kept you alive you would try, and besides it is unlikely you will even be able to open the box." The voice taunted flatly.

Natsu clenched his fists and stomped up to the box, throwing all caution out the window "Can't open huh? Let's see about that shall we." he shouted as he gripped what he thought was the lid and pulled upwards with every ounce of strength in his body. After a few moments of the thing not seeming to budge something gave, with a deafening crack the lid began to slide away from the base, he pushed as he panted trying to regain his lost oxygen as he gave the last of his strength to finally get the lid off the rest. he fell heavily his cheek resting along the side of the cool stone as he regained his breath.

"Yes, very interesting." The voice chuckled

"Yeah, can't open it was it you said, well that showed you." Natsu retorted with a sense of proud victory.

He regained his breath and lifted his head to look in the box he had opened, inside all he found was what looking like a black iron skull the lead into a large clawed hand, he looked down at it in awe and a little curiosity.

"I am glad you like my appearance," The voice rang in his head and he stared in wide eyed shock at the object in front of him "You know why you are interesting yet?"

"Y-You're a glove?" Natsu asked in disbelief.

The voice seemed to almost slump "No I am currently a gauntlet," it said back "Now do you want to know why you are interesting?"

"Why are you talking?" Natsu asked still disbelievingly.

The voice sighed "Because I am no mere piece of armor or weaponry, now shut up and listen." It demanded in a tone that snapped Natsu out of his small stupor.

"Now that I have your attention," The voice said in satisfaction "You are the only human being on the planter that has heard my voice in over five thousand years. There was an enchantment on that box, only one worthy of my power would ever be able to hear me and open it."

"Soo what? Am I a hero now, am I supposed to go an stop all the evil in the world or something?" Natsu asked with a chuckle 'Yeah me the savior of the land, as if' he thought in disbelief.

"I am not a fortune teller, I am a weapon," The voice said flatly "I have no idea what you are going to do, all you need to do is put me on and learn how to fight with me."

"I hate to break it to you…But you are a glove and one that doesn't look specifically warm nor inviting me to put on." Natsu said flatly

The voice groaned in annoyance "Now listen here boy you said you would carry me to the capitol and back remember, now put me on!"

"Fine, fine." Natsu said picking up the strange piece of metal, he eyed it for a few moments, the metal seemed strong enough, the gauntlet itself would cover to his elbow easily, the glove ended with a long menacing looking claw on each finger, the black cloth rustled slightly as he pushed the thing on his arm, he clenched his fist and was surprised the claw's didn't cut into his hand in fact for how menacing the looked they were blunt and not at all lethal. 'This thing is a weapon, yeah I don't think you could turn these into something dangerous no matter how you tried.' "Happy?" he asked aloud

"Quite," The voice answered "Now I am going to show you a few things."

Natsu shook his head "You know for a glove you talk a lot."

His hand reached up and latched onto his own head, pulling it down onto the open box painfully, he groaned in pain as he rubbed his forehead "What the hell?"

"That is for calling me a glove," the voice said, he imagined a curt nod along with the voice and it made him slightly irritated "Now shut up and watch."

Natsu pursed his lips in annoyance and nodded waiting for anything to happen. His hand enveloped into a white light and the gauntlet shifted, the thing shifted becoming a long shaft, into a crescent blade, as the weight got to great for one hand he turned It around and slung it over his shoulder, the blade curved down beside him and the tip dug into the stone on the floor, a slightly smaller blade coming from the back of the pole. He stared at the black metal of the scythe and ran his hand down the blade. The skull shifted and offered itself as a counted weight at the haft of the pole, the thing was as large as him if not taller when he set it upright 'How am I supposed to use this?'

"Now you see, I am no mere glove!" The voice rang out with pride

"Fine, then what I am supposed to call you?"

"Karite Daikama." The voice answered

A/N: All right a five thousand year odl grim reaper's scythe and one confused Natsu! I hope you all enjoy this and are excited to read more i have a feww idea's about this and i don't know how or when i am going to intorduce Erza, but be excited! Until next one!