Hello everyone! Shadow here! So I thought I'd try my luck with a Fairy Tail fanfic! I haven't thought of what I'll be doing with this but I'll get to that when it comes around. Onto the chapter!

Screams could be heard from a small village nestled in a valley surrounded by snow-capped mountains. Fires could be seen from every house as fire mage bandits raided the small town of Drasmere. About a half hour passed, the screams stopped, and the bandits move out of the now ghost town.

As dawn approaches and the sun crests over the mountains, a small boy walks the streets, tears streaming down his face as he spots the bodies of several people he grew up with. He stopped walking as he came across two bodies a largely built, muscled man and a somewhat smaller in frame female. The bodies were charred slightly and heavily beaten, the man holding the woman in his arms, protectively. They were his parents, he dropped to his knees and let out a pained boy just continued to cry for hours until he soon passed out, curled up next to the bodies of his deceased parents.

Hours passed, and a near deafening roar awoke the light blue haired boy, he sprang to his feet as sweat ran down his face. He ran to a nearby house, opened the door, and darted in. He hid so he could peek out the window but remain unseen.

A few moments later a light blue dragon could be seen circling over the village, it lets out another piercing roar, calling out "DREN MIGRAM! I KNOW YOU LIVE AND I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME" it shouted, the ground shaking as a result.

Upon hearing his name called from a dragon of all things, Dren began to shake with fear. 'Why does a dragon know my first name? And why is he saying Migram? My last name is Binett. W-What do I do?' he thought to himself, panicking.

"DREN I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" the dragon roared as it continued to circle the valley.

Dren did not move, who would? What moron would approach a dragon? 'What does a dragon want with me? I'm nothing special, I'm just an orphan now' Dren thought as more tears streamed down his face.

"DREN! I CAN TEACH YOU ABOUT YOUR PAST AND TEACH YOU POWERFUL MAGIC!" the dragon roared.

Now, this was a tempting offer, Dren hadn't been born in Drasmere, he remembered he was found and taken in by a young couple who, due to a medical problem on the wife's behalf, couldn't bear children.

Years Ago

"Come on Eldeon! You're so slow!" Called a woman with bright, long red hair. She giggled as she ran through the forest.

"Kuta! Slow down, please! You could trip!" Cried a slightly scared man with black hair that just went past his forehead. He rushed through the trees trying to get to her; however, he was careful with his steps, so he fell behind his wife.

She giggled more as her crimson hair flowed in the wind "You're such a worry-wart love! Come on live a little!" She said as she soon disappeared from his sight as she dipped behind a tree.

As she vanished from his sight, he rushed after her "Kuta that's not funny!" He cried as he looked around for her. After not finding her his anxiety began to rise. "Kuta? Are you alright? Please stop doing this to me! You know how I get!" He begged as he frantically searched for her.

She giggled to herself from her perch in a tree; she liked watching him panic like this. It was funny to her because all he had to do was look up. After a minute or two had passed she jumped off the branch she was on and landed on his shoulders.

He nearly buckled under the sudden impact of her landing on his shoulders. He groaned and stood up, suddenly they both heard a terrible childlike scream not too far from them.

Upon hearing the scream, Kuta flipped off Eldeon's shoulders and began to run in the direction of the scream.

Eldeon followed suit, carelessly charging towards the source of the sound, leaping over roots and rocks that covered the forest floor.

As the two came into a large clearing, with a massive oak tree in the middle, they could see what was going on.

About sixty feet in front of the three wolves had cornered a small boy with long, messy, light blue hair and sky blue, piercing eyes. The boy was curled up into a ball, his hands covering his head, he was screaming for help hoping someone would hear. He hadn't, however, noticed the couple sprinting towards him.

Eldeon bolted at the wolves his right hand extended to his side as he charged, a few moments later his hand glowed with a vibrant red light. "Requip, Devil's Blade!" he hissed as a gnarled, jagged, red bladed long sword appeared in his hand from his armory. When he got a reasonable distance to the wolves, he leaped into the air, twisted and flipped, landing in front of Dren. Eldeon took an odd fighting stance. His right leg was bent at the knee while his left was a good three or four feet in front, his right hand was raised above his head, blade aimed at the wolves and his left hand was in an open palm strike-like position. Eldeon glared at the beasts, daring them to attack him with his eyes.

In seeing this new, more substantial threat the wolves recoiled and then bolted off into the woods to look for easier prey.

Now that her husband dealt with the threat, Kuta rushed over to the child and began to tend to him. They then brought the boy back to their village and adopted him.

Present Day

The other part of the offer was tempting too, Dren had studied magic from the books they had at the library in the village but his adoptive parents wouldn't let him practice it until he was thirteen. Dren took a deep breath and shook his head 'What do I have to lose? I'm already alone' he thought to himself as he walked out of his hiding spot and made his way to the outskirts of the destroyed surroundings that once was Drasmere.

The dragon continued to circle the ruined village, his impatience growing, until he saw Dren come out of a house and make his way towards the outer part of the village. The dragon descended with great speeds and landed a few hundred feet from the boy, the ground shaking from the impact. "I'm going to go straight to the point here, my name is Glacor, I am the Ice Dragon King. A dear friend of mine asked me to train you in the arts of my magic. So, Dren Migram, I ask you. How does being the ice dragon slayer sound?" Glacor asked with a grin.

Dren's eyes widened, and his mouth formed a smile, he nodded vigorously "I would like that a lot. But why do you call me Dren Migram, my last name is Binett." the boy said still confused by the name.

Glacor let out a chuckle and lowered his head to the ground "All your questions will answer themselves in good time, now hold on tight we're taking flight!" he said as he took to the skies.

Dren held onto the fins on the back of Glacor as he looked back at his old home, tears began to stream down his face once more as his now-destroyed home was growing smaller by each passing second.

Years Later

Year X780

7:00 AM

Dren awoke precisely at seven AM, Glacor had woken him up at that time for three years. He leaped to his feet with a grin on his face "Alright! What are you going to te- dad? Glacor where are you?" He called as the blue dragon was nowhere in sight. Using his magic he formed draconic wings of ice on his back and took to the skies, and he flew around for hours before finally giving up. He landed at the outskirts of a large town and curled up by a tree, and began to cry.

An older man was walking past and heard distant sobbing, confused he walked over to the source to find Dren curled up in a ball, crying and muttering something he couldn't understand. "Dear child. Why are you crying?" The man asked in an odd, nasally voice.

Upon hearing someone speak to him, Dren looked up, tears streaming down his face. He sniffled, wiped his eyes and in a choked voice, with a slight tinge of fear in it, asked: "Wh-who are you?"

"My name is Makarov Dreyar; I'm the guild master of the number one guild in Fiore! Fairy Tail! So. What's your name? And why are you out here crying?" Makarov asked.

"M-my name is Dren Migram, I-I'm looking for my father. I can't find him everywhere! I even flew around for hours." Dren said as his sobbing increased.

As Dren said he flew around, Makarov deadpanned "You... flew?" He asked not believing the boy.

Dren nodded as he closed his eyes and focused his magic, moments later dragon wing of ice appeared on his back. He turned around "See? I use ice dragon slaying magic!" he said looking over his shoulder.

Makarov just shook his head "So you use it too huh?" he muttered under his breath

Upon hearing that Dren's eyes perk up "There's another dragon slayer in Fairy Tail?!" he says as his eyes are anime stars at this point.

Makarov chuckled and nodded "It's Interesting because he uses fire magic," Makarov said with a smile "Would you like to visit the Guildhall?"

Dren thought a moment and then nodded "Yes, please! But do fairies even have tails? Why is the guild named that?" The boy asked confused by the odd name.

Makarov chuckled "That is the eternal question my boy. Now if you would follow me into the town." he said as he began to walk towards the Fairy Tail guild hall.

Dren was giddy now, and he was so excited to meet another dragon slayer before. He didn't know what to expect; curiosity far conquered his sorrow.

As the two approached the guild hall, a voice could easily be heard from inside "FIGHT ME ERZA!" A boy cried "Fire dragon ir-" he was suddenly cut off and an instant later a loud crash could be heard close to the door.

Makarov shook his head and opened the doors of the guild. Inside a brawl had started and Makarov quietly groaned.

As Dren and Makarov entered Natsu stopped paying attention to what he was doing, which was attempting a flying kick at Erza, when an odd smell hit his nose. He was about to talk to the newcomer but instead was giving a hard punch to the face by the Scarlett haired mage. The pink haired fire dragon slayer was sent into several tables, which he got up soon after as if nothing happened, with only a bump on his head from the blow. He walked over to Dren and began to smell him. "You smell like a dragon" Natsu simply said.

ALRIGHT! That wraps up the first chapter. This is an experiment and a rather rough copy I just wanted to get it out there and get some feedback. So if you have some suggestions, want to scream at me for my terrible writing abilities, or say random shit. COMMENT!

Buh-bye! Shadow out!