Everything was consumed in the choking smoke and flames. He wasn't the same person he was before, not in the slightest. It hurt to see him this way, to see him cast away his morals to see innocents burn. To see people cry and beg for mercy only to be crushed underneath deafening fury. Natsu Dragneel. In the past, he'd fight any enemy who threatened his friends, he'd help anyone who desperately needed it. Though, after consuming the god flames of Ignia, his core changed. He wasn't safe to be around as his mind was on the hinges ever since the transition happened. He would've never thought in a million years that he could possibly do what he had. It did not phase him anymore, though, he grown used to the cries of anguish. He didn't care. The one person he did care about, though—Wendy—was starting to get too close to him. Like she wanted to redeem him or something... Natsu didn't like the feeling it stirred within him. He felt sick, like the smoke of his own flames were filling his lungs every time her sweet face manifested itself in his dreamscape. He couldn't bare the thought of hurting her—but every fiber in his being was telling him to rip the world to shreds. Wendy had no idea that the flames would consume Natsu in this way. She didn't know what to say when she found Natsu in the middle of a burning field. Innocents screaming and a few Good Samaritan's trying to pull her away from the fiery Dragneel. "No! Let me speak to him!" she'd cry, tugging herself away and nearly tripping on the way to see him. She'd land on her knees, looking up at Natsu with tear filled eyes. "Why... what have you done?" the memory faded as soon as it came. It only brought more heartache. The only thing that they had left was a single, scorched note that read, 'Don't look for me. I'm too dangerous.' They never saw him again. Much like the flames of a candle distinguished in one night. He vanished. Wendy kept the note ever since she found it on the table in their guild hall. She placed it within an inner pocket of her blouse garment. She didn't want anything to happen to it if she never saw Natsu again. The thought of it made her heart sink and her eyes sting with tears. She wouldn't cry right now though, she had a mission to attend to. She didn't want to bring the moral of her team down with her sadness. Ever since that note came into their hands, the guild spent every moment they could in researching Natsu's disappearance. There were tales, of course. But nothing that ever gave them a true lead to his whereabouts. It was beyond frustrating. Almost two whole years have passed and nothing. That didn't mean they were going to let up on their searching... they knew they were close to something. They wouldn't give up.