"Spell Casting"

'Thoughts'

"Normal Dialogue"

"Demon or Monster DIalogue"

So yeah, this is happening.

Onto the story,

'Damn ol' coots… Making me come all the way out here just to check something out…' Makarov grumbled under his breath as he slowly made his way through the brush, hobbling his way further and further away from Onibus station.

He was on his way back to Fairy Tail from the guild master's meeting in Clover Town. He was wearing a light blue cloak trimmed with white thick white fur. His cloak was tied in front of his chest with two golden clasps. His shoulders were covered in shiny brass shoulder guards, and his wizard saint emblem chained to his breast.

He was heading south east, making his way through the forest in the direction of Akane Beach. The light bleeding through the trees, casting shadows everywhere on this autumn day. The trees were alive, the chirping of birds, and the buzzing of insects echoing through the branches. Squirrels could be seen skittering around, burying nuts and preparing for the winter.

'Though I am curious myself, generally they would send one of their captains before ever asking me' Makarov considered as he stepped over another overgrown root, not really focusing on anything or even walking in any specific direction, letting chance guide him through the forest.

The further he walked, the more signs he could find of sentient life, or actually the lack thereof. Berries in the bushes were properly picked, and not torn, or dropped on the forest floor. The earth was swept, meaning a complete lack of animal tracks or even fallen twigs.

'Whoever the council wanted me to track down definitely doesn't want to be found, but it almost seems that they lack the experience necessary to hide their presence perfectly,' Makarov noticed as he knelt down, trailing his fingers over the ground noticing how the dry dirt was perfectly even.

Standing back up, he noticed he was nearing the edge of the forest, overlooking the canyon that carries a stream that cuts through fiore, from the Northern sea to Akane beach.

The old mage sighed as he walked towards the edge, carefully lowering himself to the ground as he rested his legs over the edge, enjoying the gentle, calming breeze flowing through the canyon.

"I'm surprised by how patient you are, I had expected you to make your move in the forest," Makarov mused quietly, playfully swinging his cane in his right hand as he continued to watch the small stream flow below him.

"It was really smart to cover your tracks like that, I almost never caught your tracks. Don't clear out the bushes like that though, it was too clean to have been done by an animal. Deer or wolves would have made a mess of the leaves, and wouldn't have been able to pick them as cleanly." Makarov explained after a couple minutes of silence, not expecting his target to make the first move.

There was a couple minutes of silence, before Makarov sensed an approaching presence. Their skills were impressive though, if it wasn't for years of experience, he wouldn't have noticed them at all.

"Why are you looking for me?" A soft voice growled in his ear, surprising him a little at just how close they had gotten to him. If they were attempting to kill him, he would have been hard pressed to stop them in time.

"The Council requested I come check this area out on the way back to my guild, apparently a strong magical power was sensed in this forest, and they wanted to know who's side it was on" Makarov explained calmly, practically able to sense the man's breath on his neck, the subtle scent of brimstone reaching his nose.

"And what are you supposed to do when you find it?" The voice spoke louder this time, allowing Makarov to pick up on the youthful pitchiness of the man's voice, Makarov's eyebrow raised slightly when he realized he was dealing with a child.

'Damn fools, now this makes sense' Makarov thought with a sigh as he lowered his cane to his lap, instantly feeling the childs magic power spike, the winds picking up at a violent pace as the boys magic continued to grow at his lack of response.

"I'm sure I don't need to explain what the council would want me to do if I deemed you a threat, but, I don't have the same beliefs as the council either," Makarov explained calmly, not showing any visible reactions to the boys still rising magic power.

"That isn't what I asked!" The boy growled, the pitchy, whining tone breaking Makarov's facade as he began to laugh, not even perturbed when the Boy's magic spliked even higher, the air beginning to heat, as the boy's temper broke his control on his magic.

"Of course, I'm sorry," Makarov replied with a chuckle. "I was going to offer you to come back with me to my guild."

"And why would I do that? All the guild's I've seen are borderline militaristic with how they're run," The child explained, the winds began to calm as he regained control of his magic.

"That's why I am so proud of my guild, and how my brats have made it into a home, and not a workplace. Every morning I come in, it feels like I'm finally home," Makarov explained, a gentle smile on his face as he turned to look at the boy for the first time.

He was surprised to see a young brat, maybe around the age of eleven at most. He had short, spiky pink hair with a while scarf wrapped around his head as a bandana. He had dark olive, almost obsidian eyes and tan skin. The next thing Makarov noticed was the sharp canine teeth poking out of his lips. Makarov's eyes subtly widened when he took in the number of scars on the boy's torso, nothing befitting that of abuse, but of a child trained to fight.

The boy was clearly in a fighting stance, his legs spread, arms held in front of his body, fingers curled into claws. He was barely wearing any pants, his black shorts torn above his knee and covered in mud. He was standing there, his magic pressure now completely contained as he squinted at the old man.

"So you came to recruit a strong mage, that's it? You're not the first," The young boy stated calmly, not moving an inch as he watched Makarov turn around.

"Not quite, The council isn't exactly on good terms with my guild. I was just curious why they asked me specifically." Makarov replied with a small grin on his face as he kept a careful eye on the boy, knowing he wasn't out of the woods yet.

"... What's your guild like?" The boy asked curiously, dropping out of his stance, and hiding his entire magical presence, surprising the old guild master, who raised a brow.

"I like to think of Fairy Tail as a family. They are all my children and I care for them like my own. I don't care who they are, what their past is. Yesterday's enemy can become tomorrow's friends." Makarov explained plainly, not bothering to question why the child suddenly dropped his guard.

"... So there are no tests or fees?" The boy asked curiously, his entire demeanor changing entirely, going from aggressive to childish in seconds, only to become annoyed when Makarov bursts out laughing.

"Fees?! Really! That's what the world has come to…" Makarov bemoaned as he started to walk towards the young boy, watching as the boy tensed before walking past the child.

"How about you come and take a look? Let's head to Onibus and I'll buy you some lunch and get you some new clothes," Makarov asked as he started his way back towards the city, with a hesitant boy walking ten paces behind him.

-Timeskip-

"This food is so good!" The young boy, now introduced as Natsu began to devour everything in site. Every patron in the restaurant watched the child in pure astonishment as he devoured entire plates in seconds, finishing off an entire roast turkey in minutes. The chef, however, had the largest smile on his face, grateful to have someone enjoy his food.

The most astonishing thing was how everything was cleaned off, the plates almost sparkling, the meat bones shining in the gentle light, there were no crumbs, no spills or messes on the table or the child's new clothes.

Gone was the dirty scarf wrapped around his head, and shredded pants. He was now wearing a red long sleeve button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone. He was wearing khaki brown pants that ended mid shin, and brown boots. His scarf is now wrapped around his waist, acting as a belt.

Makarov's jaw had broken through the table ten minutes later when the stack of plates brushed the ceiling, and the boy laid back in the booth, a satisfied sigh rolling off his lips as he wiped his lips with his napkin before gently placing it in his empty glass.

"Thanks for the meal old man! I'm excited to see your guild if they serve food as good as this!" Natsu praised as the old man slowly looked down at the bill that was delivered with the last dish, his eyes widening, before he sighed, and placed the appropriate amount of jewels on the table before sliding out of the booth, his legs stretching to reach the ground before casually returning to proper size as he made his way out of the restaurant, an astonished Natsu following slowly behind him.

"Woah, was that your magic?" Natsu asked excitedly as he began to hop around the old man as they made their way down the street. Pedestrians looked at him with a happy smile on his face, finding the child's enthusiasm adorable.

"Eh, It's a little thing I've picked up over the years. The food at the guild is pretty good, if not better than what you had. But I wouldn't know because I barely had any of it," Makarov said with an amused grin pointed at Natsu, who had the decency to look sheepish for a second before returning to his childlike happiness.

"That's awesome! The more I hear about your guild, the more excited I get gramps!" Natsu explained happily as he continued to walk down the sidewalk, not paying attention to the traffic signals before he was stopped as Makarov's enlarged arm pulled him out of the way of a magic mobile right in time.

"Whoa! What was that!?" Natsu exclaimed happily, not even phased by the fact he was almost severely injured.

"Watch it you damn brat!" Makarov chastises,making Natsu look down, reminding him of the time Igneel had yelled at him for testing his Fire Dragon's Grip Strike on a mountain and almost killing himself in a rock slide.

"Sorry gramps, what was that though?" Natsu asked quietly, slowly following Makarov through the street, now staying right behind the guild master and looking around nervously to ensure no more accidents would happen.

"That was a magic mobile, Citizens can use lacrimae, or even their own magic power to fuel the vehicle allowing it to move. It is very important to watch the traffic lights, which will indicate when you are allowed to cross the street." Makarov explained, as he began to realize that this child had a very sheltered upbringing.

"Oh," Natsu replied despondently, embarrassed at his lack of knowledge. Gone was the youthful innocence, now replaced with a sullen expression that pulled on the guild master's heart.

"Never been to a big city, huh," Makarov queried after a couple minutes as he lead them around a turn, only to stop walking when he began to feel the boy's magic power spike.

"Natsu?" Makarov asked as he turned around, shocked to see the boys eyes closed, his face pointed towards the west side of the city, his nostrils flaring as he attempted to confirm the scent he picked up.

"Natsu?" Makarov inquired louder, only for his eyes to widen in shock as Natsu shot from the ground, an explosion of fire cratering the sidewalk beneath his feet as he rocketed into the sky, a trail of fire beneath him as he soared through the sky, bringing Makarov's attention to the slowly rising smoke outside the city limits.

"Oh dear," Makarov mumbled to himself as he began to quickly hobble after Natsu, hoping he got there before anything bad really happened.

Natsu's PoV

'What's going on? That doesn't seem like a controlled fire,' Natsu thought worriedly as he plummeted through the sky, having had quickly reached his maximum height.

Unfortunately, the closer Natsu got, the clearer the scent became. Copper, Iron, Brimstone, Sulfur, Ash… 'Oh no… Blood!' Natsu thought, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of an overturned carriage, a couple of bodies on the ground and a few figures surrounding a lump on the ground.

Natsu quickly ignited his hands, directing his body towards the ground as his speed picked up dramatically, reaching terminal velocity five seconds before smashing into the ground fifteen feet away from the overturned carriage.

A plume of dirt erupted from his impact site, the sheer force pushing everyone to their knees.

PoV Change

"What *cough* the fuck - was that?!" One of the bandits cried out as they slowly got to their feet, their knees unsteady as it felt like the ground was still shaking.

"I don't know! Roy? Where are you?" One of the men cried out as they attempted to rub the dirt out of their eyes, only to feel a gust of wind blow it all away.

"What are you idiots doing! Did you get them?!" A scathing voice cried out, all four bandits shooting to their feet, a cold drop of sweat rolling down the back of their necks as they turned towards the carriage, shocked to see an empty spot where the two girls had been.

"Kenji! Yoko! Saijou! Ichigo! Spread out! They can't have gotten far!" The leader instructed, doing their best to ignore the chilling breeze wafting through the clearing, the scent of blood continuing to permeate the area.

They were all dressed in different variations of a black Shozoku, with a different accent colours. The leader appeared to be around 6' 2", with a blue belt. There was a giant at 7' with a green belt, A lithe woman at 5' 6" wearing a tight leather bodysuit with white lines outlining her shoulders and legs, and a smaller man at 5' 8" with a yellow belt and a short, rotund man at 5' 4" wearing a blue belt.

Unbeknownst to all but one, Natsu surveyed the site with rapidly growing fury, looking at the men slaughtered on the ground, limbs and blood scattered around the burning carriage that had been stopped in the middle of a dirt road.

Two small figures watched in fear as a pillar of flames exploded from beneath Natsu's feet, reaching fourteen feet high and growing as he let out a roar of anger, they quickly turned around and ran away as fast as they could, grateful for the opportunity, but equally petrified of the flaming monster.

The five bandits turned around, seeing a pillar of Amber fire spiraling around a hidden stranger, two glowing red orbs glaring at them, the pillar quickly began to siphon into his hands.

They made no sound before jumping into action. The Yellow bandit quickly ran towards Natsu, lightning arcing off his ankles as he reached Natsu in two seconds.

"Lightning Strike!" The bandit cried out as he launched his fist towards the young fire mage, who caught the scent of blood on the man's hand. The second his hand touched the young fire mage a huge bolt of lighting struck from the sky, stunning Natsu for a second.

"Storm Shred!" The leader cried out as a blue magic circle appeared in front of his body, creating a violent wind that rushed down the street towards the blinded mage, hoping to take the boy out before they could even assess his risk factor.

"White Fang!" The woman exclaimed, her circle appearing inches away from the wind seal, sending a deadly wind carrying dozens of ice shards colliding into the wind spell, combining both together into a faux-Unison raid.

The cold, bitter wind tore into the young boy, striking him seconds after the lighting strike, the lighting mage already backing off to allow his cohorts to strike in tandem.

Natsu was barely able to cross his arms over his head before the wind tore into his skin, already destroying his new shirt and scratching deep gashes into his forearms.

"Landmine!" The fat man cackled, a magic circle forming instantly under Natsu's feet, creating a large explosion which was only amplified by the wind. The force of the explosion knocked Natsu off balance, sending him flying back towards the tree line.

"Accelerated Growth!" The giant man bellowed as a tree exploded from the ground right in the middle of the road, its bark a dark, rough texture. Natsu grunted when his back slammed into the tree, feeling his back begin to bleed from the cuts.

"And to finish him off,Flash Freeze!" the woman cried out, a large magic circle appearing under the tree as the temperature instantly dropped, freeze the moisture in the air and surrounding the tree in a block of thick, solid ice. She quickly dropped to her knees after casting the spell, while the other bandits began to spread out.

The woman looked up in shock two seconds later, as the ice exploded in smoke and steam.

She felt the air expel from her lungs, as she flew back into the tree line, shocking everyone present as she smashed through two trees before finally stopping at the third, her body slumped to the ground, blood slowly beginning to soak her combat suit.

Everyone looked to the spot she had been kneeling, only see the young boy, standing in her spot, his clothes torn to shreds and barely maintaining his dignity as blood trailed down his entire body.

"Why," The boy asked quietly.

"Why?! Why would you do this?!" Natsu screamed, his hands erupting in flames as he glared at the bandits.

"Venus Fly Tr-" The giant man bellowed only to cut off as a flaming fist impacted his face, a crunching noise echoing throughout the clearing as the man's nose broke. He quickly followed up with his own punch, sending his fist into Natsu's chest, his hand being half the size of Natsu's torso. Natsu spit out blood as he flew back, smashing into the ground while the giant gently lifted his hand to his face.

"Bastard! Updraft!" The leader cried out, a magic circle appearing on the ground below Natsu, creating a dangerous wind that sent Natsu flying into the sky.

"Zeus' Rage!" The lightning Mage cried out as they dropped to their knees, a large magic circle appearing fifty feet in the sky spanning roughly twenty five feet across.

The second Natsu was within ten feet of the circle, dozens of lightning bolts began to rain down, smashing into Natsu and sending him towards the ground. The child screamed in pain, unable to form any sort of defense and taking the hit. A plume of dirt shot up as he crashed into the ground.

The bandits stood wary, three of them ready to continue fighting, while the Lighting mage began to hobble towards the unconscious snow mage, unable to continue fighting.

The Fire, Earth and Wind Mages stood at the ready, not even bothering to look for their targets anymore, this fight had already caused too much of a ruckus, rune knights were sure to be coming.

They were shocked to feel the boy's magic sky rocket, further than anything they felt before their entire lives. Flames began to dance and grow, instantly burning and removing all the floating dust, or debris.

The boy roared as he launched himself at the fire mage, his fist drawn back as the flames surrounding his body propelled him further. The portly fire bandit smirked as he pulled his fist back, shooting a punch of his own forward.

"Fire Fist!" The bandit cackled as a large fist the size of his body shot towards the small boy, expecting that to send the kid flying back. They were all shocked to see the boy simply pass through the flame, flipping his body around so that he landed a solid kick straight to the bandits face.

Natsu pushed himself off the bandit, sending the fat fire mage flying backwards as the boy bounced towards the wind mage.

"Earth Wall!" The giant called out, his voice altered due to his damaged nose as a large, thick wall of dirt sprung from the ground in front of the boy.

Natsu dug his fist into the wall, his knuckles digging three inches deep before another set of flames started shooting out from his feet. They all watched in shock as the boy smashed through the dirt wall.

The wind mage barely stepped out of the way of Natsu's fist, watching as the child cratered the ground with a magic infused fist alone.

Natsu jumped to his feet, an animalistic roar spilling out of his mouth as he turned around, his piercing, glowing eyes practically burning a hole through the wind mage as he launched himself forward.

"Fire Dragon's Burning Knuckle!" Natsu growled as his fist was covered in layers of fire, a split second before smashing into the wind mage, burning him instantly and covering his torso in third degree burns.

The Giant watched in shock as this child tanked all of their attacks before fighting back with barely any magic usage of his own. A frown grew on his face as his magic power began to twist around his legs, and climbing up his body.

"Spring Soldier!" The giant bellowed as his form was covered in dirt, and plants, growing 30 feet tallas the plants began to harden and form armor. There was a faint appearance of a classic samurai armor, covered in thick tree bark and leaves.

Natsu narrowed his eyes at his final enemy, the amount of blood dripping from the dozens of cuts on his body beginning saturate the earth, his breathing ragged as he stared up at the earth mage.

"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist" Natsu growled as he lunged at the giant, his fist impacting with the mossy gauntlet, sending a shock wave crashing through the trees, sending the lightning mage into the trees with a disturbing crash.

The Giant slowly overpowered Natsu, sending him flying back, his hand digging a trench in the ground as he slowed to a stop.

"Fire Dragon's Sword Horn!"Natsu growled as he used his hands to launch himself at the giant, his entire body encompassed in fire as he slammed into the giants Chest, forcing it back a step before it slammed a fist into the boy's back, rocketing the child into the ground.

A large green magic circle appeared under Natsu, who was struggling to his knees. Suddenly the ground under him exploded, a large green venus fly trap exploded from the ground beneath him, swallowing him whole.

The green giant simply continued to walk forward, intent on finishing him off, knowing full well you confirm your kills, and that loose ends generally trip you up.

The giant fell to its knees in front of the plant, shaking the ground as he began to rain furious punches onto the plant, the acidic juices splashing everywhere. Debris was launched in every direction, almost like if you put a tree in a blender; sending branches, dirt and leaves flying everywhere.

The rampage finally finished a couple minutes later, the giants arms stilling on the ground as stairs began to form on the giants back, the mage slowly walking out of the neck. Once the mage was five feet away from the armor it instantly collapsed, burying the child under the debris.

The road was torn beyond repair, craters, rubble and blood decorating the ground like an abstract painting. The carriage was a pile of smoldering lumber, no longer resembling any form of transportation.

The tall man slowly made his way into the surrounding brush, reappearing with the snow mage held carefully against his chest with his left arm, draggin the fire mage behind him with his right.

He began to collect his other two comrades, grateful at least to find them all alive, injuries ranging from a concussion to multiple broken bones and lacerations.

Once he laid them all side by side, he knelt on the ground beside them, placing his palms against the ground as a magic circle formed below them. Branches carefully began to sprout from the ground, lifting his friends as the branches began to knit together.

Minutes later they were all safely strapped and secured on a wooden platform, the leaves and branches compressing and supporting their injuries.

The tall man sighed as he knelt over, prepared to literally carry his team on his back once again, when the rubble behind him began to shift. He carefully looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing when he saw smoke beginning to rise, sighing as he stood to his feet, worried what kind of monster this child truly was.

The child's brute strength was close to his own, his resistance to magic based attacks far beyond that of an A Class mage. The Earth mage genuinely hoped the child would not get back up, worried about what the kid would become in the future.

Suddenly the pile of rubble exploded, barely giving the earth mage enough time to erect a wall large enough to protect him and his friends. The earth mage dispelled his wall a spell on his lips as he prepared to counter attack, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw the kid.

Natsu was trembling, his chest on display, letting the bandit watch as Black tribal markings began to swirl and grow on the child's body, black flames spiraling around his body as the word END was played across the boys concave chest. His right arm was broken in two pieces, his gait thrown off due to the compound fracture on his left leg. His neck was also broken.

Against everything the man stood for, the bandit began to tremble, feeling genuine fear for the first time in a very long time, watching in shock as the blood literally began to run UP Natsu's skin, re-entering his wounds before they closed. The child's ribs began to set themselves, his right arm returning to normal as the bone in his leg slipped back under the skin.

The boy tilted his head up, his eyes glowing an eerie white as he snapped his neck back into place, a pair of horns poking their way out of his spiky salmon hair.

And that is when all hell literally broke loose.

Makarov's PoV

'That damn brat better be alright,' Makarov grumbled as he hobbled his way through the trees towards the road, having had felt the magic being thrown around, equally grateful and nervous when the magic died down a couple of minutes ago.

He was seconds away from exiting the brush when he felt it. A presence so wrong, there was no other way to describe it. A feeling of pure evil surging a couple of metres ahead. Makarov broke into a sprint only to see Natsu, covered in black tribal markings and a pair of horns stick out of this hair. The boy was savagely attacking a large man, who could barely put up a pathetic defence to protect his vitals.

Makarov quickly surveyed the area, noticing the blood stains covering the area, the craters and branches scattered across the road. He glanced over the smoldering timber that was once a beautiful oak carriage before narrowing in on the unconscious bodies restrained in the wooden triage cart.

"Natsu! That's enough, you've won!" Makarov bellowed as he stepped out of the brush onto the edge of the road, purposely drawing all eyes to him as he narrowed his eyes.

The bandit was shocked to see the wizard saint's emblem on the older man's jacket, instantly recognizing him as Makarov Dreyar, the guild master of Fairy Tail, and 6th wizard saint. The Giant and Midget locked eyes for a second, before Makarov subtly nodded, watching as the plant mage slowly made his way backwards, doing his best not to earn Natsu's attention once more.

Natsu continued to stare at Makarov, the light in his eyes flickering as he fought for control. Makarov almost thought he had reached the boy before the sound of a twig breaking tore his eyes away from the elderly guild master, towards the earth mage.

There was no warning for when Natsu sprung, his now clawed hand slashing the bandit over the chest, drawing blood as he spun, his left heel landing brutally on the man's shoulder, shattering his collar bone. Natsu then used the man as a springboard, bouncing off the man as he brought his hands to his mouth. Makarov watched in shock as a torrent of black flames at least seven feet wide smashed into the bandit, sending the man backwards into the ground.

Natsu dug his toes into the dirt, shooting towards the man his right hand drawn into the air, clenched into a fist as he prepared to end the bandit's life.

His flaming strike was blocked by an enlarged white hand, making the child growl in anger, the fire surrounding his body spiking with the boy's anger as he planted his feet on the hand, shooting himself towards Makarov.

"Maximum Defence Seal; Three Pillar Gods!"Makarov spoke calmly as he withdrew his bleeding, scorched hand, knowing he had the child's full attention. Three pillars sprouted around him, two in front and one behind him as a luminescent gold wall appeared all around him.

Natsu simply roared in response, his fire coated fist tripling in size as it smashed into the barrier, an explosion erupting and blocking Makarov's view, only to side step as Natsu broke through the wall, fist poised ready to strike.

Makarov quickly enlarged his right hand, smashing the enraged child into the ground, as he took a couple steps to the left, walking further into the middle of the road.

"I think we both know you can do better than that," Makarov taunted, realizing that Natsu was under some form of Possession or Take-over Magic.

The old man quirked his left brown when Natsu roared, the flames around his body spiking again as scales began to trail up his arms, small protrusions visible on his back.

Natsu launched himself back at Makarov, surprising the old man at his increased speed and landing a Savage strike to the man's chest, drawing blood and burning the old man.

Natsu refused to let up, following with his left to the man's temple, and then a roundhouse kick to his diaphragm, launching the coughing old man down the road, his body bouncing a couple times before rolling to a stop.

The Child roared into the sky, as the wings on his back continued to form, the sky began to react to his rage, the clouds growing heavy and dark as the wind picked up.

Makarov crawled to his knees, his eyes widening when he felt the magic signature Natsu now held, the word END rushing through his mind.

"Forgive me child, Rain of Light!" Makarov muttered as a gold magic circle appeared in front of his hands, hundreds of light arrows shot towards Natsu, attacking him from all sides as the boy screamed in fury, the agony only increased by his reaction to a pure Light oriented magic.

Flames exploded from Natsu, like a bomb consuming everything in their path as they expanded outward and destroying any remaining arrows. The flames reaching Makarov in seconds, who barely had any time to erect a defence, a wall of light forming in front of him as he braced for impact.

The Shield held for all of two seconds before shattering, the flames brutally overpowering such an unprepared wall.

Makarov screamed in pain as he fell to the ground, feeling as if the flames were burning his very soul as they brushed past him.

The fire died out a couple of seconds later but the damage was already done.

Everything those unholy flames touched turned to Ash, scorching rock, earth and grass alike. Makarov was left in the fetal position on the grounds his clothes burnt beyond repair, barely protecting the old man from the cold as he lay there on the ground, his skin already beginning to blister in a couple places.

Natsu's eyes widened at the sight of the old man, finally regaining control as an anguished cry escaping his lips as he fell to his knees, the deformed wings on his back crumbling to Ash as his hands returned to normal, the horns on his head receding back into his hair as the tattoos bled to the ground.

Macao's PoV

"Makarov better get back soon, these kids are going crazy!" The purple flare mage whispered to his drinking buddy Wakaba, who was hiding behind the bar beside them.

The guild was in total chaos, the stench of beer echoing through the guild hall as it soaked into the floorboards. Glasses were smashed, barrels scattered everywhere. Tables were destroyed beyond recognition with Chairs being used as literally weapons.

Some of the more gentle mages like Levy, Lisanna, Cana and Elfman were hiding behind columns and tables, watching in fear as Erza and Mira fought each other at full force.

Levy was a smart young girl with blue hair running down to her shoulders and coffee brown eyes. She was wearing a yellow sleeveless sundress with red outlines and a cute little silver necklace.

Lisanna was wearing a short sleeve pink with a dark red collar that ended just below her knees. She had short Platinum hair and big blue eyes.

Cana was wearing a spaghetti strap orange sundress with a dark brown checkered pattern. Her dark hair was in a high pony with long bangs framing her dark eyes.

Elfman was wearing a navy blue suit, white dress shirt and red bow tie. His Platinum spiky hair was tamed as much as possible, a contrast to his tanned skin.

Erza was wearing a tight long sleeve white dress, with steel pauldrons and chest plate. Her scarlet hair was tied back similarly to Cana's, She had a belt across her waist, holding her sword won her left side and brown leather boots with black tights.

Mira was almost the exact opposite to Erza. She was wearing a tight purple halter top that left much of her growing figure on display, a trait Erza nagged her about constantly. Her platinum hair was in a high pony, a purple now resting in her hair with long bangs framing her face. She was wearing a black mini skirt with a white skull studded belt, and long, thigh high boots.

Gray was unconscious, his legs the only visible part of his body as he hung from a hole in the wall.

"Take it back you gluttonous pig!" Mira cried in rage as she leapt at her rival, sparks flying as they continued to exchange rapid blows, small gust of winds from their attacks blowing rubble to the side. Everyone in the guild watched in fear, not wanting to be the one to interrupt their daily squabble.

"Never you slut! I am stronger and everyone knows it!" Erza cried back viciously, a dark red aura forming on her body as her magic began to flair, not hearing everyone run away as the fight devolved into magic.

Generally, they would calm down after a few blows, or a brave (stupid) member would attempt to quell them. But with Gray unconscious, and Makarov absent, and Laxus on a quest there was nobody left to stop them.

Fortunately for them though, it seemed as if luck was on their side… If that could be considered luck.

Once they got outside, they were shocked to see a small figure walking towards them, a large bundle, almost the size of the figure themselves wrapped in their arms. All they could see was a splash of pink, and black, but it was more than evident that the figures destination was Fairy tail.

"Hello?! Is there something we can help you with!?" Macao cried out as he gestured for the children to stand behind him, Wakaba and Reedus stepping up beside him as he watched the figure look up.

"Is… This… Fairy Tail?" The figure responded, the tone and pitch of their voice becoming a window to their age as Macao began running forward, worried the child was about to collapse.

"Hey, kid, are you alright? What-" Macao began to ask when he was beside the child, cutting off when he noticed what exactly the bundle in the child's arm was. His jaw dropped and he fell to his knees when he looked down at the form held in the child's arms, finally picking up on the faint magical signature.

"MACAO?! What's going on?! Who is it?!" Wakaba asked his best friend, smoke beginning to spill out of his pipe and block the children behind him from view.

Macao ignored his friend, carefully reaching out to take the bundle out of the child's arm, letting everyone take a good like at the child for the first time.

He had spiky pink hair, with a white scarf wrapped around his forehead, almost appearing to have a scaly pattern. Other than the scarf, the only other thing on his person was his tattered, burnt pants, barely concealing the boys dignity as he fell to his knees, exhaustion taking over his body as he face planted into the ground.

"It's the Master… He's injured," Macao spoke softly, but his voice carried through the road, everyone's eyes widening as they struggled to accept the concept that one of the strongest mages on the continent was injured, and from Macao's tone, very badly.