Hey people!

I just started this story because it has been bugging me a lot lately, this story, like my others, are posted mainly because I needed to type them up to get them out of my head for a while, so don't get your hopes up for a finish... Sorry, I'll try though...

I'll still update...randomly...*cough*

Well, without further ado...I bring you...

The Scars Tale

Chapter 1 …

The boy sat in front of the flame completely entranced by the embers dance as the fire licked up and whipped the air around it. The trees swayed gently as the breeze raced through the forest, grass lifting from the seated position creating a light sheen over the area after the early morning sunlight lit the hazy blanket of dew that rests on the strips of green.

The child was the tender age of seven at the time, long since thrown out by his so called 'family', he had somehow managed to survive out in the harsh wilderness. Instinct, he would later call it, survival, but for now...it was life.

He blinked a few times as the fire grew and looked around, he had known that moving to an open field in the middle of the forest was probably not a good idea but he wanted to check it out before it got to dark. There had been some strange noises coming from this direction and assumed that they originated in these seemingly abandoned land, but then, he found the fire. Loud noises and an unattended fire were probably areas for concern, but he stayed, unaffected, even though the strange feeling he got the moment he walked on the field had only strengthened the longer he stayed.

The pink headed kid found nothing wrong after carefully surveying the area around himself and went back to look at the strange blaze sitting in front of him. The fire had grown yet again, and this time he had to step back for it had almost come to the moss coated stump of which he sat on.

He stood stock still after the fire had calmed slightly and he heard the strange sound echo once more throughout the field as the flames began whipping out in every direction and the whisper of the trees gradually got closer to yells. He carefully ducked down behind the tree stump very much aware of the fire that was growing dangerously close to his clothes and the ominous being looming near him. The child slowly, cautiously peered around the wood 80 degrees to the left while dragging his deep green eyes to the unfamiliar presence behind him.

"What are you doing, boy?" A deep voice rumbled.

After quickly snapping the rest of his body towards the being he was looking at, he promptly stood up started gaping like a fish.

Unsatisfied with the reaction he received, the creature took a step forward and lowered his head to the kids face and gruffly barked out the same question.

Shaking his head the pink haired child said, "Well," after a cough and a step in front of the stump he continued, "I dunno..."

Blinking in slight anger and fascination the scaled beast asked, "Who are you, boy?"

"I'm Natsu, I think..." He shrugged, uncaring, "Who are you?"

"You may call me Igneel," he tilted his head, "And you think? Where are your parents, Natsu?"

Natsu shrugged once again but this time as a sign of unknowing, dropping the conversation at hand he grinned and stuck his hand out, awaiting a handshake. "It's nice to meet you Igneel!"

Igneel narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at the boy as he sat gracefully in front of him, put a claw to Natsu's hand and shook it gently.

"Natsu," Igneel started, "are you not afraid of me?" He was truly curious, as any other human would have ran at the sight of him, but this child who couldn't possibly be any older than 10, had greeted him.

Kindly as well, Igneel thought.

The boy previously mentioned drooped his head to one side and pouted lightly, "No..." They made eye contact, "Should I?"

Igneel straightened his back at the intensity in the eyes of the boy staring at him, the pure fearlessness of his green eyed gaze. What is with this child, he thought, Making the great Igneel cower before a mere human. The very thought of it was absolutely ridiculous.

"W-well, I suppose"

Stuttering like a fool! He shouted in his head in anger.

Natsu didn't blink as to keep the connection, "Why's that?" He asked innocently, not noticing the effect of his stare.

The dragon opened his mouth to respond when he saw that the boy had turned away to look at the fire, he closed his mouth without answering and glared at the ground wondering what happened, had he had any less self control he would've bowed to the boy. Regaining his composure, Igneel cleared his throat and prepared to speak once more.

"Why are you here?" His voice nearly wavered when Natsu brought his eyes to his again, but he kept it strong.

It's the fire in his eyes, Igneel duly noted.

Recalling his reason he revealed that he had heard some noises from this area and wanted to see what was happening, found nothing but the fire so he stayed and stared at it.

With the blunt answer, Igneel's eyes glowed in amusement, mouth curling slightly, he looked away.

"Well, assuming that since you have no parents you also have no home...why don't you stay with me."

Natsu stared at the dragon, eyes lighting in excitement, he jumped for Igneel's arm and latched on smiling brightly.

Igneel, after getting over the slight shock of being hugged, carefully draped his other arm over the young Natsu's body.

What on Earth am I getting myself into... he thought as he shook his head laughingly.

"What are you doing up there?" A voice called.

"Huh...what?"

"What are you doing up there?" He repeated.

"Well..." Natsu paused, looked down at the raspy voice talking to him, started rubbing his eyes, squinted, and laid back down on the branch, deciding to completely ignore the old man.

Rather short old man...thought Natsu. He slowly started to drift back into sleep, hopefully back into the dream he had, had before.

"Igneel," the boy sighed softly.

"Hey! Kid, are you going to answer me?"

Startled, the pink headed kid lost his balance and slipped out of his perch between branches, his muffler catching on a twig on the way down. Slamming into the grass with a thud he ended up in an odd position, legs leaning over his face. It's a wonder how he didn't break his back...

"What was that for, old man?" He yelled, forgetting about his scarf in the tree.

The man blinked at the boy, fixed his gaze on the rather large scar on his neck, and looked up to the tree where the kids muffler rested rustling in the wind. Extending his arm to the winter wear caught in leaves, he grabbed the scarf and handed it to the boy, who had scrambled rather quickly into a standing position.

"Woah! Can you show me how to do that?" Natsu pleaded while obtaining his muffler.

He shook his head, and watched the boy carefully. So young, he thought.

"Oh, well...I'm Natsu, who are you, Ojii-chan?"

"Makarov, Fairy Tail Guild Master," He grinned, "There are lots of pretty girls there," Now he giggled, "like Mirajane, and-"

Makarov continued to mumble and giggle not noticing Natsu had zoned out after he had said 'Tail'. Suddenly the boys head jerked up, and started flicking his eyes all over the surrounding trees and brush.

Natsu hushed Makarov, looked to the right, and grinned. "Yo! You come back for more? Come on out you stupid gorilla!"

"Gorilla...Vulcan?" Makarov whispered. "No! Natsu get back!"

Natsu laughed, "No way!" And with that he launched himself at the green beast, only to be caught by Makarov, who had extended his arm and grabbed the boys leg.

"What are you doing?" Natsu raised an eyebrow at Makarov from his position upside down.

The old man brought Natsu back to the ground, and whispered, "Natsu you can't just attack a Vulcan like that!"

He blinked, confused, at Makarov and asked, "Well, why not?" Natsu paused and added, "I do it all the time."

Using the distraction, Vulcan ran at Natsu, swung his arm back and swiped it at him, lifting the boy off of his feet and into the tree he was previously sleeping in, and cackled as the boy dropped unceremoniously to the ground. Makarov watched on in shock as Natsu stood up from his place on the grass and started to yell at the Vulcan.

"Hey! Didn't I tell you to stop doing that you stupid monkey!" Once again he launched himself at the Vulcan, but this time, he landed a solid punch on his face making it stumble backwards. "Payback!"

After regaining his balance, it let out a cry and the area around his fist lit up as it multiplied his strength, and the Gorian* charged at him again, causing Makarov to worry, and Natsu to laugh.

"Natsu..." Makarov warned.

"Well, since you're using magic..." He grinned deviously, "I can too!" Natsu yelled, completely ignoring the old man once more.

Taking a step forward Natsu tossed his arms slightly in front of himself and shouted, "Karyu No Yokugeti!" *

With a flash of light he whipped his arms that were now engorged with flames around in a semi circle at the side of his body and let the flames grow, burning into the Vulcans skin before he even came within a 5 feet distance. The Gorian was thrown across the field and into a tree instantly knocking him unconscious.

"Ha! This is my win!" Laughed Natsu, as he paraded around and gave other shouts of victory.

While Natsu was celebrating, Makarov was thinking about a certain style of mage power that he had known to be one of the Lost Magics.

Glancing nervously at the child he managed to ask, "Natsu...What kind of magic was that?"

Grinning proudly, Natsu let fire burst free on his hands as he said, "Dragon Slayer!"

~ To Be Continued ~

*Gorian- Forest Vulcan

*Karyu No Yokugeti- Fire Dragon's Wing Attack

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