AN:Hello, all! This is my new story that I've been juggling around in my head for awhile now, and I've finally managed to put it into words.

Now, a couple things before we get started:

1: The disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, nor do I own any historical figures that may or may not show up. This story is purely fictional, which means that I cannot say that anything that happens in this story happened in real life (except, maybe, the American Revolution...that's the only event that actually happened.)

2: This fic is based on the song 'Underground' by David Bowie, which I also do not own. I will put up the lyrics here in a moment. This song is from the movie 'The Labyrinth', which, regrettably, I also do not own.

3: I tried to incorporate each character in this story to their roles in Fairy Tail. I did have difficulty with Lucy's spirits, but I think I did them justice with their sudden mortality.

4: I have the whole story laid out already, but don't hate me if I don't update quickly. The problem is taking the time to sit and write everything out.

5: There is no real set pairing, yet, and if there will be, it'll be quite awhile before we get there.

Now, without further ado, I give you the prologue. Please enjoy, and don't forget to review/fave/follow!

The Underground

Prologue

No one can blame you for walking away/Too much rejection/No love injection/Life can be easy/It's not always swell/Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl/'Cause it hurts like hell/But down in the underground/You'll find someone true/Down in the underground/A land serene/A crystal moon, ah, ah/It's only forever/Not long at all/Lost and lonely/That's underground/Underground

The man glanced around the corner, having heard footsteps in the distance. His heart raced, and he could feel a cold sweat slipping down his forehead, splashing onto the boy's nose. Silently, he cursed, and shifted so he could wipe the perspiration off his son's flawless skin.

It had taken him years to gather the courage to take his son to his birthplace, but the problem of being discovered was imminent, and he didn't want to be the reason the guild finally being discovered. It was only fitting, however, since he was the first person to leave, without condemnation, without regret. And, had life turned out the way he planned, he wouldn't be coming back now.

But life had a way. For years he had been thinking of the guild. Wondering how his old family was doing. But, he had his own priorities to think of, a family of his own, an honest job…

The sound of a patrolman's boots hitting the cobblestone of the road caused the man jump behind a pile of trash. Thank goodness the boy was a heavy sleeper; he would hate to have to explain himself now, instead of allowing the boy to find out on his time, reading the letter the man had written.

It was only a day ago when the man's perfect life shattered. His wife raped and murdered, bandits storming his cabin...he and the boy barely made it out alive. At the memory of his wife, the man choked on a sob.

No. No time to mourn right now. First, get the boy to safety, then get yourself on that boat. Then you can mourn for her. Then you can mourn for your son.

Dodging around corners of London's streets, the man finally came upon the old, rundown building, still standing like it had all those years ago. He climbed up the steps and pushed the heavy wooden door open. The door creaked loudly from having not been used in, possibly, years. Probably hadn't been used since he left, as a matter of fact.

He walked down the hallway until he came to the basement door. He shifted the child so the boy was easier to carry, and reached for the doorknob.

The door opened just moments before he could grab the knob. He stumbled back, not knowing what to expect. An ambush? The police? Perhaps a guard posted at this entrance was about to kill them both for finding out the secret.

But no.

"It's so good to see you, Igneel," the old man said, quietly, noticing the sleeping boy in Igneel's arms.

The man visibly relaxed, sliding down the wall he had backed into, still grateful for his son's ability to sleep like the dead.

"Makarov, thank God."

"What brings you back here, son?" The old man stepped towards Igneel and his son, inspecting the pink-haired boy. "You haven't decided to come back, have you?"

"I'm sorry, but no." Igneel pushed himself up off the floor, suddenly feeling very relaxed in Makarov's presence. "I actually have a favor to ask of you."

Makarov held up his hand, already seeming to sense what the younger man wanted. He held out his arms, motioning for Igneel to transfer the boy to him. Makarov was, by no means, a tall man. In fact, he was probably shorter than the boy, who was only 5 years old. But, the old man had strength, much more than most his age, and most younger than him. Igneel was always in awe at how much the old man could still do for his age.

"I also have a letter for him," Igneel said, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of his breeches pocket, and handed it to Makarov, his hand suddenly shaking like he, alone, was standing in an earthquake. "Please read it to him when he wakes."

"I shall." The old man turned back toward the basement door, but paused before going down the stairs. "Do you plan on returning anytime soon, my son?"

Igneel smiled, tears forming in his light brown eyes. "I plan to, but since when have things ever happened the way they're supposed to?" He kissed his palm and placed it on his son's rosy head. "I love you," he whispered, before turning and quickly making his way out of the abandoned home.

Makarov watched him go. A sigh escaped the old man's lips before he proceeded down the stairs, led without a light, only his memories to guide him.

"Welcome to Fairy Tail, my new son," he whispered to the boy.

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here/Ha ha, I'm underground/Heard about a place today/Nothing never hurts again/Daddy, daddy, get me out of here/Ah ha I'm underground/Sister sister, please take me down/Ah ah I'm underground/Daddy, daddy, get me out of here