A small boy sleeps under the wings of a dragon, unaware of things around him.
The dragon called Igneel is quiet. The boy has a destiny of fire, of the great brightness in the heavens. But so far, the boy has not accepted it. The boy shies away from fire, thinking that it is his enemy.
How can he teach the young one that nothing can be an enemy? The reason the boy fears the fire is because fire is uncontrollable. Fire refuses to be a slave, and hungers for more power.
For the boy, he accepts water more. Water is the very thing that could destroy the boy. Igneel knows that the future holds tragedy if the boy turns towards water, instead of fire.
The boy is a natural swimmer, and he giggles when he extinguishes the flames of the dragon with his water. He loves creeks and lakes and rivers, and embraces the oceans of the world. He talks of fire as darkness and water as light, as if they cannot live in harmony together.
"Igneel?" the boy whispers.
Igneel lifts his wing and the boy crawls out.
"Show me a firework," the boy says.
The dragon feels warmth inside of him. There is hope for the boy. He has never asked to see fire before, and squirms even when it is thousands of miles away. He sits in the palm of his dragon's claw and watches in awe as a great ball flies into the sky.
"I'll do that one day," the boy promises. "And then you won't be sad anymore. And you won't keep trying to light my head on fire."
The boy always makes Igneel laugh. And his promise makes the dragon pleased. Seven years later, the dragon will depart and the boy will have to learn on his own of the fire that is in his very blood.
And by then, he will know that fire is him and he is fire. Only then will he know his destiny ahead of him.