The young man looked out into the wasteland once known as Tenrou Island. Dust blew across the lifeless landscape, showing no sign of life. He had once called this island his home. He had lived his whole life here with his father.
"Father…" He managed to utter in little more than a whisper. "Father, where have you gone? It's me, your son, Kristoff. Why did you leave?"
No answer. The wind blew gently, blowing around his long, azure hair and parting the large clouds of dust covering the landscape. He could make something out in the dust, a silhouette perhaps? As the dust cleared, the image became clear, and to Kristoff's shock, answered his question.
In the middle of the wastes lay a huge skeleton. A dragon's skeleton. The horror dawned on Kristoff as he realized whose it was. It belonged to his father. It belonged to Acnologia. A chill ran down Kristoff's spine as the grim image displayed itself before him.
"No… No way. No fucking way! That's not dad! It can't be dad!"
He couldn't move. It was like he was frozen in time, frozen in grief. But a faint sound caught his attention. It sounded like people were talking. He looked closer to see a group of people standing around the grotesque mass of bones.
In a split second, Kristoff's conscience snapped and he went berserk. He summoned up all his strength and charged the intruders at full speed. They did this to Acnologia. They would pay with their lives.
Before he could reach the group of people, one of them started charging towards him as well. Who did this pink-haired bastard think he was? He gathered his magic energy into his fists and pulled an all-out attack.
"CHAOS DRAGON WING FLAP!" He bellowed as he jumped into the air and smashed the dark energy down on his enemy, making an enormous crater. As soon as he landed, the others began to attack him as well. He easily parried and dodged most of their attacks, but out of nowhere, an older man with fiery red hair seemingly disassembled his attack and sent him flying back with a piercing blow to his chest.
It didn't matter. Kristoff was seeing red. He launched attack after attack, but this strange man just kept deflecting them all. Kristoff began to attack faster. "Alright, asshole. Try this one on for size. CHAOS DRAGON RIPPER!" He yelled as two blades made of dark energy appeared in his hands.
His opponent was at his limit and was growing slower. All he had to do was wait for an opening and strike a fatal blow. He kept striking, draining the man's energy with every passing hit. He saw his opening and summoned the power for one last strike. "CHAOS DRAGON SPLIT…"
His attack was cut short by someone striking him in the back of the head. His world shook and spun as he fell to the ground. As his consciousness faded, he could hear a couple of them talking.
"Whew. Thanks Mira." Said a gruff voice. "He almost had me for a second there. If you hadn't stepped in, you'd be short an S-Class mage!"
"Don't joke around about stuff like that, Gildarts." Said a sweet female voice. "We barely lived through our battle with Acnologia. You need to be more careful!"
Acnologia… Father's name. So it was them. They were the ones who killed father and destroyed my home. I'll make them pay… I'll kill… Shit.
Kristoff's last shred of consciousness faded and the world around him grew dark. What the hell was going to happen next?
The late afternoon sun poured in through the window. Kristoff awoke in a room filled with beds. They had all been adorned with white sheets and it seemed like his bed was the only one being used at the moment. Where was he? He was in a strange room he had never seen before.
He tried to lift himself from the bed and inspect his surroundings, but his body seemed heavy and he could barely lift his own head. Shit he thought to himself. Where the hell am I? How did I get here? This isn't my shack on Tenrou Island. No way in hell am I there.
At the thought of his island home, the painful memories of the events before he blacked out came rushing back. His father's death, the mysterious assailants who somehow killed him, and his own fight with them.
Rage quickly filled his body again and he tried to force himself up. He was almost there when a pulse of magic energy quickly forced him back down, knocking the wind out of his chest. "Dammit! Why can't I move? What the hell is stopping me?"
"I see you've finally woken up," Said a sweet female voice from over by the door. "I was worried you weren't going to, but it seems like you've finally healed up a bit."
The young woman sat down in the chair next to the bed. When he got a closer look at her, he realized she was absolutely stunning. She had soft, blue-green eyes and her white hair was kept out of her face with a short ponytail that stood on her head.
"The wound to your chest seems to have covered up nicely. It's definitely going to leave a scar though." She said as she inspected his wounded body. "Porliusca really knows what she's doing, don't you think?"
"Who the hell are you?" Kristoff responded in a firm tone. "Tell me where the hell you took me."
She smiled slightly and returned to tending his wounds. "You're in the Fairy Tail guild infirmary. The others didn't really want to take you back, but me and master Makarov convinced them, so you're our guests now. I'm Mirajane Strauss, but you can call me Mira."
"Is this how you usually treat your guests?" He scoffed. "Magically chained to a bed in some weird place they've never been to before?"
"You've only been put under a sealing spell because we didn't know how you'd react after the incident back on Tenrou Island. You demonstrated that you were a powerful wizard, so for our safety and the safety of others, you've been confined until we know you won't cause trouble."
"Tenrou… You were on Tenrou? You were one of the people who murdered my father, aren't you?! I'll kill you! I'll kill you all for putting me through that!"
Mirajane backed away with a startled look on her face. "Your father? But we didn't kill any… Wait. Do you mean Acnologia? Was Acnologia your father?!"
Kristoff tried lifting himself up again, but the same magical pulse pushed him back down. He gritted his teeth in frustration and tears began to well up in his eyes. "Who the fuck else would I be talking about? It was just me and my father on Tenrou before you people showed up."
A solemn look fell upon the girl's face. "You're just like Natsu, then," She said sadly. "Raised by a dragon with no home to return to."
She sat back down in the chair with the same sad look on her face. "I don't even know where to begin explaining our actions to you, since he meant so much to you. But please, try to understand that what we did was for the greater good. We didn't intend to murder your father, I swear."
Tears welled up in his navy blue eyes and streamed down his face. He couldn't even move an arm to wipe them off. "I know why you did it. Father wanted to see the world destroyed. I didn't want that either. But couldn't you have stopped him without killing him? Why the fuck did he have to die!?"
Mira looked like she was about to cry now. "If there was a way, we would've taken it. I know this won't make up for what we've done, but from the bottom of my heart, I am so, so sorry."
Kristoff closed his eyes and let the tears flow. All of his rage was gone. All that was left now was grief and mourning.