Author's Note
Hello, y'all, TheSavageMan100 here, and a Merry Christmas to all of you! To celebrate my most favorite holiday of the year, I bring you the latest installment in Fairy Tail's Disney Parody series, The Dragon King! My personal favorite and one of the Big Four of the Disney Renaissance next to The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin, this is a perfect opportunity to Fairy Tail-ize it. So please enjoy and remember to review, share, and like!
Natsu is the young prince of Dragon Rock, guided by his father Igneel on the path to becoming king. But his scheming uncle Acnologia wants the throne for himself. Will Natsu embrace his royal destiny before the Dragon Lands are doomed to extinction?
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It was a warm summer morning in the great Dragon Lands, and the birds were chirping loudly as they flew across the large vast plains. Suddenly, the large orange sun rose slowly over the horizon, signifying the dawn of a new day.
Male Singer: Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
Background Singers: Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Every animal, big and small, raised their heads and heard the great call that stretched over the winds.
Male Singer: Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
Background Singers: Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama
Male Singer: Siyo nqoba
Background Singers: Ingonyama
Immediately, the animals prepared themselves and made a very important trek over to the very center of the Dragon Lands, the great Dragon Rock. For news has spread that the king and queen had given birth to a baby dragon, and a large ceremony was being held to honor the new heir to the throne.
Background Singers: Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (Sitha ngqwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (Eshe!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (Sitha ngqwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Female Singer: From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
By mild morning, the animals had gathered in Dragon Rock, the enormous rock formation located at the center of the vast Dragon Lands. They averted their attentions towards the pointed peak at the top, eagerly waiting to see the king, as well as the new heir.
Soon, the King of Dragon Rock, Igneel, emerged from the cave and waved to the animals below, who erupted into cheers and screeches of joy. Looking up, Igneel watched as a flock of birds led by a hawk with long crimson hair flew towards the top peak at great speed and landed before the Dragon King. The birds bowed respectfully towards Igneel, in which he replied with a gentle smile. The leading hawk's name was Erza Scarlet, the king's advisor.
It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Just then, some animals moved aside, allowing a certain someone to go through. Walking slowly towards the top was the shaman of the Dragon Lands, Makarov Dreyar, a wise old mandrill with a thick white mustache and the outer rims of his bald head containing white hair, and holding a stick with rattling coconuts. He had come to give his blessing to Igneel's newborn son. Once Makarov had climbed Dragon Rock and was in front of Igneel, they both hugged, glad to see two old friends together on such a good occasion.
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
Igneel then led Makarov over to his mate, a female dragon with white scales, her head and neck surrounded by white fur, and her feet resembling bird talons. Her name was Grandeeney, queen of Dragon Rock. The white dragon pulled back her arms slightly, revealing a small salmon baby dragon with salmon spiked hair— the newborn son, Natsu. Nuzzling the baby dragon in her arms, Grandeeney smiled sweetly and licked her son's forehead.
With a hearty chuckle, Makarov shook his staff, rattling the coconuts near the baby dragon, who tried to catch them with his little claws. The wise mandrill then took out a blue fruit and split it in half, dipping his finger with juice and marking Natsu's forehead with it as a ceremonial crown. To complete the offering, Makarov picked up some sand and sprinkled it all over Natsu's forehead, a symbol of insight, guidance, and courage. The sand, however, caused the little dragon to sneeze, and Igneel and Grandeeney smiled.
Finally, Makarov picked up the baby dragon and ascended to the point of Dragon Rock with Igneel and Grandeeney following. Once he reached the point, he held up Natsu towards the sky as a mighty wind blew down upon them. The animals below erupted into cheers and applause as they beheld Dragon Rock's future king for the first time.
Female Singer: It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
As Makarov held Natsu high for all to see, the winds parted the clouds to reveal the bright rays of the sun. Sunlight shone brightly down upon the young prince and mandrill as Igneel and Grandeeney stood beside them. Below, all of the animals bowed respectfully before the newborn dragon.
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
It was a special day indeed, for in the future, Igneel's heir will rise as the new king of Dragon Rock.
However, not everybody was happy for the celebration.
Meanwhile in a cave near Dragon Rock, a field mouse with pink neck-length hair and a tail resembling a crimson-colored flame on her back, named Mattan Ginger, emerged from a hole and began scourging the area for food. As if by instinct, she paused, sniffed the air, and sensing something approaching, Mattan attempted to flee, only for a black claw to swoop down and grab her. Lifting the claw up, the owner was a mastodonic dragon with a body as black as the night, decorated by spiraling blue markings.
The dragon's name was Acnologia, Igneel's younger brother who sat somberly with the whimpering mouse on his claw. Unlike everyone else in the Dragon Lands, Acnologia was the only one not celebrating the birth of the new prince. Instead, he isolated himself in his private cave, and right now, he was looking disdainfully at Mattan, who squirmed between his sharp nails.
"Life's not fair, is it?" Acnologia asked Mattan. "You see, I… Well, I shall never be king." He allowed Mattan to run all over his claw and she tried to jump away, but he grabbed her and continued, "And you shall never see the light of another day." He snickered evilly, "Adieu…"
He then lifted the mouse towards his mouth when a stern female voice interrupted him, "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" That voice belonged to Erza, the king's advisor who placed her wings on her hips with a displeased look.
Placing his claw down with Mattan still trapped in it, Acnologia sighed exasperatedly, "What do you want? Is there any reason you've decided to intrude upon my private place?"
"I've come here to announce that King Igneel is on his way," Erza answered with a bow, before she added sternly, "So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning."
Acnologia was so annoyed; he failed to keep his hold on Mattan, who successfully squirmed free. Mattan cried, "Free at last! Now I gotta search for more food before I run back home to Twilight Ogre!" With that, she ran out of the cave.
Acnologia growled, "You see what you did, Erza? You made me lose my lunch."
Erza replied, "Just wait until the king arrives. You'll lose more than that when he gets through with you. He was not happy that you weren't there at the ceremony. In fact, he's madder than an Edolas Legion with a hernia."
"Oooooh… I quiver with fear!" Acnologia said sarcastically, before he suddenly grinned sinisterly and bared his sharp teeth at Erza, making her sweat nervously.
"N-N-Now, Acnologia," Erza backed away. "D-don't look at me that way." She then screamed, "HEEEEELLLLLP!" She attempted to fly away, but it was too late as Acnologia snapped his jaws in front of the crimson-haired hawk, trapping her in his mouth. He was about to chew the poor defenseless bird, until…
"Acnologia!" a male voice boomed. Acnologia turned to see Igneel standing at the cave entrance, looking stern. "Drop her," he ordered.
"Impeccable timing, Your Majesty," Erza piped up from Acnologia's mouth. "I was about to snap his intestines with my bare wings." With a scowl, Acnologia spat Erza out, the crimson-haired bird covered with saliva.
"Why, if it isn't my big brother, descending from on high to mingle with the commoners," Acnologia said sarcastically with a big smile. "To what do I owe this visit?"
"Grandeeney and I didn't see you at the presentation of Natsu," Igneel answered.
"That was today?" Acnologia asked with fake surprise. "Oh, I feel simply awful!" On 'awful', he scraped his claws on the wall like nails scraping chalkboard, causing Erza to cringe and briefly go deaf, before she cleaned her ears. He added with a smirk, "Must've slipped my mind."
Erza snapped at Acnologia, flying near his face, "Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's younger brother, you should have been first in line!"
"I was first in line," Acnologia seethed. "I was intended to be the next heir to the throne by law. That is, until that little salmon runt was born."
"That 'salmon runt' is my son," Igneel clarified. "And your future king."
Acnologia said sarcastically, "You should excuse me while I go and practice my curtsy." He turned to leave the cave.
"Don't turn your back on me, Acnologia!" Igneel warned.
Acnologia looked back and said snidely, "Oh, no, Igneel. On the contrary, it was you shouldn't turn your back on me."
Insulted, Igneel gave a loud roar and jumped in front of Acnologia, breathing red flames from his mouth. "Is that a challenge?!" he asked threateningly.
Acnologia didn't flinch at Igneel's rage for a second, as he continued maintaining his calm demeanor. "Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you," he grinned.
"Pity," Erza said spitefully. "Why not?"
"Well, as far as the brains go, I got the dragon's share," Acnologia told Erza. "But when it comes to brute strength…" He looked at Igneel, before he added with a shrug, "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool. Thus, it makes no sense for me to fight you."
"Wimp," Erza mumbled to herself.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to quench my thirst at the watering hole. I'll see you again later… brother." The last word was growled with such conviction, that it would've made most dragons recoil. Igneel was not. Instead, he just gave another glare as his younger brother strode out of his cave to other business.
Erza assured Igneel, "Don't let him get to you, Your Majesty. There is a dark side in every family. Two in mine, actually, for some reason." She flew up and perched herself on Igneel's shoulder, "And they always manage to ruin special occasions."
Igneel wondered with a sigh, "What am I going to do with him? I can never tell if my younger brother is sincere or not. It worries me."
"It's a shame you promised your mother you would look after Acnologia," Erza replied. "Otherwise, he'd make a very handsome throw rug by now."
"Erza!" Igneel chided in an amused tone.
"No, I'm serious," Erza smiled back. "Just think, whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him." The two laughed out loud as they proceeded out of the cave.
Morning had passed and Makarov arrived back to his baobab tree home, much to the happiness of his apprentices.
"Master Makarov!" Makarov's apprentice, a white-haired monkey named Mirajane Strauss, greeted. "Welcome back."
"It's great to be back," Makarov smiled as he handed his coconut stick to Mirajane and her siblings, Elfman and Lisanna.
"We've been waiting for you, Master. We've set up dinner for you while you're at Dragon Rock the whole morning," Lisanna informed.
"I heard Igneel's new baby dragon is manly!" Elfman added.
"Dragons are always manly, Elfman," Makarov chuckled. "And dinner sounds delightful. But first, I have certain duties to attend to. Make sure when I get to the dining place, there's a plate of delicious fruits waiting for me!"
"We will," Mirajane nodded. "And take care."
Makarov then entered a hole in the baobab tree and closed the leaves surrounding it. Inside the large magnificently decorated place were markings of past kings of Dragon Rock dating back many centuries and generations.
"Hello there, old friends," Makarov said to the markings. "I have a new addition to add to the tree."
He chanted in another language and created a painting of a baby dragon. Standing back to admire his work, Makarov grabbed a bowl of red coconut juice and used his thumb to smudge the ceremonial crown over the baby dragon's head to symbolize it.
"Young prince Natsu," Makarov said, looking at the painting. "I have a feeling that you will be a king like no other." He added with a chuckle.