Author's Note:
Hey, folks! TheSavageMan100 is here! I am proud to present to you the seventh of Fairy Tail's Disney Parody series, Natsules, based on Hercules of Disney Renaissance fame! One of the very first Disney movies I've enjoyed when I was a kid, it has comedy gold, beautiful jazz music, authentic sound effects (at least on VHS), and the voice of Hades, which always cracks me up. It's also my most favorite world in the Kingdom Hearts series! I was so happy, that I had to buy some of his MERCHANDISE! (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Taken from the gods as a newborn and adopted on Earth-land, Natsu becomes an awkward, teenage pillar of fire (Literally!). Trying to fit in, he discovers Igneel, the King of the Gods and Lord of Fire, is his dad, and his home is on Mount Olympus— if he can move from "zero" to true hero.
Natsu teams with babyhood Olympus pal Happy, his childhood Earth-land friends Wendy Marvell and Romeo Conbolt, a retired trainer of heroes named Yajima, and the members of the underappreciated magical guild known as Fairy Tail. Along the way, Natsu encounters the blonde beauty Lucy Heartfilia and the King of the Underworld, Mard Geer, who is preparing a hostile takeover of Olympus by resurrecting the Etherious, titans of monstrous power that had been sealed away for eons. Mard is armed with his minions Kain Hikaru and Rustyrose for help, and only Natsu stands in his way!
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It was just another day at the local museum of history. For less than twenty-four hours, people have been touring the exhibits, looking over different kinds of artifacts that had made their mark in human history. Many exhibits attracted such folks by the hundreds, but there was a certain exhibit that soared high above the rest, one which held artifacts, statues, and vases forged during the age of ancient myth. This exhibit housed symbols and objects that used to belong to people who had their names engraved in legend and lived on in the hearts of men.
At 10:00 P.M., the museum was closed. The night was warm, and the windows quietly lapped the exhibits with moonlight. Shades of dark blue turned black in the sky above, and a swift wind pushed the clouds along as the moon kept vigil over the museum, including the mythology exhibit.
Long ago, in the faraway place known as Earth-land, there was a golden age of powerful gods and extraordinary heroes. But the greatest and strongest of all these heroes was the mighty Natsu Dragneel.
All direction was focused on a vase located at the center of the exhibit. It was painted with a caricature of a young man with spiked salmon hair wearing a one-sleeved black waistcoat, white shorts, sandals, and a white scarf with dragon scales. This was Natsu Dragneel, the aforementioned hero fighting against a treacherous monster with a fist of burning fire.
But what is the measure of a true hero? Ah, that is what our story is…
"Ugh! Give me a break!" a female voice interrupted the narrator in annoyance. "Can you even believe this guy?"
Wait, what?
On top of Natsu's vase, paintings of five figures suddenly came to life. One of them was a pale-skinned woman with brown eyes and dark purple hair tied in two ponytails at the back, and she wore a revealing purple dress. Her name was Ultear Malkovich.
The second figure was a young girl of short stature with short pink hair and bright green eyes. She wore a golden wing-like headgear around her ears, a tight purple leotard, brown thigh-high boots with white stripes at the top, and a red cape with a golden lining around the edges. Her name was Meredy.
The third figure was a slender woman of average height with amber-colored eyes and brown hair extending down her back. She wore an outfit reminiscent of the traditional Indian sari designed with a primarily scarlet color scheme, a white choli worn underneath, golden bangles worn around her wrists, gold brassards worn on her upper arms, and gold anklets worn above her ankles and brown sandals. Her name was Éclair.
The fourth figure was a young girl in her early teens with long brown hair tied in two pigtails. She wore a short orange dress, two long orange sleeves wrapped around just below her shoulders and flared down into large, embroidered cuffs, and light brown boots with dark bows. Her name was Zera.
The last figure was a young woman with short green hair adorned with two blue cross-shaped objects attached to the sides of her heads. She wore cross-shaped earrings, a burgundy swimsuit, a fancy coat with blue fur around the collar, a gold choker around her neck with chains attached to it, and dark-colored high-heel shoes. Her name was Brandish Mu.
"Would you listen to this lame excuse of a narrator?" Brandish commented bitterly, taking out a mask and putting in on in a dramatic gesture. "He's trying to make the story sound like some Earth-land tragedy. If anyone were to listen to his way of telling the story, it would end up bad for everybody's tastes."
Éclair pointed out, "But Brandish, without a narrator, how will the audience learn about the story? They might get confused. We should let the invisible narrator do his job."
Meredy whined, "No! He'll make the story worse! We're not gonna let him tell the story!" He turned to Ultear, "Will he, Ul?"
"Well, it's up to the audience to decide whether they want to listen to our invisible narrator, or someone else," Ultear answered with a shrug.
"Maybe someone else should tell the story," Zera suggested. "What if we are the narrators? I mean, we're the Goddesses of History and the Arts…"
"Say, that's a wonderful idea, Zera!" Ultear beamed. "We'll be the narrators of the story."
Meredy agreed, "Definitely, Ul! The audience will be very excited."
Brandish grinned, "Yeah, girl. I bet some people would want to know our view of the story. And I mean, the perfect view of the story, for like, the historically correct view."
Zera wondered, "But do you think people would want to hear the historically correct view of the story?"
"I suppose there's only one way to find out," Ultear smiled.
"Does this mean we're going to tell the story?" Éclair asked hopefully.
"Let's ask the invisible narrator first," Ultear replied. She looked towards the screen and said to the invisible narrator, "Mr. Narrator, we'll tell the story. We'll take everything from here."
"You go, girl," the narrator replied in a suave note.
Ultear, Meredy, Éclair, Zera, and Brandish gestured to themselves, and on cue for a special number, they moved their hips slightly. Ultear introduced herself and the group, "We are the Muses, Goddesses of History and the Arts, and proclaimers of heroes."
"Heroes like Natsu Dragneel," Meredy added, fanning herself with a leaf.
"Honey, you mean Hunky Dragneel!" Brandish cheered, looking down at Natsu's painting admirably. "Oh, I'd like to make some sweet music with him…"
"Do you mind, Brandish?" Ultear stared sternly at Brandish, before she turned back to the screen. Grabbing a piece of paint from the vase, she flipped it and transformed it into a set of stairs, as the other Muses hummed under Ultear's narration, "Now then, our story begins long before Natsu, many eons ago…"
Muses: Aaahhh
The scene changed colors, and the Muses walked down the stairs rhythmatically.
Ultear: Back when the world was new
The planet Earth was down on its luck
"Whoa!" Brandish realized that she was being left behind by her fellow Muses. She then tried to catch up, but ended up falling down the steps.
And everywhere gigantic brutes
Called Etherious ran amok
The Muses stood by a vase depicting gigantic creatures with bizarre, destructive magic, creating chaos in the mortal world. They were known as the Etherious, the mighty rulers of the world when it was first created. Selfish with their own aspirations and drunk with power, those demons struck fear into the hearts of mankind. It was a dark time for the mortal world under the Etherious' rule; black clouds cloaked the sky, unpenetrated by the sun's rays. Natural disasters erupted, and plant life all over the world withered away. Humanity was overcome with grief and sorrow.
Throughout the narration, a vase almost fell on Brandish, but she dodged it moments before it hit the floor.
Brandish: It was a nasty place!
There was a mess wherever you stepped
Ultear: Where chaos reigned and earthquakes
And volcanoes never slept!
"Whoo!" Brandish cried happily. "Say it, girlfriend!"
Muses: And then along came Igneel!
The Muses directed their attention to a vase depicting a tall figure emerging from the clouds in a fiery explosion. His bodily majority was covered in bright crimson red, several scars were located on his stomach, left cheek, and left eye, his hair was long, dark red, and spiky, and he wore a prominent red robe and a white scarf adorned with the scales of a dragon. His name was Igneel, the King of the Gods of Olympus and God of Fire. Just when it was believed that all hope was lost, Igneel poured down from the heavens in a ball of fire and confronted the Etherious.
Brandish: He hurled his fire breath
Muses: He zapped!
Igneel fought heroically against the giant monsters who ruled the Earth, and avenged humanity's suffering by throwing a massive fire breath that sent the Etherious flying into the ocean.
Brandish: Locked those suckers in a vault!
Muses: They're trapped!
The gigantic demons were outraged as they were now trapped in another realm within the ocean, sealed away by pillars of golden flame keeping them from escaping.
And on his own stopped chaos in its tracks
And that's the gospel truth!
The guy was too "Type A" to just relax!
The Muses assembled themselves into a giant "A" to illustrate their point, before they broke up and resumed their song number.
Meredy: And that's the world's first dish
"Yeah, baby!" Brandish agreed. The Muses then gestured to a vase of Igneel standing proudly on the clouds for his accomplishments. Thenceforth, he and his family of gods became known as the Gods of Olympus, or Olympians, and they watch over and protect the humans from the heavens.
Ig tamed the globe while still in his youth
The Muses then danced with the vase of Igneel behind them.
Muses: Though, honey, it may seem imposs'ble,
That's the gospel truth!
The Muses then danced around a vase with a picture of Mount Olympus, the home of the Gods.
On Mount Olympus, life was neat
And smooth as sweet vermouth
Though, honey, it may seem imposs'ble,
That's the gospel truth!
Ah, ah (Ah)
Ah, ah (Oh, yeah, yeah!)
Ah, ah (Hey, hey, hey!)
Ah, ah (Hey, yeah!)
And thus, we begin our story of the greatest hero in Earth-land mythology. It was a remarkable, unforgettable tale of justice, friendship, love, triumph against impossible odds, terror, and greater responsibility.