Hello everyone! I'm new here on FanFiction and this is my first story. I'm not a native English speaker, but I'll do my best to avoid grammar and vocabulary mistakes. Thank you for clicking on my story and I hope that you'll like it's first chapter, I certainly did writing it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, it's story or it's characters. These all belong to Hiro Mashima.

Note: The cover image is a drawing of my OC. Now you probably noticed it already, but I'm not a very good drawer so please don't judge me.

Prologue: The little boy

The village was burning. Screams everywhere. The little boy looked up at his three-year-older-brother, the fear in his eyes was readable. "Big brother, what's going on? Where are mother and father? Why are we here? I'm scared brother." The little boy started crying, but the older one didn't seem to notice. He just stared. His gaze fixed on the house where, only two hours ago, they had eaten dinner, unknowingly of what was about to happen.

They had come out of the blue. Ten, twenty, thirty of them. The villagers had tried to defend themselves, but they had been too strong, because they had wizards amongst them. The villagers had been slaughtered. Father had shouted. Shouted to the older brother that he had to grab his little brother and get away as far as possible, he and mother would follow them as soon as possible. They had run. They had kept on running, but suddenly the older one had stopped on a hill outside of their village, as if to take a good, last look at their home. Their home, which they would probably never see again.

When he realised this, his tears began to flow too. He hugged his little brother, in order to reassure him that everything was going to be all right. But was it? He wasn't sure. They just sat there, crying watching their house, their village, their home burning, crumbling to the ground.

"Look at that, two kids have escaped, have they now?" Frightened, the two boys looked up, only to find one of the bandits smirking down on them. The little boy was too afraid to move, but his brother acted almost immediately. "RUN! I'll hold him off, you go!" he screamed to his little brother. He jumped the bandit, kicking him, punching him, even biting him. The bandit, who hadn't expected such an action, was too surprised to act and for a moment the boy had the upper hand. However, in the corner of his eye he saw that his little brother was not running, the boy just stood there, paralysed. "Ryder! Please run away, I can't restrain him for much longer. Please…, just GO!" The little boy seemed to wake up from his shock and started running, but not away like his brother told him to, he started attacking the bandit as well. The said man, however, took this moment of inattention to knock the older brother on his head with his club. "NOOO! Brother!" screamed the little boy as he saw his brother fall limply to the ground. The bandit just stood there, smirking. "Oh my, did I kill him? Oh well, no matter I can still sell you, the slave drivers prefer younger kids anyway." He eyed the little boy smiling meanly. "You killed my brother! I'll never forgive you! I'LL KILL YOU!" Enraged, the boy began kicking the bandit fiercer, but it was no use. The bandit just began to laugh and stopped his attacks with the greatest ease. "Hahaha, you've got guts kid, I'll say that much, but it's no use, 'cause you're just too weak, hahaha!" But the boy didn't seem to listen to the man's words and kept on attacking. He kicked the bandit's shin with all his might, and hit it pretty hard to. The bandit wasn't prepared for this and let out a yell of pain. "Damn kid! That's enough out of you! You're going down!" And with one blow of his club he knocked the little boy down.

The boy stretched out his arm in an attempt to reach out for his brother, but then the darkness took him and his conscious slipped away…

That he had a terrible headache was the first thing he noticed when he woke up. The boy looked around, because he didn't recognise the room where he was currently located. Than all the previous memories returned. "Oh no, brother, mom, dad…" he whispered and the tears started forming in his eyes again, but he brushed them away in an attempt to be strong. Regardless, the tears kept falling and he just sat there, alone in the room, sobbing.

After a while, when he was calmed down a little, the boy began observing his situation. Both his hands and feet were tied together, also, he was tied with another robe to a pillar, which made him unable to escape or even move. He was the only one in the room, but he could hear voices close by, probably in the next room. He began to analyze the situation, which wasn't easy due to the beating headache. The bandit probably took me with him after he knocked me out, he thought. This place is most likely their hideout, which means that those voices are from him and the other bandits. But why did they put me in a separate room? That makes no sense at all, unless…, unless they think there's no way that I can escape so it wouldn't be necessary to watch me. He let this conclusion sink in his mind for just a little bit, before he made a plan. Well I'll show them! They'll regret underestimating me when they find nothing but some torn robes when they come looking for me! That was easier said than done, since the room was empty except from him, so he didn't have anything to cut the robes with. He reached for his pocket. Yes, it still was there, the necklace with the blue dragon pendant he had gotten from his brother on his latest birthday, when he had turned five. A wave of relief went through him. The boy began to move the pendant across the robes that bounded his hands together. Up and down. Back and forth. He repeated this movement over and over again, until he felt the robes loosen. He slipped his hands through them, rubbed his wrists and sighed in relief. He did this process again until he was free from all the robes.

The voices in the neighbouring room had quiet down. They probably got drunk and fell asleep afterwards, he thought. Slowly, trying to make as little sound as possible, he opened the door that lead to the next room. It isn't even locked! Man, they've really underestimated me… He was right. All the bandits were knocked out cold and were lying everywhere. Carefully in order to avoid stepping on a foot or leg, the boy made his way to the other side of the room. He turned and looked at the faces of the bandits, one after another, he tried to memorize their faces. Hate welled up inside of him. Right now, I'm too weak to do anything, but I swear, I will come back here and when I do, I will avenge not only my family, but by whole village, you can count on that! He turned again and opened the door leading to the hall. There, he could see the door which led to outside and he began to fasten his pass.

Days had gone by. Without having anyone to rely on and without having a clue of where he was or where he was going, the little boy had wandered the land aimlessly. He was carefully avoiding any villages, though, out fear of encountering the group of bandits again. He had lived of the land: picking berries, drinking water from the river. But it was not enough for him and eventually he became hungry, very hungry. He had entered a forest in the hopes of finding more food there, but he hadn't been very lucky, and didn't find anything other than a handful of strawberries. He was starved. Still, he kept on going, deeper into the forest. So deep, that it seemed like he was the very first human to ever set foot there. Suddenly, he collapsed, unable to go any further. He lay down on a grass field in the heart of the wood. I'm too hungry, too tired, I can't do it anymore. And for the second time, he felt the darkness took him, but right before he lost consciousness, he felt something very heavy and very large landing beside him."Human." He heard a strange voice speaking to him.

"It is brave of you to come to my domain all alone. Maybe you are the human child I have been looking for all this time… Tell me, human, do you wish to learn magic? The magic I can learn you is a very ancient, very powerful one called Dragon Slayer Magic." Despite nearly losing consciousness, the boy perked up at the mention of magic. Dragon Slayer Magic? That sounds really cool! Besides, if I learn such a mighty ability as Magic, I would definitely be able to beat those bandits next time I see them! "Yes," he answered. His voice sounded rough, since he hadn't spoken in days. The creature, it was a dragon covered in ice blue scales, let out a approving grumble. "Good. Now what is your name, child?" "It's Ryder" The dragon let out the grumble once more. "Mmmm, good. My name is Fildrack and I am the dragon of ice. That comes later, though, first you must rest now, child…" But the boy didn't hear that, for he had already drifted far, far away.

So that was it! Please let me now what you thought of it by reviewing. I'll try to update this story as soon as possible, but since it's my first I don't know how long it will take me. Also, this chapter wasn't very long, but that's because it's the prologue, the chapters after this one will be longer.

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