In the descending light of the sun, a village awoke with festivities. Twinkling lights in houses lit up the night as people laughed and dance. This was the town called Daina, where it was famed for its festivals and the legend of the Song Bird.

The Song Bird is as old as the Phoenix, where it passes through the generations granting a single person the title of Song Bird. Though only one can live during their time, so as one dies, another is born. Whether it's from the same family line or different families, it does not matter to the people of Daina.

As one dies and a new one is born, always with the signature blue hair. As the new are taught how to sing. The Song Bird songs give anyone who hears good fortune, for that they are sought from all over the world. But the small village of Daina is actually nomadic and travels across the earth.

As the festival goes on outside, the current Song Bird, a girl of age 7, gets ready for her performance. Wearing the traditional blue feather dress and the bird mask, she stands before a door. Getting herself prepared for her first song.

A young boy of age ten, with his black hair tied in a low pony tail and eyes bright red, wanders through the town. Dodging left and right of hustling people. He soon found himself in the middle of the road as a large float came toward him. He stumbled back into the crowd as the float went past.

He marveled at the light and noise that rang through the village. As his ears were more sensitive than others, he was able to hear more of the on goings of the festival, including the sound of a beautiful voice. Following it, it led him towards a small stage where a girl not much younger than him stood, wearing a blue feather dress. He guessed that this was the legendary Song Bird, but he excepted someone older.

As he got closer, the words of her song got clearer.

"Remember me once in a while. Please promise me you'll try," she sang.

People who could hear her voice had their eyes closed and small smiles on their faces as they listened to her song.

The boy stood there also, listening to her song. Though he could not she her face, he enjoyed being in her presence. He felt something warm inside him building up.

But it all ended when a scream shattered the peace. The girl stopped her song and people looked towards where the scream might have come from. A fire had broken out on the edge of the village and black riders where running through the streets.

"It's Phantom Lord!" Someone yelled.

Soon the crowd turned into a frenzy as people ran in all directions trying to get away from the now large engulfing fire and the bandits that were raiding the town. Only minding their own troubles, people pushed and shoved, ignoring anyone else. The boy was knocked down, but thankfully he wasn't run over yet. To some trouble, he was able to get back up again and glanced at the stage. At first he didn't see the girl, but found her cowering on the other side of the stage.

"FIND THE SONG BIRD!" A voice rang out; the boy looked beyond the crowd, to see a lone man riding a large black stallion who gave out the order to his men.

The boy acted quickly and ran to the girl. She gave a small yelp when he grabbed her arm.

"Don't worry! I'll bring you somewhere safe!" he yelled over the noise. Having no hesitation, he pulled her along, running with the last few stragglers. There was nowhere to truly run. Spying a lone house, he pulled the girl and looked around. He found a strange looking cabinet made out of metal. He opened it to find enough room for her to fit.

"Get in!" he yelled, pushing her in.

"What are about you?" she whimpered.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," he grinned at her before closing the door. He turned around, pressing his back to the cabinet. Taking a deep breath, he walked outside. The village was now a raging fire and the house they were at caught fire. He looked around for water, but was stopped by the man on the large black stallion.

"What do we have here? A young boy," he sneered, "Tell me boy, do you know where the Song Bird is?"

"No, and even if I did, I won't tell you!" he spat.

The man grinned, "The boy has spunk, I can use someone like you in my ranks," he snapped his fingers and another man scooped up the boy who protested.

The man and his group in tow, with the boy, left the village burned to ash. The man didn't get what he wanted, but he was sure she had run away….

Hours later as the fire died down and the sun rose into the ashen sky. A small man rode a white stallion leading a small army to the fallen village. He took a look around the burned village and gave a small sigh of regret, "I didn't make it time,"

A soldier appeared at his side, "Sire, its seem there are no survivors. They were either burned, killed, or all ran away as Phantom Lord attacked."

"I see…one more thing left to do then," he startled to whistle and sing, "I whistle a happy tune and every single time, The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid,"

The soldiers glanced at their king confused, wondering why he was whistling and singing. A small creak sounding after the king finished his tune. A lone metal cabinet was one of many things that stood and its door opened.

The soldiers got in their fighting stances in case of trouble, but immediately stood to the side as they realized who came out. It was a small girl wearing a blue feathered dress and mask. The king smile sadly and hopped off his horse. He walked over to the girl, who stumbled back.

"Don't worry child," he said to her, bring his arm up, "I'm not a mean person. You can tell from my song, can't you? That's one of the abilities of the Song Bird,"

The girl nodded, taking his hand.

"I'm sorry to say that arrived late, but I offer you to come stay at my castle," he offered, "you can be my daughter. My only son is dead and my grandson renounced his name and ran away, so I have no left to spend time with,"

The girl slowly nodded, realizing her fate as the village no longer stands and the boy who protected her was gone.

The man grinned, "My name is Makarov, but if you would like, you can call me father,"

The girl took off her mask to reveal wavy blue hair and brown eyes, "My name is Levy,"

Makarov smiled and his large mustache tipped upwards. He pulled Levy towards his horse, "Come now child, everything will be ok,"

She glance back at the village once more as they left and the single cabinet that stood, finally turned to ashes.