Prologue

"If the Pendant of Light – the one we call the 'Ardent Flame' – is to fall into the eternal frost…"

The voice that reverberated across the archaic and ancient room was raspy and chilly. It conveyed the sound of arrogance, but it was arrogance because of the current situation. Something grave would happen, and the voice could only communicate its agitation. The enigmatic voice sounded old and wise, and it expressed a tone of worry and anxiety. In an ominous voice it continued to speak.

"All hope would be lost…"

The person standing at the center of the room felt the gravity of the situation. However, as emotionless as the individual was, the spoken message was met with silence. The person, nonetheless, appeared willing to continue listening.

"As the Flame served as the Light, something sinister could swipe it away… the Ice, the one who casted the Flames away… the one who casted the Light away… It will devour the Ardent Flame and destroy all hope…"

The person inside continued to listen to the warnings. The voice had not said this much before. The voice had not even warned about the hope being lost. Perhaps it had known something that would harm the hope. The person only looked straight in front, towards the item that magically floated above a stone altar in the near center of the location.

"What shall I do?" The man spoke. His voice was deep and harsh. It did not have any emotions, but it was laced with the aura of wrath and death itself. The person's clothes rustled from his movement, when he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"The Frost must be kept away…"

There was a long pause after the short statement; however, the man knew that there was something more into that. With his patience making him stand calmly and assess the situation, the man waited for more words – words that would come to that enigma.

"The Frost must be defeated…"

"How can the Frost be defeated?" The man asked, now knowing the full extent of the developing circumstances. The Ardent Flame must be kept safe, away from its predator – its enemy – the Frost. However, even though confident that he could do task on his own, he knew better than to charge at an enemy without knowing anything at all.

"The Moon can reverse the power of the Frost… oh, the pure sweet light of the moon that can gradually break the fierceness of the Frost… But the Moon appears rare and the Frost itself is alive…"

The voice answered.

"The Frost can acquire more power, making the Moon appear weak… In order to save the Ardent Flame, the Frost must be destroyed… The Pendant of Light must be found and the Frost is to be destroyed…"

And then the aura that occupied that ancient room disappeared suddenly. It signaled the end of the conversation and the man whirled back, taking away his sight from the floating item. As he began walking away from the area, he started to think over the words the voice had mentioned.

The Ardent Flame was a very mysterious magical item. It was said that it took many different forms, making it undistinguishable from the usual magic items available around the world. It was said that the Ardent Flame was conscious – it was aware of the surrounding and it was aware of what was happening. At the moment, according to the voice, the Ardent Flame took the shape of a form of jewelry – the Pendant of Light. However, the voice had warned against the enemy that would defeat the Ardent Flame – the Frost.

"The Ardent Flame would fall to Eternal Frost," the man repeated the words aloud.

Even though the voice was ominous, old and enigmatic, the words being spoken were not. In a world were magic was so usual, it would appear that the voice's warning was not more than a metaphor. And, from the person's experience himself, such words were not to be taken in a deep view.

"As the Flame served as the Light, the Frost served as the one that would cast it away…" He formed a smirk on his lips. He was more than positive that a certain magic would threaten the Ardent Flame. "Ice magic," he declared aloud. "The flames could only be destroyed by the ice…"

The man continued to walk away from the area. He meandered across hallways that appeared limitless, and through the stairs that seemed to end at nowhere. Being at the location for several times already made the passageways built for child's play, and being lost at that particular moment could never have an excuse. The man treaded the place with extreme precision, turning only when he knew it was the right moment and going up or down when it was in the proper location.

At last, he reached a clearing just bordering the entrance of that large temple. As he looked up the sky, the sky that was smothered with jet black clouds and threatening weather, the person was able to smirk for another moment. A lightning exploded from through the clouds, a single drop of white began the fall of the countless…

Laying his hands in front of him, his palms up to reach the trickles of white, the man observed a natural event that started to evade the land. A lone snow flake dropped in his palms. In just less than a minute, the snow melted at the warmth of his hands.

"That is correct," he muttered to himself. "By my hand I'm going to destroy that Ice that makes you." He dropped his hands and adjusted the cloak covering his entire head. "This tells me I need to visit a certain guild. To destroy what is threatening the Light."

On his hands was a piece of poster. Drawn in it was the symbol of Fairy Tail.