Summary: It was impossible. How could everyone be wiped out that quickly? They had been ripped away, leaving him alone.
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He fell to his knees, hands bloody from scrabbling at the wreckage that used to be the guild. Crumpled bodies lay beneath broken stone and wood. Nobody inside had survived, and that was most everyone since it was so close to a party. Happy had been waiting for him here. Natsu turned over the blue exceed's body gently, barely stirring the dust that had fallen.
"Happy..." The words came out as a choked sob. The villagers had been shocked, used to the guild's destructive behavior, they were close to the group. Those in Fairy Tail were good people, with little bad in their hearts, and most of Fiore knew that, proving the popularity. It was so shocking because the power of the guild had been annihilated so quickly, it was almost as if there was no way to change it. That they were all destined to die. The mayor put a hand on Natsu's shoulder.
"Will you help us burry your fr-"
"NO!" Natsu roughly shook the hand off, standing and looking at the bloody and broken bodies of his friends and comrads. His eyes lingered on Lucy for the longest time of any. Mira hadn't escaped, though Elfman was beside her, protecting her as a loyal brother. From where Erza and Wendy lay, they had tried to help the Master. Natsu turned his face to the sky, tears flowing freely from his olive eyes, pupils dilated to little more than slivers. His mouth streatched open and he let loose a heart-wrenching bellow, that of a dragon who had nothing left in life but revenge. When he turned his face back to the destruction, his eyes were caught by a sparkle beside Lucy. He heaved himself to his feet, leaving Happy where he lay and walking slowly over to his blond friend. Her keys were safe. Seeing them, he picked them up carefully, holding them as if they were actually alive themselves, though they were all in the spirit world. He turned and left the rubble, passing through the townsfolk who parted before him, like some stung part in the water, afraid the person going through would lash out and use his wrath on them. Natsu's eyes gleamed dangerously, even murderously. The dragon slayer who used to be happy, and kind. Always ready to go on some adventure with his friends and even quicker to fight with Gray. The same one who had cried, laughed, and fought with his friends in hard times and in good. He had lost everything and there was no way to get it back, so he chose the next path.
He turned his feet in a random direction, hoping for anything to take his mind off of it.
Short chapter to start things off and get going. I hope you are all eager for this story as well.
Yes I know the first chapters are short, but they are always intense, so I hope it hooks you all the faster.
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