Disclaimer-I don't own FT. Just the plot, the pieces of cloth that cover me, and some of my other belongings.
Fallen Dragon. Chapter One
Natsu was tired. He was just plain tired. Nothing to blame. Except, yeah, a few things. Most of them were nightmares. They, although very vivid, were occasionally shrugged off by our protagonist. On the other hand, there were the guild problems. There were a lot of newbies in the guild. Hey, that was of no major issue. But the major thing was, the core members were ignoring him. Even Lucy. As soon as that thought raced through his mind, he felt a low thud on the left side of his chest.
Natsu looked at the window on the wall to his left. Darkness. It's still the night, he thought. Better go out for a walk to cool off a bit. Something he'd never been able to do, he thought, sub-consciously. Happy's not here yet. Might not even come here tonight. Even the young exceed's attitude towards him had changed. He now became a lot more irritated and angry at the fire dragonslayer.
Natsu started to jog, not quite knowing in which direction. He knew that he had never been in this part of the forest. Never this deep. He was thinking about the guild when he noticed something at the corner of his eye. Abruptly stopping, he decided to investigate. He turned towards his right and began walking at a slow pace. Till now, Natsu didn't feel the urge to light his hands on fire; the moon had provided enough light. But now, as he was heading into a large clump of trees, he started to reconsider.
Natsu wanted to go home. No doubt, liked the forest, but what he didn't like was the mysteriousness of tit all. Suddenly, a bitter memory surfaced in his mind. A twelve- year Natsu ( I couldn't remember his age) was wandering around in a forest, very much like the present one. It might have been a few hours since Igneel left him or it might've been a few months, Natsu couldn't tell. But what he could tell was that this had been the forest where Igneel had abandoned him. A shiver ran up his spine when he realized that. No, he thought, Igneel didn't abandon him. But the truth had hit him like a rock. Cold and unforgiving.
What lay in front of him, he did not know, yet he kept walking. The silver flash of light had vanished ages ago. Looking at the sky above, he calculated that he had a few hours before sunrise. Then I have to go back to the guild. Aargh, this is leading nowhere, he thought. Then it caught his eye. A sword. Natsu usually didn't like swords, but this one was an exception. He had a feeling that he had some kind of connection with it. Unable to contain his curiosity, he ran the last few steps.
The sword wasn't ordinary. That he could tell, though he was no expert. The sword radiated a whitish aura, that could only be termed as powerful. It was single edged, with a long strip of something blue running down its center. With a jolt, he realized that there was something written on it. Then he reached out with his right arm. No sooner than his hand touched the cold and smooth hilt, that he felt something rumble inside of him and then he passed out.
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OK people first things first. Did you like it? This is kind of my first fanfic… and I'm feeling good after writing at least this bit. BTW I'm from India. I'm gonna dedicate the next chappie to the person who figures out what the underlined sentence means (hint- It's a group of sentences)
