Hey, guys! Welcome to my first, long-running Fanfic. Unfortunately, the full summary of this story cannot fit into the undersized amount of characters we get in the actual summary. Also, unfortunately, it means you guys can choose to read it, or not, and it just means I have extra, useless writing to do.
But yeah, here is the full summary...
FULL SUMMARY: This story is based in the Chinese Era – In a world where those with strength and power dominate over the weak; in a world where magical beasts and magic wielding Mages exist, and in a world where there are Battle Saints, Ninja Saints, and Mage Saints, this is the world where those with power live like royalty and those who don't struggle to live another day. The magical beast and the Ninja's, Mage's and Warrior's are at war with each other, each only owning half the continent but want full control over it.
In a village, distant from the rest of the world, a boy is birthed who is the first in the village to be born with magic in his veins. The village people live on the border of where the beast land begins. Believing that the baby is a demon, cursed with this power, they toss the baby into a cavern, sacrificing him to the deity levelled beast that lurks within...
The wind whistled softly but was interrupted by the echo of pain coming from a small wooden house.
This village, located almost sixty miles from any town, or city, and boarded the Magical Forest of Beasts, was by no means normal. This village was secluded from the rest of the world, living its own ideals and blocking out what the other townships and cities had to say.
This village was poor. The village had no means of making a living and instead focused on continuing its traditions and never buying or selling any items. The village would only make enough so that its people could live on the land, and would not have to come into contact with the vile, outside world.
The village of Xiao was very close to the strip of neutral land that neither beast nor human had taken claim to. But, the village knew that in the crack, a crack that seemed endless lived a powerful Magical beast that they worshipped like a God. They gave it sacrifices, hoping that it wouldn't kill their people, and they had a festival for the beast every 50 moons.
Another shriek pierced through the air like an arrow, a torch flickering slightly in the night's wind. The stench of blood filled the small house, and a woman, whose face was pale and sickly, lay on a bed made of cloth as a man held her hand.
Her pale, blonde hair, stuck to her forehead as the beads of sweat trailed down her face. The man next to, his dark red hair sticking to his face too, held onto her hand. His white cotton shirt stuck to him, and his rough cut pants were no longer a pale brown, but now a dark red.
For hours, the woman had laid on the make-shift bed eagerly, and after finally going into labour had begun to writhe in pain on it. She gripped and clawed at the cloth, ripping it with her fingers. Her legs were up and bent, and a village doctor looked for any sign of the baby's head.
Almost unseen by the doctor, a head began to emerge, he told the woman to keep going and soon the baby's whole head emerge and then he began to aid in bringing the baby out.
They wrapped the baby in a cotton sheet, and the doctor passed it to the father, a confused look graced the doctor's features.
He said, "Your baby is incredibly hot," he passed the baby, and then lifted up the arm of his cotton shirt, "A burn mark?"
The village elders came to the doctor, watching as he prodded at the burn mark. The burn suddenly gave an insufferable amount of pain to the doctor, and he thrust his arm into a bucket, allowing the cool water to soothe the burn that lingered like poison on his arm.
"Demon child!" The elders yelled, and they pointed their wrinkled fingers at the child in the man's arm.
"Damn that child to the pit! Allow the God bellow to feast on this devil offspring!" The eldest croaked, he charged from the room.
Soon all the men inside followed, they cursed the family inside. Left in the house was the man and his wife, his wife's eyes had been glossy and begged the man to spare the child, but the man's eyes had become hollow and he ignored the look his wife gave him.
The man grabbed the clock to the side, and then he fled from the house. Rubble beneath his feet and the wind pushed him backwards, the man continued to walk with the child that cried for affection and love. The man had made his heart stone, the crying of the child did not affect him, but he looked at the child callously.
The man's upper body was strong, and with this, he barged through the increasing wind, his cape behind him. And, within a few minutes, he stood at the crevice – he stared down at the abyss. He held the newborn out in his hands, one hand at the child's head and the other at its lower back.
"Maybe if this village were to see the outside, they'd understand you are a Mage born from a Battle Saint," The man's rough voice caused the child to stifle its cries, "I hope you survive what is down there, and this fall, one day you will be the most powerful man on this continent. Like I was."
These words lingered in the air, and the air was split. The child began falling.
The child fell, for what seemed an eternity to the man, before he vanished from the man's eye. With a sigh and a sound of annoyance, the man turned on his heels. He chanted a few words, and then with a mighty fire surrounding him, he lay waste to the village...
The child had fallen at least fifty meters, before becoming caught on a branch that had been not far from the fall.
The child had begun to weep and awoke the beast within. A large shadow began to move from the darkness that engulfed the cave, and it emerged in front of the child. It's large wings trailing behind him as his red scales invaded the child's eyes, that had first opened at the sound of his father's voice. Its large eyes had slits for pupils and sharp teeth that were plentiful in its large jaws, the eyes briefly glanced over the child.
Soon a light danced around the beast and it became smaller and smaller, upon reaching 1.8 meters in length did it stop. The beast had become a human, and its body was sturdy and strong.
The beast now had light colour red hair, but still had its intense green eyes with black slits. The body began to rise upwards.
This was a deity level magical beast! They had the power to take on a human form and lived for thousands of years and were considered to be the peak level that someone on the continent could become before leaving to another plane.
He reached out to the child, feeling the child's body heat before even coming into contact with the child.
"This heat," The voice said, pondering to itself, "I'll raise ou child, you have a high level of potential to become a Battle Saint or a Mage Saint."
The child, slightly shivering, did not stop crying until the man held it in his hands. He began to softly float downwards, wondering why someone had sent such a blessed child to him.
The cave was dark, and the child's eyes could not adjust to this darkness, not just yet. To provide light, the man, without a chant, made an everlasting flame that burned brightly. From clothes of the dead that had been chucked down into the cave, the beast created a bed.
Still holding the child, he sat with his legs crossed. He stared at the child who only bubbled slightly, and then moved its hands. The human body of the beast shifted slightly, moving his hand through its long hair.
"You probably don't have a name, as you look like one who was just brought to this world." The man, with a hand on his chin, said while thinking deeply.
"Your name shall be Natsu."