Welcome. This is a story that I thought up a while ago but have onnot just published, but here. I hope you enjoy.
Note: I don't own Fairy Tail or my of it characters. Happy loves fish, but not as much as Carla, and that this story is purely for entertainment.
Over 700, almost 800, years ago, the Dragon Civil War began. Dragons lived in their own territories, surrounding the dragon's herd. Humans were livestock, living in little villages, with only fear as their companion, unknowing when they would be sent to slaughter to satisfy their lord. However, one dragon, whose name has been lost to time, was curious, and lived with his humans; of course, the humans were terrified at first, but adjusted and resumed their daily lives. The dragon found out that the only difference between them and their fodder was their strength alone.
This dragon confronted others, some agreed and others disagreed;they bickered, and fought, and killed each other to find out which ideology was just, and before it escalated into a war, the unnamed dragon died of old age. Weissologia led the pro-human forces, while Igneel led the anti-human forces. Humans, with intelligence rivaling dragons, knew that with the war, neither side would protect them, which would eventually lead to extinction. Mages and knights then began to appear. Knights would coat their bodies in armor made from a fallen dragon's scales, and a blade made from demon fangs, while mages would train and alter their bodies to transform pure Ethernano into magic, magic that risked the very mage's life, Lost Arts.
One of these mages, a fire mage, was a famed dragon knight, a squadron of mages and knights that were unparalleled when it came to dragon-slaying. This man was famous for his 'devil flame',a blood red and sky blue flame that was rumored to not only burn the body, bit the mind and soul as well. His strength rivalled that of even Igneel, so the now human lord of Milidan have this man the new name to be passed on, for being a 'dragon in human skin', Dragneel.
Even after 300 years, when that man has been forgotten and 'devil fire' is only a myth, the Dragneel family still proudly carries his name. Dao Dragneel is a descendant of that man, a knight to the lord and the headmaster of Milidan and and its academy, Shiro Jegudiel.
Dao was nicknamed the reaper, for his slanted oynx eyes that seemed to both reflect and absorb the light, that only revealed it's true chestnut color in battle, in which they would bore into one's very soul. His spiky, disheveled hair was midnight black and plastered to his tan skin as he ran. He wasnt wearing his usual knight attire consisting of a dark gray breastplate and gauntlets covering a black long sleeve tunic with long gray pants tucked into black steel boots that reached his knees. All adorned with a white hilted katana in a white sheath hanging off his left side and a abyss black cape reaching his waste, it's stained color from the blood of demons.
Instead, Dao was wearing a black tangtop and cargo pants underneath a gray trenchcoat, abnormal considering a majority of both the male and female populations wore togas (Dao considered them dresses, and no one could tell him otherwise). He liked being a rebel of fashion. Any other day, and he might stop at a bar for the sole purpose of getting in a fight, because 'someone mocked his style', but he was in a rush home, he was going to have a second son.
Yokina, Dao's wife, could have been giving birth at that very moment, today on June 22 322X, and if he missed it, he would not be easily forgiven. Even with her long, silky sakura hair and soft hazel eyes, she could be very violent, and very violent meant dragon war violent. Dao could swear that when his wife was pissed, she could easily kill a dozen dragons.
His house came into view, a small cottage on the outskirts of town, almost hidden within the surrounding forest. The walls are made of wood, but the outside was covered in rocks plastered together with concrete for protection from animals and demons that lurk in the night. There was one large magically reinforced window on the main floor that could be seen, with several smaller windows on the second story, but the most noticeable feature was the humongous cherry tree overshadowing the tiny cottage.
Dao remembered this tree, he grew up in this house after all, his mother always told him that faries hid within its flowers, and that's why at night it would change color from its marvellous pink to the entire rainbow. Maybe that's why he loved Yokina so much, her pink hair made her beautiful, but her personality was like a colorful rainbow, erethal.
Yokina screamed. 'Well, shit. I'm late,' Dao thought. He was so sidetracked recalling his childhood that Yokina would make sure he misses his sons' childhood not to mention miss having other children. He sprinted forward, slamming open the door, and scaring the three, almost four year old Zeref on the couch.
Zeref didn't turn out exactly as planned in Dao's opinion. Zeref had his father's hair color and eye color, but his mother's flat hairstyle and soft eyes, he was like Yokina and Dao where shoved together in one body. He named his son Zeref, meaning demon, because Dao expected his son to be a fierce warrior like himself. Oh…he was soooo wrong. It quickly became apparent that Zeref was more of an intellectual, teaching himself to read at the age of three… nerd.
"Why's mommy screaming," Zeref innocently said. 'Well…shit,' Dao thought. His son was definitely too young and too innocent to know the truth, so he did what any MAN would do, lie.
"W-well, you see, when a mommy and a daddy want to have a child, they make a wish on a stork. That stork flies up to the cloudy heavens to grant their request. The stork has a long journey though, it takes several months for the stork to go to and from the sky, so when when they return to grant the request, they can be quite cranky. And from what I saw outside, your mother is currently fighting off a very cranky stork stuck in the window to your mother's room to get your little brother," Dao said. Good job Dao, lying to children.
"Well why can't I help?' Zeref asked, tilting his head slightly in confusion.
"T-that's because it's a very messy battle, and your mother would hate for you to get hurt. But don't worry, your big strong dad will protect her," Dao replied. Before Zeref could say anything else, Dao bolted up the stairs, desperately wanting to get away from the conversation. He arrived in front of the master bedroom, their room, and open it in time to see his newborn son and wife covered in blood. So he did what any MAN would do, fainted.
Dao woke up several hours later, to a worried Zeref and a very pissed off Yokina.
"Was the crane that strong dad?" Zeref asked. Dao was going to reply, but a sinister looking Yokina cut him off.
"Oh yes, it was a very hard battle, back and forth between two adversaries. Your father came to help, but in the end, it turned out to a battle of wits, and the stork seemed to have more than your poor father," Yokina snickered. Dao went to a nearby corner, a depressing aura surrounding him. It wasn't his fault, his mind was battle oriented, finding stance quirks, analysing battle strategies, and psychoanalysing opponents. IT WASN'T MADE FOR FINDING THE AREA OF A CIRCLE!
"I was kidding. Your father fought bravely and fought off the crane, it just got in a lucky shot while getting away," Yokina chuckled. Why did his wife have to tease him? Probably because he's easy to tease.
"Daddy, I'm glad your awake, my new little brother hasn't been very patient. He's just like you… you could've been twins but he has mommy's hair color. I wish he was my twin," Zeref said. Dao shot to his feet, silently chanting prayers that this child would be a warrior like him. 'Please, please, please let him prefer swords over spears, I hate those pointy things,' Dao thought, but he couldn't help but awe at the tiny creature in his wife's arms that he so desperately wanted to cuddle.
He was adorable in the purest sense of the word. He was wrapped in a light sky blue blanket, so only his tiny round face showed. He had short disheveled locks the same color as the cherry flowers outside of their window, a soft pink, but his wife insisted that it was salmon. His big eyes were next to his tiny nose, but Dao couldn't tell what they looked like, he was asleep.
"What should we name him?" Zeref asked, thinking up dozen of names from fiction books he's read, like Alfonse, Shikimaru, and Erin… maybe not.
"Senshi! We have name him Senshi!" Dao exclaimed. He was absolutely positively that this one would like to fight.
Yokina just sighed, "No. Zeref gets mocked enough for his name, and I will not let you do that to our son again! You named Zeref, so this one's mine! Let's see… Natsu. We'll name him Natsu, after all, it is the first day of summer. IT'S PERFECT!"
Natsu woke up, both of his parents were screaming, and he honestly just wanted to sleep, but when they stopped shouting, and he was in starting to go back to sleep, his father turned his attention towards him.
"You like want to be named Senshi right? Come on Senshi," Dao begged, looking into the abyss like eyes belonging to Natsu. Unfortunately, Natsu got a bad combination of both of their parents' tempers, so he only glared, or as best as his adorable face could.
"That settles it. Natsu obviously likes his name better than Senshi, so his name is Natsu," Yokina said.
A new chapter for the Dragneel family had just begun, let's just say it's a weird one.
Author's Note: Yahoo! The prologue is done. I hope you liked it. I would also like to thank my sib for helping me edit this. Thanks TheMethodeToMyMadness. Go ahead and check out one one of Method's stories. I highly recommend them.