Rated T for language and because I'm paranoid.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Nor do I own the cover image.
Happens before Tenrou. Everything went the same in Fairy Tail without Natsu.
Prologue
The darkness seemed to move and swirl together as a menacing figure emerged from the building's shadow, the tall clock in the middle of the town finished ringing midnight. His muscular stature covered by a midnight grey cloak, he shifted slowly but sinisterly away from the small building and towards his unknown destination. A dangerous aura emitted off of him, his appearance only adding to the eerie feeling flowing around him.
The figure abruptly picked up his pace, little more than a blur as he dashed through the night; shadow to shadow. A white, scaly cloth revealed itself under the cloak as the person ran on.
Jumping gracefully to the top of a house, his dark silhouette never lost its stride as he ran from rooftop to rooftop with his cloak dancing behind him. Metallic silver and blood red gleam in the moonlight each time the dawn-like cloth rustles at certain angles.
Suddenly, as if glued in place, the man stops and scans the area suspiciously with his seemingly dull, charcoal eyes. He breaks free from the house as he soars to the ground below, his hood slipping from his head. Landing in a crouch with little more than a soft thump, the male stands to reveal bright yet dull spiky, pink hair sticking out in all directions in a carefree way. A faint, fiery light discharges off of the smooth, spiky hair as the man rakes his finger nonchalantly through the pink mess. The figure's striking, tanned face would be expressionless if not for one thing. His eyes, shining in the faint light, allowed their true color to be seen. Unique, dark grey-green orbs with dragon-like pupils glared like daggers towards the large and brightly illuminated building before him.
The mysterious individual's right hand instinctively reached down to hold his glimmering silver katana with a ruby-eyed dragon circling the handle warningly. Reaching up to his hood, the figure pulled it over his hair, shadowing his eyes, as he unsheathed his weapon, ready to attack the target inside of the rowdy building. A building with a sparkling white emblem of a tailed fairy guarding the entrance.