AN: Hello everyone. This is a brand new story that's been on my mind for a while so I decided to give it a try. For more info read the AN at the end of the chapter.

And now let us begin.

Prologue

Flashback - Year X777

It was late at night. The darkness enveloped the area, smothering it in infinite shadows. All that could be seen was the torrential storm of white snow which plagued and battered the mountains regions of Morath, centering on the old Throat Fall Church at the summit of the mountains. Located at approximately 150 kilometers from Magnolia in Fiore, the only way to get there was by a 5 hour train ride or a two hour walk from the small village Olpheus.

In one of the many rooms of the church there was a boy, no older than 11 who was sleeping soundly in his bed. His peaceful slumber, however, was interrupted by loud noises outside his room. Waking up, he rubbed his eyes, got out of his bed and went to the door. Opening it slightly, he peaked outside to see what was going on. He saw two elder priests with long snow-white beards dressed in a blue cape with a hood covering their faces heading towards the stairs in a hurry.

"Come on, we have to go downstairs." One of them spoke in a quiet but hushed voice.

"I know, you don't have to tell me." The other one answered in the same hushed voice. "How did it come to this? Things were going so well, we were so close, then the dragons suddenly disappear and now this?"

"Don't worry, we'll solve this somehow. As long as we have the boy we'll be fine, at most this will only delay us for a few years but our plan will not fail." The other man assured his colleague.

The young boy watched the two elders disappear down the stairs. He knew those men. They were the ones who were training him to control his magic. While he didn't exactly understand how his magic worked, everyone was praising him, telling him he was gifted, special, unique despite his parents not being mages or having anything to do with the magic domain.

Slowly and quietly, he fully opened the door, ignoring the small creaks it made when he pushed it. He stepped outside of the room and started heading towards the staircase. As usual, the stone floor was very cold and it was hurting his small feet but he continued on. It was as if a magnet was pulling him, pushing him to get to the main hall. With each step, he felt something inside of him grow, it was getting hotter and it made him uneasy and then, after his next step, he heard it. A blood piercing scream and an agonizing shriek, both coming from downstairs. Startled, he started running down the stairs until he reached the end.

Hiding at the entrance behind a wall, he peaked over it and saw many priests, all wearing the same robes, gathered in the middle of the room. But what caught his attention were two bodies on the floor, lying in a pool of blood. He put his head out to get a better look but once he got it, he paralyzed on the spot.

In the main hall, the priests seemed to be in a heated argument. Adrianos, one of the priests who just arrived, saw what was going on and immediately lashed at the Head Priest.

"Johan, what have you done? This is madness!" He roared as he pointed at the bodies. One was the body of a woman with light brown hair, the other was of a man with dark brown hair. Both of them looked like they were in their mid-thirties.

"Quiet down fool! It had to be done, if not, then all we worked for these past 30 years would have gone to waste! I am not going to allow that." Johan, the head priest, a man in his early sixties with a long white beard donning a green cloak signifying his rank roared back at the other priest.

"We understand how urgent the situation was, but you just killed the boy's parents!" Another priest, Donardo, argued with his mentor. "What will you tell the boy?"

Johan looked at him and with a cold and calculating voice he answered. "We'll just tell his parents left him, tell him that they didn't want a freak as their son." He then put a cruel and sinister grin. "Who knows, it might even motivate him."

The other priests were uneasy, but they wouldn't dare question their mentor's decision.

Seeing that there were no more protests, Johan started speaking again. "First, we will have to clean this as quickly as possible. By tomorrow morning I want there to be no trace of blood on the floor. As for the bodies, you two." He then pointed at two random priests. "You will burn the bodies and make sure nothing of them is left. As for the boy, I will personally talk to him tomorrow morn-" He was cut off mid sentence by a new and more childish voice.

"Mommy…Daddy?" Everyone froze when they heard the words. The boy finally managed to move from the door frame and into the main hall. Everyone stared at him with wide faces. No one knew what to say but slowly Johan stepped out towards him and in a forced calm and nice voice, spoke to the boy.

"Tadasuke, please return to your room, we adults have some important business to discuss." But his request was ignored by the boy, now named Tadasuke.

"Mommy…Daddy?" Tadasuke spoke again in a slow and quiet voice as tears started falling from his eyes. Seeing that the boy didn't acknowledge him, Johan told a maid to get him to his room.

"Right away sir." She spoke in a shaky voice. She approached the boy with a shy smile hoping to calm him down a bit. "Tadasuke-sama, it's very late, you should be in be-" She didn't get to finish her sentence as she burst in flames. The maid let out a scream as the hot flames burned her skin, tearing the life out of her.

Everyone was shocked not expecting something like this to happen. But what shocked them more was the dark aura around the boy. Even the Head Priest had no idea what was happening.

Tadasuke stood still, his left hand that burned the maid was still raised. He didn't know what happened, his body moved on his own. Then he felt something inside of him snap and from the depth of his soul, he heard it, a dark voice, very similar to his own.

"Murder…MURDER!" He heard these words then everything went black.

Xxx

Hokuto Trener was an old man but more importantly he was a mage. While not being a member of a guild, he had traveled the lands in his youth and made many friends during his stays and missions in villages.

However years ago his body lost it's vigor and he had to settle down somewhere. He had no family and since he couldn't join a guild, he decided to build a house at the outskirts of Olpheus. He liked it here, it was peaceful, the middle of the nature always made him feel relaxed. The region was superb, mountains, forest and even a waterfall. He couldn't wish for more.

But he still misses his friends, they rarely see each other anymore and only few visit him now. He didn't mind though, because his best friend was among those who visited him. He still remembers the battles they fought together, the travels they went on together, the joys they shared together, the tears they shed together, he still remembers the man who now was the master of a wonderful guild, he still remembers Makarov Dreyar.

Despite being late at night, Hokuto couldn't sleep so he was reading a book. Reading books was never his thing back in the day, but now the loneliness taught him the value of literature and he will admit that it made it a lot more bearable. He was reading one of his favorite books now, the "Uncommon Tales". It wasn't a sophisticated book but he loved its simplicity. As he was about to turn the page, he heard a loud explosion come from outside.

Startled, he dropped the book and went outside to see what was that noise he heard. His mouth almost fell as the saw Throat Fall Church burning wildly. He narrowed his eyes at the sight, he knew that behind the nice façade, the church was conducting mysterious experiments in the ancient catacombs beneath it but since that couldn't be proved, the Magic Council decided to not interfere.

Grabbing his sword, he rushed towards it and in several bursts of speed he was there. It was worse than he anticipated, everything was completely burned and destroyed. He tried to sense if anyone was still alive. To his surprise he managed to find a signal, but what confused him was that the signal came from outside the church and into the forest behind it.

With a few more bursts of speed he was already at the signal. He did not expect to find what looked to be like a young boy, collapsed on the snow with blood all over his body. Deciding what to do, he picked the boy and after glancing at the burning building another time to disappeared.

Xxx

Several days have passed before Tadasuke woke up. Opening his eyes, he was blinded slightly by the day light and covered his face with one hand. After his eyes adjusted to the intensity, he removed his hand and slowly lifted himself in a sitting position. As he was regaining his reason, he noticed that he was not in his room at the church. He looked around a bit, confused by his whereabouts, but then, he heard noises come from the brown door in front of him, moments later it opened and an elderly man revealed himself in the doorway.

"Oh, you're awake. I was coming to see how you were doing but it's good to see you are up." Hokuto commented as he entered the room after closing the door behind him. "You had me worried there for a bit. It was only yesterday your fever broke and I didn't expect you to wake up this early." He said with a large grin on his face, his frame getting closer to the bed where Tadasuke was currently resting.

Tadasuke looked confused at the strange old man before he managed to form some words from his lips. "Where am I?" he asked hoarsely, his voice damaged by the drowsiness and by the lack of water.

Noticing this, Hokuto took the glass of water from the counter next to the bed and gave it to the boy to drink. Tadasuke took the glass with a shaky hand and started drinking it quickly, his body rejuvenating with every drop of water he consumed. Finishing the entire glass, he placed it slowly on the counter and thanked the kind man afterwards. Hokuto took a seat next to him and proceeded with his explanation.

"I found you collapsed near Throat Fall Church a few nights ago. It was a horrible fire. The authorities still don't know what caused it." Hokuto said calmly, taking a seat on one of the chairs in the room. He was looking intently at the boy, waiting for his reaction at the news.

Tadasuke looked confused for a moment, his mind blank for a few seconds, but then, the memories started coming to him in large chunks. Vivid images images of what had transpired on that night started flooding his brain, overwhelming all his senses. His eyes widen and tears started falling as he remembers the death of his parents. "Mommy…Daddy!" He said quietly as he started shaking. Hokuto looked at him a few moments, then spoke in a sad voice.

"I'm sorry, but they couldn't find anyone else. You are the only one who made it out alive." Hearing this Tadasuke started crying. Gently Hokuto took the boy in his arms and let him cry on his chest. He couldn't imagine how the boy felt. To lose your parents at such a young age, it was heartbreaking.

After several minutes, Tadasuke calmed down a bit. Hokuto looked at the boy and wondered what could he do to help him. He could sent him to Makarov at Fairy Tail. He knew that Makarov could help him, but then an idea flashed in his head. Hokuto had no family and as far as he knew, he was the last one who used his type of magic. He knew that in a few years he would die and with him, possibly the last knowledge of his Lost Magic. He glanced at the boy that was trying to come to terms with his loss and made his mind.

Wearing a kind smile he spoke gently. "I'm truly sorry for what happened to your family. Such an event will leave scars that would probably never heal." The boy lifted his gaze and looked upwards at the old man. "And right now, I would hate myself if I let you go on your own in the world so I want you stay with me from now on." He said seriously, surprising the boy.

"M-me, stay h-here?" Tadasuke asked shocked. "But-"

"No buts, I understand what it's like to live alone. Ever since the beginning I was an orphan, I had no parents and lived of whatever I could find. If it hadn't been for master Yamamoto, I would have died years ago. But he found me and took me in as one of his own. He offered me shelter, food and a warm bed. At that time those basic needs were a luxury for me. He even offered to teach me his magic. Even today I am grateful that he found me that day and took me in his care." He said as a lone tear fell from his eye. Turning back to Tadasuke who looked absorbed in his story, he spoke again. "Right now I'm offering you the same thing. Shelter, food a nice warm bed and I will teach you my magic."

"I d-don't k-know…"Tadasuke started but was interrupted again. "Oh my, stupid me. It seems my memory isn't what it used to be once. I forgot to introduce myself." Hokuto turned to Tadasuke at put his hand out. "My name is Hokuto Trener and the magic I will teach you is a Lost Magic, Shinigami Magic. What do you say boy? Will you accept my help?" He asked with an encouraging smile.

Tadasuke looked at the man's hand for a few moment before we whipped his tears and with a shaky, yet at the same time, determined hand, he took the man's hand in a shake. " I accept your help." Hearing this Hokuto smiled widely.

"Tadasuke." The boy said in a very quiet voice. Hokuto raised his brow, he was confused. "My name is Tadasuke." Te repeated himself, this time louder."Tadasuke Asanuma." Tearing this, the old man let out a huge grin and the boy could help but put a shy smile on his face as well.

Flashback End

Xxx

Present Time - X784

Tadasuke woke up as he felt the sun's rays on his face, disturbing him from his peaceful slumber. Despite not liking it, he was a early riser and today was not different. Getting out of bed he put on his usual clothes which consists of a body tight cloak with a hood, black cargo pants and dark boots. Honestly now, he wasn't exactly a fashion person but then again he grew up in an isolate area only visiting the town if it was absolutely necessary. In these last 7 years he has gown very much, both physically and mentally. He has spiky brown hair that reaches his shoulders, with a few bangs covering his eyes, not that you could see much thanks to his hood. He was also a lot taller, his brown eyes were hidden by the hood but they were very intimating and his body had a really nice build thanks to his training, it wasn't bulky, but he wasn't slim either.

Going in the kitchen, he made himself a small breakfast and ate in silence. Finishing rather quickly, he cleaned his dishes and went to his room. He grabbed his backpack, the money on the counter and went to the front door. With one last look inside the house, he exited the house and locked the door. Glancing for probably the last time at the house, he sighed and went towards a hill nearby, his backpack being lazily carried with one hand over his shoulder.

After 5 minutes of walking, he arrived at the peak where in a corner, hidden by flowers, a gravestone lay on the ground.. He slowly walked towards a grave, knowing fully well who it belonged to, he made it after all. Couching down he looked at it and read. "Hokuto Trener, X694-X784". Yes, his master had died a few days ago, but not because of an illness or an attack, it was just the time for him to go. Tadasuke did not cry, he knew that this moment would eventually come but it still made him sad.

"Hey master, it's me again." He started, his voice gentle yet full with emotion . "I know I visited you every day since, you know." He trailed off a bit before continuing. "But today will be the last time. That's right, I'm leaving like you wanted me to. You know I'm not really good with words, neither were you, but I just want to say that I'm grateful for everything you've done to me ever since that day you found me 7 years ago. I have to go now, I'll keep my promise to you and go there, I'll make sure to continue your legacy. Goodbye." He spoke sadly then he lifted himself up on his legs again. Staring a few more moments at the rock, he turned around and started making his way towards the Olpheus train station.

He stopped again to look at the horizon in front of him. His eyes were greeted with the sight of green, majestic mountains, cascading rivers and the rising Sun that brought fort a new day. "Here I come, Fairy Tail." With determination evident in his voice, he started making his way towards his new destination, the town of Magnolia in Fiore.

"And so, for the first time, The Blade sets out Its Wings to fly towards the Heavens."

Chapter End

AN: Wow, a new story, I'm a bit nervous.

For those who read my other story "Bleach: Substitute Transcendence" don't worry. I haven't given up on it. I just update slower because I have to study and I am a bit lazy most of the time.

Like I said in the description, element from Bleach, Naruto and Skyrim will be in the story. The Bleach one is obvious: Shinigami Magic. As for the other two, you'll just have to wait and see.

The first chapter was just the Prologue and yes it had almost nothing about Fairy Tail.

It's just an introduction to my OC. I hope you'll grow to like him cause I'm putting my soul in him. But if you're the type of person who hates OC and all that then just think of him as Kurosaki Ichigo from Bleach. They are very similar.

Also, I'll accept any advice I'll receive. What I want to know the most is how predictable is my story.

Well, that's all for now.

Don't forget to review and favorite if you like the story.

Bye now.