Hey guys! :D Ghost here today with a new story! please tell me whatcha think in the review section. Plot was inspired by a story by deltaprime11, that guy is a great author I recommend you check out some of his stories, well if you don't mind NaZa stories...well either way :D without further adieu, Le story!

Chp Updated: 10/1/14; tried to fix errors in this chapter as best as I could find ^~^.

Chapter 1: The Birth of Natsu Dragneel

Location: Venice, Italy

Year: Cerca~1510

"Hey! Hey! Everyone! Come on why are you doing this? What did I do?!" A young boy no older than 8 sobbed out frantically as he ran through the narrow alleyways and streets of Venice. His unnatural spiky pink hair billowing in the evening air as he ran. His olive eyes now puffy red and brimming with tears. His purple vest and baggy white pants torn slightly in various spots. This boy is Aestas Stellio.

"Get the demon!"

"The power of Christ will save you child!"

"I always knew something was wrong with the Stellio family!"

"Don't lose sight of him!"

"Let the others know where he's heading!"

The mob of angry Venetians shouted out behind him.

It had all started earlier that day, sometime just before sunset, when he got into an argument in the marketplace after he overheard a group of men bad mouthing his father. His father was a member at the forefront of what where called 'humanists'. All he'd done was get a little angry...okay arguably the angriest he's ever been, and next thing he knows people are stepping back, fear evident in their eyes exclaiming things like "Demon!" and "My Lord...his eyes!" While some attempted to subdue the confused child.

"Look! I'm sorry for getting angry! I didn't mean it! Stop! Please, please!" He pleaded, but to no avail. He dashed across the bridge leading over the canal, skidding slightly to slow down to cut down another alleyway. 'Thank God I've lost them before I got to my street, I should head home. Dad will know what to do!' He thought to himself before emerging from the alley and darting toward the gated complex that was his home. His home was a tall narrow building with two windows on each floor, easily the tallest in the area. He unlocked the gate, making sure to close it again, and ran inside the house.

"Dad! Dad! Dad!" the boy shouted.

A tall man, fit man, with slicked back red hair and the same dark olive eyes. Dressed in elegant silk purple robes walked out into the narrow hallway from his study, "Aestas?" his eyes widening slightly at the boy's clothing, "My God child what happened to your clothes? And why are you crying?" He questioned as he pulled the young boy into a hug, his boy was strong, he almost never cried...not since...that day...

"I don't know! I just got angry in the marketplace because they were saying bad things about you and then everyone started chasing me, I don't understand! They were calling me demon and stuff!" The boy sobbed out wrapping his arms tightly around his father.

"Okay child, well don't worry now, you're safe now. I'm sure there was just some sort of misunderstanding."

Creeaakkkk~CLANG! The sound of the gate flying open reverberated through the thin walls of the duo's attention was drawn towards the door shortly before it too was being pounded on. It finally was knocked off its hinges and the boys face continued to morph into that of terror.

"What do you think-" the red headed man started in anger.

"Hand over the boy Ignis and you can live." The brown haired man in the front said as he stepped forward, a dagger in hand.

"Are you mad Barbarossa?! He's just a boy! What could he have done?!"

"THAT THING IS NOT A BOY, IT'S A DEMON. WE ALL SAW ITS EYES IGNIS!" The man shouted, waving his free hand hysterically.

"If you think I'm going to hand over my son than you must be in-" he was cut off by a quick thrust by the brown haired man, a sickening crunch, and a burning pain inside his chest worsening with each passing heartbeat. "S-shit...Aestas I'm ...sorry...I love you...your mother would be...proud." Ignis said before dropping dead, the dagger over the center of his chest piercing his heart.

"I see you've made your choice..." He said reaching down and removing the dagger for his chest. "Now for you boy." But the words didn't reach.

He stared at the lifeless body of his father. Too shocked to simply do anything. But then it happened, he felt somewhere deep within his body what felt like floodgates opening. He let out a deafening grief filled roar as his body burst into brilliant orange flame. His skin on his face and forearms scaled over, fingers elongating and sharpening, and his eyes turning in vertical slits; his once dark irises now a brilliant radiant gold. A soft ethereal glow coming from the small of his back. The crowd in front of him backed away in sheer terror but that wouldn't be enough to escape this. The boy lunged forward and -

"Guah!" A teenage boy snapped up to a sitting position from his position on the cliffside, overlooking a harbor. Still sporting a purple vest which showed off his now impressive physique, white baggy pants, and leather sandals. "That stupid fucking dream again, how many times are you going to make me relive that day huh, yah overgrown lizard?"

'I still find that strangely ironic coming from the boy whose last name means lizard.' The deep voice echoed in his head.

"Shut up Ladon!" he growled out in annoyance. "For having a hundred heads or whatever legend says you seem pretty stupid if you think you're going to coax me to do anything that way. No wonder that Hurculette guy or whoever it was, was able to kill you."

'Insolent child! Hercules,' Ladon said stressing the proper name of the man, 'was the son of Zeus, a god! The only other person who would've stood a chance would've been Perseus, and now you, now that you have my power combined with the latent ability in all the humans of this land, which you're all just too stupid to figure out how to use it. I'm just trying to help you move past your fears of my gift child. Magic is a very useful tool if utilized properly. And besides. I can choose whatever form I please, I just chose 100 heads because it's intimidating.'

"Gift?! Gift?! That's what you've given me?!" the pinkette exclaimed. "No, what you've given me is a bounty from the Vatican and the principality of Venice! 'Cause yah know burning down half the place and mauling half the citizens to near death really isn't too smiled upon! Plus your stupid little gift is what ruined my life in the first place. Killed my father..." He looked down the grassy slope dejectedly, recalling the visions from the memory he just re-lived for the thousandth time. "Why do I even keep going? What kind of future does this world hold for me?" he sighed out to the coastal Corsican breeze.

'Having a connection to the constellation Draco has it's benefits you know. The fates predict your future to be bright, I'm sure of it. Good things come to those who persevere.'

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I guess we'll know in due time." He said as he stood up, gazing up at the sky. "Almost noon, Old Man Julius will get angry if we're not back soon."

He walked from his spot on the hill towards the town. After recovering for his onslaught in Venice he fled west, where he eventually ended up in Monaco, and hitched a horrifying boat ride south completly consumed by motion sickness to the island of Corisca. He's lived here for the last 6 years of his life. He ended up in the coastal port town of Bastia, and was taken in by a small shop medicine man named Robert Julius, he sort of acted like a second father to Aestas. Even though the geezer was arguably old enough to be his grandfather.

When he reached town, he was greeted by the familiar merchants and dock workers he's come to know over the last couple of years. It was lucky that somehow his past hadn't caught up to him here, but he was glad. He could at least live a somewhat normal life. He was about to enter the shop when the towns warning bell started to ring.

"Pirates! Pirates in the harbor, evacuate the town quick-"

Boom! Boom! Boom! The man was drowned out by the sound of cannon fire. The sound of wood and plaster splintering as the metal rounds tore through numerous building ripped through the humid afternoon air. Shrieks and shouts of terror echoing through the town in the wake of devastation. Aestas whipped opened the door to the small medicinal shop, "Yo gramps take what you can and get out with the others, there are pirates in the bay, I'm going to help the others!"

A tall frail man with graying brown hair leaned up from his desk of various flasks and herbs, "Alright lad, be careful, I'll meet you at the next town over!" He said before turning and disappearing into the back of the store to gather valuables.

'Boy, you realize if you awaken the full extent of my power again you could easily send that ship and its stupid crew to the bottom of the marina?'

"No I'm not going to risk losing control again, I'll use the amount I've used to get myself this far. Should still be enough to do the job." He said as he glanced down the street past the fleeing women and children to the gathering of men at the end of the street several hundred feet away. As he ran closer he saw the leader of the guards, Morrigan, addressing the defense plans to those gathered.

"I want archers in the back, spearsmen in a phalanx formation along these three streets. Archers I want you to take out as many as possible to lessen the load on the phalanxes as they'll be spread thin."

"Yo Morrigan! All of you guys can fall back, get your families make sure they're safe, I'll handle this." Aestas called out.

"Aestas? What, are you suicidal?! Fighting a few drunks from the tavern is a bit different than taking on an entire ship full of ruthless killers-," he said to the boy as he walked past but was cut off as he stopped and looked at him. He froze in his track, wide eyed. The sounds of the fleeing townspeople and defeating cannons simply ebbed away in shock.

"I said, go to your families. I'll handle everything. Especially you Morrigan, you have a newborn." The pink haired boy said emotionlessly. His face slightly scaled, his eyes turned into vertical slits, and the ethereal golden ring glowing around his dark irises. He turned and proceeded to walk towards the marina, flames licking his body briefly, where the lone ship was approaching the docks.

He stood there waiting, bangs showing his face. As the ship aligned itself and one by one, sailors hopped off the ship and onto the piers. Soon enough there were twenty men in front of him and many more watching from the bow of the ship.

"Well looky here...all the men ran, and they leave this pink haired brat here to take us all on eh?" He said gaining a laugh from the other men.

"I'll give you once chance to leave here, or else you're going to regret it." Aestas said coldly.

"Hahah or what? Kid there's no way you c-" he was cut off as in the blind of an eye a fiery fist connected with his face sending him flying into the front of the ship with a sickening crack and the sound of splintering wood, before dropping, still smoldering slightly, unconsciously into the water below.

He wasted no time to take out more guys who were still shocked from the earlier display. He turned to his left punching the nearest guy in the face with a flaming fist, knocking him out, and proceeding to spin and throw him into the closest group on his right knocking them off balance. Now by this time the others had regained whatever composure they could muster and began their assault. Two charged forward from the left with swords in hand, the one in front slashing horizontally with his sword, Aestas jumped up above the slash. He delivered a powerful flaming roundhouse to the leading man, which caused him to impact head first with his charging companion knocking them both out. The group of three on his right recovered from the comrade they had thrown at them and now were charging with two others. Aestas saw this predicament from the other side as well. Summoning his flames to his hands he spun in a circular fashion and his flames extended into tendrils that lashed out and exploded on contact with the two groups.

After the smoke cleared it showed only two left standing, one turning to the ship, and exclaiming in terror, "Aren't you guys going to help us?!" It appeared that the boys ability to summon fire and take out 18 of their men in less than 15 seconds, is still taking it's toll on the brains of those on the ship. But as many were prepared to jump off the ship, the boy rocketed into the air in a burst of flame.

"Crimson Lotus:" the boy uttered, flames imbuing upon his hands.

'Wait! You idiot! There's gun-' Ladon started, but to no avail.

"Exploding Flame Blade!" Aestas said as a huge torrent of flames slammed down into the deck of the ship, resulting in a massive explosion, only further intensified due to the stocks of gunpowder kept below the ship's deck. The resulting shockwave splintered the ship into millions of tiny pieces, numerous ones cutting and getting lodged into the boys skin. He was launched viciously out into the harbor, slamming down into the water with great force, skimming the surface like a skipped stone as his momentum died out. Ever so slowly falling into the depths of the sea as the remainder of his consciousness was stolen away from him. The last thing he remembers feeling was a velvety sort of feeling similar to that of the curtains in the opera house in Monaco, a bright flash of light and his world went black.

Up upon the hill Aestas not an hour ago was napping on, Robert Julius sat with a sad smirk on his face. "It was as good a time as any, I figured I would've had to force you through, but looks like fate beat me. You'll be happier there, but geez kid you overdid it a bit. Hope that's not a habit...Well good luck to you, you're gonna need it where you're headed." He said solemnly to himself. "Maki better make sure his partner takes good care of him." He whispered to the wind before sauntering off towards Bastia in order to break "bad news".

"Hahahahah stupid girl can't even do this right, suppose to summon her companion and it just turns out to be a random guy. Look he's even all beat up! Worthless Fairy." An obnoxious male voice sounded out.

"Yeah Erigor, I wonder why she's even here, I bet she can barely preform magic. She doesn't need a companion." Another, just as stuck up, male voice said.

"Shut up Eseinwald! Someone go call the healers." Said an authoritative male voice.

"Yeah, I did everything right! It's not my fault!" A distressed feminine voice called out.

When Aestas senses finally came back to him, his surroundings didn't feel familiar, nor did the unknown language put him at ease. His whole body was heavy, so numb that he couldn't even move. The last thing he remembered was hitting the water, and then his memory blacks out. He felt a hand rest on his cheek.

"Hey, Sir, are alright? Sir?" The same feminine voice continued to voice out worriedly.

All at once his bodily function returned to him, his olive eyes snapped open. He immediately flipped over onto his hands and knees and began coughing violently. Heaps of water that where caught in his lungs were expunged from their crevices in the violent fit. Someone patted his back to help him through. He regained his senses enough to realize his predicament. He was in the center of a large coliseum type building, the stands completely filled with spectators. Aestas turned his head to see the person who had the hand on his back. It was a young woman, probably only a year or so older than him. She had long beautiful red hair, and deep chocolate brown eyes, and she wore a long dark purple gown which had a weird looking white insignia on the side of the sleeve. There was also an old short man wearing a funny hat, and a coat with the same insignia, and immediately next to them was a tall man with wild white hair, some weird tattoo on his face, and a menacing scythe and another dark haired man next to him who he is going to assume is the other obnoxious male voice he heard earlier. Them his Fight or Flight instinct took over. He spun away from the girl and onto his feet, igniting his hands and flailing them around himself defensively. The groups eyes widening slightly, especially the older man. Earning a bit of a cheer from what appeared to be a spectating crowd.

'Relax child, I don't think they wish to hurt you. It seems we've somehow got sucked into another world...It almost seems familiar.' The familiar deep voice echoed in his head.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" He muttered out in his native Italian vernacular, hoping that someone could understand him. It was safe to saw he was freaking the fuck out.

The short elderly man stepped forward, hands raised as to say he's not a threat. His white hair which stuck out to the sides billowing softly in his step. "Easy child, I'm just going to fix the language barrier. Just bear with me for a moment."

The old man raised his hand and uttered some words quietly so that even Aestas' keen hearing couldn't pick up. Although Aestas didn't drop his defensive posture he didn't act on it either. The old man's hands glowed a soft blue momentarily before fading away.

"Son can you understand me now." the man's voice snapped into clarity as if a light was turned on in his head.

"Yeah I think so can you understand me?" Aestas asked nervously.

"Yes, do you understand what's going on right now, or where you are?"

"No sir, not a God damn clue." He replied, eying his surrounding cautiously.

"Well my name is Makarov Dreyar headmaster of Vermillion Academy of Magic, and this is Erza Scarlet," he said addressing the red headed beauty. He failed to notice the face of recognition the pink haired boy made, "she is the one who summoned you here, you're to be her companion."

"Wait did you say Makarov? You're the friend of that geezer Rob Julius?! And what do you mean companion? And wait Magic, you guys can use it too?!"

"Rob?! He went missing years ago!... Eh, you can tell me another time. And yes a companion. Normally they're beasts or a magical weapon with a soul attached, but this is a magic that come from the soul so the possibilities are endless. You'll be her partner here. An invaluable ally and friend, the bond is to last a lifetime. To answer your other question, yes we're all mages here." He turned to head back to a larger group of what Aestas could only assume were students. "We'll get aquatinted later, how about you get better aquatinted with Erza in the infirmary. I have to help my other students with their summonings."

He turned his head back to the red head who was appearing a little sheepish. "Well I guess I should show you to the infirmary so we can get your wounds checked out." She said timidly, gesturing towards a tunnel in the side of the arena.

"Sounds like a plan." He replied, swiftly igniting his hand and drying off the rest of his clothes, and proceeding to follow the young woman. Falling in step as they entered the tunnel.

"Sooo what's your name?" She asked.

"Aestas S-...just Aestas." He said.

"Hmm don't you have a last name?"

"Yeah but I got rid of that a long time ago."

"Oh, why's that?" She asked innocently.

"Look you seem like a nice person and all, and I get that you're suppose to be my companion or whatever the hell it's called. But my name is something that holds a lot of pain for me, even my first name. It's like a little stab to the heart every time someone says it." He said biting back the edge to his voice, following Erza solemnly into the infirmary.

"Well than how about I give you a new one, you know, a new name for a new life kind of thing. What does your name mean?" She said as he sat down at one of the beds, and removed his torn shirt. She was rummaging through drawers presumably looking for bandages.

"You know... I think that I good idea, although it makes me feel like a pet." He chuckled slightly, "I remember my dad telling me it means summer in Latin." Aestas said, picking out the splinters lodged into his skin. He has a couple nasty cuts on his arms as well.

"Latin? Eh, whatever but yeah summer...Natsu, huh. I kinda like that name it's kinda cut- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SHIRT?!" she exclaimed covering her eyes while her face flushed profusely.

"Huh, what's wrong?" He questioned nonchalantly. "And yeah Natsu I like the sound of it."

'Dragneel seems like a pretty suitable last name given your qualities. It was also the surname Hercules went by as well." Ladon interjected.

"Y-y-you don't h-have a shirt on." She stuttered.

"Well these splinters ain't gonna get themselves out."

"F-fine, let me help you then. I mean we're partners now. We'll probably find ourselves in situations like this a lot more, so I might as well get used to it." she said as she sat down next to him on the bed and removed a splinter from his right arm.

'Hehehehe I like this one, boy. She's an interesting one.'

The boy raised an eyebrow at the comment which the red haired Mage noticed. She immediately turned red, "I-I didn't mean it like that! You pervert! I meant to tend to wounds. Plus we'll be living together. Ah! We'll be living together!" she continued to rant like this for several more minutes, the boy listening with unhidden amusement. "Oh.. I forgot we also have to seal our contract still..."

"Seal the con-" the boy was cut off by something warm pressing on his lips. It took him a few seconds to register that she was kissing him, her eyes closed incredibly tight and her face boiling over from embarrassment. He sat there mostly confused until purple glow surrounded them and she pulled away still blushing uncontrollably and refusing to even look at him.

They sat there in awkward silence until the pinkette broke it, grinning widely.

"Hey, I'm Natsu Dragneel. Nice to meet you."

Hey Guys, Ghost here, I just did a quick update for this chapter, I'll be doing this daily for the next couple of days, as well as work on releasing my new story so look forward to that please? Either way, thanks for dropping by, stay Golden all of you!