Hey guys~ Its Chaotic Ducky here! I'm here to let you guys know that this is a rewrite of my Phoenix story because i wasn't really satisfied with what i had so far. I also kinda had a better idea than what i had going on here and i wanted to go with that instead. I still plan to finish this i just want to make it better! Love you guys~
A shadow loomed over Natsu's semi-conscious form, a blinding headache pulsing at his temples, his mind is muddles and he can't seem to focus completely. There is a dull ache in his ribs that when he moves he feels like fire shooting through his chest and his breath is coming in shallow gasps. He knows logically that he needs to get up to keep fighting, but that last hit had hurt far worse than he expected it to and he feels terrible laying there among the rubble of a building he doesn't exactly remember hitting.
He smells a scent of pure starlight and the street after a rain, a far too warm hand to be normal hand presses to his forehead, there is a pulse of flaming warm energy from the fingertips of the hand, and all the pain in Natsu's battered body dissipates enough that he can breathe again as if his broken ribs were never there. His vision is still slightly hazy as he looks up to a person wearing a dark hood of a cloak coated in constellations and a hand is gently stroking his face, he winces when it trails over his temples and there is another pulse of the fire-warm energy and he can barely make out hands glowing with a golden flame.
The hand strokes his cheek gently, with an almost reverent caress. "Natsu.." comes a soft whisper of a feminine voice that Natsu can't see who it belongs to due to the hood obscuring her face. Suddenly the figure has a blazing golden fire sprouting around her in a halo of fire and wings. Natsu can't help but feel as though the fire and the voice is somehow familiar... something from once upon... a dream... he feels as though he should remember but.. its.. just out of reach of his fingertips. "I love you Natsu." He hears heart aching sadness in that voice too, and he doesn't know why but he knows he doesn't want to voice to be sad.. he reaches out a tanned hand to tug the hood from her head to see the woman's face and all he sees is a blur and light red locks of hair, before he suddenly jerks up in bed wide awake from what he knows is a dream, a cold sweat surrounding him, his breathing harsh, green eyes glaring around the room, wondering why in the hell hes had that dream so many times in his life.
A figure is sitting beneath a tree as rain comes falling from the sky, dark navy blue eyes peering up at the sky a too pale hand reaching out to collect the drops into the palm. A hood is lowered and a young man with black hair is revealed as he peers up at the rain a small smile on his features. The expression darkens and eyes peer in the direction of magnolia. The young man releases a soft breath and his exhale is a momentary fog in front of his mouth "I'm sorry.. ...Okaa-san." He says softly features twisting into a mournful expression.