Just a warning before we begin. This story is not rated M because of smut, lemon, or any kind of -passionate- sexual content. This story is violent. Its themes are dark. Large amounts of graphic content are present, not suitable for people in the younger audiences. Be warned. I will only say this once.

This story does not focus on romance, romance is present, but it takes quite a while. Shipping the common pairs most people know. (NaLu, Gajevy, Jerza, Gruvia). I do not own fairy tail characters, they belong to Hiro Mashima.

Now, Whether out of curiosity or simply because they want to read something like this. Please enjoy!

The prologue is needed to better understand this story, in fact its one of the main reasons i'm doing a rewrite. The original was simply too sappy for the style of writing that i was going for. Natsu and Lucy will not join us till chapter 1. Enjoy! Please leave osme feedback or a comment about what you thought. :D

Prologue: Storms of the Past

-=Updated on 5/26/17 to specify timing of events.=-

Seven years earlier: The Heist

Rain forced itself out of the clouds onto the darkened ground below. Azure bolts of lightning crashed into the earth, its echoes resounding like mourning bells within a church hall. Stationed on a hill in the deep section of Magnolia's everglade forests rested a single building. Its weathered white walls braving the assault of the fierce storm. Soft, dim light was casted out of the windows of the building, illuminating the church graveyard below. Some of the dirt had begun to flow away with the storm, covering the pathway to the building. The building was unmarked, nothing special about it. It had 4 simple walls and a single broad window sitting high above the door.

The only thing unusual was the vault style door with heavy metal braces as an entrance. At this time however, it was not the vault door that was off, but rather the window above. Where a rope swung rapidly in the onslaught of the storm.

Inside, two people worked furiously, taking pictures of everything they could find. One of the caped ones worked furiously at a nearby computer before moving on to a sectioned of area near the middle of the warehouse.

The label said "Test Subject A".

The two moved cautiously around, picking up seemingly random items, till they both converged at the sanctioned off room.

"So it's this then?" The taller one asked. His voice distinctly male.

"I believe so," replied a feminine voice, "Make sure to take them out carefully, don't want to trigger anything."

"Of course not, I know what we are doing."

"I would hope so," she whispered back." let's just gather this and go before they show back up."

The slightly taller one reached forward, slowly pulling the key shaped object out. Its golden edges glinting brightly in the gleam of their flashlights. He began pulling out the rest, handing them to his partner to place inside of a case. Positive in their outcome and successful heist, the two moved back towards the entrance, using the framing of the building to scale the side. Together they ran down the road. And escaped into an awaiting van. The van pulled off quickly, leaving the warehouse in a flurry of splashes planted by the onslaught of rain above.

"So," asked the driver of the van. "Get what we needed?"

"Of course we did, you old fool." The taller of the two heist members took off his hood, revealing a mop of crimson hair below. "We have been preparing this for months Gildy."

"As long as the evidence is here, we should be ok," replied the shorter of the two heist members, she had taken off her hood to reveal pure golden hair, bounding around her hair. "Its truly a shame these people don't realize what they were doing. This type of thing… It's so dangerous."

"I agree with that Layla." The crimson haired man paused for a few moments. "Lets just get going, before this storm takes us off the road."

"Copy that chief, oh and by the way, you owe me a beer for this."

None of them thought to question the odd texture of the keys when they had taken them off of the device, The slightly wet texture of the keys being blamed on the moisture on their hands.

Four Years After the Heist: Heartfelia Estate

The Heartfilia manor. It was a grand estate, fit for kings and queens of any time period. The immense cream colored walls stretched to the heavens as a testament to the prowess of human architectural ability. Fragrant gardens stretched for miles around, showcasing a vast amount of colors from simplistic whites to elegant purples. Each building ringing the property was just as gorgeously decorated, with golden trim ringing the marble quarters of the staff.

Layla Heartfelia, the wife of Jude, lay on her bed. Lamp illuminated the surrounding room allowing the ambient light from the windows to give the room a luminant view of the sunset.. Her head rested in a book. Nearby machines whirr in harmony, each one connected to the bedside.

"Don't worry ma'am, your condition seems to be improving at the moment!" A nurse dressed in shades of white stated.

"Thank you Mrs. Spetto, I'm glad to hear it." Replied the woman forced into bedrest.

"I still wonder how you came about this condition… its like you suddenly reacted to a poison."

"It does seem like it." And it's close to the truth. Layla sighed and looked out the window. A single figure dressed in black stood atop one of the staff houses, seemingly staring right at her.

"Go ahead and take your leave now, missus, I will be fine for tonight."

"But I insist ma'am! I can stay here it's-"

"Please Mrs. Spetto, I just need a bit of peace and quiet." Layla looked back out the window, noting the figure had disappeared into the coming rays of night.

"As you wish Ma'am." Mrs. Spetto left the room, the drapes blowing slightly as she moved quickly into the hallway. Layla adjusted the bottom pillow, allowing it to straighten beneath her head. The light from the window slowly began to fade into the reflecting vibrance of the moon. The simple lamp besides Layla's bedside remained glowing, slowly flickering in and out of existence as the bulb threatened to go out.

Its final moments.

"I suppose, it can only be fitting." Layla whispered aloud, she placed the book she had been reading on her bedside. She opened the drawer on her bedside table with a key then placed a simplistic to me into it, its cover made of a rough leather the edges bound by vibrant blue and gold ribbon. Then she twisted the key in its lock, satisfied when she heard a dull thud resounding from the dresser. She picked up her book, Two Towers By J.R.R. Tolkien and turned to the back page, satisfied with her work, she placed it in her lap and closed the cover, watching as dust became unsettled at the motion.

The lamp beside her began flickering rapidly, slowly dying. Its light beginning to leave this world.

"Please, come in." Layla said as she glanced towards the window. "I knew it would happen eventually."

"You are a keen one, I will give you that Layla." The masked figure had opened the door leading to the suspended patio. "So will you go quietly?"

"So long as you don't concern my family, i will. I do not wish to frighten them with demons that I have to face."

"Of course you do, but first answer me this Layla. Where are the keys?"

"I do not know, I was not the one who took them with me." She looked at the lady with unwavering eyes, daring her to challenge the resolve that had settled in.

"But were you not the one that took them?"

"I was the one, correct, after we stole them we hid them far away from here." Layla began to cough lightly and covered her mouth with the lace sleeve of her robe. "Its how I got this miserable condition in the first place. Correct?"

"Your a smart one Miss Heartfelia, but you need to answer my question."

"I already have. I have no farther things to tell you."

Beside her, a gentle pop was heard. The glow of the lamp slowly faded away, leaving just a small portion of the bulb lit, its light less than a candle.

"Well, the final light has fallen, we must leave it to the rest to settle the differences…" Layla trailed off as she began another coughing fit. From outside a small voice could be heard.

"Hey, mom, are you okay?"

"Leave me for just a moment, I will not leave this room or ask for help. Just let me get a single look at my daughter."

"Fine." The cloaked figure retreated into the closet, hidden out of sight.

"Come in dear," Layla said, turning to face the embroidered door. It creaked slightly as the hinges had to once again move under the weight of the solid wooden frame.

"Mom," said a young girl, "Why is it so dark in here?"

"I was just about to rest darling, do not worry about it. Come here for a moment dear."

"Ok," the young girl walked forward leaning slightly to rest her arms on the raised bed her mother was on. The girl was getting close to finishing her studies, she had been homeschooled by the tutors her family had hired, and had a dream to pursue the arts in an actual college one day. She noted that the devices connected to her bed and been shut off, and the bulb in the lamp was very dim, as if it had just died.

Or was getting close to going out forever.

"Darling, take this pillow to the washer for me, it needs to be cleaned." Lucy lifted the pillow, surprised at its weight, and the awkward shape hidden underneath. "Then see yourself to bed my dear, wouldn't want you to sleep during your studies."

"As you wish mom." The girl turned to exit the room, arriving at the door frame she turned to look at her mother who called out to her.

"Lucy, remember this advice. No matter what happens, life can continue, we just have to find the way to fix anything before it shatters beneath us. Never believe there is no hope. Never."

Lucy looked once more at her mother before she exited the room. Shutting the door behind her to let her mother rest.

"She was always a good girl." Layla smiled at the closed door. Slowly raising a hand to her mouth.

"Now that that is over I want you to answer these questions." The masked woman came forward, leaning on the bedpost. "Where were you the night that the keys were stolen?"

Layla did not answer.

"Ok, where did you find the information that led to this discovery?"

Again, Layla did not answer.

"For the final time I will ask you this, What did you plan to do with the keys, Miss Heartfelia?"

Next to the bed, the lamp slowly dimmed for the final time, the soft glow fading into nothing.

Layla's head, slowly lulled to the side, her eyes closed. The expression on her face was a simple smile, one that could light up a room. If one took the time to look.

"Miss Heartfelia?" The masked woman raised a gun equipped with a silencer cautiously at her side. She crept forward and took a closer inspection of the woman lying in the bed.

Foam was dripping from her mouth, very slowly. The air near her smelled like bleach.

"So, you chose to take yourself onward on your own will." The woman reached forward and raised her head to rest evenly on the sheets. "I have to thank you for doing my job for me Layla… you were always to considerate of a person for the boss to kill…"

Slowly, the masked woman made her escape into the night, the door making a soft noise as she closed it.

Lying in the bed, was Layla Heartfelia, heiress of the Heartfelia Fortune. The mother of one, and the wife of another. She lay peacefully in her bed, a smile gracing her lips.

Her final breath had been drawn. The light of her life, dimmed beneath the cover of death.

Four Years After the Heist: Dragneel Household

"Well I'm almost home. I hope dad is making burgers tonight." Natsu ran down his street, his feet kicking up small stones beneath him. It was a reasonable temperature outside, the grass was finally getting greener and summer was arriving shortly.

"I wonder if I will get to have a party once I graduate, or if dad will just take me fishing…" Natsu wondered aloud. He was barely two weeks away from graduating high school, then planned to move to college to get a degree in mechanics.

He strolled down the street, waving to many of the people who passed. Each tree was growing tall, showing off a flurry of budding branches. Summer had almost arrived.

Natsu walked up the door to his home. His home was simple, its white walls were decorated with a soft blue trim, and the roof had been done in a copper tiling, making any form of weather echo around the house. The wooden fence that surrounded the property was not painted, but simply polished and sanded till it shined. It wasn't the best area of town, but he knew his father had tried his hardest to get the place fixed up.

The door of his house, however, was open;

And an unfamiliar car was sitting in the driveway. Natsu paused for a moment, then his ears zoned in on the shouting happening from inside. He dropped his bags and began sprinting torwards the door. He now noticed that the car that was parked in his driveway was at an angle, as if placed there in a hurry. Deep grooves exited from the drivers side of the truck as if someone had run torwards the house. He picked up his speed. By now voices inside of the house could be heard.

"We warned you that it would be a mistake to mess with us, asshole!"

"Come on where did you put 'em? Or should we end your life first and ask questions later?"

"Just go away." Said a voice Natsu recognized as a struggling father. His father.

Natsu burst into the front room of the house. "DAD?!" he had screamed at the top of his lungs, but his breath caught short when he witnessed the scene in front of him.

His father kneeling on the floor. Two figures dressed in cloaks stood on each side of him, one of them holding knives the other holding a Magnum bearing a silencer. His father kneeled beneath them, his left eye was closed and had begun to be blackened, as if they had beaten him. His shirt had been ripped open to reveal a slash across his chest, now dripping blood onto the rugs below. His father looked up at him.

"Natsu, leave now… please," he moaned and slowly collapsed to the floor, the loss of crimson fluid from his body in combination with his beatings finally taking effect on him.

"What the? Oh screw it." The second of the captors raised his gun and pointed it and igneel's head.

"Run… Natsu…"

Then, a blast of air shook the house. Igneel's head slowly lulled forward, revealing the growing crimson hole in his neck. Blood had spattered down Natsu's face. Its substance slowly drying on his face.

"...Father…" Natsu lurched forward, tears forming in his eyes. He looked at his captors

"What have you done?... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!" Natsu's voice began to crack as the tears took hold of him.

"Sorry, kid, it had to be done." The first of the masked men said. "Here ya go, boy." He pulled his knife back and slashed natsu across the back, drawing blood from him.

"Ow!" Natsu cried out. "Please… stop this." tears had fully begun streaming down his face.

"Of course, little boy." the man sat him down on the old couch that his father had bought for them not even a week ago. He placed the bloodied knife into Natsu's hand and the gun in the other. He laughed sadistically, his laughter sounding like a crow amusing its prey.

"Just hold these for me." He smashed Natsu across the face with the back of his calloused hand, knocking him to the floor.

The last thing Natsu saw, was his father's hand slowly raise up. Then a bullet coming from outside, piercing the hand.

At this, Natsu passed out.

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A/N; And there we have it! The prologue of my new story Divisions. I have been working on this for quite a while and im making this my main story. this story will be dark and it will be graphic. when the action begins picking up my goal is to have y'all on the edge.

Please leave a comment/critique if you enjoyed!