Prologue
He sat in a room, surrounded by pictures. His hands gripped the plush chair he was sitting on, only making his dwarf-like stature seem all the more prominent. A fire crackled in a fireplace, throwing light into the office. A desk, a lamp, a computer. Perhaps the office of a successful CEO, or business tycoon. Except for the pictures. Drawings of extensive scenes laid out, some in black and white, some in colour. Always showing the same people, the same bonds. A flying blue cat flitted in and out of the pictures, followed by a boy with rose-coloured hair. Scenes of loss, of heartbreak. Scenes of joy, happiness. The man looked at these pictures, with a look of sorrow on his face. He made no movement, except the sound of his lips forming one phrase,
"Fairy Tail."
