In a village there was a house that sat upon a hill. In the house lived a family. A father, a mother, two daughters and their younger brother.
The boy's smile was bright like the summer sun. In his infant day's his laughter filled the house with joy. And no one was more enchanted than the boy's mother.
But then came the boy's third year of life. He was helping his father and eldest sister gather wood. One stubborn fig proved too much for the boy to pull, but he continued his attempts. And that was when something extraordinary happened.
In an instant, the boy's hands were consumed by flames, burning the fig to ash. The three panicked before the boy realized that the fire did not burn his hands. The father and the daughter came to same conclusion, the son was a wizard, someone gifted with the power to manipulate inner and outer energy to create astonishing effects.
But while the children were amazed by the brother's new skill, the Father knew that this would complicate things. For within the village, there were those who believe that those who use magic were an abomination towards the laws of nature. So the father told his son to keep his new ability a secret until he was old enough to fight for himself.
However, while the father was aware of cult, he was not aware that his wife was secretly one of them. And on one fateful day, he unfortunately became aware.
A thief broke into their house, threatening the family. Acting on instinct to protect his loved ones, the boy unleashed an inferno that burned the robber into ash. As the boy realized what he had done, he turned and saw his mother. And her face was one he had never seen, one of anger and disgust. And all aimed at him.
The father and the sisters tried to stop her, but the mother's anger was so great, throwing them off her. With a rage he never thought possible, the boy's neck was grabbed, the mother calling him names that one should never address their child.
Monster. Abomination. Freak of Nature.
In fear, the boy tried to push back his mother his hand, subconsciously using his fire. The flames burnt part of the mother's face, causing her to reel in pain and let go of her son. The oldest sister told her brother to run before their mother had a chance to recover.
And run the boy did. But as he ran out of the village and into the forest, the boy's mind started to forget everything about his life. His father. His mother. His Sisters. His home. His family name. Everything except his name. The name his mother gave him when he smiled like the summer side.
Natsu.