I'm posting the prologue and the first three chapters to see how people feel about this story, please tell me if you like it.

Prologue:

Of Times Spent

Breath carries weight in this world where every word is a balancing act. Precious tales of times so different than the present- rumours of an era when the skies smiled- balanced on a scale of deception and survival. These morphemes of blood myth speak of a time when the Moon didn't kill the Sun. Maniacal rants of men lost in their minds, but still people listen, still regard these legends with hope that once again the Sun will rise.

They all start the same- with the ballad of the Sun and Moon's love. A love said to rival the radiance of newborn hope in a land paved in fear. At dawn, the Sun would reach her arms towards her lover to embrace him before he set and at dusk she held his hand, mixing their light, until only their fingertips touched. Soon, these moments were not enough, but they were rulers of different kingdoms, one sleeping in eternal rest, the other dancing with the joys of life. The Sun decided to don a disguise, as to not wake her lover's slumbering reign, and spend the night by his side. As soon as her rays were nothing more than painted strips of red and orange on the horizon, she would sneak into the Moon's domain, protected by a shroud that couldn't contain her light. Stars appeared in the sky, keeping the lonely moon company for many nights, and they were happy. But, not all happiness can last. The Moon grew jealous of the Sun's light. He listened to the people of the earth, and only ever heard them recite poems of the star's brilliance and admire the golden light of the Sun; never did he hear them sing praise for the Moon. Indelible envy clutched his heart with insatiable hunger to become greater than the Sun. Agonized by her love's greed and heartbroken by his betrayal, the Sun left the night sky, taking the stars with her.

The Moon thought that now that the stars had left, people would see him as the great being he saw himself as. Once more he listened to man but, instead of the words of worship he had expected, he heard only cries for the lost stars. Enraged, the Moon tried to steal the Sun's light. One night, he refused to set. He told the Sun that the only way that the people would ever see day again, would be if she gave him her light.

The Sun refused, but every night, the Moon became stronger, feasting on the fear of the humans and, as man became weaker, so did the Sun. Soon, the Sun was no longer able to fight the Moon and to save her light, she sealed it within herself and hid from his greedy grasp.

These legends, written in the strength of Man's blood, speak of the Sun Goddess's hidden light. They claim that the Sun sits in her self-inflicted prison, chained in a lock guarded by four tests and a key shaped as man itself. When man proves ready, the world will know light again, but until that day, these legends will remain legends and the Sun will remain hidden. She will wait in this world that knows not what sunlight is and how the stars twinkle on the backdrop of the night. She waits, dreaming of the days when she shared the sky with the Moon.

Fiore was a kingdom ruled under the hands of Zeref. It was a kingdom that once, in its brighter days, held festivals in its streets and churches opened their doors to those who worshiped the Sun. But those were brighter days. Now it lay in decay as the Moon God forced his infection to fester at the once-great kingdom's heart- Crocus. Crocus was once called the Flower Blooming capital, but that name was now only whispered between breaths in darkened corners and back alleys. Flowers died until only stems and weeds remained and the blossoming capital fell under the title of Eclipse.

Mercurius tumbled into disrepair as Zeref took his throne and the city descended into ruins around it. It didn't happen all at once. One day the city wasn't a flower and the next a dried husk. No, pieces of past culture fell away with the years. The jaunty clusters of homes that ringed the castle slumped closer together, as if kneeling for their new king. Their pointed roofs creating a thorny halo, the perfect crown for an impostor. There were no festivals of light. No more dancing or song. Only worship was allowed, only praise confessed. And there was no udder of challenge, no mention of the Sun.

The further away from the capital, the less hold Zeref claimed on the land. Some cities like Hargeon and Cedar, felt his reign more than others. With the ports forced closed and travel to other parts of the nation restricted, it wasn't only a source of income that disappeared, but a way of life too. People fled the dying lands to surrounding towns, only the hearty stayed to preserve a culture of a time past.

In other cities, the new king's rule was hardly felt. Magnolia was one such town. Though it had flourished under the Sun, the dawn of eternal night didn't crush its heart. While it's people still feared the wrath of the Moon- while the Sun wasn't spoken openly about- there was something there. Something called hope.

Now hope is such a little word, often lost in the vast world. It starts with a flint, that causes a spark that ignites passion in its wake. Such a wild thing. Such a fickle thing. A little wind could extinguish the flame or it could spread it further. Magnolia cultivated such a spark. Though wind and rain had threatened it, it was stubborn, flickering like a beacon leading sailors home. Pelted with rain and refusing to fall, it stands protected by those who believe.

In recent years, those numbers had diminished. Dwindling until only a few clung to it with bleeding hands. Still hope stayed.

Natsu was one of the few, just like his father before him. He had heard the tales hundreds of times. The Sun Goddess was a myth to many, lost in the years of darkness called the Age of Edolas. For generations now, the idea of light were the flickering candles that lit the room, the blazing fires that caused shadows to dance upon the walls. The idea of sunlight was a concept lost in times when books took up space on shelves and paintings covered the walls. These twisted tales, passed from mouth to mouth down the backs of family trees, were laughed at. A symbol of the desperate trying to spread their hope.

Zeref claimed that the Sun Goddess was gone, killed by his hand for her act of defiance. For her refusal to kneel before her king. As punishment he stole her stars but still she stood, so then he took life. In his story there was no hope. In his tale he won the war.

But Natsu knew. Knew that those old legends carried truth. He knew that the fables that entertained children were not the rants of a babbling idiot, not the deranged prayers of those who still dared to worship Mavis, the Sun. He also knew that this was a battle that Zeref had won, not the war, for he would find the Sun and restore her light to the heavens, banishing the darkness that clings to the bony hands of the Moon God, Zeref.

So this is a little different from anything else I have written, it's a fantasy story and I really just wanted to try my hand at it. Anyways I thought I would clear a few things up:

-Mavis is the Sun Goddess, often just referred to as the Sun. When Zeref tried to take her light (think of it as magic like Fairy Heart) she hid it within herself and hid from him. Now she is unable to use it again until man finds her and proves himself worthy by passing her four tests

-Zeref is the Moon God, often called just the Moon. He has taken rule over Fiore and plunged the kingdom into eternal night

-Last, Zeref tells everyone that he has killed Mavis, but tales speak of the life she leads hidden away and Natsu has taken it upon himself to find her

Oh my goodness that was long, but I hope that clears some things up. I will be updating this, but it won't be on a set schedule- I'm sorry but with school it is hard to be able to write as much as I want, so I don't want to disappoint. Anyways, feel free to press that heart, post a comment, or just follow the story. Love you all.