Hey guys! Okay, listen, as of RIGHT NOW, Natsu: The Friendly Demon is on hiatus! For those of you in the know, you probably already guessed why. For those of you who are confused, let me explain. November is an unassuming month for most people, just known for Thanksgiving and Black Friday. For writers, however, its the Month of Hell. NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month is where you abandon sanity and attempt to write an entire 50,000 word novel (Technically novella) in ONE MONTH. That's right. 50k in 30 days.

Although NTFD won't be updated, THIS story, will be updated at least once a day or so. We need to write around 1,667 words a day in order to finish on time. The chapters will probably be shorter than what I do for NTFD, but I hope you enjoy this because I am pulling shit outta nothin' at the moment. I totally didn't prepare this year (Not that I've EVER prepared for this lol).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I promise NTFD won't be abandoned.


He shouldn't exist. The world he knew, the one that lied under this one, shouldn't exist. He was a thing of flame, of bone and burning blood. He was a part of an age long past, living longer than the age of magick had ever lived. He'd seen war and change, peace and blood. He'd lived, never changing, while the world around him expanded and grew. Built on the ashes of a civilization that burned itself out of existence. This world was new, shiny and thought high of themselves.

The civilization that was built on magick, lived on it, was legend. Only bits and pieces remained, buried deep under the earth.

Or so the world thought.

It had been centuries since Natsu had stepped topside, had left the caverns and twisting tunnels that had once been home. Technically, it had been centuries since he'd walked, but minor details.

With wild pink hair, a pension for fire, and a blatant disregard for rules, he didn't blend in this normal world. This world that was fascinated with magick, studied it, was awed by it, but had no idea how to use it. How to feel the magick that powered the world still. Natsu took in a deep breath, blowing out flame with the exhale.

He hadn't felt this alive in centuries.

He also hadn't felt this alone since the fall of Fiore. The Land of Magick. This land was called Fiore still, but it wasn't the Fiore of history. It wasn't his Fiore. The one that he'd cheerfully walked on with friends, back when the end of life as he'd known it wasn't a possibility. Wasn't a thought. Magick had seemed to die in the culture of the people, but it was still here.

Magick still beat in the air, and it was stronger than it'd been in a millennium.

Natsu wouldn't be the only magickal being waking after centuries of sleep. He laughed, throwing his head back and listening to it echo. He couldn't wait to see the faces that had vanished long ago.

This world spoke of Fairy Tail as a child's story. With fanciful additions and happy endings that hadn't happened.

They'd discover that the real Fairy Tail was no fairy tale.

Natsu had people to find.

The thing about not being around for a thousand years or so, was that everything changed. There were roads where only trees had stood, and forests where there were once towns. He had no idea where he was, no idea where to find those he searched for. His nose was as good as ever, but a thousand years had erased scents from the air. Plus, this world smelled far different from the one he'd known. There was nothing for him to go on. When Fiore had fallen those many years ago, they'd been scattered everywhere. He had no idea where his friends rested.

If only he was more like Lucy or Levy. They'd be able to blend into this world, and find their friends based on legends or some such thing while scouring books in the library. Natsu didn't have the patience for that. Plus, as he'd explained, he didn't blend into this world. He also knew very little about it. He knew it was still Fiore, knew they had legends about the world he'd known, and knew that magick was a thing of the past for them.

Beyond that, he knew little. This world was at once achingly familiar and heartbreakingly different. But Fairy Tail didn't know how to give up, and if it took him another thousand years, Natsu would find his friends.

This world was in for one rude awakening.


Gray's neck ached. Everything ached, honestly. You'd think centuries of sleeping would leave one feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world. Instead, he felt grumpy, headachy, and frustrated. Leave it to Fairy Tail to survive the goddamn end of the world. Now, of course, they would come back together and figure out this different world. Humor sparked, causing a lip to twitch with amusement.

This world was going to lose its shit.

He cracked his neck, winced at the loud sound. Geez, it sounded like he'd snapped his neck. But damn it felt better now. Twisting his back, he felt satisfaction when it cracked the whole length. He could use a damn message. He looked down at his clothes-well, his pants. His shirt was long gone. He'd shucked it off in the middle of battle, and his pants looked about as bad as you'd imagine they would. They were ripped, muddy, and not without blood. The fabric had degraded over the years, to the point that Gray was sure one stiff breeze would leave him pantless.

He hoped his underwear was in better condition, because he doubted a thousand years of 'sleep' had cured him of his stripping habit. He needed new clothes, and it was unlikely there was any to be found here. He stared out over the landscape. Where once an icy mountain had reigned over the landscape, it was now simply rough ground with a scattering of farms. Well, Mount Hakube wasn't a thing anymore. He wondered if it had popped up in another part of Fiore. The world he'd known was gone, but that didn't matter. Fairy Tail was still out there. All he had to do was find it. Deciding to try and see if Magnola was still around, or if he could find a place to buy clothes...wait. He patted his pockets, pulled out his wallet. It was still in one piece, and there was still money inside.

But he was pretty sure his money wouldn't be accepted anymore.

Shaking his head, he scrapped his plan. What was important was finding the rest of Fairy Tail. He had a feeling one might be close. Juvia had been fighting with him when the world had gone to hell. She couldn't be too far.

He just had to find her.


Fiore was changing. Even the magickless people that populated it could feel the change in the air. Strange things had been happening for two years now. Magickal items had been found and dug up for centuries. Their uses were unknown, and they seemed to be useless now. These items, placed in museums for all to wonder at, suddenly came alive. They glowed with a power that could only be called magick. Weird things happened around these items. Some items vanished, others created force fields. Still others had closed entire museums and research facilities down by causing electrical failure or in the case of a rapier, locking a man in a square lined with a language that had never been documented before.

With artifacts regaining their power, theories spread like wildfire. The word was ending again, they said. Bigger artifacts were next, they whispered. Ones with power greater than they'd ever imagined.

Some even thought the eerily preserved mummies would be revived.

In Crocus, in the National Museum, a set of golden keys glowed with unearthly light, while a startled guide ushered a group of tourists out of the room. On the other side of the museum, a tattered flag with a stylized fairy flapped in a nonexistent breeze. Deep in the archives, a stack of black and white drawings suddenly burst with vibrant color.

News of the events at the National Museum and others around the country exploded. The fairy symbol crashed into the internet, along with several already famous artifacts, only more famous now due to the recent magick surges. Books in the Ancient Library started flowing with ancient runes, and one bound with a headband vanished.

Kardia Cathedral, a church so old that many whispered it was held together with magick, was suddenly as grand as it was when it had first been built. The old stone was still weathered, but fallen columns that the restoration team hadn't gotten to yet fixed themselves. Details in the stained glass and murals lost to time returned, vibrant and new.

Other towns, towns that had once held guildhalls for the mages of the past, had things restore themselves. Near a waterfall, where people often proposed, a tombstone appeared, bearing a name that no one could say ever existed. The symbol on the stone matched that of several flags that had been discovered. In other graveyards, other graves appeared, sometimes right on top of existing ones. In some cases, tombstones appeared where there had never been graveyards, sometimes in people's backyards.

Perhaps the scariest thing that happened were the things in the woods that came from nowhere. Ape-like beings that kidnapped women. Flying fish and giant creatures. Legends and tales come to life. Terror spread, conspiracies spread like wildfire, and riots sparked.

The world is ending, they shouted, the old world is returning.


Before you ask, no, I have no idea what's going on lol. At first I wanted to write a Gratsu fic, as their my secret pleasure, :3, but I couldn't do it (Though I may do some one-shots for them, as I found ADORABLE/DORKY prompts for them lol). For this one I'll go with the normal ships, but I plan on having some VERY AWKWARD Natsu and Gray moments, because I can hehe.

Let me know what you guys think! As always, I answer every review, guest or not.

Oh, and I KNOW the title's a cliche. Its not a concern right now. With NaNo, you'll be lucky if I even edit it, so please ignore obvious issues, as I'll worry about them when the Month of Hell is over.

Enjoy!

P.S. My college friend Megan is doing NaNo as well, for a LOT of Naruto CRACK ships. And I mean CRACK. SHIPS. If you wanna check it out, here ya go! Her name is Megpieee, and you can look her up if the link doesn't work.

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