Ollo, back again and still without a name. If you can't tell there will be changes to cannon, and one of the biggest starts here. Enjoy my pain and suffering I call writing and grab a few snacks.

Chapter 1: Natsu Dragneel

Within the country of Foire, in the city Mongolia, stood a guild believed to stand above the rest named Fairy Tail. Joining a guild was what kids dreamed of and joining the guild Fairy Tail stood at the pinnacle of power in the minds of these children. With many years of past successes along with a current list of mages that stood near the top of their ages.

In correspondence, with the great legacy along with the current generation, the process of getting into the great Fairy Tail guild was a grueling hard process not many passed. It would not be exaggerated to state that of the hundreds that appeared at their door on the day of the trials only a handful would make it through to being a mage.

Alone in a forest outside a neighboring city to Mongolia, a single teenage boy stood under the blazing noon summer sun. Wrapped around his hands were bandages as he stood without his shirt before a tree. He had his eyes closed as he took a deep breath before releasing punch after punch against the tree.

"Peng!" "Peng!" The heavy sounds of his fists meeting the tree echoed throughout the forest. As his fists met the bark of the tree the bark could be seen to have sunk away leaving the grayish inside of the tree to be visible. Along the rough looking gray surface small traces of blood could be seen.

This teenage boy was Natsu Dragneel. A child who had been born without an affinity to any form of magic.

In the city of Mongolia, only fifty percent of the citizens were born with the ability to use magic. As for those that could use magic, about eighty percent would stick at D rank to where they wouldn't be able to improve any further with abilities that didn't put them much above normal citizens. Another fifteen percent would enter the C rank to where they had greater power but would never be able to enter the rank of S or above, in later life, they would turn to the army to be lieutenants or even Captains if qualified.

Then there was the B rank and above, in the city of on Mongolia only five percent of mages would reach these ranks, these mages would be considered the cream of the crop in Mongolia. Though even with the B rank it would still be difficult to join Fairy Tail.

Natsu growing up to the age of 17, knew this information but he was not deterred from the path he wished to follow. He knew in his heart he wouldn't be able to join Fairy Tail without being a mage, but he still spent his days out in the forest punching away at the trees in hopes of a miracle.

"Peng!" When his fist met the inside of the tree once more an even louder cracking sound could be heard as the tree began to fall backward broken from the constant punches for the last quarter of an hour.

Being born without magic Natsu spends his days practicing his fists against the trees of the forest as to not forever be a weak boy who needed others to protect him. His accomplishments may not be considered much above D rank in terms of power, but given that he had no magic running through him this was looked as a great power. If he continued down this path he would later in his life be looked at as a peerless martial artist.

The reason for this was what this tree was made of. The grayish insides of the tree were known to be equal to the level of magic infused iron to where even leaving a dent would be good let alone breaking it in a quarter of an hour, not many people could say they have done this.

Natsu continued this same process for another three trees each time taking longer than the last. By the time the third tree had fallen it had taken upwards of four hours. As it hit the final tree hit the ground Natsu took a deep breath as his hands were extremely bloodied and his whole upper body could be seen to be covered in sweat. Wiping some from his forehead Natsu walked over to where he had left his vest and began to unwrap his hands.

Sitting against a still standing tree for half an hour Natsu took a drink of water along with eating some bread to replenish some energy before leaving. Upon feeling slightly reenergized he stood up from where he sat against the tree and began a trek back to where he resided. This was not before throwing one of the broken trees over his shoulder. The broken tree was not any taller than half of Natsu himself and the thickness was the same as the broadness of his shoulder.

Natsu had this whole trek by himself in silence as he walked through the forest to his residence on the other side of the village. The whole walk from the forest to home had taken Natsu half an hour leading to the sun beginning to set behind him.

Upon showing up at his residence Natsu was greeted by the shouts of a bunch children rushing out the half broken front door. The group had only consisted of four kids but their shouts echoed throughout the open land the beat-up looking house resided on. Their ages seemed to range from the ages of 5 to 9 all of them looking up at Natsu with looks of wonder and admiration. This was because Natsu was the oldest and was always spending time to play with each of them when asked.

The place Natsu was currently at was an orphanage he along with these kids had grown up in. Of these four kids three of them were born with magic while the fourth was like Natsu born with no magic. Even still no matter the future any of them held in terms of their magic they saw themselves as a family and being a family was currently more important than any dream in magic.

Putting the broken down tree into a pile that consisted of other broken trees of varying sizes Natsu then got dragged into the house by the children. He has been out of all day and they all wanted to play. Every evening had followed this same pattern for when Natsu returned from training the children would drag him to play games. Natsu could only accept being dragged along by the children unable to fight against them, nor did he truly want to fight against them.

Even though it had only been four kids that had come out to greet Natsu they weren't the only ones that lived here along with Natsu. There was still one other person who has lived in this place just as long as Natsu has himself. She was currently in the kitchen of the house and as she heard the shouts of the children she couldn't help but let a light small make a way onto her face.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't trust Natsu to run this place on his own, she would have probably been either adopted or tried to join Fairy Tail. She was born with an affinity to a magic classified as Holy Arcane magic. This magic was a lost form of magic with her being the only one so far with this form of magic.

Her looks couldn't be looked down on either as she was seen as beautiful to many males throughout the village. She wore a white dress, her hair was long and looked similar to an ink-filled river. Her skin glowing with the luster of a flawless jade, her appearance being compared to the full moon on a cloudless night, her eyes were like the water on a calm autumn evening. She has a fine nose, pointed chin, and a jade like neck. She gave off the aura of purity and maturity most likely stemming from the fact that Natsu could never be the mature one.

The person who had started this orphanage had passed away not many years before today and with no next of kin was left in the care of Natsu and her. Natsu learned to repair any problem that appeared in the house using the trees from the forest while she followed the life of a housewife. Neither of them ever complained of the arrangements having long grown used to them. Natsu and her were like the parents of these children and will do anything within their powers to give them a better life.

Looking back down at the pot on the stove she is currently cooking over she hears a voice call over to her from the doorway, "Qin almost time for dinner right?" The voice belonged to Natsu as his favorite time of the day was around the corner, dinner.

Qin couldn't help but shake her with a light giggle, "He truly will never change.' She thought. She answered him back her voice having a natural sweet tone to it, "Will be done soon. Could you go set the table then go get the kids to be ready?"

Natsu didn't answer her back with words as walked further into the kitchen and grabbed six gray wooden bowls from a cabinet before walking over to a table off to the side of the room and setting them down. With that set, he then left the room without a word to go get the four kids.

The process didn't take any longer than a quarter of an hour as he returned with two kids under his arms and the other two following closely behind him. The two kids under Natsu's arms shook free as they bolted over to the table and took the single seats on each end of the table. These kids were slowly by the remaining two kids who took a pair of chairs next to one another on the longer side of the table.

As the four kids took their seats at the table they were sitting straight up and down waiting for food. Only food would make a chaotic group of children sit silently at a table. With the help of Natsu, Qin walked around the table with the pot of food and filled up their wooden bowls.

Without even waiting for both Natsu and Qin to sit down at the remaining two chairs the children had already started eating their food. They had practically inhaled their food within these moments to where they were all ready for seconds. Qin sighed at this daily development before beginning to fill their bowls once more. Before she could sit down once more Natsu looked up at her with his bowl empty and held out to her much like the smaller children. 'I live in a place full of children.' She thought in slight annoyance but still with a smile.

They all sat there smiles on their faces, unbothered by their own surroundings. Their place is not well made, it does not have all the best things, it has what they need. This is the place they call home all together with no regrets. With each and every one of them, they would never trade a day of it away. This picture perfect moment, six people no that's not it…six family members sitting around a hand-made wooden table all with smiles.

Will be having one more chapter with this Natsu before the story will truly start getting to the good parts. Which means the fighting, because we all know that's what we care about, not this family fairy tale stuff. Make sure to leave a review, follow, and favorite I update based on my mood.