Okay, this story is off to a sad start. Some people even cried, so they told me (on deviant art)

But really, you don't know what's coming to ya ^^ Hope you enjoy my story, It's made for you guys out there YEAH.


"Help! My purse!" A woman with curly, black hair yelped as her purse was snatched away from her hands.

The thief snickered, turning as he ran away with the purse. He could hear the voices of policemen and reporters veering closer and closer by the second, so he lifted his hand and murmured the words of a spell. In a moment of seconds, the townsfolk were swept back by a powerful force that came from the thief.

"He's magic! He's a wizard!" A bearded man yelled, getting many other people's attention. The thief continued to run, having more room to outpace now that he used his magic. He ran through the bazaar and alleyways, determined to outrun the horde following him.

"Haha, idiots," The thief snorted, grasping the purse with two of his calloused hands. "I can finally-" He was stopped in his tracks. "What the-" He sputtered, bewildered.

A salmon-haired man had grabbed the thief's collar. The caught thief swallowed with difficulty.

The pinkette's eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you?" His eyes were charcoal- or green? The criminal wasn't quite sure.

"Let go of me you pink-haired freak," The thief spat, trying to wriggle from his strong grip, but it proved useless.

"Oh, no." The man with spiky pink hair smirked, and his eyes flitted behind the thief, acknowledging the townsfolk that were coming towards them at top speed. "Won't you let the paparazzi take some pictures?"

"Get OFF!" The criminal slammed his fist against the fingers that held his collar. To the pinkette's surprise, the thief was freed. "Haha!" he shouted triumphantly. But before he could celebrate his success any further, the salmon-haired man yelled,

"FIRE DRAGON'S ROAR!" And flames burst out of his mouth and towards the thief, who was completely oblivious to what was coming to him.

The criminal turned his head at the last second, and uttered a scream that sounded like a 4 year old girl's. The flames drowned his figure into the crimson, and the anonymous man could barely make out the thief thrashing his arms out. Once the fire had distinguished, all that was left was a half-baked thief burned to a crisp. The thief, with a shocked expression pasted on his face, fell on the ground with a thud.

The policemen had finally caught up, with the townsfolk trailing close behind them. One police officer, which was most likely the Chief, stepped forward. His eyes widened at the sight of the burnt man. "Is that the thief?"

"Yes," The salmon-haired man replied. In his hand was the leather purse, completely unharmed. "May I ask whose this is?"

"My purse!" The black-haired woman was right behind the Chief, and relief flood through her face. She darted forward. "Thank you!" She said with gratitude, and took the purse from his hand.

"You should drag that moron to jail," The pink-haired man indicated the burnt man in disgust.

"Is. . . he dead?" Another police officer asked hesitantly.

"No, he's fine. Lucky for him," The pinkette started towards the other direction, before being stopped by a "Wait!" He swiveled his head to see the black-haired woman again.

"What is your name?" Her brown eyes gleamed with curiosity. The folk behind her nodded rapidly, desperate to know as well.

The salmon-haired man studied her. "Natsu. Natsu Dragneel. Of Fairytail." He lifted his right shoulder to reveal his red emblem for all to see.


Natsu sniffed the autumn air, and grunted irritably. He despised the smell of dead leaves. It was sickening to his dragon senses. It was evening. The half-moon was out, and was accompanied by the twinkling stars.

A vast amount of stars were clouded by the exhaust and pollution, which increased Natsu's annoyance. He descended the grassy hill, and noticed patches of dirt spotting the green. Dead, dead, everything was dead. A small part of himself wanted to yell and sprint as far away as possible from the landscape, but he forced the frustration down. He continued to stroll, his arms folded behind his head, still surveying the area. His spiky salmon hair moved with the strong breeze.

Since x792, his appearance hadn't change very much. He still wore a zipped-up waist coast, except it was outlined in red instead of yellow. He wore white trousers, and sandy brown sandals. He still had his red guild mark on the right shoulder, and of course, Igneel's scarf wrapped around his neck. He wore a black cloak from time to time, with a hood to mask his appearance.

He thought about the sunny day, two years before. Maybe he could- No.

He had had a sudden temptation to buy flowers and set it by her coffin, but he refused to. He was dating Lisanna now, wasn't he? He didn't need her right?

"Natsu!" A digitized screen materialized in front of the fire dragon slayer, taking him by surprise. On the screen was Erza Scarlet, the Titania.

The fire dragon slayer drew a puff of air from his mouth. Whenever Erza sent a hologram, it always meant business, and nothing else. Or to word it differently, it meant she would say things that Natsu didn't give a shit about.

"It's time for you to come back to the guild, Natsu." Erza said, the solemness in her tone. She wore her normal Heart Kreuz armor, except the breastplate was red instead of gray. Her crimson hair was done up in a ponytail, clearly set for a special occasion that he didn't want to think about at the moment.

Natsu rolled his eyes, and avoided the screen. He didn't care what punishment he got, he just wasn't in the mood to speak to the Titania.

The screen automatically veered ahead of the fire wizard, stopping him in his tracks. "It's Lisanna's birthday remember?" Erza reminded, her voice manipulated by the sound waves that were radiating off the hologram. Scratchy lines on the screen proved the connection poor, and Erza's hologram could disappear at any minute (hopefully it did).

"Yeah, yeah." Natsu mumbled, clamping a hand over his left ear, hating the buzzing sounds that vibrated from the screen.

"I'll be right over." Sometimes he wished he could murder the guy who invented the Hologram.

Natsu could see Erza Scarlet's lips purse, and her eyes narrow into fearsome slits. Then she finally responded, "All right then." And the screen faded to black and the entire hologram scattered into speckles of electrons.

The fire mage waved them off, refusing to let the teeny sparks approach his body. He gazed up and contemplated the dismal landscape one last time, and sighed. He wished so desperately that things couldn't change in Earthland. He folded his arms behind his head again. He turned on the heel of his foot to start his journey back to Magnolia.


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