Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.
It has now been one hundred and thirty years since Mavis crafted a deal with the Celestial King. The time to awaken the child and find him a magic instructor was upon them. The King watched as the little one slept, innocence at its purest, grimacing at the thought of letting the child out into the harsh world, but he had a promise to fulfill. "Up we go Young One, it is time for you to leave us."
Mavis' spell had been imperfect, the child now looked to be three instead of newly born.
The child awoke slowly, rubbing his eyes and pouting his lip. He opened his eyes and saw the Celestial King, a great grin splitting his face. "Let us hope you never lose that smile." The King mused aloud, "It would gladden many a heart down upon Earthland."
The boy's grin did not falter as the voice spoke, only widening.
"Humph, one would think you could understand me!" The King exclaimed, shocked at the boy's reaction. Most were taken aback when first hearing his voice, unable to cope with the sheer volume and depth.
The King bellowed for a subordinate, he needed to know where the boy's future instructor was located. Upon hearing his destination, he scooped the boy up and slipped him into one of the many folds within his sashes. With a great flourish, he left the Starry Plane.
The first thing he noticed was a magic pressure appear near him in the area, the next, a scent of a night star filling his nostrils. The dragon lifted his head from where it was resting. He looked to the left and saw what had descended. He then noticed another peculiar smell, as if there were…
"Old friend! Greetings from the stars! How are you this fine night?" The Celestial King bellowed forth.
"I am quite well, though sleepy. You caught me just before I lay victim to my dreams."
"Awe, I do apologize for the late intrusion."
The dragon waved off the attempted apology, "There is no need for that. I know it must be important for you to have visited Earthland." The dragon wondered to himself, 'I wonder, could it be because of this small smell?'
"Well, I have someone you could train. I am thinking you are still in need of a small male?"
Had his prayers been answered? Was a pupil being offered up to him? By the Celestial King no less! He decided to have some fun.
"I have chosen to not take an apprentice to my magic, there is no need."
"I see. Could I ask you to reconsider? A favor to me." The King grumbled, he knew this dragon would be difficult.
"Hmm… Show me the child, I may just change my mind."
The King slid his hand into his sash, groping for the child he knew to be held there, except, he wasn't.
The child was gone.
The dragon smirked, the small smell he noticed earlier had gotten stronger. This child could be interesting. It shocked him when he felt his left foreleg being rubbed against. He glanced down at a small boy curling up next to him, a content smile playing across the boy's face. The dragon held his gaze on the boy for a few moments, no human was ever this comfortable around a dragon. What was this… child?
The King's anxiety retreated when he noticed where the child was. The look in the dragon's eyes was not lost on him either. This boy would have a teacher.
"I guess I can take him. Now go, I grow tired once more, old friend." The dragon lowered his head back to the ground, closing his eyes, rest finding him before the King left.
"Aye. Have fun with this one's training, Igneel. Oh, and his name is Natsu."
Igneel only nodded in his rest, only half hearing what the King had said.
The boy awoke to a dragons roar. Eyes wide, he looked upward. Smoke billowed down and wafted around him. Pain was the next thing he felt. Searing, blinding pain. His throat felt aflame, as did his nose, stomach, lungs, mouth and fingers. He quickly slipped back into unconsciousness.
'I have never had an apprentice awaken during my transformation spell.' Igneel worried. He quickly checked the boy's life force. It was stronger than all others had been at this stage. He was shocked… Should he finish the spell or discontinue and return the boy. A tug at his claw made him look down.
Natsu was hugging his paw and splitting his face with a ridiculous grin. That made the choice easy.
Igneel once again put him to sleep, continuing with his spells. This boy would make a great Dragon Slayer.
The King had conveniently failed to mention his and Mavis deal surrounding Natsu's death.
A/N: I'm trying to update daily, though I know I will fall short of this goal. A few chapters a week is the least I will do.
Feel free to leave your thoughts on where you want the story to go. I will probably go along the route of highlighting major events instead of a flowing story, until it's set up.
I am unhappy with how short this chapter was. I refuse to write something this short again, though I guess it is okay since I'm going by chapters.