The coal mines were a place no one wanted to be. Not even those desperate and hungry would take work there. The people who did work there, well, they aren't exactly there by choice. The coal mines of Telnet was run by a slaver named Bora. He was a purple haired man who always wore a royal cloak and had the most powerful fire magic out of the whole camp. He burned any slave or one of his men who crossed him. He was also a notorious womanizer who used charm magic to steal girls away and sell them or keep them for his own purposes. Either way, his camp wasn't a place you wanted to be, no matter your gender.

One of the unlucky souls stuck here was a pink haired teenage boy, though with all the soot in his hair, you would have a hard time telling. He was around 6ft, well build from the back breaking work he was forced to do. He was tanned form the sun and his chest and back were covered with scars form the beatings he took from his masters. Natsu knew this hell well, what he didn't know was how he ended up here. He was little when he woke up on a dirty cot in a dark cave. He didn't remember his childhood before this camp, but something, a memory of some sorts kept appearing in his dreams. It was his "master" Bora tossing a sack of coins to a man in a black shirt and pants with a while cloth going across his chest, and the man had black hair. Natsu reasoned that this was the man who robbed him of a free life, so he swore he would make him pay someday. Then, he could go out and explore the world outside the mines. The day wouldn't be soon though. He had tried to escape form Telnet almost every month, and each time he was caught and thrown in the darkest pit of the mines for a week. He just wasn't strong enough.

Natsu was shook out of thought by a rock to the head. He looked at the direction the rock came from, above him and saw one of the mine overseers. "Back to work,boy. Coal don't mine itself"the man said before he continued walking along the ridge he was on. Natsu reluctantly picked up his pickaxe and stuck the wall he was working on. He glared at the man's back and muttered," One day, I'm gonna wreck this .Fuck that. I'll burn this place so no man will ever use it for evil again." He sighed, knowing that that was just a slim hope. All the masters in charge here knew some kind of magic. Strength magic, speed, elemental. Then there was Bora, who could cremate a man in a blink of an eye. Natsu would need to learn some powerful magic to get through all of them, but how he would do that was a mystery. The slaves didn't have access to books that could teach them magic and no overseer would teach him, so how would he get the magic he needed? As he thought of this, he pickaxe struck something hard. Normal coal would have just crumbled against his axe, so he was curious. He looked and saw a medium sized urn covered in dirt and soot. He was about to clean it but he heard the clangs of jewelry. He quickly tucked the urn in his pants and went back to work. He was picking up his axe when he got a hard kick to the side that sent him falling to the ground. He looked up and saw his "master" Bora. He still had the same shit eating grin on his face as he always did. Behind him were two goons and two women who had collars around their necks. They were attached to the chains in Bora's hand.

"Natsu,Natsu,Natsu", Bora said in a cocky tone,"my boys tell me that you're slacking off again. You wouldn't be planning another one of your daring escape, now would you? Don't you love your uncle Bora." Natsu didn't say anything, too angry to do anything but glare up at the man. "Well, my men don't feel like chasing after you today and after you bit Kiln's finger off in your last attempt, I'm going to just nip this in the bud now. Juy, Syn, throw him in the Hole. Maybe 3 week down there will teach him some appreciation. The two men behind him stepped forward and waked towards Natsu. They grabbed him by his arms and dragged him towards a wooden door in the wall. One man held Natsu back while the other opened the door with a key. "Enjoy your stay,pal. We left it just like you like it," one of the men said before he flung him down the hole. The men closed the door and locked it. Natsu landed face first into a pile of sand. Natsu pulled his head up and saw a place he was all too familiar with. The "Hole" was a small cave that was connected to the mines. There was a collection of rocks that worked like stairs out of the Hole, and the door was made out of hardwood that couldn't be broken by brute force. Natsu knew, he checked. The Hole's floor was half covered with sand and the rest with the cave floor. It was dark and reeked of the smell of piss and death. The slaves who were brought here were driven mad by the darkness and hunger. Bora used this room to teach stubborn slaves appreciation for the "great" conditions of the mines. That never worked on Natsu though, it just made him angrier. He felt around for a big rock and found it. Under it was a piece of flint and steel and a couple piece of coal Natsu snuck in the last year when he was was thrown down. He put the coal in a pile and struck the flint and steel. It sparked and a small fire started on the pile. It wasn't much, but it was enough to see a couple of inches in front of him. Natsu then took out the urn he hid and started rubbing the soot off. Once it was cleaned, Natsu held it to the fire. He looked and saw t was a dull gold with a symbol of a red dragon on it in. He tried to open it but it was a little stuck. He pulled and pulled until finally the lid came off and a ball of fire came jumping out. The ball went around the room and went up then rotated around, as if it was looking for something. The ball the grew brighter and expanded.

Natsu opened his eyes, having shut them because of the brightness, and looked with his mouth wide open. Before him was a spirit. It was the color of flames, had horns coming out of its head. It's eyes were a blank white. It's had wings that stretched out and its giant scaly arms crossed over its toned chest. His wrist had gold breces on them. He had the head of a dragon and its bottom half was noting but a thinning tail.

"I am the Fire King Igneel," he said in a booming voice. "Who has freed me from my metal vessel."

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