HEY! Wow, I can't believe I got that many likes and follows when I put out the first chapter! Thank you guys so so much for all this! Now- ONWARDS TO THE CHAPTER! (A.N. Hey guys, I've seen some plot errors in this chapter, so I've revised them now! And don't worry, Chapter 9 is coming up soon, as well as an explanation as to why it took so freaking long to upload).

11 years later

Acnologia waited in the cavern, flicking his tail in impatience.
"Natsu…" He thought angrily, "Dragneel…" After a few moments he stood up, clearly upset, his growling echoing through the cave. Finally, he heard some footsteps at the mouth of the cave.
"Master," announced a monotonous voice, "I'm back." Acnologia looked up to see his apprentice, Natsu Dragneel, standing with several wyverns that were dragged behind him.

"Good news," Natsu drawled as he tossed the wyverns to the front of Acnologia, still quietly steaming, "I can now kill the wyverns without magic. Well, I'm going out to the lake-"
"You've been going to the lake quite a bit over the past 2 months, haven't you?" Acnologia remarked, his eyebrow twitching.
"Well its summer, so I can take a refreshing dip in the lake-"
"Don't lie to me, Natsu," Acnologia whispered menacingly, "Tell me the truth." For the first time over the past years, Natsu's eyes widened a bit. Acnologia heard the beating of his heart grow faster by the second. The two both stood in silence together.

"Fine," Natsu answered slowly, "The truth is… I found these human couple living together with their kid in the woods, and I grew quite fond of them." Acnologia didn't move a muscle and only stared at his apprentice.
"What are their names?" Acnologia asked.
"Well," Natsu replied, "The man's name is Ma-"
"It doesn't matter," Acnologia cut off, "The point is…" Acnologia sighed. Natsu stared at his master in anxiety.
"… The point, Natsu, is that I cannot restrict you from human contact." Acnologia finished. Natsu gaped.
"B-but I thought that you would restrict me from human contact if I told you!" Natsu remarked surprised.
"Well," Acnologia sighed, "I know that I am boring at times-"
"You're boring all the time-"
"Yeah, yeah, shut up. Anyways, I know that I am boring all the time and it wouldn't be fair to you to be estranged to your own kind. When I was younger, I was all alone in the world, hunting dragons as my way of excitement. And look where that got me," Acnologia chuckled, "The grumpy, boring dragon that you know now. So you can always see these people." Natsu beamed in happiness.

"Thank you, Master! I have a question though- two questions, if you don't mind."
"Of course, Natsu."
"Ok, firstly… Did you know that I'm seeing other humans because of my –err- new outfit?"
"Yep."

"Oh." Natsu looked down at himself to stare at the new outfit the family gave him. He still wore that black cloak that Acnologia gave him that's wrapped around his neck, but along with that came a black muscle shirt, two black leather gloves, black baggy pants that was tightened on the waist with a belt made of wyvern skin, and black combat boots.

"Another thing," Natsu asked, "What is the origin of my name?" Acnologia stood up on his hind legs and stroked his chin, still remaining eye contact with Natsu.
"Your first name or last name?"
"Both."
"Hm," Acnologia thought out loud, "Your first name- Natsu- means "Born in summer," because summer was the season when I had found you. Your last name- Dragneel- was named after-" Acnologia paused for a moment.
"Master?" Natsu questioned.
"Your last name," Acnologia repeated slowly, as if remembering a memory "Was named after the last name of the person who predicted that you would come the day I found you." Natsu raised his eyebrows.

"Wait, what? Who was that person-?" Natsu tried asking, but Acnologia waved the question off.
"Now is not the time," Acnologia cut off, "And you only asked for two questions. For the meantime, it's time for you to go to bed." Natsu snorted in derision as he headed towards his bed made of wyvern skins.
"You know I'm going to keep asking you that question everyday now." Natsu remarked as he covered himself with his wyvern blanket.
"I know- and I'll keep on ignoring it every day." Acnologia said simply, coming to his bedside, "Now, what's your main objective in this world?"
"Find and kill dragons." Natsu murmured, his eyes fluttering in weariness.

"Correct." Acnologia stared at Natsu for a moment.
"By any chance," Acnologia said slowly, "Did you speak about me to the family you've been seeing for the past few months?"
"Hm?" Natsu stared upwards at Acnologia. "Well, I did, but all I said was that you were my master and nothing else."
"You didn't say my name to them?"
"No- you already told me that humans fear your name." Acnologia sighed.

"Very well. Have a nice rest. Tomorrow I'm gonna train you till you break." Acnologia replied, reciting what he had said to Natsu ever since he had obtained the pink-haired boy. As Natsu nodded into sleep, Acnologia turned away and looked at the mouth of the cavern.

"Tomorrow," Acnologia thought, "Will be July 7th, 777- The day Natsu finally turns into a dragon like me." Acnologia peeked back at Natsu, who was sprawled across the bed.
"However, I had heard from my assets that other dragons like me are training other children like Natsu. If my theory is correct, these dragons will merge inside the bodies of their apprentices to hinder the progress of their childrens' dragon formation, thus making me and Natsu the only dragons in this realm. We could hunt the children, but it would be very difficult if they would enter cities and join guilds. If they do, we can't attack, for if we do, the whole country would be issuing an all-out assault. I would be fine, but Natsu wouldn't survive an attack that magnitude. I would have to protect him while at the same time killing the humans to find the dragon slayers. This is very troublesome indeed. But…" Acnologia's eyes widened in understanding, "But if I were to merge with Natsu too, he will still maintain human form and have access to cities to search and destroy." Acnologia stood over Natsu, knowing what he must do.
"Boy," Acnologia murmured, "I leave the dragon-hunting business to you. Good-bye, Natsu… My son."

Next Day
Natsu groaned, rubbing his hand over his head.
"I should really make a pillow one of these days." Natsu grumbled. Natsu opened his eyes, staring at the stalactites dripping water from the ceiling. Natsu got up, twisting his back to crack it.
"Master!" Natsu called, hopping off the bed. Natsu peered around the cave, seeing no trace of Acnologia. Natsu frowned.

"Maybe he's outside?" Natsu dashed to the entrance of the cavern and looked around at the valley. No sign of Acnologia. Natsu frown grew deeper.
"Well, Acnologia may have gone on a week-long expedition," Natsu thought out loud, "He has been talking about going on a hunting journey these days. Well, I'll just wait for him." Natsu sat down, cross-legged, and waited…

One Month Later
… And was still waiting. Natsu hadn't moved an inch ever since July 7th. Dust was beginning to settle on top of him, and spiders were starting to move into his pockets. Natsu didn't even feel the need to eat, for he had practiced meditation with Acnologia and gone for 3 months without eating or drinking. There was a difference in Natsu's facial features, though- his right eye was twitching non-stop.

"Acnologia," Natsu murmured angrily, "Where are you?"
"He left you." Natsu perked up his head as a voice broke his meditation. "He deserted you, weakling."
"Who's there?" Natsu asked, moving for the first time.
"You were couldn't be trained," the voice continued, "You were so focused on your feelings with humans that you forgot his!"
"But he said it was OK that I could visit them!" Natsu yelled at the voice, "He allowed me!"
"You idiot!" the voice screeched back, "You insolent brat! You deserve to die!"
"Shut up…" Natsu held his head as the voice pounded insults into his mind.
"Selfish b*tch! You careless little sh*t! Die! Die! DIE!"
"Shut up!" Natsu began beating his fists into the ground. His vision began blurring in a mixture of white and red, "Shut up- Shut up- Shut up- SHUT UP!" His mind went blank as he spewed nonsense, slamming the ground with so much force the ground began caving inside. Natsu did not notice that the voice stopped talking, though. Finally, Natsu stopped attacking the ground. Panting heavily, he looked around him, noting that his fury had created a huge crater so huge, it could be filled with water and be turned into a fifteen-meter swimming pool. Natsu wiped the sweat off his head.

"Thank god," Natsu coughed wearily, "The voice stopped talking." Then-
"DIE, WEAKLING!"
"RARGH!" Natsu screamed, as purple magic (A.N. - His magic) overflowed around him, and Natsu's mind suddenly went blank.

Magnolia
The light guild known as Dragon Wing (A.N. - A random guild I made up) was in their usual drunken stupor when their guild doors were flung open. All of the inhabitants turned to see a young man around 14 years old walk inside, his face covered with his hoodie. He walked in, ignoring the stares of the guild, going directly to the barmaid. Her red-eyes eyed the boy warily, feeling the amount of magic power he carried into the room. She combed her long green-hair with her own hand as the boy sat at the stool with his hands in front of him laced together. The barmaid forced a smile onto her face.

"I'm sorry," The barmaid managed to force out, "This is a guild-only bar-"
"What's with your guild's name?" The boy asked. He shifted his hood slightly to reveal dark, cold, obsidian eyes. The barmaid gulped.
"E-Excuse me?"
"Why are you called Dragon Wing?" The boy again questioned. The barmaid felt unsettled staring into the emotionless eyes of the boy.
"T-that's just the name of our guild, sweetie," the barmaid breathed out, "It's not that we actually have a dragon's wing."

"That's a pity," the boy sighed, lifting up his hoodie to reveal his flaring pink hair, "I really wanted to see dragon." Chuckles were heard throughout the room as the green-haired barmaid sighed.
"Don't worry, sweetie. Many children your age wanted to see a dragon here, too." The pink-haired boy raised his eyebrow quizzically.
"No, I don't think you understand me. I wanted to meet a dragon here so I could kill it." Silence entered the room. Then-
"BWAHAHA!" A man laughed, and then was followed by other laughs. He got up, smiling.

This man had a red trench coat that was unbuttoned, revealing that he had no shirt on. He had on black, ripped jeans, sandals, and sunglasses that lay on his spiky orange hair. His brown eyes glistened, along with a battle scar that was etched across his face, from his left ear down to the lower left side of his lips. He walked to the pink-haired boy, grinning rather evilly.
"Like you could defeat a dragon!" The man smirked. The green-haired woman glared at the man.
"Randall…" the barmaid murmured. The man waved her off.

"Now, now, Maria," Randall grinned, "This kid hasto know that he can't kill a dragon. Besides, there is no such thing as a dragon, unless you're talking about a wyvern you wanna kill, which I doubt you can!" The kid frowned deepened.
"No, dragons are real. I was trained by Acnologia himself-"
"HAHAHA!" The whole guild erupted. Randall slapped his knee, laughing hysterically.
"YOU?! TRAINED BY THE LEGENDARY DRAGON HIMSELF?! GIVE ME A BREAK! You were probably trained by a black newt who you hailed as a dragon!" The boy's frowning turned into a scowl.
"You shouldn't have insulted Master…" The boy murmured. Randall flicked away a tear grinning, not noticing the rise of magical energy spilling out of the boy.
"Why?" Randall asked, still chuckling hysterically, "Because you're gonna go home crying to your newt?"
"No…" the pink-haired boy stared directly at Randall, his eyes flashing red, "Because I'm going to kill you."

Magnolia Prison
"Once again, it is a pleasure that you asked me to escort you." Makarov remarked as he and Hyberion, one of the Four Gods of Ishgar, walked down a spiraling staircase to the Magnolia Prison dungeon, where Magnolia's worst criminals are secured down here. The worst prisoners were held to the right side of the duo.
"And again," Hyberion replied as the criminals launched insults or just yelled random words at the pair, "The pleasure is mine."
"I have a question though," Makarov asked, looking towards the left side, where the spiraling staircase never seemed to end.
"Ask, then," Hyberion replied narrowly dodging some food that was tossed by an inmate.
"Erm, ok…" Makarov began, "Whydo you want me to escort you?" Hyberion sighed, staring at the prisoners screeching at them.
"You heard the news today, correct? About what happened to a guild known as Dragon Wing?" Makarov silently stared off into space as they were nearing the bottom of the staircase.

"Yes," Makarov finally replied, "Is it true? Was the whole guild really demolished by only one person?" Hyberion nodded.
"The rumors are correct. They were once ranked #10 out of all the guilds in the land of Fiore. This means that the person who had destroyed them must be extremely powerful, correct?" Makarov didn't reply, for he knew that Hyberion already knew his answer. They finally reached the bottom of the staircase, where a guard stood in front of the last prison cell in the dungeon waiting for them.
"Who is the person?" Makarov asked, as the guard pulled out a key and went to unlock the cell gate.
"Good question," Hyberion remarked, as the guard flung the gate open so that the duo could walk in, "The culprit in question is… a boy."

When Hyberion said that, the lights in the cell turned on, revealing a pink-haired boy, tied down to a post in the middle of the room. He had the usual prisoner jumpsuit, and was restrained with anti-magic chains that were wrapped around his entire body. An anti-magic chain was also wrapped around his mouth so the boy couldn't talk. Makarov raised an eyebrow as the boy looked up, glaring him with cold, calculating eyes. Hyberion glanced towards Makarov.

"Are you having doubts?" Hyberion asked calmly, as Makarov showed mixed feelings. "I was there when it happened."
"Wait- youwere the one that stopped him?!" Makarov exclaimed in surprise. Hyberion nodded again.
"It wasn't that hard to subdue him," Hyberion stated, "But I was still surprised by his explosiveness, attacks and magical power concealed inside him."
"So… is he the son of Acnologia, just like the rumors had said?" Hyberion stared at the boy.
"Yes, I think he is. I presume he was the one who had caused that mountain to explode too." Makarov stared at the boy in awe.
"So, what do you want me to do?" Hyberion smiled.
"You know what I want you to do." Makarov thought for a moment- then paled.

"Oh no, I can't do that." Makarov said, looking very cautiously at the boy.
"Why not? You are raising quite a powerful generation of young mages in your guild, if I heard correctly. I'm sure you can handle one more."
"B-but," Makarov complained, his eyes widening, "He is very different from my children. He's in a different league than them- hell, he's in a different league then most of the adult guild members." Hyberion ignored him, grabbing the chains wrapped around the boy's mouth and pulled them off. The boy coughed and spat out the steely taste that was in his mouth.
"I'm sure that you can mold the boy into becoming Fiore's most powerful wizard. I believe in your ability to do so." With those final words, Hyberion vanished from sight.

Makarov sighed, pinching his nose.
"Wave after wave of children," Makarov thought tiredly, "My guild is like a playground now a days." Makarov glanced back at the struggling figure of the boy and sighed.
"Hang on, child," Makarov grumbled, pulling off the chains that had bound the boy. The boy stood up, rubbing his hands while glaring at the small man, sizing him up. Finally, the boy murmured,
"You're tiny for a human." Makarov snorted, knowing that the kid is up for a big surprise once he finds out about his magic.

"You're a human, too." Makarov retorted.
"No, I'm a Halfling- half a dragon, and half a human. That's what my Master said." Makarov raised his eyebrow what seemed to be the hundredth time on this strange day.
"If that's up to you." The duo stood in silence before Makarov asked a question.
"What's your name, child?" the boy glanced at Makarov before staring at the space where Hyberion had occupied.
"Natsu," the boy answered, "Natsu Dragneel."
"I see," Makarov replied, stroking his mustache, "Natsu Dragneel, hmm? Natsu, have you ever heard of a guild?"
"You mean that bar I had destroyed? That was a guild?"
"Yes, that place you destroyed was indeed a guild." Makarov stated, amused, knowing that this Natsu was a quick learner.
"So, have you heard of a guild called Fairy Tail?" Makarov questioned. Natsu's eyes widened as he turned around to face Makarov.

"Fairy Tail?" Makarov's eyes widened.
"You heard about my guild?" Natsu massaged his wrists for a while, looking at the ground.
"The family I've been communicating with 3 months ago… They said if I was at this city named Magnolia I could find them in Fairy Tail." Makarov's eyes widened.
"Could it be- is he the one…" Makarov knew he had to look into that, but after he influences Natsu to join his guild.

"Then it shouldn't be a problem! You can join my guild-"
"I can't." Makarov's jovial expression fell.
"Why not?" Makarov questioned, although the question sounded more of a demand. Natsu sighed.
"Although I am fond of the family from your guild… I'm afraid my dedication for my master is far greater. What I need to do now is find and kill remaining dragons, not waste my time in a guild."

Makarov fell silent. He knew he had to convince the boy to come to his guild, or he wouldn't hear the end of it from Hyberion. Examining Natsu further, Makarov finally came up with a solution- not the perfect solution, but a solution still.
"Counter proposal?" Natsu turned around and stared at Makarov.
"All right." Natsu acknowledged.
"Well, you don't know where the dragons have gone, am I right?"
"Yes, you are."
"So after a while, without much training, your power will start to decrease, just like, for example, a really fast person. Without his training, he would start to become sluggish and start to lose races because he hadn't prepared himself beforehand."
"Cut to the chase, old man." Natsu said impatiently. Makarov raised his hands.

"All right, all right. If you join my guild, you can take on job requests, like helping an old woman with grocery shopping to…" Makarov gulped, regretting his decision, "… fighting dark guilds." Makarov saw Natsu's face go through a mix of emotions before becoming a apathetic yet again.
"Go on." Natsu stated. Makarov grunted. It seems that Natsu already knows what dark guilds are.
"Of course, you can't go on S-Class missions by yourself, but you can take jobs that require you to defeat smaller dark guilds. It's not as exciting as killing dragons, but the jobs will still help you maintain your current level of magic power. Plus, as a bonus, you get tons of jewels destroying those dark guilds. You can get your own house, and supply yourself with normal, human food instead of whatever you ate in the wilderness. What do you say- deal?"

Makarov held out his hand in front of Natsu. The boy frowned, thinking for quite some time before grabbing Makarov's hand with reluctance.
"Deal."

3,500 words!That's quite a lot. Anyways… I have nothing to say here. Have a great day!