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A Song of Fairies

Part 1: A Game of Thrones

Natsu

Warm winds from the sea whipped through the lavish palace, sweeping the silk curtains that lined the balcony doors to the side. It was a picturesque day in the free city of Pentos. The sun sat high overhead, bringing about another warm summer day. Meanwhile, the winds brought the smell of salt and seawater drifting into the palace of the richest man in the city. That man was Illyrio Mopatis.

He was an older man, on the wrong side of forty. Lines from worry and wrinkles from years of clawing his way to the top of the ladder had left their mark on his face. His once vibrant beard and hair were now a muted brown color. His soft hand ran through his beard before disdainfully plucking a gray hair that dared show its face to the world.

He liked to do this. Standing on the balcony of his manse overlooking the narrow sea. It provided him a peace that very few men knew of. Just as he was beginning to settle into his relaxed state, he heard the door to his private chambers open and quietly shut. The clank of armor caused him to let out a long sigh.

"Kessa?"

Behind him was an athletic warrior, clad in dark, lightweight armor. A dome shaped helmet with a triangular face mask adorned his dark head, hiding the warrior's identity. A long spear was gripped firmly in his left hand while his right carried a shield as dark as his armor.

The warrior approached Illyrio and quickly whispered in his ear. The wealthy man's eyes narrowed and he nodded. The warrior strode out as quickly as he entered, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Illyrio cast one last glance at the Narrow Sea before turning on his heel and entering his chambers once again. With his hands clasped behind him back, he waited at the center of the room. Within moments, the door opened once again.

Three warriors in dark armor and domed helmets marched in. One strode up beside Illyrio, planting his spear firmly into the tiled floors while standing at attention. Illyrio paid the warrior no mind. His focus was on the other two warriors and the two strange people they were dragging into his chambers.

The warrior on the right dragged what appeared to be a teenage girl with vibrant blonde hair. Nothing out of the ordinary for the city of Pentos. She was very beautiful to look at. But her attire was wrong. Foreign, even by the Free Cities' diverse standards of fashion. Her chest was covered by a white and blue blouse that revealed plenty of cleavage. The rest of her body was covered by a small black skirt that barely reached her mid thigh. Illyrio arched an eyebrow at the girl's appearance. How she ended up here and not in the hands of someone with far more sinister thoughts boggled his mind.

But if the girl was strange to look upon, her companion was even more curious. In the arms of the warrior on the right was a teenage boy with impossibly pink hair spiking up messily from his head. His narrow eyes were closed and the boy seemed to sleeping peacefully, judging by the small smile on his lips. Unlike the girl however, the boy seemed to be dressed to fit into the city. A black and gold waistcoat rested over his shoulders, yet was unbuttoned, revealing a muscled but thin body. Billowy white pants covered his legs and waist while simple sandals covered his feet.

Illyrio turned to look at the warrior to his right.

"You fill my time with this?" He snapped quietly. His biting tone making the warrior flinch ever so slightly, "Street urchins are not my concern."

"Issi daor sepār riñar" The warrior replied, his quiet voice muffled by the faceplate on his helmet. "Pōnta māstan isse se lentor ruaratan isse perzys."

Illyrio wrinkled his brow, "They appeared in my palace, bathed in fire?"

The warrior nodded.

"When?"

"An hour ago." The Warrior replied, struggling a little with the common tongue.

Illyrio nodded. "While I slept?"

The warrior nodded.

"And you did not seek to wake me when this phenomenon occurred?"

"Spotted Cat busy helping Targaryen prince."

Illyrio closed his eyes and let out a weary sigh. That explained why his guards delayed waking him. Viserys Targaryen was awake. And Illyrio's entire household was aware of how he disliked dealing with the Beggar King. The guard had a choice. Risk his master's wrath by waking him and having him encounter the Targaryen brat early in the morning. Or wait until his master was in a rather good mood before bringing forth these two teenagers. Frankly, Illyrio couldn't blame his guards for choosing the latter. A day of Illyrio being unhappy was not something they all wanted.

Just as he was about to give the guard's orders, the boy with pink hair stirred, his narrow eyes slowly opening.

"Ugh…" The boy groaned, wincing as the sunlight hit his dark eyes, "My head." He wearily glanced around the room, head lolling from side to side, "Where…. Huh?" He blinked and craned his head to look at the guard gripping him the neck of his waistcoat, "Who are you?"

"They are Unsullied." Illyrio instantly answered, drawing the mysterious boy's attention, "And they do not speak unless allowed to by their master."

The boy cocked an eyebrow, "That's weird?" His eyes darted from Illyrio's head to his feet and back up again. Then the boy pointed at him abruptly, causing the guard to his side to tense up, "You're a guy. But you are wearing a dress!"

"It is not a dress boy." Illyrio replied with an even tone, "This is a robe."

"A what?"

Illyrio stared dumbfounded at the child. Was the boy this idiotic? Or was he simply a naive little fool? Perhaps both?

"My attire matters not. What matters is how you appeared in my home. My guards say you appeared with the girl while wrapped in fire."

The boy blinked and glanced over at the blonde.

"Me and Lucy appeared here in a fireball?" he repeated, uncertain if what he was hearing was true. Then his lips parted into a toothy grin, "THAT'S AWESOME! Can you tell me what it looked like!?"

Illyrio sighed. This conversation was going nowhere fast. And he preferred to not have his time wasted. He had much more important things to do today. A good friend of his across the Narrow Sea was awaiting a raven that he had yet to send.

"Again, that does not matter." Illyrio stated, "I want to know more about you and your friend." He nodded to the still unconscious blonde, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The boy blinked, "Well, I'm Natsu Dragneel! Resident badass of the wizard guild Fairy Tail!"

The two guards carrying him and the girl glanced at each other puzzled while Illyrio attempted to make sense of the boy's rambling.

"Natsu Dragneel…" Illyrio parroted slowly, "Resident of the wizard guild Fairy Tail?"

"You got it buddy." Natsu smiled.

For the first time all morning, Illyrio laughed. A wizard guild? Preposterous. While there were guilds in the free cities. A guild of wizards was nothing more than a product of imagination. Made up tales of children and storytellers.

"This is a waste of my time." Illyrio waved his hand, "Send both of them to the city watch. Let them deal with this."

"Wha!" Natsu exclaimed as the guard holding him began to drag him towards the door while the guard holding Lucy opened the door, "NOW HOLD ON A MOMENT!" The boy bellowed loudly, "Get your hands off of me!"

The Unsullied paid the boy no mind. They merely carried out their master's orders. Illyrio watched with disinterest as the boy was dragged through the door, only for his strong arms to grip the door frame.

"I ain't going anywhere yet!" Natsu barked.

"You will be going to the city watch where they will most likely sell you the highest bidder considering that you have managed to waste my time." Illyrio snapped, "I am a very powerful man, Natsu Dragneel. My time is precious to me."

"Sell me!?" By this time, the guard holding the blonde was already moving down the hall, "Buddy if you've got a problem with me or Fairy Tail then fight me like a man!"

Illyrio frowned. The boy was still going on about this 'Fairy Tail'. He wasn't only naive or a fool, he was delusional as well. Perhaps it would be a mercy to order his Unsullied to kill the boy. No one would buy a brat like this. In fact, Illyrio was about to give the order when he noticed something peculiar. The air in the room was starting to heat up. He wiped his brow as sweat began to bead along his hairline.

Why has it gotten so hot so suddenly?

Illyrio's eyes widened. The boy's hands were gripping his wooden door frame. And the carefully carved and varnished wood around his fingertips were starting to char. Small flames began to lick the door. Then the boy's hand became enveloped in bright orange fire.

"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"

With one mighty blow, the pink haired boy's fist sent the Unsullied guard crashing into the far wall, leaving a crater in the wooden framing of the manse. While Illyrio stared wide eyed at Natsu, his remaining guards leveled their spears at Natsu. Meanwhile, the boy swayed to and fro for a moment.

"Why am I so tired all of a sudden?"

As he swayed to and fro, seemingly consumed by sudden exhaustion, Illyrio heard rapid footsteps marching down the hall towards his chambers. The clip clap of luxurious boots snapped the magister of Pentos out of his shocked haze and caused a long sigh to leave his lips. He knew exactly who was coming.

A man with long silver blond hair burst into the room. Lilac colored eyes gazed furiously at Illyrio while his gaunt jaw hardened. Behind him, a woman slowly followed. Her hair matching the young man in front of her. But while the man stormed in with a wild anger, the woman meekly followed. Her head bowed, eyes staring at her feet while she clasped her hands in front of her blue dress.

"I was expecting to meet with you Magister and yet you refuse to come and see me!?" The young man declared, his voice shaking with fury. The woman flinched a little as the man shouted.

"I apologize, Viserys."

"King Viserys." The young man quickly corrected.

"Of course." Illyrio replied, "As I was about to say, I was dealing with a rather interesting development that I didn't want to concern you with."

Viserys glanced at the pink haired boy.

"What? The blonde we passed and this pink haired freak!?" Viserys scoffed, "They are more important than meeting with me to discuss some very important events coming upon us."

"I am well aware of how important your meeting with Khal Drogo is, Viserys. Remember I'm the one who brokered such a meeting." Illyrio replied calmly while Viserys face contorted in anger, "However, when something curious occurs in my own house, I tend to investigate it." Illyrio nodded to Natsu, "This boy and the blonde girl apparently appeared in a shroud of fire." Viserys drew back, surprised by what he was hearing, "Then the boy claimed to be a wizard. I believed what he said to be folly until he assaulted one of my guards with a flaming fist."

It was then that both Viserys and the woman behind him noticed the Unsullied guard lying in a smoking heap next to cratered wall.

"But as I said before, my King." Illyrio continued, "This is not a matter I wished to concern you with. It is nothing more than a… distraction."

"Distraction?" Viserys cocked an eyebrow, all anger fading away as he glanced at Natsu with intrigue, "I must say. This may be the furthest thing from a distraction. After what you just said Magister, it appears that I am fascinated as well."

He strode up to Natsu and glared down at the weary boy.

"What is your name?"

Natsu looked up at Viserys, one eye closed, the other drooping as he struggled to remain awake.

"Natsu… Dragneel."

"And you claim to be a wizard?"

He nodded.

"You wield the power of fire?"

"I wield the power of a fire dragon!" Natsu corrected vehemently.

The woman clearly tensed as she remained in the doorway. Meanwhile, Viserys narrowed his eyes at the Natsu.

"The power of a fire dragon?"

Natsu weakly nodded.

Silence hung in the air for a moment. Then Viserys laughed. A loud, cold, cackling sound that bit at the ears of everyone in the room. He wiped his mouth and took several steps back, still chuckling as he did so.

"So, you aren't just a human? But a…" He laughed again, "A dragon as well?"

"Well… not really a dragon." Natsu replied, "More of a dragon slayer."

Viserys mirth disappeared.

"Dragon slayer?" He repeated, voice trembling. Whether it was from fear or anger, the pink haired boy nor Illyrio could tell.

"Uh… yeah." Natsu replied casually.

Viserys dropped to Natsu's eye level, "You are saying that you slay dragons. Yet no dragon has existed in decades." His thin hand lashed out and snagged Natsu by the jaw, clenching him tightly, "So… what kind of dragons to you slay? Is it the actual being? Or perhaps… my family?"

Natsu's eyes widened, "You guys are dragons!"

"I do not think you should be taking this boy seriously, Viserys."

"King…"

Illyrio closed his eyes in frustration, "King Viserys. This Natsu Dragneel is obviously a naive fool. Does he have special… abilities. It appears so. But for all we know, these powers were gifted to him and he knows not what they are for. So he came up with some fantastical purpose for them." Illyrio drew close to Viserys, "It is possible he comes from Asshai." Viserys' face paled a little, "The priestess there are well known for the magics. Especially their fire magics."

"If he is from Asshai then I do not want him near me. In fact, I don't even want him living near me." Viserys rose up, "I want him killed." Natsu's eyes widened, "And the girl too. If for no other reason than he claims to hunt dragons. The actual creature doesn't exist anymore. The only dragons left are myself and my sister. We have the blood of dragons in us. Perhaps he is some deluded assassin sent here by the Usurper." He nodded, "Yes that is what it is. Kill him! Kill him now!"

Natsu began to struggle against the arms of one of the Unsullied guards.

"Hey! Let me go! I've never killed anyone in my life! STOP IT!"

The Unsullied drew a knife and held the blade to Natsu's throat. Then paused. Natsu gulped as he felt the cold steel against his flesh. He was trying with all his might to summon his fire once again. But for some reason, it refused to appear. He could only manage to muster a little heat from his body. And every time he did, he felt another wave of exhaustion hit him. His onyx eyes glared at Viserys.

"What are you waiting for?" Viserys asked the Unsullied, "Slit his throat!"

"They are awaiting my command." Illyrio replied, "They are my men after all."

"And I am their king! They should be obeying my commands! Kill him!"

"Viserys." The woman with silver hair finally piped up, surprising Viserys with her sudden entrance into the situation. Her lithe form swept up to him and she quietly whispered something in his ear. For a moment, Viserys looked at her dumbfounded. Then angry. Then he smiled and laughed.

"For once…. my sister's kind heart may be onto something." He laughed and nodded at the Unsullied.

The guard looked at Illyrio who motioned for the warrior to sheath his knife. Natsu gasped in relief as he felt the steel slide away from his throat.

"What are you waiting for, Dany?" Viserys snapped at his sister, "You're the one who wants him to live so badly. I have much more important things to deal with."

The girl hesitated at first, then gulped and cautiously approached Natsu. The Unsullied guard stepped away as she reached him. She held out a small, slender hand to the boy.

"Come with me." She said quietly.

Natsu gulped and glanced over at Viserys, who was cast a quick glance over at him every so often while he whispered to Illyrio. He then gently grasped the girl's hand. She struggled to help him to his feet. But with the assistance of the Unsullied guard, they were able to lift up the weary Natsu Dragneel.

"Bring the other girl with." Dany ordered to the other guard holding Lucy.

She exited the room first, the two Unsullied holding Natsu and Lucy followed her. When they were a fair distance from Illyrio's personal chambers, Dany glanced back at Natsu.

"I apologize for my brother. He is a bit… paranoid."

"A bit?" Natsu replied, "I'd a say he's a bit more than a bit paranoid?"

"Well…" Dany sighed. The boy wasn't wrong. Her brother Viserys was a very paranoid man. Constantly warning her of the threats that were posed to them. They were Targaryens. The last Targaryens. Their father had at one time been King of Westeros. Then the Usurper rebelled. Her father, her eldest brother, their entire family were butchered. Only herself and Viserys escaped. And they had been on the run ever since. Living off of the kindness of strangers and secret loyalist. "Our lifestyle has made him this way. I like to believe that he isn't like that… deep down."

Natsu nodded as the group turned to enter a new set of chambers. Inside was lightly furnished. A small bed rested in the far right corner near a set of doors that led out to another balcony. This one overlooking the city around the palace. Soft carpets blanketed the floors. In the corner, opposite of the bed, sat a small basin filled with cold water. The Unsullied guards set Natsu and Lucy down on the floor before bowing to Dany. Then they left, closing the door behind them.

"There." Dany stated, "Welcome to my… um… room."

Natsu glanced around, "It's nice!" He then looked at the blonde, "Not as cozy as Lucy's place though."

Dany smiled, "It is nice. I like it." She folded her hands in front of her as she sat down on the edge of her bed, her eyes downcast yet again. Then, with a sigh, she glance up at Natsu, "Is it true?"

"What?"

"That you are a wizard? A dragon slayer? Is that not something you were making up?"

Natsu raised an eyebrow as he sat on the floor, "Why would I make that up?"

"So it is true?"

Natsu nodded.

Dany looked at him with now excited eyes, "Can you… can you show me?"

Natsu winced and scratched the back of his head, "I'd love to. But um… my magic isn't working right for some reason." He sniffed, "Maybe I ate something bad back home." He blinked, "Back home." He mumbled before sucking in a quick breath, "Wait a moment! I ain't home!" His head turned rapidly as he looked around, "Just where exactly am I!?" Beside him, the blonde mumbled then rolled over in her sleep.

Dany frowned, "You don't know where you are?"

Natsu shook his head, "No idea!"

"So you've never been to Pentos before?"

Natsu narrowed his eyes, "Pentos… Pentos." He mumbled, attempting to recall a place with that name, "Nah. Nope! Never been to a place called Pentos before." He tilted his head to the side, "Now that I think about it, I've never even heard of a place called Pentos before."

Dany's eyes widened, "You've never heard of Pentos!?"

"Should I have?"

"Of course! It's one of the great Free Cities of Essos." Natsu stared at her, completely puzzled. Dany noticed his confusion, "Where exactly are you from, Natsu?"

"Magnolia." Natsu replied.

"Magnolia…" Dany pursed her lips, "I've never heard of Magnolia before."

"And I've never heard of Pentos before." Natsu grinned, "Guess we both have some learning to do."

Dany laughed lightly, "Perhaps we do. Well… I have to go and…" She gulped, "Get ready for something. Something very important for both myself and my brother. I will be gone for a couple hours. Please remain here. I do not want to imagine what could happen if you managed to anger Viserys."

"What? Would I unleash a dragon or something?" Dany paled at Natsu's reply, "He did say you and him had dragon blood in you. Or something like that. To be honest it doesn't make much sense to me."

Dany shook her head, "Just please. Wait for me here. You are welcome to everything in this room. A servant may bring in some food soon."

"Ok." Natsu replied with a grin. Just as Dany was about to leave, Natsu called to her, "Hey! I didn't catch your name!"

She glanced back at him, "Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen."

Natsu narrowed his eyes, "Dinosaur? Dennis? Ummm…" He laughed sheepishly at his mispronunciations, "Can I just call you Dany?"

Dany laughed loudly. The laugh actually surprised her. She hadn't laughed like that in some time.

"Yes…" She nodded, "Yes you can call me Dany." Her laughter slowly faded away and the same melancholy overtook her once again, "I have to get going."

"Ok. See you later, Dany."

"You as well, Natsu."

….

"Are you sure this is a wise decision, your grace." Illyrio asked as Viserys lounged in a chair on the balcony overlooking the seat.

"It's my decision. Whether it is wise or not is none of your concern." He replied before taking a goblet and sipping the wine from it.

Illyrio ceased his pacing and turned to look at the far younger man, "That boy. Natsu Dragneel. He is a complete unknown in the grand scheme of things. I understand if you're sister wished to spare him. She is a gentle soul after all. But your plan seems rather… well… poorly planned out."

"My plan…" Viserys began as he swirled the wine in his glass, "Will do much to gain followers to my cause. Which I do need. Think about it Illyrio. Natsu Dragneel claims to be a Dragon Slayer. And he can wield fire! Fire! An actual wizard on my side. Dany pointed that out to me. Can you imagine the look on the Usurper's face when I arrive in Westeros with both a Dothraki army and a man who commands fire at my back."

"I can imagine what any possible supporters may say." Illyrio responded, "That you have gone mad and started believing in children's tales of magic and sorcery."

Viserys grimaced, "I don't need them."

"You just said you did. If you are going to reclaim the Iron Throne from Robert Baratheon then you need more allies than myself and a few horse lords. You need actual allies in Westeros."

"But you said so yourself!" Viserys jumped to his feet, "The people of Westeros bless my name! They cry out for their true king and curse the name of King Robert Baratheon." Illyrio began to roll his eyes, "They weave my banners in secret and-"

"And anxiously await your glorious return. Yes I know. And all of that is true." Illyrio replied, "But wars are not won with sentiments and blessings, Viserys. They are won by playing the game and winning said game. And so far, you have failed to even enter the game."

Viserys's twisted into a snarl, "I will enter the game! I will enter with a horde of forty thousand Dothraki screamers as I slaughter the Usurper's armies. Him and that wolf lord that he so loves! They will crumble under the might of the Dragon!"

Illyrio nodded. Viserys clearly was not going to be swayed. Not yet at least. The boy was ambitious, for certain. But when it came to the subtleties of the world, he was an idiot. Pure and simple.

"Still… I want to send for someone to… examine both Natsu Dragneel and his blonde companion."

Viserys waved dismissively, "Do what you want. I care not." he slumped back in his chair and brought his wine to his lips, "When does Khal Drogo arrive?"

"Tomorrow morning… hopefully."

"Hopefully?"

"Dothraki are not exactly known for their punctuality." Illyrio explained.

"I am his king! He will arrive on time or-"

"May I remind you, your grace, that you are not his king. Not until he actually agrees to marry Daenerys." Viserys pursed his lips and clenched his jaw. Illyrio was correct, and he knew it.

"Do you think he will like her?" Viserys asked, anxiety filling his voice as he took another sip of wine.

Illyrio took a deep breath, "If he doesn't, then we will certainly know it."

And chapter! Natsu is with Dany once again! I also will not have Lucy be captured by Viserys like in the original version of this story. I have something better in mind for her. Anyways, finally got the Natsu chapter to you guys! I apologize for the long wait. I work a labor job during the week and usually put in fifty to sixty hours a week, so time for writing is hard to come by. But school is coming up soon for me (Hopefully. Fingers crossed!). So with school I should actually get more time to write (Ironic right? The place that is supposed to keep me super busy will actually have me less busy, or at least less exhausted every day). Anyways, let me know what you guys think of this chapter! As always, I hope you all enjoyed! Have a nice day!