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Natsu's pov:
I walk down the streets of Magnolia, hands in my pockets, passing all manner people and pets as I make my way to the street that leads to the path to my home.
"Yes…" Something whispers, a rumble of dark thunder in the form of a voice. "This is the beginning."
"This entire city must be purged…" Comes a familiar voice, sounding young, but gastly, as if a memory.
"I have been waiting for you," Comes the dark voice as the young voice speaks out "As your future king, I order you to purge this city!" "Young Prince."
I collapse to a knee, gripping my ears, the world around me falling away, with whispers of the word treason floating around me. "You are not my king yet boy, nor I would obey that command if you were!" Cries out an older voice, regal and wizened. Then my vision is taken over by unknown scenes.
"I am Narthisus," Comes a smooth and dark claim as the memory like voices speak in the distance, they younger one saying that the older is a traitor. "Your journey has just begun, young prince." "Treason?! Have you lost your mind, boy!?" Cries out an older man, a blue cloak covering his armored body.
"Those of you who have the will to save this land, follow me." Comes the young boy's voice comes from a black haired boy in a black coat with a white toga over it, yelling to a horde of silver warriors whom look like spartans, who all roar out in approval.
"You have just crossed a terrible threshold, Zeref." Comes out the older voice from the blue cloaked man. Then the pieces fall in place. The memory, the boy is Zeref, and I am watching his untold past.
"Gather your forces and meet me in the arctic land of the Northern Continent." Says the dark voice. "It is there that your true destiny will unfold. It is there, that Fairy Tail will end, and your friends that you lost shall die."
The dark presence leaves, but the memories continue. I watch as Zeref leaves with several ships filled with men, only for a boy to run up, the blue cloaked man rushing after the child in a brown blanket that covers everything. The whitened man throws off his cloak revealing similar silver armor with gold trim without the spartan helmet, and he hugs the boy.
"I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth if I have to, Zeref, do you hear me? To the ends of the earth!" The child bellows out. The pier he sits at the end of shakes. Then the memory swirls and begins anew, showing three figures looming over a parchment showing a sword.
"This man child, Zeref, took for himself a cursed blade." A female says, the figure that she was is apparently the tallest in the room, with a hooded red cloak covering her, but her dark brown skin visible underneath.
"Whomsoever takes up this blade will wield power eternal. Just as the blade rends flesh, so must power scar the spirit." Recites the shortest figure in the room, a bearded man in a winged and antlered helmet in a similar gold and silver armor but with a red cape instead. The image swirls and changes to Zeref grasping a handle of a sword in a tomb.
"I will give anything, or pay any price, if only you will help me save my people." He mutters, wrenching the blade free, holding up a long and vicious looking silver blade with runes etched into the center of the length of unholy silvery steel, with a fanged skull in the center of the crossguard and a pair of plated layers leading over to shield like skulls at the edge of each of the guards. The handle is black, and the metal is decorated a deep crimson and glows blood red and dark purple. He gives the sword an experimental swing before the memory fades.
Soon, I see the two of the three figures from before looming over a table, and suddenly the woman from before bursts in, out of breath.
"Zeref killed his own father!" She yells, to the shock of the other two, and myself. The image fades to Zeref walking closer to a grand castle, sword on back, thick black cloak liked with black fur over shoulders with skull like pauldrons over that, and silver and gold armor like the greater warriors with a black coat over it and his toga over that. His black hair is longer, and his eyes glow a steady red instead of their normal black.
"You no longer need to sacrifice for your people. You no longer need to bear the weight of your crown." A voice that sounds like his, but deeper, more demonic sounds out, and I realize it's in his head. The images blur forth. The memories swirl, as if fast forwarding.
They soon stop, showing Zeref looming over an elderly man. The man's silvery hair looks like an off shade salmon, and is donning a blue robe with white markings and white fur lining, with a silken gold shirt under that. A boy with light salmon hair is next to the throne the elder was wrenched off off, and is turning to run away, the child yelling for help.
"What is this? What are you doing my son?" Cries out the old man. I get whiplash from my realization of that this is the moment that Zeref kills his father.
"Succeeding you, Father." Snarls Zeref, plunging the sword through his father's throat.
The world shifts once more, and shows a city with white marble walls and towers, blue tiled roof tops, and gray stone paths and green and purple gardens that once was pure and holy, now ablaze, a banner with a gold trimmed black dragon on a blue background floating past Zeref as he looks over the city, screams of terror coming from it, as they mix with roars of what I assume are demons.
"No… Mercy. No… Survivors." He mutters under his breath, only to turn and see a girl, one who has long platinum blonde hair and wing like things coming from her hair, in a light pink robe.
"I'm sorry Zeref. I can't watch you do this." She says, shaking her head as she fades away. I recognize it as a Thought Projection, similar to Siegrain. The image fades, showing an earlier scene with a black eyed Zeref conversing with the smaller man from before.
"Forget this business! Lead your men home!" Pleads the dwarf like man, gesturing to the ships on the shore.
"DAMN THE MEN!" Shouts Zeref, backhanding the dwarf off a cliff, and watching him land on an outcrop into a underground sanctum which I can only describe as a underground necropolis.
"These memories trapped inside the Black Wizard are all that hold the Demons from the books Zeref from anilating the whole of Earthland." Claims the voice, which I recognize as Narth- Eh.. something… Im just gonna call him Narth from now on.
"Death seeps through me... Enveloping all that I touch." Comes the demonic voice of Zeref, the memories quaking and fusing together.
Suddenly, I see the boy from before, but all grown up, leering up at a more demonic version of the castle that Zeref burned down, with black bricks that looks smudged with ash and smoke, and with red banners flowing down the sides of the walls, all bearing a black figure with a dark blue border and symbols crawling up the figures body and ended with red eyes. The figure was a dragon. Acnologia.
"ZEREF! The blood of your father! Of your people!" Calls out the boy from before.
"All that I am. Anger. Cruelty. Vengeance." Mutters Zeref, but apparently not from this memory.
"Demands Justice!" The boy shouts, raising a sword up, and the man that held him back before advancing next to him.
"We will give you a swift death, Zeref. That is more than can be said for the thousands that you tortured and slaughtered." Shouts the second man.
"All…"
"Get him!" Shouts the second man, and a wave of men who were dressed in silver spartan armor with red and gold borders charge forth.
"Must…"
"Attack! Kill the black wizard!" The second man yells, fighting off a large boar headed beast with a body of a porcupine, wings of a bat, claws and arms of an eagle, the legs of a horse, and a tail of a seal. The boy swings a sword, taking off the fox head with lion mane of a gorilla bodied and elephant legged demon covered in long fur and spikes.
"DIE!" Comes the shout of Zeref, making the memories ripple into one, showing the armies that were fighting from before slain, with the boy wrapped in chains before Zeref, who had a book and his sword in hand.
"I suppose a welcome is in order." Claims Zeref, before gutting the boy with his sword, making the kid that was no older than I was when I went on my first mission with Lucy cough up blood, but dragged himself up the sword so he stared into Zeref's eye. The Black Wizard smirked and gripped the boy's throat and snarled,"So welcome… Insect of a brother. Welcome to my world. My kingdom of death and of demons, is now your tomb. Do better next time."
Then Zeref tosses the corpse of his brother into a gaping abyss, watching it deage into that of a toddler, and he walks in as well, not de aging or ageing. The world behind him crumbles, and he walks into a world I remember all too well. Home… where I met Igneel, and where I began my training as a dragon slayer.
And I see it. Zeref watched me, and after half an hour of interacting with Igneel, he walked to a nearby canyon where a set of ruins were. He lifted his sword, staring at the blade before throwing them within after whispering something I couldn't understand, and walked back through the portal to the past, when he left the world scarred.
Then he turns to me, as in the me who is obseving, not the me playing with the Fire Dragon King. He gives me a sickly grin before speaking.
"If you are seeing this, Natsu, it means you aren't strong enough to kill me, but you managed to escape. So, I am going to warn you… I am going to release the lesser races of the Dragons known as the Wyverns, Wurms, and Drakes. They are my way of training you." He pauses, before resuming his rant in a bored tone. "Don't bother asking anyone that isn't a Dragon Slayer for help. Drakes and Wurns are essentually Dragons with either lesser elements or none at all. Wyverns in this time are weak, but I will send the true Wyverns, Draconic Wyverns. These will test you, and aid me in the razing of your world and building of my empire, or it will help you swiftly reach the power needed to kill me."
And with that, he was gone.
Suddenly, I am back.
I'm still in the middle of the street. I am still in Magnolia. I am still hunched over like a dork. I am still like this… MOVE BODY, DAMN IT! MOVE!
I stand up suddenly, and walk off quickly, avoiding everyone's gaze. I need to take to the Dragon Slayers that are gathering at my home, now more than ever.
There you go folks! Yes, this the end of the chapter, and not Narthisus.
*You sure? You look like a dark and d-*
NO! NO SPOILERS! Also, shout out to LerksBadGeass. Awesome guy. Don't ask why I am including him here, I just like giving credit and praise where it is due.
*Anyways, voting is still going on. But it will end after… say… the 12th chapter.*
That means move it or lose it! Anyways, thanks for reading! And don't expect any more of these speedy chapters. They will be few and far inbetween.
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