Annie: Hey, everyone. This is a rewriting version of chapter four. Hey, Just2protect!

Just2protect: Nani, Ani? (What, Annie?)

Annie: what would you think IF Makarov though in his head that he is going to have a heart attack after everything Atlas's explains everything to him?

Just2protect: Ok. yea. That might seem funny. ^.^

"You're lying!" Natsu screamed as his fist burst into flames.

"I know what happened! You killed him so you could take the title of King of the Fire Dragons for yourself!" Natsu roared as he attempted to punch Atlas, only to grow more frustrated as the elder dodged his attacks.

"FIRE DRAGON IRON FIST!" Atlas grabbed Natsu's wrist before he could attack and aimed the boy's fist towards the cave's ceiling so he didn't hurt anyone.

"Natsu, a dragon will never lie to you. And nor will I. But your father told me that I was to look after you until he came back and that he left for your own safety. Believe me, my boy, there are some horrors in this world that even your father and I fear. But your father left to become stronger so that when he returns to you, what we fear will die." Natsu began to yank on his arm, trying to free himself from Atlas' grip. He began to kick and shake his head, making the tears he was failing to hold back fly off his cheeks and make his hair stick to his cheeks. Atlas bent down and wrapped his arms around the boy and held him comfortingly as he cried.

"He didn't even say good-bye…" Natsu hiccupped. Atlas hugged his Prince and rubbed up and down his back until the boy's crying began to cease.

"I know it's painful, but you're the son of Igneel and whether he's here or not, you need to show exactly what that means. Now stand up straight and set your jaw right, my boy." Atlas said as he stood up and patted Natsu's shoulder. The boy nodded and swallowed thickly before wiping the shiny tear tracks from his face and standing up straight.

"That's a good lad. Now, Igneel left a few things for you." One by one, Atlas handed Natsu the packages Igneel had left for the boy. The first one was a cloak made from a skin Igneel had once shed that wrapped around Natsu's neck and hung to brush against the backs of his heels as he walked. There were hard scales that had come out during the shedding process that now rested on his shoulders like bits of red armor. The second was a shield that Natsu could wear almost like a travel pack on his back made of Igneel's talons over the years. The third was a long beautiful sword that was roughly as long as Natsu's own arm. The pale steel glimmered in the light, almost looking white like one of Igneel's horns. Right where the blade met the hilt, Natsu could make out the tiny lines of blue-grey dragon scales, holding the blade in place. His finger slid up and down the flat of the blade, feeling ancient runes that most likely only Igneel knew the meaning of, the text was so old. The hilt was made of pure gold with a bright red ruby on the end roughly the size of an infant's fist. The fourth was a golden crown that looked like a pure band covered in swirling vine-line designs. In between the raised gold were innumerable rubies that glimmered and shone in the light. On the front was the symbol of the Fire Dragon Prince. Natsu traced the inside of the band with his finger, stopping when he came to an engraved portion. He turned the crown over and could just see a name engraved inside the ring of gold.

"Natsumi…Who's Natsumi?" Natsu asked. Atlas stood straight and sighed.

"Natsu…you're not the first child of Igneel. Natsumi was Igneel's daughter from the Queen of the Earth Dragons, Gaia, a long time ago."

"Where is she then?" Wouldn't she have more of a right to this than me?" Natsu asked, holding up the crown. Atlas pursed his lips and sighed.

"She's dead, Natsu. She was killed when she was around the same age you were when you were kidnapped a few years ago. The demon your father fears is responsible. After that, Igneel was never quite the same. But once Igneel returned to himself, was the day he gained a newborn baby boy he named Natsu." Atlas moved past Natsu and the boy hugged the symbol to his chest and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying again. He could smell a slight scent of earth and fire on the ring, almost like a foreground to a sweet, yet salty smell that Natsu knew to associate with a young creature. But the scent was old. He missed his dad. Igneel had never told him of the dragon having any other children, but by how big the dragon had been, Natsu could've worn the crown as a ring had he been born a dragon, not turned into a hybrid. If he was a proper dragon's son, maybe then Igneel wouldn't have left him. Atlas left the boy on his bed while the elder began to pack their supplies. Natsu hugged the crown and sword to his chest, the cloak and shield secured on his shoulders, and curled into himself as best he could.

"Wherever you are Dad, I'm going to find you and bring you back home. No matter what it is you're afraid of, it can't hurt me. I've got you and Uncle Atlas, and I know as long as I have my family, nothing and no one will ever be able to hurt me." Atlas packed tow large packs full of dried meats, cloth from Natsu's bed, and large skins fashioned into perfect containers to carry water and the two left the cave behind them. Natsu walked along behind Atlas, eyes cast down so he could see Atlas' feet as they walked. Atlas knew this was hard on Natsu. Through his whole life, Igneel's cave had been the only home he'd ever known and now he was forced to abandon it. But the two walked on in silence. The sun was nearing its highest point when Atlas came to a sudden stop, causing Natsu to bump into him and be knocked onto his rear from the force. The boy's water-skin burst under the sudden weight, soaking his pants through.

"We know you're there!" Atlas called as he turned and pulled Natsu to his feet.

"Show yourselves!" Out of the trees, a gang of men wearing dark cloaks emerged. Natsu could smell something pungent that made his stomach churn as the men came closer and he moved to hide behind his uncle.

"Our apologies, kind sir." one man said as he came closer to the two than his comrades.

"We are, but humble performers looking for work. Do you know of a town nearby in which we could make a living?"

"I'm afraid not." Atlas said, shaking his head.

"My nephew, brother and I were the only ones to live around these parts until recently. We are headed for a town ourselves, but I fear there is nothing around for miles." The man grinned wickedly and Natsu's stomach churned again.

"Then there'll be no one to hear you scream!" he said. Atlas dropped his pack, threw off his traveling cloak and yanked out his own sword, pointing it at the man's throat. The other men began to draw near.

"Have you any idea with whom you're dealing?"

"A bunch of snot-nosed punks who think they're tough for ganging up on an old man and a child." Atlas sneered.

"We're the Dark Guild, Titan's Heel! Attempt to mess with us and we'll crush you underfoot!" The man yelled, seemingly having no fear of Atlas' sword as his Guild Mates came closer.

"Natsu, run! Now!" Atlas ordered. Without delay, Natsu obeyed.

"Get him you fools!" the leader yelled as Atlas pulled his sword back and struck the man in the chest with the hilt, knocking him to the ground. Natsu ran as fast as he could, jumping over logs, rocks and roots as he could and ducking this way and that. He could hear some of the Dark Guild members following him and that made him run even faster. Suddenly, a tree appeared in his path so suddenly, he couldn't stop his running and ran right into the trunk.

"Oh no! Why couldn't I have found a cave or something to hide in?!" But he didn't stop against hard bark. Instead he skidded a few feet and caught himself on his hands on a soft floor. He looked behind him as a door shut on the forest, closing Natsu inside. The son of Igneel stood up and brushed himself off before looking around. The room was filled with honeycomb-shaped shelves, save for the wall he'd just come in from. About half of the honeycombs were closed off by a small wooden door with a knot-shaped knob in the center. The floor, ceiling and the bare wall were dark red in color. The door was marked only by the golden doorknob the protruded from the wall. Natsu set down his pack and began to look around. All the honeycombs were empty but those that had small doors turned out to be drawers and just as empty. Once his exploration was done, Natsu promptly sat down, only to jump up again when he realized his pants were still soaked through.

"I wish I had a dry pair of pants already," he muttered. One of the drawers off to his side began to glow and he moved over and pulled it open to reveal a pair of pants very similar to the ones he already wore, save for the emblem of the Fire Dragon Prince stitched into the bottom of the right leg. Natsu quickly changed and replaced his wet pants in the drawer.
He sat back down and pulled his pack back over to him and pulled it apart, going through everything inside it once more. True he had other clothes, but he had no idea how long this trip was going to be and he'd prefer not to have had to stick his wet pants into his pack. He pulled out a scarf Igneel had given him once and pulled it around his neck. He looked over the gifts his father had left again and smiled as he pulled out the sword from its sheath again. Gently, he took a corner of a blanket and began to clean the blade gently. He lost himself in the motions and soon enough, found himself remembering times when he was younger and he'd play around on his father's back and near his horns while the dragon sunbathed.

"Natsu!" The boy was pulled from his memories by his uncle's calls and he quickly repacked his pack and opened the door. Right outside, Atlas stood, looking at the boy with wide eyes and his sword still drawn.

"You called Uncle Atlas?" Natsu asked as the door shut behind him. Atlas looked from the boy to the tree he'd emerged from.

"How did you do that?" he asked.

"Do what?" Natsu asked as he turned back to the tree and pushed on the trunk, reopening the door.

"That?" Atlas nodded.

"That's not an ability one usually sees among Dragon Slayers," The elder said gently.

"It's an Abyss Room."

"A what?" Natsu asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

"An Abyss Room is a very special type of magic. You literally have your very own piece of another dimension in which to store what you wish. And while in there, anything of your imagination can become reality."

"Like my pants," Natsu noted, tugging on the clothes.

"My last pair were soaked because my water-skin burst and I wished for a dry pair and these showed up in one of the drawers." Atlas nodded.

"So long as it is not a living thing, it will become reality in the confines of that room. And the best part is, you can open it wherever you wish. Even in midair without the need for a wall or tree such as this once you've practiced enough."

"Really?!" Natsu cheered. Atlas nodded.

"Let's store our packs in here and carry on. The loss of weight will allow us to travel much more freely and we'll be less likely to be targeted by anymore Dark Guilds or bandits."

"What happened to that Dark Guild anyway?" Natsu asked as he did as instructed and set his pack inside the room. Atlas put other stuff in as well and Natsu was confused by this as he never saw his uncle have them before.

"I had taking care of them by myself and tied them up when these men in blue and white appeared, declaring themselves to be the Rune Knights, working under the Magic Counsel. As for this things, I...Sort of stole them from their guild as it was really close by and when we find a home for us, we'll be using them." Atlas explained as he set his own pack inside and Natsu shut the door.

"The Rune Knights?" Natsu asked.

"Yes. They're the enforcers of the law the Magic Counsel arranges for people like you and me. Humans would call us wizards at this point." Natsu nodded, understanding.

"Because of the work I did, the Knights gave me directions to the nearest wizarding guild and some money to afford some things in town."

"Money?" Natsu asked as he and his uncle began on their way again.

"Yes. Humans use a method of trade in which they give paper known as Jewels in exchange for whatever they want, such as food, supplies, books and the like. But the items have a certain number of Jewels that must be traded in order to acquire them, do you understand?" Natsu nodded.

"Humans are weird," he noted.

"Exchanging paper for food?" Atlas nodded and continued to explain various things about humans that were different than dragons, such as how humans could earn more Jewels by doing work, and how most of that work was found in guilds and how a guild was supposed to be like a family. By the time the elder ended his lesson, they came to the doors of a tall building with the words "Fairy Tail" written above the door in blue-purple letters.

"And this is the Guild Hall," Atlas said, chuckling some when he saw Natsu's mouth hanging open and his eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets.

"It's a castle!" Natsu cheered excitedly. Atlas released a laugh and nodded.

"It very well could be. Now come, we should go inside." Atlas opened the door and Natsu ducked behind his uncle at the sight of mostly adult men inside. A few younger children were walking about as well but the men were what made Natsu hide, still remembering the ones who'd initially kidnapped him so many years ago and those who'd only recently attacked Igneel and Atlas. Of the children, he could see a dark-haired boy with the Guild's emblem marked on his upper right chest and for some reason, he was walking around in nothing more than his blue underpants. A young girl with brown hair tied up in a ponytail wearing an orange dress was sitting on top of the table, watching as two girls, a redhead and another with white hair, were grabbing at each other's hair and clothes and yelling at each other. The redhead was dressed in silvery armor and the white-haired girl was dressed in a dark tank top that showed off her navel, a pair of matching shorts and high boots that were black. Not far off from the fighting girls was a young boy in a blue suit with a red bowtie who was watching the girls nervously and another white-haired girl in a pink dress who was smiling so broadly, her eyes were closed.

"Can we help you?" Natsu turned to see an older man with white hair and a matching moustache wearing an orange-and-purple-striped suit with a matching hat that split into two almost taking on the appearance of antennae. In his hand was a long staff with a pink smiley face at the top.

"We're looking for the Master of this Guild," Atlas said.

"You're looking at him. The name's Makarov Dreyar. New recruits?" Atlas nodded.

"My name is Atlas Flame and this is my nephew, Natsu Dragneel." Natsu bowed his head politely to the Master.

"Nice to meet you two. If you're joining you'll need emblems. I have the stamp in my office."

"If I may, Master, I'd like to discuss a few things with you about mine and Natsu's magic." The Master nodded and gestured for Atlas to follow him.

"Natsu, why don't you go say hello to the children over there and try making a new friend?" The boy nodded and did as told.
The girls' fighting was getting louder and some of the adults were looking over in concern.

"Maybe I should break them up?" Natsu murmured to himself. "After all, they could seriously hurt each other." As he neared the girls, a hand came out and grabbed his shoulder, Reaching for his sword, Natsu turned to see the dark-haired boy looking at him curiously.

"Where were you going?" he asked.

"To break those two up," Natsu said, gesturing towards the girls. The boy shook his head.

"Trust me, you don't want to do that. Erza and Mira fight like this all the time. When bones start breaking and teeth go flying, then you can get worried. Why don't you sit down here with me?" Natsu sat down by the boy.

"I'm Gray by the way," the dark-haired boy said, extending his hand to Natsu. "Gray Fullbuster."

"Natsu Dragneel," Natsu said as he shook Gray's hand before setting his sword on the table. He noticed Gray had a plate of browned chicken and Natsu's stomach gave a tiny growl. "Sorry to ask but…" Gray pushed his plate between himself and Natsu.

"Go ahead. I can never finish the plate anyway," Gray said with a smile. Natsu smiled back and the two began to eat.

"So where'd you get that sword?" Natsu patted the sheath tenderly.

"My dad had it made for me. He was actually a dragon." Gray's jaw dropped.

"No way!"

"Yes he was!" Natsu said excitedly.

"What was it like?!" Gray asked, practically trembling with excitement. Atlas shut the door securely behind him as Makarov took a seat on his desk.

"Now then. You wanted to explain yours and Natsu's magic?" Atlas nodded as he took a seat.

"Before that sir, there is something you'll need to know. I'm not human by birth. In fact, I'm really a Fire Dragon, the last subordinate of Igneel, King of the Fire Dragons." Makarov's eyes widened.

"What?"

"It's a complicated story sir. Igneel had to leave in order to protect Natsu from a creature who's name even dragons fear to speak. Thus, Natsu, the Prince of the Fire Dragons, has been left in my care until his father returns. Makarov nodded.

"And your magic?"

"As you can see, I use a kind of Transformation magic. But I also can use Fire magic and Hellfire Magic. Natsu though is another story. He is able to use Fire Dragon Slayer magic." Makarov's eyes widened again and Atlas could smell a different kind of surprise from the old man.

"I take it…you know of this magic on a more personal level?"

"Yes. But not Fire Dragon…My grandson, Laxus, can use Lightning Dragon Slayer magic." Atlas' eyes widened.

"Lightning Dragon Slayer?" he thought to himself. 'Does this boy have some connection to…her?'

"That's very interesting," Atlas voiced. The Master nodded.

"Two dragon slayers and a dragon, if I didn't know better I'd say the Guild's name should be changed to something involving Dragons." Atlas threw his head back and laughed as the Master grabbed a stamp from his desk. Atlas rolled up his sleeve to reveal his bicep and let the Master imprint the emblem on his skin. It tingled some but it wasn't painful or even bothersome.

"Now then, let's get that nephew of yours."

"Also…Natsu isn't just a dragon slayer," Atlas pointed out as the Master hopped down from his desk and headed for the door and Atlas rolled his sleeve down.

"Igneel used Blood Fusion on the boy some time ago. Before that, he was learning at an incredibly slow pace but now, he's probably one of the strongest Dragon Slayers I've seen that are his age." Makarov was silent.

'All these surprises are going to give me a heart attack!' Makarov thought to himself.

"I see. So the boy's a dragon hybrid?" Atlas nodded and hummed his agreement.

"And there are other slayers?"

"As far as I know…only your grandson was the one no one knew about. Aside from him and Natsu…there's probably…four others? Yes, four." Atlas said with a nod as he headed to the door and back towards where Natsu was sitting. Natsu began telling about Igneel, how he'd learned to read and write from the dragon, how he'd been kidnapped and how he began to learn Dragon Slayer Magic from Atlas. Gray looked almost ready to pass out when he learned Atlas was a dragon as well. As Natsu was speaking, neither boy noticed the red-haired girl, Erza, walking up towards them, eyes locked on the hilt of Natsu's sword. She reached forward and wrapped her hand around the hilt. She jerked her arm back, bumping Natsu's arm with it.

"Hey!" Before Erza could do anything, the sword vibrated in her hand before a shower of sparks burst from the point where the blade and hilt connected, a few landing on Erza's sleeve and catching it on fire and the girl screamed.

"Erza!" Gray yelled in concern. Natsu reached forward and ripped the sleeve off at the shoulder and stuffed the entire thing in his mouth. Everyone in the guild was watching him with widened eyes as he swallowed the fire and snatched his sword away from a stunned Erza.

"Let that be a lesson, girlie; don't touch my stuff again, got it? At least not without my permission." Natsu put the sword back on his belt and looked around at the stunned looks everyone was giving him. He bit his lip a little.

"What the heck was that?" asked another boy. This one was a teenager with midnight-black hair and onyx-black eyes.

"That was simply Dragon Slayer Magic that I taught Natsu myself." Atlas said as he and Master Makarov reappeared at the top of the stairs.

"There's a number of types of Slayer Magic; Air, fire, earth to name a few. But Natsu works best with fire, allowing him to use fire as an attack and to eat fire when the situation requires it. Understand?"

"That's so cool!" Gray cheered, practically jumping in his seat. Natsu looked towards him, surprised.

"You think so?" Gray nodded vigorously.

"Yea! Dude, you can eat fire! Really real fire! And you act like it's nothing at all! That's so cool!" Natsu's face went redder than his hair as he reached up the rub and the back of his neck nervously.

"It's not nearly as cool as what Uncle Atlas can do," he said quietly.

"No way dude! That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!" Natsu smiled bashfully as Atlas smiled at his nephew gently.
The guild doors opened with a creak and in stepped a teenage boy with spikey blonde hair and dark grey-blue eyes wearing a black long-sleeved shirt under a yellow t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans and combat boots. He had a pair of headphones on that had a spike on each side and over his right eye was a lightning-bolt-shaped scar. He had a traveling pack slung over his shoulder and marched right up to Makarov and handed him a piece of paper.

"How did it go, Laxus?" the old man asked.

"Fine. Nothing too major," the boy reported before he dropped his pack at the end of the table where Natsu and Grey were sitting at and sat down. Natsu looked down the table and the boy looked Atlas over.

"New member?" he asked, extending his hand.

"Laxus Dreyar, I'm the Master's grandson."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Atlas Flame. And down the table there is my adoptive nephew, Natsu Dragneel." Laxus glanced down the table and Natsu waved. Laxus waved back.

"Nice to see this place filling up again. And nice to meet the both of you." He said with a smile.

Annie: That's the rewriting chapter of chapter four. I added a couple of things here and there to make it a little bit better.

Just2protect: I can't wait to start chapter five.

Natsu: Oi, Why have this shit happen?!

Both me and Just2protect: THAT'S IT, FLAME HEAD FIRE BREATH! DEATH DRAGON ROAR!

Natsu: *X.X*

Both again: Ja Ne! ^-^