X773, A Deserted Mountain

"IGNEEL!" with a cry that bordered on a roar, the small seven year old boy launched himself at his mentor and father, tears of joy leaked down his face as he was reunited with his father. The moment was soon ruined when Natsu finally noticed the shift in his centre of mass, and proceeded to topple over in a comical fashion, if the chuckles emitting from Igneel's mouth were anything to go by.

Igneel then went on to help his son up, just to smack him back down with quite some force, when his foot was lifted, there was a Natsu shaped hole in the ground.

"BOY! DID YOU MESS WITH TIME? DON'T EVEN BOTHER LYING I CAN SENSE THE CHANGE IN YOUR MAGIC, IT HAS NEARLY DOUBLED SINCE YESTERDAY." Igneel roared at his son, looking on as Natsu slowly climbed up out of the hole he was put in. He was expecting Natsu to shiver and stutter out all of his words, or possibly cry and beg forgiveness, what he did not expect was for Natsu to ignite his hands and give him a mighty right hook that caused even a powerful dragon to take a few steps back.

Natsu however was furious, the first time he had seen Igneel in seven years and he gets smacked around and accused of messing with time. When he had first caught sight of his father he thought he was dreaming but then he felt the around him, it was hot, too hot for most to handle and knew that this was real. Punching his father felt good, the old codger deserved it, and it almost felt like old times. However while his reunion with his father went quite well, he was curious as to why he had fallen over.

So he looked down…

…and promptly screamed when he saw he was a midget…

…and proceeded to run around like a headless chicken.

All the while Igneel watched on in amusement as he saw his son's reaction to himself, but then stopped when he realised how old his son would have to have been in order to react that badly to seeing yourself in a smaller body. 'Quite old.' The dragon mused to himself, forgetting about his son, until Natsu ran head first into his leg which knocked himself out. 'Natsu, my son, you may have grown up, but you will never change.' Igneel thought to himself fondly, remembering instances like these in the past, and wondering if there were going to be any in the near future.

Igneel then picked Natsu up and carried him to the makeshift bedroom they had made when he first brought him to his home. There were wasn't much (what did you expect, he's a dragon), there was a bed, an extremely comfortable bed according to Natsu, in the colour red, in the far corner. A small red rug placed in the centre, a few posters lined the walls, and much to his amusement one of them was a bikini clad women sitting on a motorcycle. 'When was that there, I'm sure it wasn't there last week.' Igneel shook the thoughts away and continued gazing around the room, opposite the bed was a bookshelf that was collecting dust, a sigh was all the reaction needed to that. The window was in the shape of Igneel's foot, and the door was in the shape of his entire body to allow him the ability to enter fully, without bringing down the mountain.

When Natsu was tucked in, Igneel cast one more look around the room before leaving to gather supplies. He had just launched himself into the air when he felt the presence of something nearby, something very strong. He wondered who it was as he felt that the power was familiar somehow, but he could not place a name to it. Just as he was about to fly off he heard the voice, a feminine voice.

"Hello Igneel, it's been a long time, a very long time indeed."

The reaction from the mighty dragon king was amusing to say the least, instead of roaring angrily at being addressed so casually, or even huffing in annoyance, he hastily flew towards the ground and knelt in respect, as he had recognised that voice. As there was one dragon that you never messed with, one that even Acnologia himself would dare not fight, for fear of his life, she was known to them by many names, The First One for example, she stayed in a mountain none travelled to, known as a little bit of a recluse. Yes it was true, the Time Dragon, Primitus, had arrived.

The first dragon is well known in dragon culture, described as the perfect dragon, she is powerful, some say power itself. Large, stretching at just over 70 metres not including the tail. Thick grey scales that did not have a single scratch on it, evidence of its effectiveness. Sharp spikes that travelled the length of her spine, starting at the base of her neck and finishing at the end of the tail. Pure black eyes, and to finish it off a wingspan of nearly 140 metres.

Pretty impressive.

"Primitus, w…what are you doing here? You rarely come out of your home, what could possibly be bring you here?" Igneel asked with a small stutter.

"I have come here due to my 'element' being used." The powerful dragon stated, in an almost emotionless manner (AN: imagine Koneko's voice from High school DXD).

Igneel's eyes widened in shock as he realised what she meant, his son had travelled backwards in time, his son had come from the future, he had only been joking when he said that, he didn't realise that it was true. 'Well, that does explain why his magic power has almost doubled and his reaction to seeing me, and to himself.' He thought to himself with a small amount of amusement. 'Yet that doesn't explain how he travelled through time.'

"Primitus, do you know how my son travelled through time?" Igneel asked.Primitus had a thoughtful look on her face before her face became one of shock.

"It is possible for living organisms to travel through time when the amount of magic power that is put out is equal to or greater than a certain limit, the limit itself is not known for the exact amount would be near impossible to calculate, but it is known that it is very high, enormously high." Primitus explained causing Igneel to have the same socked look on his face that Primitus herself had.

Then he collapsed into la la land as his consciousness drifted away from being told that his son had a very high amount of magical power. Primitus stared at the King Fire Dragon as he just laid there with a glazed look in his eyes.

Now let it be known that for all of her life Primitus had kept up a normally stoic face, but she never once laughed. Her lips twitched upwards as she fought for control of her emotions. Then suddenly Igneel sprang up like an enthusiastic five year old who was told they were going to Disneyland, sprouting off how his son was the most powerful… …that was as far as he got because when he went up, he never stopped, and thus knocked himself out on the ceiling.

This was too much for the Time Dragon as she burst out laughing at the childish antics of the dragon, over the magical potential inside the boy he had raised since he was five (AN: I do not know if this is true but in my story it is.). Primitus quickly regained control of her emotions, glad that there was no one around during her brief laughing fit.

Five minutes later, when Igneel had returned form unconsciousness, the two dragons were talking very seriously with each other about what they should do. Well, really Primitus was demanding answers from Igneel, which he could not answer due to lack of knowledge on what could possibly have happened. After another half hour of which the same happened Natsu walked into the main part of the cave to see his father on the floor with comical anime tears running down his face, whimpering as he was repeatedly knocked on his head from a strange dragon he had never seen before. As soon as Igneel caught sight of him he scrambled to get away from the grey dragon and stood over him with manic glee, clearly written across his face. That was until a cough broke their little stair down.

Igneel straightened up and looked seriously at his adoptive son.

"Natsu, Son, we need you to tell us everything you can possibly remember after X777."