A year went by and still nothing. They searched everywhere, put flyers up, and went on long-term missions. They even drove themselves to breaking points.
But they just couldn't find him.
Today, everything changed.
'They found me,' He grits his teeth as he opens his eyes and sees the people who were trying to 'rescue' him. "You think I'm a fool enough to fall for another trick like this?!" He roared, standing up on his own two feet and throwing a punch at the redhead with such inhuman speed - she went flying unable to grasp what happened.
"Don't make a fool out of me!" He spat, growling at the group who stared at him in shock. "Go back to where you came and leave me alone before I kill you-"
"Natsu, my boy." A gruff voice sliced through his sentence, interrupting him with cold anger. An old man stepped forward from behind the group. He was short, with white spikey hair, and held a staff that was taller than him. "That is enough. We have come to take you home, now be a good lad-" He closed his eyes and hummed for a second before screaming at the salmon-haired man. "AND COME HOME TO US!" He threw his staff to go hit him in the head, but the man avoided it and a black orb of magic appeared in his hand.
He shouted a dark magic spell but before he could cast it fully, he blacked out.