Prologue ~ When the days are cold

DISCLAIMER: well I obviously don't own fairytail

So this is my very first fanfiction (yay) I plan on writing more depending on how popular this gets. The title will be lyrics to a well known song so try to guess it :D I really don't want to deal with any hate so if you have something bad to say keep it to yourself! Anyways now that that's dealt with ON WITH THE SHOW!

It was raining and dusk had fallen.

Shouts and yells rose throughout the forest, causing the ravens and crows to take to the air. A young boy that looked to be the age of eight ran swiftly by, skimming low hanging bare branches and barely missing the dead tall pines that towered over him as he moved. There had been a drought for ten years and it took a large toll on the forest, so he should feel grateful for the pouring rain; but right now it was just a pain in the ass. His tattered cloak covered his face and it fluttered behind him as he left muddy footprints wherever he stepped. The rain blurred his vision and hung on his eyelashes. He looked up ahead at a tall mountain whose peak was hidden in the grey, stormy clouds and muttered under his breath;

"Almost there"

He looked down from the mountains and into his hand, where a small black key lay. The rain slowly trickled down the edges and along the chain, in which the key was connected to. It was absolutely breathtaking; the key was made out of the finest obsidian and was perfectly cut revealing a small dragon wrapped around the key. The dragon's eyes which seemed to glow with life were two blood red rubies that reflected the shadows lingering in the forest deeps.

"There he is!" footfalls echoed across the still forest air as they gained ground on the hooded kid. The boy quickly thrust the key into his pocket and started running again, his breathing heavy as he outpaced the soldiers.

Soon the young boy arrived at the base of the mountain. He started to climb up the jagged rocks that jutted out from the sheer rock face. After a few cuts and scrapes he became level with the tree tops and could see the flashes of purple that the soldiers wore through the foliage as they reached the edge of the forest. Just as he expected the soldiers that were chasing him emerged from underbrush.

Their royal purple cloaks swished around their feet as the wind picked up. The figure on the mountain quickly braced himself in order to fight the powerful wind that threatened to throw him off. As the wind died down he started to climb again expertly pulling himself along the smooth surface. His finely tuned hearing picked up the orders that were flying around the small army, and he was able to dodge the bullets that bounced along the rock face were he was just standing.

Round after round the bullets slammed into the spot were he just was standing. He looked down at the small purple specks that surrounded the cliff; they raised their guns and fired at him only to find the bullet falling short since he was so high up. The kid snickered under his breath before relaxing confident that no bullets could hit him. He started to resume his climb and had gone a good ten feet before a stray bullet came flying at top speed straight into his right arm. Warm scarlet blood ran down his arm and mixed in with the cold rain that fell.

"Damn" he hissed through his teeth as his other senses dulled but the bullet wound pain heighted to become almost unbearable. He allowed his arm to hang at his side he scaled the cliff one-handed.

After what felt like an hour of climbing the air became so thin he had trouble breathing and sweat glistened on his forehead. The blood had dried and caked over the wound and the sharp biting pain had dulled to become an annoying throbbing. He looked down and his head swam; he could no longer see the soldiers and the trees were a large sea of brown. The rain had stopped but that just left him soak to the skin. If he squinted hard enough he could see the blurred land mass of Fiore across the ocean but that was only because of his extraordinary vision. Fiore- he longed to visit someday but whenever he asked his father he was always turned down with a sharp "no."

He reached into his pocket and held the warm key. He dazed out until he shook his head and remember what his father told him to do and resumed his treacherous climb. He reached up and his fingered curled over the top of the cliff and he pulled himself up and was hit with a face full of hot air.

The mountain that he was climbing was hollow and filled half-way with molten lava. It bubbled and flowed thickly inside the volcano, and sparks and ashes flew with the strong air current that tugged at his cloak. The heat reminded him of his father and he had to fight back tears that threatened to fall.

"Reminds you of home doesn't it" a cruel voice said before being followed by a heartless laugh. The young boy's head jerked up at the sound and when he saw the speaker his eyes filled with hate and he started to growl; pulling the black key out of his pocket and held it to his heart.

"Now, now why don't you stop that dreadful growling and hand the key to me." He said his words hanging in the air. The man was dressed in a dark purple robe with red flecks' sprinkled along the sleeves and front. His hair looked bleached white, and his pale blue eyes had only one emotion showing- greed.

"You would only use it to hurt other people and make yourself more powerful." The young boy growled out at the man, putting all of his hate into those few words. The man just laughed it off and then looked the young boy in the eye thirst for power practically coming off of him "So what if a few people die." He smirked at the horrified expression on the kids face. "It's for the greater good; the kingdom of Fiore needs a better king the old man should have kicked the bucket ages ago." He drawled on "and it wouldn't just be me whose powerful, you of course already are." The man then threw off his cloak revealing expensive armor studded with sapphires and had a Z crossed an S etched into his chest plate. He drew his sword and raised it into the air as it reflected the warm glow of the lava into the night sky. The man raised his voice and yelled to the heavens "Soon the name of Zaros Steele will strike fear into the citizen's hearts!"

"I won't let you." The young boy once frozen in fear bravely stepped forward and threw off his cloak as well revealing pointed teeth and red eyes. But most noticeably was the dark reddish pink hair from which horns grew. He lashed his tail back and forth around his legs and raised his great dragon wings as if he was about to take flight. He pulled his clawed hand that held the small black key over the edge of the volcano so it was hovering over the bubbling lava.

Zaros's eyes widened in fear. "You wouldn't dare." he replied his voice shaking with fear as his only chance for power started to slip away. "I will and you know it; my father told me to and I plan on carrying out his final wish." The boy said his voice steady and mind clear. He raised his voice~

"I call upon the heavens and my brethren, seal the power of the Demon Dragon until the day my key is found. Commence the 99 seals!" the boy yelled into the stars, and let go of the small black key.

Time slowed down; the young boy's horns, tail and wings shrunk into his body until they disappeared completely. His teeth and claws retracted as his eyes turned black and his hair changed into a light shade of pink. The key still falling hit the lava with a small splash and then disappeared from sight. The boy pleased that he could carry out his fathers wish smile for the first time since is dad vanished. And that smile was the last thing Zaros saw before a blinding white light filled his vision as the island exploded.

And on that fateful day a few stars fell from the sky and disappeared. No one else noticed but one little girl who was looking out the window that night. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at the space those stars used to fill and her destiny was written.

Yea I know kind of bad right but if I get at least 5 reviews I promise I'll update

Now im pretty sure everyone knows who the boy is along with the little girl. Zaros Steele though he's the villain in this I made him up with help from a name generator and a stupid piece of steel/metal that I cut my self on earlier today.

I really hope you guy enjoyed this and remember I will update when I get at least 5 reviews :D (im sorry that my grammar sucks) and this is going to be nalu so haters plz leave. Natsu is going to be slightly calmer in this so yea.

SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER! ~ SilverSkye