Ember ↠ Natsu Dragneel

Chapter One

The Kingdom of Fiore. . . It's a well-built impartial country with a community of 17 million. It is a world filled with magic. Magic is looked upon as an everyday idol. It has become a part of daily life in Fiore. And some people use magic to make a living. These people are denominated as MAGES.

MAGES belong to numerous organisations and take jobs on request. Countless guilds have formed in this country. And there's a particular wizard guild located in a city which has in past times-- no, even now, it's still producing titles. . . Its name is FAIRY TAIL.

The Fairy Tail guild was an association filled with experienced wizards from across the country. The building was vast, like a temple to the members who were all reliant on their mentor. The inside held a sympathetic, comfortable environment with the members in deep conservation with each other. They were all content. They all seemed so close, it was like seeing a big family. Everyone was grinning and beaming. Nevertheless . . .

"STRIPPER BOY!"

"DRAGON BREATH!"

Currently, the guild members' foremost causes of entertainment were two boys, who looked to be in their teens, arguing. Based on looks alone, they seemed to be complete opposites. Both teens were giving each other ghastly scowls, their eyes blazing with indignation and some form of resentment. At the moment, it was only a verbal confrontation, the boys yelling insults as turbulent as they likely could.

One was a bold, intense young man of mediocre height with slightly tan skin, black eyes, spiky, salmon-pink-coloured hair and abnormally sharp canines. His red guild mark was located just below his right shoulder. His clothing consisted of a sleeveless, black waistcoat left open and untucked, exhibiting his bare chest, a gold-trimmed, black cloth wrapped around his waist that reached his knees and white, knee-length, baggy trousers with black ribbon ties. A thick black wristband on his left wrist, black, open-toed sandals and a scale-patterned scarf tied loosely around his neck completed his outfit.

The other's most conspicuous feature seems to be his spiky black coloured hair. He has dark blue eyes, and his body is toned and muscular. His outfit, for some reason, was only a pair of underpants, everything else was bare. His dark blue guild mark is below his collarbone on his pectoral muscle. The only garment he was wearing besides his underwear was a necklace which resembles a sword with a stone in it and a metal bracelet on his right wrist.

Aggressively, the teens clashed their foreheads together. After starting an affront, they would use their concentration to push the other back. The little habit went on a least a few more minutes before the pair let out a profound, imposing growl at themselves.

"THAT'S IT!" They both asserted before jumping back, creating a small amount of distance between themselves. The two stood in fighting positions, ready to turn the verbal fight into a physical one. Everyone that was watching either sat or stood very calmly over the situation because this was a "normal" thing to happen in this frenetic guild.

The salmon-haired teen inhaled a vast, voracious amount of oxygen to the point where his cheeks puffed out like those of a chipmunk. The temperature surrounding the young wizard began to rise slowly as he filled his lungs. The moment he was ready, he chanted, "Fire Dragon. . ."

His contender curled his hand into a strong fist and placed it within his palm. Compared to the pinky opposite him, the temperature dropped resulting in freezing cold mist to form. His expression was one of concentration as he also started to chant "Ice-Make". . .

Unexpectedly, a woman composed in armour stepped forward. She is a tall, very sumptuous young woman with long scarlet hair and dark brown eyes. She has a slim, extravagant figure with large breasts and her attire consists of a custom-made armour by Heart Kreuz smiths, a blue skirt, and black, knee-high boots. A pair of diamond-shaped earrings were cresting out from behind her hair. Her Fairy Tail stamp is blue and located on the middle of her left upper arm, which is partially overlaid by her shoulder plate. "Natsu and Gray, stop this indiscretion!" She ordered, however, it seemed the two wizards were too heated in their stare-down that they don't even hear the woman.

Before the boys could even think about finishing their spells, the woman coarsely seized a handful of their hair and simply banged their heads together with magnificent efficiency. An inadequate squeak left the boy's throats as their bodies fell to the floor. A resentful-looking burn on their foreheads.

"Why are you two so incapable of hearing and getting along?" The woman questioned, shaking her head, a hand resting on her hip.

"S...Sorry, Erza." They muttered inaudibly, their eyes spinning around and around from the dull, piercing agony they felt.

A select few members laughed at the boys' ineptitude, whereas others made their own comments towards them. They only groaned in acknowledgement. I suppose no family is ideal, especially this one. Everyone has their ups and downs, deficiencies and transgressions. As long as we correct them, nothing can go wrong. Right?

"We are now approaching Magnolia. The train will come to a stop in just a few moments. Please remain seated at this time." The attendant called throughout the cabin she was seated in. The young seventeen-year-old had slumbered off during her journey to the famous city. It had been her first time on her own.

"So this is Fairy Tail?" Camryn presumed to herself, as she looked up at the guild, her bag slung over her shoulder. She was amazed at how big the place was; she had imagined it to be much smaller.

"It's for the best, isn't it? I mean it's all or nothing, I guess." She walked along the stone-cobbled path that led to the guild's front doors. She was most certainly nervous, but she tried to contemplate what she was going to say next. As she held the handle to the guild's large, oak, door, she took a deep breath and opened it.