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         Pain–not such a foreign emotion in the Universe. Every being has experienced pain, it is simply a part of life. But, there are different levels of pain one can experience. Physical pain is trivial, it might be crippling enough for you to fall, but eventually it will subside. Physical pain is easy to combat, whether it be with medicine or surgery, or even just time itself to make it fade into past days. These are all bearable options in which to deal with wounds of the flesh, but there are other kinds of pain that aren’t as easily fixable. They fester and boil, surrounding your very being. They are–

                                                                 –Wounds of the heart.

        These particular wounds are rather difficult to deal with/and or heal. They don’t posses a physical form, they are merely psychological, but wouldn’t you say a wound that cannot be healed is the more lethal? Emotions are the downfall of man, and some may cripple the strongest people ever witnessed. Sadness will bring you down to size, and kick you when you’re down. Anger and rage will make you do unspeakable things, just to get your revenge. Loss will make you regret everything you’ve done up to this point, and make you wish for a way out of the pain. That’s where we find Fairy Tail’s Salamander–The death of his Father still fresh in his mind.

       On the outskirts of Magnolia, there was a very quiet mountain range where a certain Dragon Slayer found comfort in. The male sat perched on the very top, talons hanging over the edge without hesitation. Claws resting at both sides, not making any effort or indication of enthusiasm. The bandage that adorned the boy’s arm slowly unraveling, due to the neglect of bandage change. Cold optics stared down at the battle worn ground below, it had been completely destroyed by the Salamander previously, a training session being taken over by anger and hatred of how weak he felt.

       Salmon tresses soon trailed into view, and yet still no utterance of any kind of bother. The boy was lost in complete thought, that fateful moment playing over and over within the skull like a bad horror movie. There they were, two power house Dragons, brawling in the sky for the fate of humanity. Natsu was in the middle of fighting Mard Geer with Gray, Sting, and Rogue, who ended up winning evidently, before Zeref’s appearance. Hearing the cries of anguish from his Father, Natsu began to run as fast as he could to the desired area. But, what was he supposed to even do in the first place? Acnologia nearly destroyed his family before on Tenroujima, and now he was here to finish the job. Igneel and the others showed up just in time, but…

       “–I’m weak.” The boy muttered to himself, liquid anguish soon starting to spill from cold, emotionless optics. Pink tresses casting a shadow over his face, as if the entire universe wanted his entire existence shunned at the moment. Claws soon digging into the dirt underneath, a mild shaking began to set in throughout the boy’s body. The rubble below the Dragon soon began to soak with his tears, canines beginning to grind in complete anger.

        “–You died because I was weak.” He repeated, this time on a slightly higher octave. Without warning, a bandaged claw soon rose, only to fall at twice the speed in an impressive punch. The entire mountain began to shake under his frustration, which still didn’t satisfy his quench for power. 

         No Guild, No Father, No Friends…everything was taken from him in such a short time. It was honestly overwhelming, and some days seemed like they would never end, like now. Fairy Tail was gone…Igneel was gone…Lucy, Erza, Wendy, Gray, Mirajane, Gajeel, Juvia, Laxus, Gramps, Levy, Macao, Jet, Droy, Reedus, Romeo, Bisca, Alzack, Asuka, Gramps, Charle, Lily, Freed, Evergreen, Bixlow, Wakaba…everyone besides his Partner…gone. This was a tragic journey of the Salamander, but one that needed to happen. He had to get stronger.

        Suddenly, the boy began to rise from the ashes. Claws traveling to wipe the tears that managed to slip past a strong resolve. Slight whimpers managed to peek, but were shut down soon after. Soon enough, this Dragon Hunter was back on both feet, hands clenched into powerful fists. His neck swung back, mouth gaping open, sharpened canines now visible for the entire world, right before letting off a rather large Fire Dragon’s Roar attack up into the sky, his entire body now showing that usual enthusiasm once again.

       “–I will become stronger. I swear on the heart beating in my chest, I will surpass even your strength Igneel, and then–” He paused. Slowly setting his neck back into position, the most vile, anger inspired look came over the Dragon Slayers face while thinking of the Dragon that caused all this anguish in his very heart.

“I’m coming for you, Acnologia!!”