Igneel's Dream (It will be explained later why he looks like Natsu)

Igneel's Theme ->

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"There's nothing worse than being neglected... a lack of love is awful. Especially whenever you've experienced it before. Then it feels even worse, because you know what it feels like... just like getting over an addiction.... but you don't get over it."

-Jasmiin The Shadow Dragon

"There's been another dragon attack."

"Another one? That's the third one this week!"

"When is the army going to fix this problem?"

"They're dragons, moron, they can't just be wiped out over night!"

As the argument went on across the round table in the castle, a twelve year old boy with spiky pink hair and a scarf wrapped around his neck was playing with his action figures.

"Aw yeah, Fireface! Get Faceface before he gets the kingdom!" Igneel Dragneel said excitedly, slamming the figures into each other. Abruptly, though, he sat them down.

"This is boring." He grumbled. "When is Father going to come in here? He promised to help me on my swordsman skills!"

Igneel stood up, scowling. "Well, if he isn't gonna help me," he declared. "I'll just practice on my own!"

Igneel jogged to the weaponry, annoyance in his eyes. Although they had a larger house than others due to his father being the head knight, he still wished that said father would make time for his son.

I wonder if Uncle Acnologia would have played with me... He thought. This wasn't the first time he had thought of his mother's younger brother, who had disappeared ten years ago right after her parents and her older brother had died. The body was never found, so he was assumed dead. His mother had denied it, though, claiming that she would be able to feel it.

His mother- whose name was Aiko -was still alive, before you get ideas, she was just considered crazy. After a while, she had become obsessed with finding her brother, up to the point that she had attempted to kill Igneel whenever he has said he wondered if Acnologia had abandoned them.

"Crazy hag..." his father had commented as the Royal Guards had led Aiko into the woods to fend for herself.

It was soon after that Igneel's father- Daiki -had started to fight even more than he had been. Eventually, he had clawed himself to the top of the army, and had almost forgotten Igneel's name.

He'd even forgot his birthday a few times.

And if it wasn't for the servant, Hachiro, Igneel himself would have forgotten.

Daiki had always wanted Igneel to become a warrior, which is why he wanted to train him... even though he would forget. Most times, he had a soldier train him.... today was the first day in six months Daiki was supposed to help Igneel.

But, obviously, it wasn't.

Igneel groaned as he looked at the ceiling. The weaponry was locked.

You'd think Igneel would have the key, but Daiki didn't even trust him to leave the street by himself, because the last time he had even paid enough attention to notice his personality was whenever Igneel was eight. He hadn't an idea that Igneel was more mature... ish. Mature enough to get into the weaponry, though.

"Stupid moron." Igneel grumbled under his breath. "Why can't he just keep his word for once? I doubt he could even recognize me..." He shook his head. "Eh, whatever." He narrowed his eyes, imagining a dragon behind him.

The spiky haired boy turned on his heel, punching the air in front of him. "Ha! Take that, dragon! Your mother was a salamander!"

He performed a roundhouse kick, however his foot got caught on a chair. Igneel staggered as his ankle twisted, and crashed to the floor, unconscious.

Igneel opened his eyes. To his shock, he was in a forest fire. Where's the house!? And the village!? He thought as he saw the flames licking at his arms, in too much of a panic to realize he wasn't getting hurt.

He was wearing unfamiliar clothes, cotton cloth shirt instead of silk, and an oversize scarf around his neck.

Igneel ran in a random direction, the strange scarf fluttering behind him. He skidded to a halt. His jaw dropped as he saw a magnificent red dragon in front of him.

Instantly, every single fear vanished. Igneel grinned as his fists ignited in flame.

"This feels awesome!" He said cheerfully as the dragon walked closer, amusement in her golden eyes.

"I know it does, Iggy." She chortled. Igneel scowled.

"H-Hey! Don't call me that!! It's Igneel, the greatest Fire Dragon Bearer to ever live!" His eyes widened as he backtracked. "Besides you, of course! You're the greatest, Natsuko!"

Natsuko shook her head. "Calm down, Igneel. You're the greatest Fire Dragon Bearer.... I'm not a Dragon Bearer, obviously."

Igneel smiled bashfully and scratched the back of his neck. "Er, duh. Hehe...." He paused. "Hey, Natsuko, how old are you?"

"200 years old." Her answer was automatic. Igneel's eyes widened.

"That's really old!"

"I'm not old!" she huffed. "Igneel, 200 years to dragons is like thirty years to humans!"

"So... you're old."

Smoke flared from Natsuko's nostrils. "Igneel, if you don't stop I will make you swallow fire again."

Igneel gulped. He had only been training for six months, so eating fire still burned his throat. "That's totally unnecessary, super young lady dragon."

"That's better."

Igneel's eyes flickered to the night sky. "Hey, Natsuko, when can I go to war?"

"Eventually." The Dragon replied. "Not now, though... you can't stomach fire yet, and we haven't even started any Crimson Lotus moves."

Igneel groaned. "So? Weisslogia gets to fight!"

"Weisslogia has been training three more years than you have." Natsuko pointed out. "He knows more than you do."

Igneel huffed. "Fine..." He slammed his fists together, a magic circle forming around them. "Then let's get started!"