"Always, it ends the same... candles, colors, books, mission, powers, hero, ending, ever after.... mostly."

-Unknown

Two weeks later, Igneel shot out of bed, his dream completely forgotten.

It was his birthday, and Igneel wanted to see if his father had made good on his promise to come and visit.

Hachiro, the ginger butler, smiled as the thirteen year old came crashing down the hall. "Happy Birthday, Master Igneel!" He said cheerfully.

No matter how many times Igneel had tried to get Hachiro to just call him 'Igneel', he had always refused, wanting to sound professional.

Hachiro held out a box to the boy, and Igneel ripped off the lid. His eyes widened.

"A new slipper!" He said excitedly, holding the fuzzy blue shoe into the air. "Awesome!" He paused. "Did Father arrive yet?"

Hachiro's face fell. "Well, you see, the King requested his presence for a Royal dinner..."

Igneel clenched his fist. "He skipped, again!? For some stupid dinner!?" He gritted his teeth. "That... that... that..." Tears blurred his vision. "That bastard!!"

Hachiro reached out a hand to comfort Igneel, but he turned away.

Igneel darted out of the house, still in silk shorts and bare chest. His lungs were burning, and his feet were stinging on the rocky ground. However, Igneel ignored all of this.

"Hey, Kid!" Daiki yelled cheerfully. "I've returned!"

However, Igneel was on the ground, tears pouring from his eyes. He was ten, and his father had missed both his birthday and his wrestling contest with the former champion.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Igneel looked up.

"You forgot!" He wailed.

Fast forward, Igneel was eleven. He was glaring at his father.

"Igneel, what is wrong with you!?" Daiki asked furiously.

Igneel clenched his fists. "What's wrong?" He screamed. "You forgot!!! Again!!!"

Igneel roared as he crashed into the forest, thorns scraping at his face and sides. He had never gotten this angry before.

But I'm sick of it.

Igneel splashed through a stream, stepping on a water snake. Usually, Igneel was terrified of snakes, but he didn't care. He just wanted to run.

Suddenly, though, Igneel smacked into a wall.

He shook his head, looking up, noticing he had slammed into a stone wall. It had vines growing around it. It clearly hadn't been used in a while.

Igneel frowned, walking around to the entryway. He hesitated. Should he go in? What if it was cursed? Shaking off the thoughts, he walked inside.

It was dark, and cold. Igneel shivered, his eyes raking around the small room. It was shadowed, so you couldn't see much, but Igneel could make out a table and a chair.

"Hello!" He called out, then winced. What am I yelling for? It's not like they're gonna reply, 'Hey, I'm on the table eating human flesh, come ahead in!' he thought.

Suddenly, candles lit up along the floor of the room, illuminating everything in an eerie orange light.

Igneel's eyes widened. Along the walls were colorful drawings. Pictures of dragons, circles, squares, fairies, and fish.

Igneel rested his hand on one of the drawings, a picture of a red fairy.

He heard a rustling sound behind him. Igneel turned around to see a book lying on the table, opened to a certain page.

He peered at it, confused.

My name is Ac- never mind. Wait, why isn't this erasing!? Why isn't it crossing out!? Whatever. The point is, my brother and parents just died, and who knows where my sister and nephew are.

I, however, have no idea where I am. I was taken by a dragon, and she took me to the human side of the Dragon Civil War. I now officially know Demon Dragon Bearing Magic.

As I was taken, I saw a large hill, a winding river, and a volcano. Those are my only clues.

I have to send this before they come back, so this is all I can write.

Igneel frowned. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was from Acnologia... but what? The dragon trained him? That didn't even make sense! And what Civil War?

He lifted his head. "I'm running away!" He declared aloud. "And I'm finding you, Uncle!"