Author's Note: Hey, everybody! It's been awhile, but I'm back now with another (hopefully) touching Dragneel Brothers fanfiction. Let me know what you think so far. Just a warning though, the next update might not be for a while. I now have three stories but demand was pretty high so I'll persevere!
Zeref didn't know why the gods seemed to hate him. First, his parents were taken from him. Next, his little brother, his light, his life. And to top it all off his entire hometown was destroyed, decimated by the dragons.
How did he find himself here? one might ask. To be honest, he didn't really know either. Here he is, eighteen with a tiny little brother cradled in his arms facing a redheaded woman who was fierce enough to take on a dragon barehanded.
"You think you have what it takes to join my army?" the redhead, Eileen, demanded.
"I want to fight. These things killed my parents," Zeref replies.
"And what about the kid in your arms?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
"That's a long story," Zeref replies warily. "But I can promise you this, I won't die on the battlefield. Never," he states. "And I'm sure that my little brother will be eager to help too," he adds helpfully.
Natsu begins to stir in his arms, causing Zeref to panic a bit. The last thing Natsu remembers is dying. Now Zeref will have to explain how six years went by without Natsu aging a day. Boy, this'll be fun.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Flames of Tragedy
FanficThe only thing left to say is that Natsu is totally done with being looked at like an idiot. So, he obviously decides that throwing himself into the guild's library will improve the situation. Nearly a week of sleepless nights later, Natsu stumbles...
