Oliver was born and raised in a large family of archaeologists in the capital of Fiore. Although he was never interested in the family business, he knew all the secret archaeological findings and items stored in home, he even had a favorite item, an old rusty book that telled the story of a great wizzard, fighting against dragons. No, no ...it was not his favorite because of the story, his kiddish eyes were open only for the nice looking dragon pictures, he was kinda obsessed sometimes, talking all about dragons and fairy tails. This was very stressful for his family, they always wanted a strong, smart and confident boy who will inherit the family business, but no... they got a pony. Oh well, seems like a new child is on schedule...

The year is X824... Oliver is entering an unsupported cemetery, slowly walking amidst endless monuments, small crypts and tombstones. When you look around you can see the darkly brooding sky over darkly, dead landscape. No matter what time of the day it is, it's chilly here, although it is a desert. He kept walking, looking for... something precise. He didn't know exactly what it is, but he knew it's here somewhere. In front of him soars a medium-large crypt, whose entrance was apparently sealed by a massive stone door. He was feeling light, but urgent invocation from the outher side. The tomb attracted him in some way. He listened to its call. Like... it was whispering something. But the words were merging into some unknown language, resembleing ghost words, althroung so far he hasn't talked to one. In fact, did they even exist? Did it matter? Hardly... He had to go inside. He begin to wander around the place and found a small hole on the back of the old structure. He jumped inside and the thick darkness swallowed him, but still somewhere in front some gray light was Illuminating the place, and served as guide. Step by step... it seemed odd now, that when he was inside, the crypt seemed to extend for miles, although from the outside it seemed so small. The boy reached a staircase that leads down. It has no railings and below extends only darkness. He descended gently on it, but nothing happened. Below, shortly after the last step a widespread underground lake with dark and smooth as a mirror surface appeared. It brimmed light. A lacrima ? The stairs continued into the lake, but the young man was full of determination and made a step foward... or rather down.. The water was ice cold. His whole body shuddered. Strange, but his movements did not cause ripples on the surface of the water. New step. All his muscles seemed relaxed. Water has reached to his chest. A second later and he dived into the mirror surface. He could see it clearly now, it was a lacrima! a white-blue looking one. She was pulsing strongly... what a sensation. The dark haired boy swiftly grabbed the lacrima and got out of the water.
-It't truth! That rusty old book led me to success! Unbelievable!

On the very next day... The Xeadas family meeting, every year on this very day! They gather all together not for the sake of love, but simply to decide which discoveries and artefacts should they sell in order to keep their wealthiness...
"What to sell... hump, hump, hump" Muttered the gramps, placing himself genlty on his sofa. "Grandpa, grandpa sell my brother's stupid book~e" Yelled Irene, the newborn kiddie giddy in the house."Grandpa, grandpa don't listen to dat dork""Eeey! Who said that ?" "Who do you think pancacke? IM BACK ! And noo~w may i present to youu~ my ultra mega rare itemm~?... Tadaa" Shot the dark haired boy and at the same time he unpacked the white-blue lacrima from his backpack. In a mere second the old man sight was alredy on the item. "It can't be, that brat found THE Ice dragon lacrima... I BETTER STEAL IT WHILE HE SLEEP MWHAHA" Click, click, pop... Crackle "Ugh.. dem bones" Groaned the old man halfway running his master devil plan in his mind and at the same way trying to comfort his pain.

The year is X836... Years passed and his lacrima was stolen by unknown stranger! Anyway the boy was already walking on the path of magic. "I wan't to become a great mage and help people, just like the one in my books" He taught, reading the weekly sorcerer magazine, wich was showing Fairy Tail. The guild of his dreams!

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