A/n: I already posted a new chapter of my latest work Dragonic Rebirth: Legacy of Buné. I recently got some help from an unexpected source to help me write my fabrics so I may be able to add chapters more often.
Let me know what you think of it.
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Albion POV
The guild buzzed around us, wild yet strangely comforting. Laughter, arguing, and the constant clatter of tankards filled the air. Even in all this chaos, I could feel something beneath the surface—connection. A bond forged not through blood, but through shared madness and loyalty.
Kuroka had claimed a soft cushion near the bar, already purring contentedly while sparring with Happy in a war of witty insults. Mirajane floated between groups, ever the angel of order in the chaos.
I kept to myself, watching… absorbing.
"Enjoying the show?"
I turned to find a man barely reaching my shoulder, his body tiny but his magical presence… massive. Makarov Dreyar, the third master of Fairy Tail. His kind but calculating eyes studied me carefully.
"I've seen a lot of mages come and go," he said. "But I don't think I've ever seen one with your kind of aura."
"I've had some… unconventional teachers."
"I'd say so. You've got dragon magic rolling off you like thunder." He tapped his staff on the floor. "Walk with me."
We stepped out to the second-floor balcony, overlooking the guild floor. The sun had nearly set outside, casting golden light over the room.
"So, Albion," he said. "Why do you want to join Fairy Tail?"
I looked out over the guild. "Because I'm looking for something real. A place where strength isn't just about power… but what you use it for. I've seen a lot of destruction in this world—some that I couldn't stop. But I can shape what I do next."
Makarov smiled at that. "You sound like someone who's walked more than one path already."
I met his gaze. "You have no idea."
There was a long pause before he spoke again. "Very well. I don't usually do this without a trial… but I've got a gut feeling about you. And my gut rarely lies."
He reached into his coat and pulled out a glowing stamp.
"Where do you want your mark?"
I held out my right hand. "i want it here."
With a soft flash of light, the Fairy Tail guild mark appeared—silver like the moon. Kuroka soon followed, giggling as she picked her shoulder.
The guild erupted into applause. Natsu whooped and launched a fireball in celebration, only for Gray to yell about property damage. Erza sighed heavily, sipping her tea. Mira clapped with delight, and even Master Makarov chuckled.
We are officially members of Fairy Tail.
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Later that night
I found myself alone at the riverbank behind the guild, sitting on a flat stone while the water shimmered under the moonlight.
Kuroka joined me quietly, curling up beside me. "You didn't tell them everything, nya."
"I didn't need to." I looked up at the stars. "They'll find out eventually. Just… not yet."
"About your past life?"
I nodded.
"And the other world?"
I gave a tired smile. "That too. And when the time comes… I want to be strong enough to protect what matters—here and there."
She nuzzled against my side. "You're already strong, nya. But I'll help you get stronger."
I looked at her—my partner, my confidant. "Thanks, Kuroka."
The night was peaceful… but my mind was not.
Because in the distance, I could feel her.
Irene.
The threads of fate were stirring. Soon, we would meet again. And the world would shift once more.
With these thoughts in mind, Kuroka and I returned to the dorm
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Next morning
Morning light filtered through the guild hall windows as I stepped inside, the chaos already in full swing. Gray and Natsu were wrestling in the corner again, surrounded by overturned chairs and cheering mages. Kuroka was perched on a high beam above them, her tail swishing lazily while she observed the madness.
A hand tapped my shoulder. "Albion, right?"
I turned to see Mirajane holding a quest flyer. "We've got a request that might suit someone of your… unique skill set. Some strange magical activity was reported near the East Woodridge ruins. The client described elemental surges and distorted mana fields."
"Sounds like it could be a type of beast… or a magical anomaly."
Mira nodded. "Natsu and his team were going to check it out, but Erza suggested it might be more suited for someone with experience in ancient magic."
I took the flyer. C-rank. Nothing special… but the location? That rang a bell.
"Mind if I take it?"
Mira smiled. "Go ahead. Is Kuroka going too?"
"Of course, its a good experience for her to."
So we went on our first job.
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East Woodridge – 2 Hours Later
The ruins were overgrown with moss and vines, the shattered remains of some forgotten temple peeking through twisted tree roots. But the moment we stepped into the clearing, I felt it.
Magic. Old magic. Enchantment.
Kuroka crouched beside a broken arch. "Something was definitely here, nya. Recently."
I nodded. "And not just any mage… this was someone who understands magic theory on a deep level."
A pulse ran through the earth. I felt it in my bones. A residual enchantment—a spell left behind deliberately.
"She knew I'd come," I muttered.
Kuroka turned to me. "Who?"
Before I could answer, red glyphs flared around the perimeter of the clearing, and a figure emerged from the trees. Tall, elegant, with crimson hair cascading behind her like a waterfall of blood.
The Dragon Queen Irene Belserion.
Alive. And very aware.
She stepped into the clearing, her gaze calm but piercing.
"You've grown," she said simply. "But then again, you were never meant to stay small."
I felt my throat tighten. I hadn't seen her since... before I went through the Eclipse Gate.
"Irene," I said, meeting her eyes. "It has been a long time."
"It certainly has Albion." she replied. "How have you been?"
Minutes Later – At the Ruins
We sat across from one another on a low stone outcropping. Kuroka stayed beside me, tail twitching with tension. Irene seemed calm, but I knew her too well—her magic danced like a storm under a veil.
"You're different here," she observed. "More… grounded."
"This timeline gave me a fresh start," I said. "And I'm using it."
She reached out, tracing a glyph in the air. It shimmered with unfamiliar runes—foreign, even to her.
"This world is weakening," she said. "Something is pulling at its edges… fraying its laws."
"You've sensed it too," I said. "Another world, trying to break through."
She gave a slow nod. "Two nights ago, a surge appeared in the western sky. Faint, but unmistakable—a summoning circle, far too large and far too precise to be anything from Earth Land."
My stomach twisted. "Tortus."
Irene's eyes sharpened. "You know the name?"
"In another life," I said quietly. "And if that summoning succeeds, it won't just take me… it'll take others. Maybe even people not meant to leave this world."
I could feel the storm on the horizon. The first ripples of destiny.
"You have time," Irene said. "Two years, at most. But don't waste it. This world needs you. The next one will demand even more."
She stood. "When you're ready, come find me in Vistarion. I'll tell you the rest."
"You going to Alakitashia?"
"Yes, I will be able to use their resources to help develope my magic and to prepare for what is to come." she says before taking out a letter and handed it to e before asking me to give it to Erza.
"I will see you later."
Then with a ripple of red light, she vanished, leaving nothing but faint magical residue in the air.
Back in Magnolia – That Same Night
Kuroka and I returned in silence. The stars were out, but my mind wasn't on the sky.
It was on what came next.
I looked at my right hand—the Fairy Tail guild mark glowing faintly in the moonlight. I wasn't just a traveler anymore. I had a home. A people.
But beyond that?
A war was coming. Not just between guilds or dragons… but between worlds.
And I would be at the center of it.
After I dropped off te letter at Erza's house, we went home and went to sleep.
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Next Morning
The guild was quieter than usual this morning, save for the thuds echoing from the training hall behind the main building. I stood at the center of the wide stone ring, my cloak folded neatly on a bench beside me. Sweat clung to my forehead, and my muscles hummed from the last round.
Erza stood across from me, breathing steadily, blade in hand. Her armor shimmered faintly under the morning sun.
"You've improved," she said flatly. "But you're still telegraphing your wind feints with your shoulder."
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the critique."
She stepped forward and jabbed her sword toward my throat—not hard enough to kill, but fast enough to hurt if I didn't move. I leaned back and brought my hand up.
"[Sky Dragon's Air Palm]!"
Compressed air burst from my palm, forcing her back. But she landed effortlessly and transitioned into a spinning strike. I ducked.
Off to the side, Kuroka was stretched across the fence with Happy, both munching on fish as if watching a show.
"This is getting good, nya."
"Erza's scary strong," Happy whispered, eyes wide.
The match ended in a draw, and we both bowed. Erza gave me a rare smile of approval. "You fight with discipline. You've been trained well."
"I had many teachers," I said. "Though I wouldn't want to spar with Irene again anytime soon."
"Wise choice," Erza muttered, then walked off to grab water.
Moments later, a familiar crackle of electricity filled the air. I turned to see Laxus Dreyar stepping into the ring, arms crossed.
"You're the new guy," he said. "The one with all the dragon crap."
"Guilty," I replied, already feeling the tension in my spine. His presence was heavy—dense with raw magical power.
"You wanna get stronger? Then fight me."
Before I could answer, lightning surged toward me. I barely dodged, planting my foot and calling out:
"[Moon Dragon's Mirage]!"
Illusions split away from me just as another bolt crashed down, dispersing a few of them. Laxus's eyes followed the real me.
He grinned.
"Alright, you've got some guts."
The fight was fast, hard, and brutal. No holding back. No flare. Just raw testing of power and endurance.
When it ended, I was panting, armor cracked, magic drained—and smiling.
Laxus offered a hand. "Not bad."
I took it. "You're not so bad yourself, Thunderbolt."
Kuroka hopped down. "You two done marking territory, nya?"
Laxus blinked. "Is she always like that?"
"Every single day."
Later That Day –
I stood at the edge of town with a small letter in my hand, sealed with silver wax bearing the Fairy Tail emblem.
"To Lucy Heartfilia," I wrote on the envelope.
"Ready, nya?" Kuroka asked.
I nodded. "She deserves to hear how things are going."
With a spark of enchantment, I start to send the letter to Lucy using [andata]—luckily I can use this dimension ärm to send objects and people to locations I've been to.
"[Andata] send this letter to Lucy Heartfilia's room." I said before my magic power drained slightly as the letter disappeared.
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Acalypha – Heartfilia Estate
Third-Person POV
Lucy sat in the sunlit garden behind the estate, a book resting in her lap. The grass swayed gently in the breeze. She looked up when the courier arrived, announcing himself with a polite bow.
"A letter for Miss Lucy Heartfilia, from Magnolia. It suddently appeared in your room when I was cleaning there."
Her eyes widened as she took it, recognizing the seal instantly. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it.
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Dear Lucy,
I hope you're doing well and staying out of trouble—though knowing Kuroka, she'd say you are the trouble.
We made it to Magnolia safely. The Fairy Tail guild is everything you'd imagine: loud, wild, destructive—and full of heart. I've already sparred with Erza and Laxus. Let's just say… they don't hold back.
I think you'd like Mirajane. She's kind, and she smiles in a way that reminds me of your mother.
Things are moving faster than I expected, Lucy. I met someone important—someone tied to a bigger fate than just this world. I'll explain when the time is right. But for now, I want you to keep training.
You have talent, and you have heart. Don't waste either. One day, you'll walk into this guild not as my friend—but as someone even I'll look up to.
Stay strong, Lucy. I'll be waiting for the day you make your own mark here.
—Albion
P.S. Kuroka says hi. And that she still wants the strawberry shortcake you owe her.
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Lucy clutched the letter to her chest, her cheeks red, but her smile radiant.
"I will," she whispered to herself. "I'll train. I'll get stronger. And then I'll join you."
From the balcony above, Layla watched her daughter, a knowing expression on her face.
"She's already starting to chase her own light."