The year was now X778. A few weeks had passed since Lucky's flashy debut as Fairy Tail's newest S-Class wizard, and though the guild still hadn't shut up about it, Lucky himself had fallen into a strange rhythm. He took jobs when he felt like it, trained when he wanted, and most importantly, he tried his best to survive the constant chatter of one very curious spirit: Mavis Vermillion.
"Lucky! Lucky, wait...are you really going on another mission without me?" Mavis's bright voice chimed in his ear like bells. She floated upside down over his shoulder as he stuffed mission supplies into a small bag. "I could help! I have entire strategies stored in my head! Entire battle simulations! If you let me..."
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Mavis, I appreciate the… enthusiasm, but if I have to hear one more breakdown of 'optimal ambush formations' while I'm trying to sleep, I'm gonna lose my mind."
Her emerald eyes widened. "Lose your mind? Nonsense! You should be grateful to have my tactical brilliance at your disposal. Do you know how many wars I could have won if I had someone like you back then..."
"Uh-huh." Lucky snapped his fingers. A portal blossomed open in the air, shimmering gold.
Mavis blinked in confusion.
"See ya later," Lucky said with a casual flick of his wrist. The portal sucked Mavis inside. Her indignant squeak echoed as the light folded in on itself.
The other side of the portal opened in a wide clearing deep in the forest, where dozens of Lucky's clones were training. Some sparred hand-to-hand, others scribbled new experimental scripts in their notes, while a group tried and failed to coordinate a massive portal spell without blowing themselves up.
The clones all froze mid-motion when Mavis appeared above them. For one tense second, silence hung over the clearing. Then, in perfect unison, every single clone looked up, waved lazily, and said:
"Yo, First Master."
And just like that, they went back to what they were doing.
Mavis floated there, her face turning several shades of red. She pointed furiously at the empty air where the portal had been, voice cracking: "LUCKYYYYYYYYY!"
Back in Magnolia, Lucky decided to leave Mavis with his clones.
Mavis, meanwhile, fumed. "How dare he dump me here like this! Oh no, no, no… He thinks he can outsmart me? Me, the Fairy Tactician?" She cracked her knuckles, a strangely intimidating gesture coming from someone so small and ethereal. Her emerald eyes glinted dangerously as she turned toward the clones.
The clones immediately sensed the shift in atmosphere. One of them whispered nervously, "Uh-oh. She's looking at us like Erza when Natsu made her drop her cake…"
"Guys, get ready," Mavis declared, her voice ringing with authority. "We're going to war."
Most of the clones groaned. And some perked up with interest.
She floated down and asked one of the clones to help her draw in the dirt with a stick."Alright. I'm splitting you lot into two groups. Team A will follow my commands precisely. Formation lines, flanking maneuvers, trap placements, you will fight like a proper army. Team B…" Her smile turned mischievous. "…fight however you want. Chaos versus order. Let's see which wins."
The clones exchanged nervous looks.
One raised his hand. "Uh, question. Do we… have to?"
"Yes!" Mavis snapped, planting her tiny fists on her hips. "This is punishment for your boss abandoning me! Now line up!"
"..."
And somehow, every clone obeyed.
Soon, the clearing erupted into a full-blown mock war. On one side, Mavis stood like a general atop a rock, barking orders:
"Left flank, advance! No, no, don't run in a straight line, angle your approach! Support clones, cast suppressive portals, funnel them into the choke point YES, LIKE THAT!"
Her "army" moved with surprising precision, clones actually cooperating instead of bickering. They built quick barriers, set ambushes, and coordinated strikes that looked more like a military exercise than a training brawl.
On the other side, Team B charged like lunatics. One clone spun in circles, shouting "BEYBLADE!" Another tried to summon portals under his own feet and ended up crashing face-first into the dirt. A third one pulled out a chalkboard mid-fight to "calculate odds" and promptly got tackled.
The clash between order and chaos was equal parts brilliant and absurd. Mavis shouted victory chants every time her side landed a clean strike, while the free-for-all clones countered with wild stunts that occasionally worked.
By the time the battle dragged on, the clones were panting, covered in dirt and bruises but Mavis looked positively energized. Her golden hair practically glowed as she directed the chaos like an orchestra conductor.
"Yes! Yes! This is how you train!" she cried. "War is won with brains, not brawn! Your boss could learn a thing or two if he didn't run away from me!"
A collective groan rose from the clones. "Boss really did dump her on us…"
"Yeah. Figures."
And somewhere high above the forests, Lucky reclined on the back of his colossal golden eagle, hands behind his head, enjoying the fresh breeze. He sneezed once, then smirked.
"Wonder how long before she realizes I'm not coming back for her," he muttered.
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The wind was cold and clean at high altitudes, cutting across Lucky's face as he leaned back against the massive feathered body of the Colossal Golden Eagle. The great beast flapped its wings lazily, each motion creating a gust strong enough to rattle the treetops miles below.
Lucky sighed in satisfaction. This was the kind of peace he enjoyed: no tavern noise, no clone arguments, no Mavis chattering in his ear about "optimal battle formations." Just the sky, the sun, and the endless horizon.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the steady rhythm of wings lull him. His mind wandered, half planning his next script experiments, half wondering what food Mira might be making back at the guild.
Then he felt it.
The etherano in the air shifted.
At first, it was subtle, a faint tug at the edge of his senses, like the atmosphere had exhaled. But within seconds, it grew stronger, pulling, twisting. Lucky's eyes snapped open. His pupils narrowed as he focused on the sky ahead.
Above the clouds, a dark vortex churned, small but unnervingly dense. The air itself seemed to funnel upward, streams of magical particles ripped from the land below and consumed by the swirling void.
Lucky sat up straighter on Featherfall's back, lips tightening into a frown. "Is this ...Anima? or something else?"
Even when he had doubts, He knew this phenomenon enough to recognize it instantly. It wasn't a natural storm. It was a gate, a hungry maw opened from the parallel world of Edolas, where magic was finite. The former king, Faust, had used these rifts to suck Earth Land's magic dry and feed his own barren kingdom.
If left unchecked, Anima could consume entire towns.
Lucky's hands twitched, itching to act. He considered immediately scripting a counter-seal, maybe "No Absorption in Area" or something similar. But just as he began focusing, another presence brushed against his senses.
"...Huh?" He tilted his head upward.
From the vortex, a small silhouette on the dirt below. A lone small figure, holding a staff in one hand, his cloak trailing behind him. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his blue hair glinted in the sunlight.
In his hands, he carried not one, but 3 staffs strapped across his back.
Lucky's eyes widened slightly. "Well, would you look at that."
He recognized him instantly. Not from this world's reputation, Mystogan was still an enigma to most, but from the stories he knew. Jellal Fernandes. Or rather, the Edolas counterpart who had crossed into Earth Land. A boy carrying more secrets than anyone realized, and one day… destined to stand as an S-Class wizard of Fairy Tail.
The boy didn't notice Lucky, too focused on the task at hand. With a practiced motion, he stabbed four staffs into the ground below, forming a triangular pattern, and raised the fifth skyward.
"Sealing Formation: @#$^%@%#!" His voice rang clear. (I didn't know what to write)
Four enormous magic circles burst to life around the Anima vortex, intertwining with dazzling light. The circles spun, grinding against the void's pull, compressing it tighter and tighter until the swirling darkness began to shrink. Slowly, painstakingly, the vortex collapsed, its hungry pull fading until the sky cleared once more.
Lucky opened a portal above him, leaned back in his seat, watching like it was a theatre. He gave a lazy clap, though no one was near enough to hear it. "Not bad, kid. Not bad at all."
On the ground below, Mystogan, panting, sweat beading his brow, collapsed his staffs and muttered, "That was close…" He knelt, catching his breath, clearly drained from the effort.
It was then that he froze.
Because when he looked up, he saw a man lounging in a chair that hadn't been there a second ago. A man with a smile, faintly as if he'd just enjoyed the entire show.
Mystogan's body jolted in alarm. Instinctively, he leaped backward, staff raised defensively, his hood slipping slightly to reveal wary blue eyes.
Lucky tilted his head, unfazed. "Yo."
The boy didn't reply. His grip on the staff tightened. His gaze flicked from Lucky to the sky, then back again, suspicion sharp in his eyes.
Lucky chuckled under his breath. "Relax. I'm not here to bite." He pointed upward at where the vortex had been. "Good work up there, though. Clean, quick. If you hadn't stepped in, that could've gotten ugly."
Mystogan's frown deepened. He bent down slowly, gathering his fallen staffs, but never once took his eyes off Lucky. His steps were cautious, deliberate, like a fox wary of a trap.
As Lucky landed, Lucky couldn't help but try something. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
Behind Mystogan, a shimmering portal flickered into existence, silent, invisible to his senses until he stepped back and fell through it. In the blink of an eye, the exit portal appeared directly in front of Lucky.
Mystogan stumbled, blinking in confusion, then froze.
There he was again. That same suspicious mage, sitting casually as though he was watching a show, was now directly in front of him.
The boy's pulse spiked. His instincts screamed danger. Whoever this man was, he was beyond his league.
Lucky leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on one hand. His smile softened, though his words carried weight. "If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn't still be standing. So why don't you take a seat instead?"
A card flickered from his fingers, flying toward Mystogan. The boy tensed, dodging instinctively, but the card simply struck the ground and shimmered. In its place, a plain wooden chair unfolded.
Mystogan blinked. His wariness cracked just enough for embarrassment to seep in.
Lucky smirked. "Sit. Let's talk."
For a long moment, silence stretched between them. Then, slowly, Mystogan lowered his staff and sank into the chair, still tense but willing.
Lucky leaned back, voice calm. "Name's Lucky. Mage of Fairy Tail, Kingdom of Fiore. And you are…?"
The boy's shoulders stiffened at the name Fairy Tail. Memories flickered behind his eyes of his own world, Edolas, where Fairy Tail was a guild that stood against his father's kingdom. After a beat, he exhaled and muttered, "Mystogan."
Lucky chuckled softly. "Mystogan, huh?" He didn't press him.
Instead, he flicked another card toward him. This one didn't explode or summon furniture; it floated into Mystogan's hand like it had been waiting for him.
"Welcome gift," Lucky said. "Consider it my way of saying: you should think about joining Fairy Tail."
Mystogan looked down at the card. At first, it was blank. Then words and symbols began to glow across its surface:
Wind Wyvern — (S-) Class Monster Card
Unique Skills:
Wind Surge: Increases speed and reduces wind resistance, granting faster mobility.
Wind Resistance: Passive; reduces damage from wind-based effects by 40%.
Sky Sovereign: Summons gusts and wind blades while flying.
Dragon Species: Suppresses lower-ranked beasts; reduces attributes of same-rank creatures by 5%.
Mystogan's eyes widened. His grip tightened on the card.
Lucky grinned. "Oh, it seems you are surprised. Try channeling a little mana into it. Should summon a friend of yours, and oh, you can use any source of mana ... like your staffs."
Mystogan was alarmed. because of Lucky words, it basically confirmed that He knew his secret; unlike Earth Land's mages, he didn't have natural magic of his own. He relied on enchanted staffs, on external tools.
His breath caught. Tentatively, he willed energy from one of the staff into the card.
And before his eyes, the air shimmered. A shape unfolded from glowing script, massive wings, a serpentine neck, scales that glinted like emerald glass. A babyWind Wyvern, small in size now but magnificent nonetheless, landed beside him with a gust of air.
Mystogan's eyes widened. For once, his guarded expression cracked into pure awe.
Lucky smiled faintly. "So? Still thinking about it? Fairy Tail's the strongest guild in Fiore, and we've got room for someone like you."
Mystogan ran a hand over the wyvern's scaled neck, still silent. Finally, he exhaled, voice quiet. "…I'll consider it."
Lucky smirked. "Good enough for me."