Month: September
Year: X775
Location: Magnolia Town
Ages:
Kaito / Erza / Mirajane / Juvia — 10
Elfman — 9
Lysanna — 8
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Magnolia was loud.
Not port-loud like Hargeon.
Not market-loud like traveling towns.
This was a living roar.
The river cut through the town like a spine, stone bridges arching over clear water, shops packed close together, magic lamps glowing even in daylight. Laughter, shouting, spell detonations in the distance—everything overlapped into a constant, unapologetic noise.
Mirajane grinned wide. "This place feels violent."
Erza nodded. "Good."
Juvia clutched her coat, eyes darting. So many people…
Elfman stared openly. "So this is Magnolia… manly."
Kaito didn't say anything. He just looked ahead.
At the large wooden building with the symbol burned proudly above the doors.
Fairy Tail.
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Mirajane stopped.
Then—without warning—she stepped forward.
She shrugged off her traveling cloak.
Underneath:
A sleeveless black top, torn slightly at the edges.
Short skirt with straps.
Heavy boots.
Her white hair tied high in a messy ponytail.
Punk. Gothic. Defiant.
She cracked her neck. "Alright. I'm going in first."
Erza turned sharply. "What?"
Mira smirked. "You're scary. He's calm." She glanced at Kaito. "I'm chaos. Let chaos go first."
Kaito raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"
She leaned close. "Watch me."
And pushed the door open.
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BOOM.
A table shattered on the far side of the guild hall.
"—I'm telling you it was YOUR fault—!"
"Like hell it was!"
The hall froze as Mirajane walked in.
Silence.
Dozens of eyes turned.
Veteran mages. New faces. Rough ones. Loud ones.
At the bar stood Makarov Dreyar, small but solid, mug in hand. Nearby:
Macao and Wakaba mid-argument.
Cana leaning back on a chair, cards in hand.
Gray Fullbuster seated off to the side, bandaged, watching with wary eyes.
A younger Laxus, arms crossed, glaring at everyone equally.
Mirajane planted her boot on a fallen chair.
"I'm Mirajane Strauss," she announced.
"I want in."
A pause.
Then laughter.
Macao snorted. "Kid, this ain't a playground."
Mirajane smiled—sharp and fearless.
"Good. I hate playgrounds."
She flexed.
Her right arm darkened—veins blackened, skin roughening as a demon's arm partially manifested.
The room shifted.
Chairs scraped. Magic stirred.
Makarov's eyes narrowed—not in fear, but interest.
"…That's Take Over," he muttered.
Mirajane clenched her fist, holding the form steady. "I can fight. I don't cry. And I don't back down."
Silence again.
Then—
Makarov laughed.
A deep, booming laugh that shook the hall.
"Hah! You'll fit right in!"
He hopped down, walking up to her. "Name's Makarov. You understand what this guild is?"
Mirajane met his gaze without blinking. "Family. Loud. Dangerous."
Makarov grinned. "Perfect."
He turned. "Stamp her."
The Fairy Tail mark burned into her shoulder moments later.
Mirajane exhaled slowly.
She was in.
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Outside, Erza watched through the open door.
"…She didn't even hesitate," she said quietly.
Kaito smiled. "That's Mira."
Juvia clasped her hands. So strong…
Lysanna bounced. "Big sis did it!"
Elfman pumped a fist. "Manly!"
Mirajane stepped back out, mark still warm.
She looked straight at Kaito.
"I'm in."
He nodded. "Told you."
She smirked. "You owe me dinner."
Erza crossed her arms. "Don't get cocky."
Mira leaned toward her. "Too late, knight girl."
The rivalry sparked instantly.
And above them, the Fairy Tail emblem gleamed in the sun—
Welcoming chaos, strength, and a future that had finally begun.