It was a quiet night. The bustling of the day had faded away to the occasional car driving by; the only people outside were those searching for a place to forget the world for awhile.
Los Angeles was a huge city, that was for certain. It was impossible to navigate without either a local guide or a photographic memory. Inside this collection of lights and demons there laid a certain bar with a certain name. Everyday, people would come and go. The only thing that didn't change in that bar was a certain blonde barmaid and its name.
Fairy Tail.
The bar, for its constant presence and tucked away location, was always filled with people, most of whom had never visited before. There were no "regulars", per se, but those who had been there even once knew that attempting to leave without paying would be your last regret.
The owner ran the bar by herself. No one had ever seen her smile, but due to her otherwise otherworldly beauty, no one ever noticed.
And so the bar was, static in the ever changing city.
A typical night at Fairy Tail had the owner serving beer and alcohol to the many. She never paid much attention to those who came and went, and those who came and went never paid much attention to her. Sometimes, though...
"'Eeyaa, geerl, whatcha doooin inn thi worn 'own baarrr?" A customer slurred. "Yous could be a atress with ya looks."
She turned away. "I'm waiting."
"Waitin' fer wha?"
She left to get more beer as more people spilled in and out of her bar.
It had been 15 years since she arrived in this world.
15 years since the Great War.
15 years since she had seen her friends.
And 15 years since she somehow regressed to being 10 years old.
It was strange, suddenly becoming a kid again. Especially when you find yourself naked and alone in the middle of nowhere.
The owner sighed as her eyes stared unfocused into her empty bar. It had taken her 10 years to get the money to build this place, and another year to actually build it.
Since then she had waited, hoping that her friends would find this place. But she had no proof that they were even here. She had written a book, once. It wasn't like the one she had written before, but she had been desperate for money. It was not popular, but she had made each copy by hand and imbued them all with her magic. It was a specific type of magic that had taken her over 5 years of trial and error to complete. The end result was seemingly very simple. When someone with her guild mark touched a certain page, the coordinates of her bar would appear. When that person let go, the coordinates would disappear. But that wasn't all. The magic imbued into the book would resonate with the magic of her guildmates.
She used a copy magic her guildmate had taught her so she could speed the process up, and, in the end, had 1000 copies of her book evenly spread around the world. Using magic, of course.
But it had been four years, and no one has shown up.
A/N: I have edited this chapter as of 7/6/2018. I will do the same for the following chapters, and will be continuing this fanfiction. (You can thank my friend)