DISCLAIMER

Fairy Tail is owned by Hiro Mashima, while the Neptunia series is owned by Idea Factory and Compile Heart.

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The kingdom of Fiore: a relatively small and neutral kingdom, formerly known as Ishgar in the olden days. Within this kingdom, magic, which was once feared long ago, is a part of everyday life and is commonly seen in nearly every corner. With various shapes and forms, magic is deeply ingrained in both culture and society.

For some, however, magic is more that tool to be used, and they make a living by perfecting their craft. Those that do this are known as mages, and are a part of various guilds that take on request as a form of employment. Many guilds exist within Fiore, but there is one stands above the rest, one that has created countless legends since its formation.

Fairy Tail.

And it is within this peculiar guild that a certain mage became well known, for both his destructive power and his dedication to those he considers friends and family. His name is Natsu Dragneel, a human raised by the Fire Dragon Igneel and taught a forgotten magic that allows him to fight with similar strength to that of an actual dragon, called Dragon Slayer Magic. With his unique power, Natsu and his guild experienced many adventures, often fighting against darker forces and prevailing. No matter how tough the battle, the dragon slayer and his family would always find a way prevail, and with the passage of time his name would be cemented in legend as one of the greatest mages in Fiore and all of Earth Land.

However, in one alternate timeline, things did not go as such. In this timeline, during an event known as the Grand Magic Games, an army of dragons ten thousand strong, long having thought to have been mere myths, attacked the capital city Crocus where Natsu and his guild mates were residing. The attack was unexpected, and many people died in the wake of the dragon's rampage, including mages from various guilds. In an effort to push back the invading dragons, the remaining guilds banded together and mounted a counter attack.

They failed.

The dragons, possessing power and might beyond their comprehension, were far too powerful for the human mages to handle, and one by one they perished until only two remained: Natsu and his fellow guild mate and best friend, Lucy Heartfilia. In effort to protect his precious friend, the slayer threw himself against the dragons with all of his might, challenging the very creatures he was raised to combat. But even his power was no match, and on that day, Natsu Dragneel tragically met his end.

But just because something ends, does not necessarily mean it is truly over. After all, it is said that endings are merely new beginnings…

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Weightlessness. That was the first thing Natsu Dragneel felt as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. It felt like he was in submerged beneath a body of water, his entire form gently floating. Attempting to open his eyes, he found that he lacked the strength to do so. No, it was more like his body refused to obey his will, made evident when he attempted to move his arms, only to find that they would not budge an inch. Struggling a few more times, Natsu eventually realized it was futile to continue doing so and simply allowed himself to continue floating. After a while however, he began to grow bored and restless.

Where the hell am I, anyways?

Frowning internally, Natsu tried to recall what had happened prior to waking up in…where ever the hell he currently was. Upon doing so however, he found that his memory was fuzzy, and trying to recall even the smallest of details proved difficult. With a little more effort, his memory began to clear up, bit by bit. He remembered waking up on Tenroujima Island after being struck by Acnologia's roar, only to find older versions of Jet and Droy standing over him with tears in their eyes. He remembered being told that he and the rest of the Tenrou group had being stuck inside a barrier for seven years, and that Fairy Tail had lost its place as the top guild in Fiore.

Soon, more memories became clear, like how they reunited with the remnants of their guild, and their decision to participate in the Grand Magic Games to regain their number one spot. They had participated in the games, and though they struggled in last place at the beginning, they eventually found their momentum and came out on top at the end. And then, just as Fairy Tail had been announced the winners…

The dragons appeared.

Like a storm, the mighty and mastodonic creatures had swept through Crocus, wreaking destruction and death in their wake. Thousands died, including his own guild mates, whom had tried vainly to fight back. And when he himself fought against the dragons, attempting to save Lucy...

I died.

The words echoed in Natsu's mind, repeating themselves over and over again as if to taunt him. His strength, his magic, even his determination; none it had mattered before the might of the dragons.

Natsu hated it. He hated the fact that he been so weak, that despite being a dragon slayer, he was unable to protect his comrades.

A bitter feeling rose within the pinkette as he mirthlessly chuckled in his head.

You must be pretty disappointed in me, eh Igneel? I couldn't even kill one dragon. My friends, my family…they're all gone because I was too weak to protect them. Too weak to save them.

If only he had been stronger, if only he had trained harder, then maybe things would have turned out differently. But he hadn't, believing that so long as his comrades were at his side, that he could overcome any enemy or obstacle.

And now he was dead, along with everyone he cared about.

Perhaps that was why Igneel had abandoned him. The dragon must have realized that the child he had been raising wasn't going to be strong enough, so he left to find someone more capable.

If that's the case, then maybe I deserve to be dead.

The bitter thought rang loudly in Natsu's head, but before he could continue wallowing in more self depricating thoughts, he suddenly felt something. A strange tingling sensation, starting from the tips of his toes up to the top his head, passed through him. Once the sensation faded, a feeling of soreness assualted his body.

The dragon slayer was left utterly confused at what had happened. But his confusion was raised even further when he became aware of a soft and comforting feeling surrounding his body. It was almost like he was laying on a bed.

What the hell's going on? Natsu thought with an internal frown, unkowingly clenching his right fist before he realized what he had done. Wait..my body! He unclenched his fist. I can move again! He realized in shock. With the realization that he was now in control of his own body again, the slayer slowly opened his eyes to find himself staring at a Beige colored ceiling. A ceiling lamp shone brightly overhead, eliciting groan of annoyance from him as he brought his right arm up to block the light.

"Ugh..."

Another groan escaped Natsu's lips, though this one was of pain. It felt like he had needles stabbing into every muscle in his body, and even the slightest movement would cause discomfort. Yet it did little to distract him from the startling realization that came to him.

I'm…alive? The slayer thought to himself, his eyes growing wide with disbelief. He was pretty sure he had died in the ruins of Crocus, so how was he still amongst the living?

Frowning at the numerous questions that were beginning to fill his head, Natsu slowly and painstakingly sat up, ignoring his protesting muscles. Once he had that accomplished, he looked down to find that he had been, in fact, laying on a bed. The thick pink blanket with peach colored hearts that had been covering his upper body now lay at his lap, revealing bandages that were wrapped tightly around his arms, chest and abdomen. Once he was done looking over himself, the slayer looked around the room he was in. It was rather small, having a drawer in the corner of the room and a closet, but the thing that stood out the most was the color.

Pink. It was everwhere; the walls, the furniture, curtains. Various shades of pink painted every corner of the room, save for the ceiling and the tile floor, which was purple.

A frown soon formed on Natsu's face. Where am I? He pondered before he heard a door open, followed shortly by a gasp.

"Oh, you've finally woken up!" A high pitched, feminine voice cried out, followed by the sounds of footsteps rushing towards him.

Turning his head towards the voice, Natsu saw a girl approaching the bed, with long and light pink hair, light skin, pink eyes and an impressive bust. She was wearing a sleeveless, light tan wool knit sweater with matching arm warmers, boots, a red plaid skirt and black socks with pink frilly trimming that stopped mid-thigh. There was also a black hair band bearing a white 'C' on her head, a black choker with a pink heart symbol around her neck, and black and white a hip purse hanging around her waist.

As she came to a stop before him, Natsu saw that the girl was looking at him with concern in her eyes, a small bowl and towel in hand.

"...Who are you?" The slayer asked curiously as he furrowed his brow.

The pink haired girl's expression immediately brightened at his question. "My name is Compa." She said cheerfully. "And you are?"

Natsu stared at the girl for a moment as he registered her name, before giving his own. "Natsu Dragneel." He answered, before proceeding to glance around the room. "Do you mind telling me where I am?" The slayer questioned curiously.

"You're in my apartment." The pink haired girl replied, causing Natsu to turn his gaze back to her. "You see, last night I was walking home from the store, when I found you inside of an alleyway, unconscious!" She said with a look of disapproval. "You were pretty banged up, so I brought you here and patched you up."

That explains the bandages. The dragon slayer mused thoughtfully. But how did I end up in an alleyway? He couldn't help but wonder. Last he remembered, Crocus had been pretty much leveled by ten thousand dragons. Not only that, but Compa seemed rather calm and cheerful, not at all panicked like many of the people were during the attack. Something was definitely off here. "Hey Comp-urk!" Natsu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdominals, cutting him off mid-sentence and causing him to hunch forward with arms over his abdomen.

"Ah, please don't move around too much! Your body hasn't fully healed!" Compa shouted as she placed her hands on his shoulders and attempted to push him back down onto the bed.

However, Natsu struggled against her grip. "I-I'm fine, this is nothing!" He protested despite the obvious pain he was in.

"But you still need rest!" The girl fretted and she began to push down more forcefully.

The two pinkettes continued to struggle with one another, which soon turned into a grappling match as Natsu attempted to break free from Compa's grip. However, due to his current state, he had little strength to push the girl off. In a last ditch effort, the slayer tried rolling to the side, but he soon realized his mistake when he ended up falling off of the edge of the bed while pulling her down along with him. The two landed with a thud on the floor, with Natsu falling flat on his stomach and Compa landing rear first on his back.

"Owie…" The pink haired girl said as she gingerly rubbed her rear, unaware that she was currently sitting on the slayer's back.

"Ugh…can you…get off?" Natsu complained with a pained expression, causing Compa to jump to her feet.

"I-I'm so sorry!"

The slayer grunted as he steadily pushed off of the ground and managed to pull himself back onto the edge of the bed. Sweat rolled down his his face, showing that the simple action took an insurmountable amount of effort in his current condition.

"P-Please don't force yourself like that. You have to allow your body to rest." Compa reiterated with a frown of concern.

Hearing that, Natsu let out a grunt. He hated being told what to do, but there really wasn't any other choice at the moment. Running a hand through through his messy hair, the slayer then let out a long sigh.

"So…where exactly are we?" Natsu finally asked.

Compa's expression quickly fell into one of confusion at the question. "What do you mean, Natsu? Don't you know where we are?" She replied with her own question.

Natsu crossed his arms over his chest. "Last I checked, I was in Crocus, the capital of Fiore." He replied, but his answer only served to further confuse the girl.

"I've never heard of Crocus or Fiore before." Compa replied with an uncertain frown. "The only landmasses that I know of are Lastation, Leanbox, Lowee and the one we're currently on, Planeptune." She stated.

The mage paused, a feeling of unease beginning to well up within him. "Never heard of 'em. And what do you mean 'landmasses'?" The slayer questioned with a firm frown.

Compa stared at the slayer as if he had grown a second head. "You…you really don't know, do you?" She questioned with worry in her tone.

A vein was now throbbing on the slayer's forehead. "Hey, I'm being serious here!" He retorted with annoyance.

For a moment, Compa said nothing, only staring at her fellow pinkette with a look of uncertainty. Then, slowly, she turned towards the door and motioned the boy to follow her.

Natsu frowned, but said nothing and complied. Finding that some of his strength had returned, the slayer pushed off the bed and followed the pink haired girl as she moved into the next room. As he entered, he found a small living room complete with furniture and a rug, and as with the previous room, had variations of the color pink on most of the surfaces.

"Over here." Compa's voiced drew the slayer from his investigation of the girl's room to find her standing in front of a pair of sliding windows.

I guess she wants me to look outside? Natsu thought with a puzzled expression. Deciding to just get things over with, the slayer walked over and opened one of the windows before stepping outside. The light from the sun blinded him for a moment, forcing him to shield his eyes. Once his eyes adjusted and he finally took a look, he immediately froze on the spot.

Sleek white and blue buildings of an unfamiliar design littered the area as far as his eyes could see, and a massive tower stood in the center above all else with a strange light shining at its peak. But what truly caused Natsu's heart to nearly stop were the three enormous floating islands that lingered far into the distance.

Seeing such a sight, the dragon slayer could only remain rooted in place as his mouth slowly went agape.

"This is Planeptune." Compa spoke from behind him. "The most advanced landmass in Gameindustri."

At that moment, only a single thought echoed through the slayer's head.

You've got to be shitting me.

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She was the world's everything, a physical representation of all of the knowledge and history of Gameindustri compiled into one being. She had, for generations, assisted the one who made her, the True Goddess, and watched carefully over the world of the humans. Even after the True Goddess had left and she herself had been sealed away into a book, she continued with her duty, recording the history of the world and aiding those in times of need.

I am Histoire. I stand for the world's everything and the world is my everything. There is not a single thing I do not know.

And yet now, for the first time since her creation, Histoire was utterly and completely baffled. Confused. Flabbergasted even. Not matter how many times she reviewed her knowledge, recordings etched into her very being, she could not find a single instance of such a thing ever happening before in the past.

Roughly eight hours ago, an individual of unknown origin had suddenly appeared within Planeptune, quite literally out of thin air. No portals, no type of summoning ritual, nothing. They just simply materialized into the world without any sign or warning.

The implications of such a thing were staggering to say the least. Never in the history of Gameindustri had something like this happened. While she had entertained the notion of other worlds other than her own possibly existing, she never once thought someone from another one would come here. It was both exciting and concerning at the same time, but that was to be expected.

So far, there was little information on this individual, save for a name.

Natsu Dragneel.

Histoire spoke the name with curiosity, as well as with a hint of caution. This individual was a foreign entity, one whose very presence could potentially and dramatically alter the course of Gameindustri's fate, for better or worse. For now, she would continue observing and recording, as she always had in the past.

It was all she could do in her current state after all.

As Histoire continued to ponder over the world's newest inhabitant, she suddenly found her attention drawn towards the land that resided far above Gameindustri. Sensing the clashing of weapons and divine energies, she released a weary sigh, already knowing what this signified.

The Goddesses were fighting in Celestia once again.

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A bit short, but I thought I'd start the intro off small before releasing bigger chapters afterwards. Any thoughts or suggestions will be greatly appreciated.

[Updated 8/28/18]