Fiore, the land filled with incredible wizards, incredible guilds. One of these incredible guilds, is Fairy Tail. Filled with legends and heroes, they continued to prosper for years to come. Team Natsu, Team Shadow Gear, Raijinshu, and the numerous other teams settled down, had children, and continued to make legends with their children. That is... Until the revenge of a certain individual came to disturb their wonderful peace.
The cries of numerous babies rang throughout Fairy Tail guild. Various couples laughed as they saw how odd that it was that they all had a baby that year.
"Whoo! We got a boy! I'm gonna make sure he learns Dragon Slayer Magic!"
"Natsu, is this because I said our daughter would learn Celestial Magic?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Oi, Natsu, your son will never beat my daughter!"
"HUH?! What makes you think that?!"
"How dare you question my lovely Gray-sama!"
"Now now, stop fighting. Because we all know that my daughter will be the strongest... Right?"
"A-aye sir!"
"Happy number 2 again..."
"Geehee, your son will never be able to defeat my daughter, Natsu!"
"What did'ya say?!"
"Now, now, I think we all know that my son will be the greatest legend here. Right, Laxus?"
"Of course, Mira."
"But my son will be the manliest!"
"Elfman?"
"Yes, Ever?"
"Our son will not be the manliest. He will be the Fairy King!"
"But he can still be manly!"
With Elfman's last comment, the guild broke out in laughter, having a feast to celebrate the birth of Asha, the daughter of Erza and Jellal, as well as the youngest to be born that year.
What they were unaware of, was that while they were feasting, an unwelcome guest came to visit. A man who goes by the name, Jahan, or "The World".
Using his World Magic to pop into the nursery, in which the six new children were residing, Wendy screams at the sight of this cloaked mage, dropping a warmed-up bottle of formula. Putting one finger on his dark lips, he smirks before saying, "Shh," his mystifying blue eyes glowing purple. With one look, Wendy drops to the floor, asleep.
"Now, now, young mistress. You shouldn't be screaming. You might blow my cover."
Smirking at the unconscious body of the newly-wed, he then turns to the six cradles before him. Putting his hand out, a white aura surrounds his hand, as the babies are picked up from their cradles, just before disappearing, sent to Jahan's hidden castle.
Turning around, he sees a young boy, with light red hair, staring up at him.
"Where did my sister go?" The boy asks.
Jahan doesn't answer, only smiling at the poor little boy.
"Where did my sister go?" This time, his voice was much louder. Loud enough to attract the attention of some of the other older siblings of the now stolen children.
Coming in from behind the boy, two blue-haired kids, a boy and a girl, a black-haired boy, a pink-haired girl, and a white-haired girl stepped into the room, confused about the empty cradles.
Frowning, the pink-haired girl looks up at Jahan and questions him, "What happened to our siblings?"
Chuckling, Jahan raises his hand, and speaks to them before snapping his fingers and leaving, "What siblings?"