AN #2: Just saying I don't own Fairy Tail, or any of its characters, for copyright reasons. Research is an utter pain, especially when trying to take exact quotes from the episodes. And yes, I will only be going from the episodes from the anime, not the manga, so if I catch up to episode 277 before the next season, don't expect anything.
I have originally gone back and edited this version, so this is the UPDATED version of my story. I have also added a bit more information too. Hopefully you find the world I have created to be fascinating. I have fixed grammatical errors, run-on sentences, flow, and visualization of what is really going on. I didn't like what I did before, but I'm more confident that this is what you're looking for in a story.
BLAISE:
Height: 6 feet 6 inches OR roughly 2 meters tall.
Weight: 165 pounds OR 74-75 kilograms.
Hair: Brown. Typically kept at a length of 1-3 inches.
Eye Color: Blue with touches of gold around his pupil.
DISCLAIMER!
I HAVE CREATED A CHARACTER THAT DOES HIS BEST TO SEE THE LOGIC IN THINGS. Honestly, quite difficult to create a character that is hard-headed and logical.
Just wanted to inform the readers, because his own personal beliefs may go against what others believe. Fair Warning.
Just to be blunt, he is originally unfamiliar with the new world. Therefore, he hasn't opened up yet.
HE MIGHT SAY THINGS YOU MIGHT DISAGREE WITH, BUT PLEASE GIVE HIM A CHANCE...
I have received too many messages regarding his beliefs, and I want to make it very clear that he is a genuine gentleman. Okay, without further ado, begin this story...
Chapter One
Time: ?
Location: ?
Year: ?
Blaise suddenly awoke to the smell of something burning, only to find himself lying down in a field of grass, surrounded by endless trees. Everywhere he looked, he saw no signs of civilization; quite the contrast to the place he last remembered being in. Wiping the sleep that was caught in his blue eyes, he did his best to remain calm and figure out where he was. Hand-combing his thick, brown, hair out of his face, he noticed that he still had his running shoes, his jeans, his light-blue shirt, and (somehow) his personal belongings that he always kept on him like his phone and wallet. Blaise stood up off of the ground and attempted to get a better look around the forest. He turned around to see what was behind him and found himself face-to-face with a thin-bearded man. A man that was smiling, no less.
"FUCK!" Blaise yelled, slightly jumping from being startled.
The man was wearing purple robes that flowed freely over his body, combined with a yellow collared shirt and black pants. In his hand, sat a long wooden staff with glowing red end. What really set his man apart was his long orange hair; it seemed that he never once cut it in his life, but took the time to shave his beard, though. The robed-man could've been at least 53 years old, his face showing signs of radical aging.
"Dude!" Blaise groaned, still breathing heavily from the adrenaline rushing through his body. "Don't scare me like that!"
The man wouldn't stop smiling at Blaise, as if he was expecting Blaise to do something.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ATTACK HIM!" a voice yelled from behind the odd man, drawing Blaise's attention over to him. The source of the voice was a lot younger than the other man, and once he peered over the unnerving man's shoulder, Blaise noticed the kid wore the exact same clothes as the other man. This kid could barely be over 13-years-old, his curly black hair and his posture showed signs of immaturity and negligence to proper hygiene. The robed-teenager stood there with frustration, just on the brink of throwing a fit. Forcing himself to break out of his own daze, Blaise asked the young boy why he wanted him to attack the robed man and where he was.
"You shouldn't be asking questions," the boy stated.
"Excuse me?!" Blaise shouted, furiously walking past the man and towards the kid. "I demand to know where I am! What the hell you're doing with that cosplay shit you have going on?! And why you so desperately want me to attack this person?!"
The child's frustrated-filled face formed into a confused one, "cosplay?"
"You can't be serious, kid…" Blaise pointed at the boy and then the man. "You two are dressing up like Harry Potter Wizards for God's sake!"
The boy growled as his confusion quickly turned to rage," I have no idea what this "cosplay" is, nor do I know what this "Harry Potter" is either! What I do know is that I am a wizard, and that, over there, is my master! I have summoned you using a spell, that my master wants me to test, in order to see its power!"
Thoughts were racing through Blaise's mind.
Wait, is he telling the truth?
Is there actually magic?
No. There is no such thing as magic.
Yeah, this is all just a stupid role-playing theme that they want to play.
But, wait, did they kidnap me?
Is this some sort of T.V. show about pranks?
I don't see any cameras, though. Then, again, you're not supposed to see the cameras.
The fuck is going on…?
Blaise proceeded to say the first thing that was reasonable, "I'm not following..."
If Blaise's confusing actions didn't make the teen any more frustrated, his question made the teen despise him.
"MASTER, IS THIS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?!" he yelled, finally the bubble of anger burst open.
"Well, you are the very first person to conduct this very spell; so you should expect some complications." The man walked over to Blaise, jabbing his staff into the ground, "listen, boy. Might I have your name?"
Blaise turned to the man, not liking his new name. "It's Blaise, and don't ever refer to me as boy, you got that?!" he demanded, glaring at the older man.
"I understand clearly," the master said, walking past Blaise and over to his student. "Now in my pupil's state of frustration, and immaturity, he is incapable of describing the elaborate process of this spell. A spell so sophisticated that it was kept away from humanity, and it doesn't even have a name. Therefore, it is considered a Lost Spell."
"Hold on… let me stop you right there. First of all, magic doesn't exist. Secondly, both of you are bat-shit crazy. And finally, I'm leaving," Blaise began to walk away.
"I'm afraid you are quite wrong with your initial remarks," the master stated.
Blaise stopped abruptly.
"You see, the magic my pupil recently learned is known as a dark art, and dark arts are frowned upon and even banned in the nation of Fiore; hence why we are doing this in secret. What this spell entails is taking a sentient being from any place and any timeline and allowing the being to use any sort of weapon of their choosing simply by thought. Whatever your mind deems a weapon, it will appear."
The man reached into a pocket in his robes and pulled out an ancient scroll. Unravelling it, he continued his speech, "however, the spell's creator seems to specifically forbid summoning real-life, living, beings, using any sort of object from this world, and any sort of magic or spells whatsoever. If you hadn't have noticed before, now would be the time to see the gold bracelets on your wrists that are implanted into the very structure of your body."
Blaise, continuing to set aside the influx of questions in his mind, quickly looked down to see gold bracelets around his wrists; each was approximately 1-inch wide in diameter and 1-millimeter thick, both were embedded into his skin.
"Unfortunately for you, I don't wear jewelry," Blaise stated, beginning his initial attempts to remove the bracelets.
They wouldn't come off.
Blaise attempts turned more violent as he tried to rip off the bracelets, the only response he received was the pain from his hands trying to dig into his flesh. Now the only person who was laughing was the young boy's master. Defeated, Blaise said, "okay, cool… you kidnap me, then you implant gold bracelets onto my body? What kind of kinky shit are you two into?"
Blaise's reply was a wave of intense heat paired with a slamming force comparative to that of a speeding car. Blaise was hit in the chest and was sent flying in the air, slamming against a tree. Groaning and coughing, Blaise looked up to see the man's staff pointed towards him, and the dim red-glow on the end of the stick had turned into a bright red ball of flames.
The fuck was that?! Was that really magic?!
Oh my God, if they're telling the truth. Where am I?!
No way that any of this is real!
"You see, boy… my pupil summoned you for a single purpose, but I suppose I can make an exception. You shall fight me, and if you were to succeed, you shall be sent back to the garbage world you came from."
Ignoring the man's obvious insult, "so what you are saying, is that if I kick your ass, I get to go home? Isn't this like a plotline to some sort of bootleg Saw movie?"
"SILENCE," the man yelled, stabbing the bottom of his staff into the ground.
"Oh, terse and to the point, I like that," Blaise jested as he turned his body to the side and raised his fists.
"Aren't you going to use a weapon of your choosing?" the man questioned.
"What are you talking about?"
"Think of a weapon you could use to fight me, anything that you could think of. It should be apparent that the bigger the weapon is, the more energy required to create it; the smaller the weapon, the less energy required."
Blaise pointed at the man, "look, I'm not buying your bullshit, okay? Like hell that some random weapon is going to pop up from out of nowhere because I have "magic," alright? You'd really take me for a fo-" Blaise's words were cut short when a dense object appeared in the hand he was using to point at the crazy man. He drew back his arm and examined the weapon in his hand, realizing it to be a Glock G17.
"The fuck…?" Blaise murmured.
Hesitant at first, Blaise began to examine the condition of the weapon. He found no problem except the fact that he was unable to remove the magazine. After 20 seconds of precious time being wasted on his fruitless attempts, Blaise went against all firearm safety laws and unloaded the magazine into a tree; clearly startling the master and his student with the loud popping. Blaise figured that there would be around 17 rounds in the magazine, or at least there should be, so he wanted to continue firing until the weapon ran dry and the pistol slide would lock back.
Unlike what Blaise predicted, the gun fired an 18th time. Surprised by this event, he began to shoot more and more, increasing his fire rate. Somehow, Blaise began to feel more and more sluggish with each passing shot. As he continued to count, he got even more frightened when he reached higher numbers.
30….40?...50?!...60?!...90?!...
As soon as Blaise counted 100 rounds, the trunk of the unfortunate tree was nearly shredded apart. Blaise stood there in utter disbelief. Nearby, the master and his pupil stood by. The master, unlike his student, was calmer and collected; even though he was trying to contain his blatant excitement, his pupil went far above what he had expected.
The master smiled and walked toward Blaise, "well then, boy, if you're done taking your anger out on that tr- AGHGHHHHHHHH AAAAAGHHHH!"
The pupil jumped from the loud sound of the weapon and the screams of agony his master was spilling. Blood was rushing out of the master's right knee as he cradled it like a child. The boy turned to Blaise and saw him walking towards him. The boy went into full panic mode and backed away, tripping over a rock. He froze in fear when Blaise stood over him, his eyes glaring into his own.
Blaise finally spoke, "I've defeated your master… do I go home now?"
"W-whhh-whaa-what-t-t?" the boy asked, fear in his voice.
"Can I go home now?"
"U-u-umm."
Blaise grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt and held him up to his face.
"SPIT IT OUT!" Blaise yelled.
"I-I-I d-don't know how to send you home, okay!" the boy cried, closing his eyes.
When the wave of realization hit him, Blaise dropped the boy on the ground and just stood still. Blaise's eyes widened as he dug his hands into his hair. The boy opened his eyes and saw the suffering and pain in Blaise's eyes, and thus quickly curled up into a ball and hid his head in his legs. Blaise turned his head around around and looked at the wailing master as if possessed by a demon, a body devoid of any human emotion. The master stopped screaming and started laughing maniacally, "HAHA YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT THE SPELL WOULD SEND YOU BACK?! THE SPELL WAS NEVER CREATED TO SEND ANYTHING BACK! IT WAS CREATED TO PRODUCE AN UNSTOPPABLE ARMY OF SERVANTS FOR LORD ZEREF; SERVANTS THAT FOLLOW HIS EVERY COMMAND!"
As the boy was crying in his legs, the sounds of his laughing master were quickly silenced by a loud explosion. Then another explosion went off after the silence, then again, then again, then again, then again. Minutes felt like hours for the boy. When he felt like the explosions ceased, he bestowed his eyes upon the bloody mess that was his former master. His head was reduced to bone and brain, and his body was littered with gaping holes. With careful eyes, the boy watched the terrifying weapon the man yielded vanish in his hand.
After a brief period of silence, Blaise began to walk away.
Shaking, the boy asked, "you aren't going to kill me?"
Blaise stopped walking and turned around. The boy stared into Blaise's eyes and saw eyes not of anger, but of sadness.
"No, I will leave you with the guilt of ruining the life of an innocent person and the guilt of your master's death. I want to leave you with that guilt so you don't do this in the future again. Being honest, I could never live with myself if I had killed a child… I reckon that you are the only person alive who knows this spell, am I correct?"
The boy nodded.
Blaise sighed, and walked back over to the body of the former master. After digging around in one of the robes' pockets, he pulled out a worn scroll. Turning back to the boy, Blaise tossed the scroll over to him; the scroll landing a couple of feet from him.
Blaise continued, "therefore, you must swear on your life that you will never teach this spell to anyone, nor ever practice it again. You are young and have an entire life ahead of you, and I don't want you to follow down the same path as your master. If you choose to continue to follow the path of your master…" Blaise leaned in towards the teenager, "…there will be a point in time when I decide when your life shall end. Are we clear?"
The boy nodded as fast as his head would allow.
"Alright, now get rid of that. Seal it away, hide it. I don't want that to ever be used again."
The boy stuttered, "o-okay…"
With that response, Blaise left the boy to decide his own fate.
Blaise regretted not asking the boy where he was exactly. Of course, that information was one of the requests he made, but the boy's master mentioned a place called, "Fiore." What was Fiore? What territory does Fiore call its own? Are there any other factions other than Fiore? How does their society work with magic?
A few weeks ago, the concept of magic was fantasy to Blaise. Yet a few weeks ago the concept of magic became a reality. After leaving the boy, Blaise set of into the forest; hunting animals, training his unreal magical capabilities, and trying to find at least a single fucking house. During his wanderings, he noticed that when he summons guns, it takes more energy to create the weapon, rather than the plethora of ammo the weapons use. So, he began training himself to pull out a ton of weapons all in a short span of time. This practice slowly improved his ability to hone his powers, yet vastly increased the path of destruction throughout the forest. This such action did not go unnoticed by Sorcerer Magazine, Fiore's number one source of news about wizards.
Roughly, around this time, Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Happy, and Erza had just completed the S-Class job on Galuna Island. Upon arriving back on friendly shores, Lucy noticed a stand was filled to the brim with the newest addition to Sorcerer Magazine. Yet, after getting a closer look at the magazines, there was something odd about the front cover of this issue. Instead of pictures of wizards on the cover, it was an image of hundreds of trees; they were all battered, destroyed, and some were cut in half. Upon getting her hands upon the latest issue, and rightfully paying, she began to frantically read what the pages had to offer.
"Hey guys, this edition of Sorcerer Weekly has some really messed up things in it," Lucy said, walking back over to the group.
"How so?" asked Erza Scarlet, probably the most BAMF (Badass Mother Fucker) of the group.
Lucy replied, "well apparently someone, or something for that matter, is puncturing a ton of trees and putting holes in them. I'm not talking about like one or two holes in every other tree. No, it says that number of holes range from around 10 to over 500 in almost every tree that fell victim to this onslaught. The path of destruction, that this person or animal created, seemed to be spreading towards our town of Magnolia, however the path stops once it came close to a man's farm in a nearby town; which is how they found out about this anomaly. That means something is trying to do this in secret. It also says here that the Magic Council is offering a reward for any information regarding to what is doing this."
"Don't we have anything better to worry about rather than just stupid trees?" retorted Gray Fullbuster.
Happy cheerfully jested, "LIKE FOOD!"
Erza smirked, "actually I was thinking about your punishment."
Upon hearing that, everyone but Erza groaned in complaint.
Fast forwarding a bit through time, past the whole body-switching phase of their lives, we reach a point where they take an easy job, which is evidentially in the nearest town. They learn that a certain man appeared in the town the exact day the authorities found the trail of destruction. They said that the man did not have any known form of attire except for jeans and a light-blue shirt labelled in an unknown language. The townspeople told them that they had sent the man to Magnolia to seek help, which is what the man asked of. Thanking the townspeople, the group started off back to their hometown. They just killed 2 birds with one stone: knocking out the job and getting information on the Tree-Trasher.
Two days ago...
"What do you mean you don't know where you are?!" the old man questioned.
"I'm sorry that I'm forcing your hand, sir, especially at this time of day," Blaise apologized, glancing back at the pitch-black sky. "But I am actually lost. Is there anywhere I can make some money to get on my feet? I'm new to this area."
The old man couldn't be more than 5 feet and 4 inches tall, the doorway standing at twice his height. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the old man looked back up at Blaise, "the closest city is called Magnolia. Half a day's walk if you take a vehicle, but the trip takes 1-2 days if you walk."
Oh God, I'm really gonna ask this…
Blaise sighed, "this question may seem odd, but do you know how many hours are in a day here?"
The old man raised an eyebrow, "boy, it's the middle of the night, you must be drunk."
"I can assure you that I'm being totally serious right now. And I'm being genuinely honest when I saw I'm not from around here."
With a dirty glance, the man told him, "24, idiot; I bet you were going to ask me if there were 60 seconds in a minute, if so then yes. Now get off my porch."
Blaise nodded. After properly thanking the man, he proceeded to walk towards this city called "Magnolia".
Odd name… Blaise thought.
Blaise was resting on a rock upon one of the mountains that surrounded the beautiful city of Magnolia. Of course, Blaise chose to stay near the path, since this was a new world, after all. Blaise woke up from his flashback that occurred a couple of days ago, to the sound of a cart being pulled and people talking. Being too relaxed to do anything, he didn't even bother trying to conceal himself. He watched as the 4 oddly-dressed and oddly-haired people walked by underneath him. The one with pink hair started to laugh to himself, "was that an awesome job or what?"
Then a man with dark hair retorted, "face it, you guys are just lucky that I decided to come along."
"We're lucky that you begged to come with us? How do you figure?!" the pink-haired man questioned.
"Because you were as helpful as one of Erza's suitcases," the man in the thin, white, trench-coat stated.
The two guys started to butt heads together, looking for a fight. Until the red-haired woman got in between them and said with an authoritarian voice, "that's enough, boys. Now, please, get dressed." The woman had metallic grey armor, with addition to a blue skirt; it was like half of her was stuck in the Medieval Times, and the other was stuck in the 21st Century. Blaise had no idea what the woman was talking about, but then realized that the dark-headed man was in his undergarments for some odd reason. He started to freak out, "FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME I JUST WANT TO ARGUE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON FOR ONCE?!" The red-haired armored woman walked away from the two hoodlums and began pulling a cart that was overflowing with belongings. To be fair, she looked like an ant carrying 100 times its own weight. Not even going to question the logic of that, Blaise watched the odd-looking group disappear down the path.
With a sigh, Blaise attempted to get some rest. A few minutes passed by, and Blaise was beginning to feel himself drifting off. That was, until he heard a high pitch voice.
"Hey, guys! Wait up for me!"
Thinking they left behind a kid, Blaise groaned. He got up from the rock he was sitting on and decided to search for the source of the voice. Blaise jumped down 10-15 feet, landing on the pathway to the city, and was hit by a fast-moving object. Blaise had all of the wind knocked out of him as his body was thrown through the air, sliding down the gravel-path. Once he finally stopped sliding, Blaise gasped for air as he felt the object in his arms. The object in question was furry, blue, had wings, and a tail…? The blue creature immediately flew away from him, stopping a good 5 feet away from his face. Blaise's eyes widened as the animal just flew in place, smiling.
"Sorry, sir, I'm trying to get to my friends," Happy said.
The man said nothing, refusing to advert his gaze.
"Okay, I guess I'll leave now…" Happy slurred, then proceeded to fly past the man.
"Wait…"
Happy stopped flying and turned to the man.
"You wouldn't happen to be a cat, would you...?"
"Why of course I'm a cat!"
The man leaned his head forward, "that can talk…"
"Of course!"
"And can fly…?"
"You act like you've never seen a cat before."
Happy then considered the clothes he was wearing. Jeans… oddly labelled shirt… man… Wait. Is that the guy the townspeople were telling us about? Happy thought.
"Excuse me, sir," Happy said, "you wouldn't happen to have passed through the town over there, would you?" Happy turned to his left a bit and pointed in the direction of the forest.
"Oh, that town? Yeah I did. I was told to come here."
Happy didn't say anything and sped past Blaise, flying as fast as he could, leaving Blaise speechless.
Meanwhile…
"Wait, guys? Where is Happy?" Natsu questioned.
"How should I know, you're his friend," Gray replied.
"HEY! You're his friend too!"
"Only idiots would befriend someone as stupid as you."
The two guys butted heads a second time.
"You take that back, ice boy!"
"Oh, what are you going to do, fire breath!"
"GUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYYSSS!" Happy screamed behind them.
Pulling his head away from Gray's forehead, Natsu smiled, "hey buddy, where have you been?"
"You know the guy that the townspeople sent over here? The guy that supposedly destroyed those trees? Yeah, I think I just ran into him back up the path!"
Upon hearing that, Erza's eyes widened and she immediately stopped pulling the cart. She turned around and bolted back up the mountain.
Blaise was just left there feeling awkward. A talking cat, that can fly, is considered normal here? He had some serious adjusting to do.
In the distance, he could hardly spot out a figure with red hair running up the mountain path ahead of him. As it got closer the red figure turned into the armored woman he saw earlier. Thinking to himself, oh, she forgot her friend, I'll just tell her that he flew towards the city. He noticed as she closed the gap, he began to see her face full of anger, and she was looking right into his soul.
Blaise stopped walking and slowly backed up, fear slowly building up inside of him.
The figure yelled, "YOU!"
Upon hearing that word, Blaise ran as fast as he could up the mountain, away from the crazy armored lady. Minutes seemed like hours as he ran for his life. He wasn't much of a runner, but the adrenaline was kicking in, so it honestly didn't matter. He ran for a good minute before turning around, and his soul became permanently scarred.
She was right on his heels and in arm's reach.
Blaise freaked out and immediately took a detour through the nearby forest, which threw the lady off course, causing her to slide and lose footing. Blaise continued to jump over large unearthed roots and found himself near a bunch of tree-less hills. He took the opportunity to climb to the top of one of the hills, only stopping to catch a breath. He looked around him, seeing no one. Thinking he got away, he began to laugh. Suddenly, something began to block out the sun, confused, he looked at what it might be; his eyes bore witness to the crazy lady blocking out the sun and coming at him in some weird armor. The armor seemed to be a dress entirely made of metal, actually, it looked like her dress were made of swords. On top of that, she was holding two swords of her own, flying towards Blaise. Blaise had a panic attack and tried to run again. He lost his footing and slipped down the hill. Grass turned into rock as he continued his tumble downhill through the mountains. Hitting every crevasse and groove, until his journey ended when he hit something not as hard: a briefcase. Lucy, Natsu, and Gray were confused to see a random man passed out on Erza's stuff, but Happy quickly interjected that this was the guy that he had run into.
Upon Erza's arrival back to the group, the man had already been pulled off her stuff and leaned up against a giant rock. The man awoke to find himself on the ground, surrounded by the 4 people and the talking cat.
"Umm… Can I help you?" Blaise asked.
"Are you the one that has been destroying hundreds of trees?" the red-headed woman questioned, her voice filled with anger.
"Yeah, I was. Why are you so worked up about it?"
Erza grabbed him by the collar and glared into his soul.
Blaise tried to use his legs to push himself away from her gaze. "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!" Blaise yelled, his voice filled with fear. "I-I was just practicing my magic and trying to find civilization at the same time. It took me 3 fucking weeks to find a single house!"
The red-haired woman continued her interrogation, "what kind of magic do you practice?"
Blaise shook his head and nervously laughed, "you wouldn't believe me if I told you…" Blaise looked back up at the group, "c'mon. Let me ask you guys some questions before you find out my Social Security Number. Honestly seems fair to me."
The members of Fairy Tail looked to themselves, exchanging confused looks. Shaking her confusion, Erza finally said, "alright, what did you have to ask, then?"
Oh no, I really backed myself up into a corner. I didn't think this far ahead. C'mon, Blaise, think. Okay, that pink dude has a tattoo on his shoulder... nothing special… wait, that girl has it on her hand too? Maybe that's important? Let me ask that.
"What is that tattoo on his shoulder supposed to represent?" Blaise asked, pointing to the marking on Natsu's shoulder.
Erza cocked her head to the side, "well, for starters, that isn't a tattoo. It's a guild-mark. It's odd that you don't already know this, considering you are a wizard."
"Really? You find me odd, yet you literally have a flying, talking, cat the color of the fucking sky!" Blaise yelled, pointing to Happy. "3 things that are impossible to begin with. On top of that, I am no wizard."
"You said you practiced magic, didn't you?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah..."
"That makes you a wizard, wizards practice magic."
"Okay, fine, whatever… But I still don't know what the marking represents," Blaise responded.
"It represents the logo of the Fairy Tail guild. The most powerful guild in all of Fiore," Erza explained.
"Really…" Blaise said sarcastically.
"Of course, and our guild hall is the second-biggest building in the town of Magnolia. Also, it's the closest building to the shoreline."
Blaise glanced past Erza and her friends as he looked at the building they were talking about.
"You mean the giant-ass building with that weird-ass design?"
"Define weird," said Gray.
"Like giant rods sticking out of the damn thing."
This had everyone confused, so they turned around and began to freak out.
"What?! Why does the guild hall look so bizarre?!" Erza gasped, dropping Blaise.
"No way," Gray said in disbelief.
"No, I don't understand," said Lucy.
"What's happened to it?" Natsu questioned.
"Listen, I don't know, and I really don't care… but if you'll excuse me I'll just- HEY PUT ME DO-"
His request was shortly ended by a punch to the face by Erza, one that knocked him unconscious.
"We have to hurry, let's go!" Erza commanded. She threw Blaise's unconscious body onto her cart and picked up the handle. Upon that, the group ran back towards the ruined guild hall.
XXXXXX
The group ran through the center of town, completely ignoring the worried stares from the crowds of civilians. After several minutes of running, they finally managed to make it to the front doors of the guild hall, or what was left of the doors.
"Our guild…. Someone did this to our guild?!" Natsu angrily said aloud.
"It was Phantom," said Mira.
"You serious?!" Gray asked.
Natsu's eyes widened, "Phantom did this?!"
Mira replied, "we couldn't do anything to stop them, they got us good…"
Mira began to cry.
The group began to make their way into the basement of the guild hall, which was packed with people. The smell of alcohol was apparent, mainly coming from Cana (not a shocker), and the guild master.
"You! What's up, kids?" The Makarov asked in a playful manner, clearly drunk.
"Uh, hi," Lucy said.
"Why the heck are you all sitting around down here?!" Natsu furiously asked everyone.
"Master, do you understand the gravity of the situation?" Erza questioned.
"The guild hall has been completely destroyed!" yelled Natsu.
"There is no need for yourselves to get worked up, it's not the end of the world or anything." The master began to start drinking from his tankard again. "It just goes to show you how cowardly those dunderheads in the Phantom Lord really are, they struck when no one was here. Is that anything worth bragging about?"
"Nobody was here?" Erza muttered, confusion in her voice.
"It was after everyone had already left for the night," Mira replied.
"We should be thankful for that, at least no one in our guild was hurt in the attack," Erza sighed.
"Listen, we should stop worrying ourselves with people who don't have the guts to attack us head on," Makarov said.
At this point, Natsu Punched clean through a wall. "Ain't gonna happen, Gramps. We can't just let them get away with this!"
"I'm done talking about this, Natsu." Makarov noticed the man slung over Erza's right shoulder, "who might that be, Erza?
Erza, completely forgetting about the man who she knocked out, quickly set him on the ground.
"You know that latest issue from that magazine, Sorcerer Weekly, and how it talked about something destroying trees? Well, this is the person who has been causing that. Oddly enough, as you see here, he wears clothing that has unrecognizable texts. He tried to escape, but we detained him and questioned him. He did not give us any information as to why he destroyed those trees, other than what he called "practice," but we do know that it was, in fact, him that caused the destruction."
"Unrecognizable, huh?" a voice called out behind Erza, the person in question walked over to Erza's side.
"Oh, Levy! It's great to see you," Erza smiled.
"It's good to see you too, Erza. Now, what can't you read?"
Erza pointed at the words on the back of the man's shirt.
"Don't worry, Erza. It's probably some language you've never learned…" Levy's eyes widened as she gasped.
"What is it?!" Makarov asked, for a moment his drunken attitude was almost drowned out by seriousness.
"I… I-I can't read this!" Levy exclaimed. "I have never seen this language before!"
"Hmmm…" the Master mumbled. Makarov jumped up from his little perch and proceeded to stand right in front of the unconscious man, observing him. The strong smell of alcohol made the unconscious man move a bit, resulting in him gaining consciousness. He sat up and immediately held his head in the spot where Erza punched him.
"Thanks for the concussion," he sarcastically said.
Erza raised an eyebrow, "concussion?"
Blaise sighed, "never mind."
"Hello, boy," Makarov said.
"You know, the last person who called me that had his kneecap blown apart. So, please, don't call me boy."
Knowing that the threat was obviously empty, Makarov ignored the comment. "Is it true that you have been destroying all those trees in the forest?"
Blaise nodded slowly.
"Well, with magic power like that, we would love to have you in our guild!" Makarov declared happily.
"I think I'll pass…"
"We'll discuss the specifics later, I'm going to the bathroom," Makarov said while drunkenly doing a signature Naruto-run.
"Was that…?"
Erza nodded, "Fairy Tail's guild master. His name is Makarov."
Blaise got up, dusted himself off, and noticed the girl with white hair standing next to him. He reached his hand out and said, "oh, sorry, I'm Blaise. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms.…?"
Mira hesitantly drew her hand out, only for Blaise to grab in and start shaking it with a firm grip, "Mirajane, but people call me Mira," she said.
"Mirajane… such an unusual name."
"Blaze is an odd name too," giggling whilst she spoke, not realizing she screwed up his name.
"Ahem, if you are done talking to Mira, there are a few things I would personally like to ask you," Erza demanded.
"Just you?"
She nodded.
"And what if I say no?"
His eyes looked into Erza's as he received her reply: a deathstare.
"Okay! Okay! Regardless, I feel like what I have to say will cause a commotion if I said it here, is there any place that would be more private?"
"Yes, follow me."
Blaise proceeded to follow Erza through a maze of hallways and doorways, only to lead into what looked like an empty hospital room. She demanded him to tell her everything, who he really was, where he comes from, what magic he uses, etc. At first, Blaise stood defiant against her aggression; but Erza asked again, more politely this time. Finally giving in, Blaise sat down on one of the cots and began describing everything.
"Before we begin, tell me I have this all down. The small old dude is Master Makarov, your name is Erza Scarlet, the dude with the pink hair is Natsu, the dude with the dark hair in the white coat is Gray, the blonde is Lucy, and the flying cat is Happy?"
"You are correct."
"Okay, good. I appreciate you telling me on the way over here. Now, let's get started. Hitting off the bat, you might not believe everything I'm going to tell you, but it is all true. I am not one to lie, nor bluff. Now, I must warn you, what I'm about to say might be a little too much for you to handle at one time…"
Blaise looked at Erza, who had her arms crossed.
Sighing, Blaise continued, "okay… Getting the specifics out of the way, I'm going to be blunt and say that I am not from your world. I'm not from any distant country or town, no. I'm from a completely different timeline, a completely different universe. Where I come from, Fiore did not even exist. Hell, magic is that of imagination where I am from. You might not believe me when I say that, but magic is non-existent in my world. But in your world, it's everywhere. The amount of adjusting I had to do to cope with the existence of such an art is ridiculous. I am still trying to believe that there is an entire society built upon the foundation of magic! Yet, you might ponder what my society is run by. Well that is Science and Technology. You know how I mentioned the word "concussion" earlier today? That is a simplified term to a complex anomaly of one's damage to the brain due to head trauma. Science is incredible, because certain plants and animals have certain biological attributes that help them survive. Did you know that a certain chemical secreted from a certain fungus can cure many bacterial infestations, for example: a common cold? Oh, who am I kidding, you probably don't even know what bacteria are. Before I forget…"
Blaise threw his long-dead I-Phone 7 onto the cot.
"That is a piece of technology, otherwise known as a phone. I can use it to contact anyone at any time, when I want, and where I want. I can communicate with people immediately. But I choose to watch videos of cats online."
Erza was just dumbfounded at what Blaise was telling her. Is he really from another world? Is he telling the truth? She just looked at the white-and-black device on the cot.
"Listen, I come from a civilization that is fundamentally more advanced that your society here. I may be a bit biased when I say this, but I know for a fact that my country's military can easily overwhelm anyone who uses any form of magic. You see?"
Blaise turned around and pointed to the giant design on the back, directing Erza to look at the American flag that was on the back of the shirt, along with the text, "NOT MADE IN CHINA".
AN: Erza couldn't read the language, so she didn't know what it meant, she also didn't know that it was from a company called "Over Under" that makes it products in the United States. So, if you're looking for decently priced, high-quality, shirts, go to their website. That promo though lmao.
"This is the flag of my country, the flag of The United States of America. What type of government controls the nation of Fiore, might I ask?"
"Well, there is the Fiore Royal Family…" Erza said.
"Okay, I was hoping you wouldn't say that… Because that, right there, is what is called a monarchy. In my world, monarchies are nearly extinct; only a handful of nations still follow that form of government. It is a terrible form of government that allows a select number of individuals to control the lives of its people, same with Communism… Have you ever heard of Communism?"
Erza shook her head.
"Thank God, that form of government is one of the worst ever conceived. Of course, Communism only works in small communities; but some people don't realize its failures when implemented on a country populated by hundreds of millions of people. Like I have said before, I may be a bit biased towards certain things over others. You see, the form of government that I believe to be the best one is called a Democracy. In a Democracy, the people have a say in government affairs; they get to vote in who they want to lead the nation. The best part is, no one has total authority. Even our President has his own limits, if he or she so chooses to go beyond his limits, they will be severely punished. My country also protects inalienable rights, in simpler terms: rights you are born with that cannot be taken away. Things like: Freedom of Speech, Press, Petition, Assembly, Bear Arms, and many more things that are crucial to one's liberty. Now, I should stop myself from ranting about my country and its strengths and weaknesses. Look, you are probably wondering how I got here."
Erza just looked at him with wide eyes, still unmoving from her position.
I know it is a lot to take in at one time, Erza.
"I'm going to shorten the details to make it easier to understand. Okay, so apparently some idiot and his master decided it was best for them to search for banned dark magic or whatever…"
Erza tensed up.
"And so, what happened is that the pupil got his grubby little hands on a spell that can summon a sentient being from any point in time, or any place in time, or any place in the universe, or any universe for that matter. The spell allows the sentient being to create any weapon of its choosing to fight. However, I was told, by the master, that the spell was never created to send the fighter back. Instead it was a tool to build an army of powerful slaves to fight for a guy named Zeref. I don't know who Zeref is, but I highly doubt I will forget the name Zeref."
"How did you get away from them?"
"I killed the master, of course. What else am I supposed to do?"
"You… killed someone?"
"You don't kill people with your magic?"
"No, I personally haven't killed anyone that I've fought…"
"I have a distinct feeling that there will be a time where you take somebody's life."
"Your first instinct shouldn't be to kill the person you're fighting; only dark guilds refuse to care about the lives of others."
"Listen, Erza. I have been following my morals for all of my life. Anyone who lives their life to hurt others is not much of a friend in my book. I'm not the type of person that the kid's master was. That man ruined my life, possibly even his student's life; regardless of the fact that it was the student that summoned me."
"What happened to this… student?" Erza asked.
"What happened? Hell if I know. I did not kill that kid, I left him alive and told him to stop following the path he had been wandering on his whole life."
"I see…"
Blaise looked down, "so now, I'm stuck in a world that I can't leave, just because of somebody's lust for power. I was ripped away from my family… I didn't even get to say goodbye…"
Erza didn't say anything.
"Doubt that you know what that feels like. Having your life torn apart because of someone else's actions…" Blaise stood up from the cot, "I'm done talking about this. Feel free to tell everyone in the guild, if you so please. I'm not too fond on repeating myself dozens and dozens of times."
With that, Blaise left the room, and made his pathetic attempt to get back to the basement. Erza did not know what to say and what to do. She wanted to tell him that she knew how he felt, because she was taken as a child and forced into slavery. She wanted to tell him that after her escape from that dreadful place, she found a family and a home in Fairy Tail. Erza stood straight and walked out in pursuit of Blaise.
I need to tell Blaise.
It was late at night when Lucy and her friend, "Plue," were making their way back to Lucy's house. She decided to take the usual route home, walking next to the side of the river. Despite what the same two men kept telling her over and over again, she knew she wasn't going to fall in.
Once her house was in eye-sight, Lucy finally spoke up.
"So many things are happening, Plue," Lucy sighed.
Plue just looked at Lucy.
"First, Phantom Lord attacks our guild hall. Then, we get a new member…"
Lucy began to play out the recent events in her head.
Lucy remembered herself sitting in the basement, spectating the scene of Natsu and Gray going at each other's throats again. When she saw the man called Blaise walk back in through the door. She watched as Blaise went over to Makarov, said a few things, and was about to make his way towards the stairs until he heard Erza yell, "wait!"
Everyone in the guild hall went dead silent, and no one made a move.
Blaise ceased any movement, not turning to Erza.
"Listen, I know how you feel," said Erza.
"I told you, I have nothing to say," he bluntly replied.
"Well, listen what I have to say, then."
Blaise turned toward her and crossed his arms. He raised an eyebrow, signaling he was waiting. "Well, I'm waiting…"
Erza closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "as a young girl, my village was attacked by cultists of Zeref…" Erza opened her eyes and looked at Blaise, "they had killed almost all the adults, and kidnapped the majority of the children, including myself. I never grew up with a mother and father, never knowing the feeling of love, and on top of that, I was forced into doing something I did not want to do. While I was enslaved, I made friends with so many people; they were family to me. But when I finally got away from that awful place, my friends weren't with me… as I continued to wander the world, I tried to fill the void where my family was. But then I found a home in Fairy Tail… Fairy Tail is my family now."
Blaise eased the tension in his shoulders a bit.
"I know that you can never go back home again, and I send you my deepest condolences, but here at Fairy Tail… we are all family. We all see each other as brothers and sisters, and as long as we have one another, there is something worth fighting for."
Blaise cocked his head to the side.
"Blaise, the offer still stands, do you want to be part of this family? Do you want to join Fairy Tail?"
Blaise stared deep her eyes, realizing she was dead serious. Then, he looked around at the countless number of various faces; each having their own story, life, loss, emotions, and personalities. They all came together as one and support one another like family.
Sighing, Blaise looked back at Erza, "you really want me to join Fairy Tail?"
Erza smirked, "not just me, we all want you to join."
When Erza made that statement, everyone began openly stating their agreement with what she said.
Blaise sighed again, "and you feel like it is the best option for me?"
Erza nodded.
Blaise stood there and looked at the ground, clearly contemplating whether or not to join the guild. I mean, did he have a choice? After a minute of silence, Lucy was close enough to hear him utter the words, "fuck it."
In a louder and confident tone, he said, "yes, I would love to join Fairy Tail."
With that, everyone cheered and started to have a party. Erza came over to Blaise and hugged him tightly. A smile forming on her face.
"I don't think I have ever seen Erza hug anyone like that before, have you Natsu?" Gray asked.
"I don't remember a time where she has," Natsu replied. "Wait, is she crying?!"
"Okay, I know that I have never seen her cry before; what makes you think would make her cry?" Gray said.
"I don't know, but whatever this Blaise told her, it must not have been good," Natsu replied.
Mira made her way over to Blaise and asked him where he wanted the Fairy Tail logo. He told her that he wanted it on his left shoulder, and he wanted to color pattern to be red, white, and blue. So thirds were divided from the logo, and on the top of the logo, it was the color red; on the bottom left of the logo, it was blue, and on the bottom right of the logo, it was white.
To be honest, Blaise wanted a little reminder of where he came from. Not wanting to forget who he was.
"Welcome to Fairy Tail, Blaise!" Makarov gleefully proclaimed, still on the brink of passing out drunk.
She must've been daydreaming for so long, because she was already at her home. She opened the doors to her place, only to find Erza, Natsu, and Gray eating at her table, with Blaise sitting upright with his head tilted back on her couch, obviously asleep.
"WHY DO YOU LIKE TO SHOW UP WITHOUT ASKING FIRST!" Lucy yelled. "WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" she screamed while hitting Natsu with a piece of furniture.
"Since the guild's been attack, we can assume that there are Phantom Lord members are in town," Erza said.
"They probably found out where everyone lives by now. Mira said we'd be safer if we holed up together, you know, strength in numbers?" Gray stated.
"But why did you have to come to my place?" Lucy complained.
"Well, it was already determined that Gray and Natsu would be at your place, so I decided to come along because I didn't feel comfortable with a young lady like yourself with two men. And Blaise is here because he has no home, yet," Erza replied.
Once Erza finished her sentence, Plue and Happy started to go through Lucy's stuff. Natsu joined in on the sweet candy fun that Plue was partaking in, whilst Happy and Erza found Lucy's panty drawer, which particularly intrigued Erza to why Lucy would wear such garments. Shortly after, Erza commanded both conscious boys to clean themselves up so they didn't reek of sweat. After a bit of complaining from the boys' side, everyone was finally cleansed. Realizing the opportunity, she requested that everyone had to gather and listen to what she had to say.
"There is something you should know about Blaise…"
The next morning, Blaise decided to go on an early-morning run. Last night, before arriving at Lucy's house, Erza gave him information of the area of Magnolia. He had never seen the Magnolia Southgate Park in person before, so he wanted to go early in the morning, which he felt was the most beautiful time of any day. He ran through the maze of buildings and found himself approaching a guardrail. As he got closer to the guardrail, he began to see the park. The park was magnificent, it seemed to be dug out from the earth, and someone planted a tree right in the middle of it. He stopped to admire the tree, thinking it to be over 150 years old at least, due to the sheer size and all. That is, until he saw something strange. Tied around the trunk was either some odd form of decoration, or odd form of art. He made his way down the endless flight of stairs, only to realize that it wasn't decoration, nor art.
There were 3 people beaten and pinned to the tree. He recognized the blue haired girl to be Levy, because he met her during the party the day before. His first reaction was to get help. Blaise immediately ran back towards Lucy's house, running as fast as his legs would carry him. Once he burst through the front door, he ran up the stairs and kicked open Lucy's apartment door. He saw a few heads pop up from the ground and couches, one of them being Erza. The group of people that just woke up gave him dirty looks.
Blaise was panting, "guys… we have a problem… Like a REALLY big problem…"
"Move, we are from their guild!" Erza told the citizens that swarmed the park.
"Phantom Lord did this..." Natsu said angrily, looking at the guild-mark painted on Levy's stomach.
Then everyone heard the footsteps of a shorter stature walking up behind them.
"Master…" Erza mumbled.
Makarov had fury that of none other when he said, "I can take our headquarters being reduced to rubble, but I will not let harm come to my children without taking REVENGE!" Makarov shattered his walking stick by squeezing his hand, startling Lucy. "We have no choice but to go to war!" Makarov declared.
"Master, since we are going to war, might I ask you one question?" Blaise asked.
Makarov looked at Blaise, "should I hold back?"
Makarov yelled, "do not hold back!"
Blaise smirked.
All was peaceful and quiet in Oak Town, everywhere except the Phantom Lord guild hall; there, the rambunctious crowd of hooligans were celebrating what Gajeel did to Fairy Tail. All was glee until the doors to the guild hall exploded open, sending 3 men flying. All the Phantom Lord members got out of their chairs and stared at the door. As the smoke cleared, the Fairy Tail guild was seen in the doorway.
"Fairy Tail has come calling!" Makarov yelled.
Immediately, 20 Phantom Lord members pounced upon Natsu, "WHO WANTS TO PLAY WITH FIRE?!" yelled Natsu, absolutely wrecking his opponents.
With that, everyone yelled and ran towards each other like war movies. Except one person. Blaise was running towards the right flank when he summoned the most deadly, portable, weapon he could think of. A few people saw his wrists glow and some object appeared in his hands, blissfully unaware to what it was. It just looked like a hunk of metal and attached to the metal were several hollow rods that were held together by a ring of metal. Erza's reaction was different, she did not see his magic in action, so she was weary. What Blaise had summoned was the M134, otherwise commonly known as a Minigun.
As Blaise positioned himself on the right flank of the Phantom Lord force, he made sure that his guild-mates that were fighting in the front line would get hurt. Blaise spotted Makarov making his way upstairs, meaning he was out of the line of fire. After doing safety checks, the barrel of the gun began to spin, creating a noise. The noise had almost garnered the attention of almost everyone in the giant room.
No one, not even the members of Fairy Tail, could've predicted what was about to come.
Blaise began to laugh, saying the words, "you really fucked up."
After that sentence, a noise louder than a dragon's roar covered the echoing chamber of the Phantom Lord guild hall. All the attention was put onto Blaise as the weapon he was holding began to shoot out fire. The next thing people saw were the Phantom Lord guild members literally being torn apart by some tiny invisible forces. Even Natsu was completely taken aback to watching his foes get shredded apart in front of him. What was really happening was Blaise firing over 50 shots per second towards the Phantom Lord force. The lucky ones were the people whose heads were vaporized by the intense firepower. The unlucky ones were the people who had their legs blown apart when Blaise had the idea to "mow the grass a few inches lower". Those unlucky people had to endure a long and painful death from the arteries in their legs being severed. Everyone in Fairy Tail just stood there in disbelief, could he really be doing this?
Everyone in Phantom Lord, on the other hand, screamed as they tried to hide from the onslaught. More than half of the force was cut down within the first minute of the constant barrage. There was blood everywhere; severed limbs and various mounds of body mass were strewn about the hall. The ones that hid behind metal objects or stone were spared from the carnage, the unfortunate ones were the people who decided on hiding behind the tables, which served them no cover. Therefore, not sparing them from the fury. The sounds of hell ceased when the spinning part of Blaise's weapon turned red. He, then, made the weapon disappear, clutching his chest and falling to a knee. He had overdone it.
With one gasp, Blaise lost all consciousness and fell to the floor.
Author's Note 2: Hey! Hopefully you liked the updated version of this chapter!
Author's Note 1: Jesus Christ did this take a long time. I know that it was a lot to create, and it will be difficult trying to stay lore-based and on par with the actual lore. But I will be going episode by episode. Many of the chapters will have a few, if not a lot of, episodes contained in them. I hope that you give me advise on how to properly write better, like punctuation errors and such.
Also, don't hit me up with that belief bullsh*t.
I stated clearly what I was going to do, and I intend for everything to be coming from the main character. So don't get mad at me if my character somehow is offensive… I have created a character that does his best to be the middle-man, or perhaps the devil's advocate.
Setting that nasty stuff aside, I will try to keep the relationships between characters lore-based. So you crazy ship fans can pipe down. The relationships will work parallel with the episodes. So I don't have Levy banging Gajeel in chapter 5 or some shit like that because she's "so in love with him".
Furthermore, don't give me shipping ideas. You can create your own fetishes.
Take care you guys!
-DMS