This is a rewritten version of the first chapter. My reason for doing so is that [BANIX] said he wasn't happy with what I did and to be honest, he was right. What I did was a complete dick move under the guise of 'This is my first story and I needed inspiration'. In the end, all I did was take his hard work, change small sections and use it for myself. I didn't how much of an effect it would have until it was pointed by said author.

I've decided to rewrite the entire chapter. I'm really sorry it happened and it will never happen again. I don't have much to offer you but if you want you can have my old Roblox account? Actually, never mind. I just can't part ways with it.

[Chapter 1]

At the tender age of 15, my life ended.

I was on my way home from school when a child was about to get hit by a car. I decided to push her out of the way, taking the hit for her. In hindsight, it may not have been my best idea but it definitely wasn't my worst. I'll probably be seen as a hero, a funeral will be held with many people attending. The girl's family will promise to never forget me. Anyone who was associated with me will be interviewed.

And yet, I couldn't care less.

My life was a terrible one. Hell, I wasn't even meant to be born. My mother made sure to tell me that everyday. I was the product of a wild night filled with alcohol and drugs. When my mother found out she was pregnant with me, she tried to have an abortion but by then it was already too late, because of me she can't go out on more wild nights anymore. She's constantly being checked up on by Child Protection Services.

"You have no worth!" she would tell me. "You were a mistake!". Perhaps she was right, though if that's the case then she had no worth either. What does it mean to sire something that holds no value? Does it not mean you would have to be the same? Trash will only lead to more trash after all. If I had no worth, then both she and my father had no worth as human beings either. She was being irrational by constantly putting the blame on me. Of course, she didn't believe so. I was the problem, that was all the explanation she needed. And so came the constant beatings, berating, blaming. A small part of me just wanted to make her disappear. The rational side would argue that she's my mother, she needs help, i'm better than her.

Even so, she died anyway.

I was 9 years old at the time. It was murder. While I was at school, she invited a man into our home. She obviously wanted to get back into the wild life while her guest had other motives. When I got home, I was greeted with the sight of her body. Her neck wrung like a used dishrag, her lifeless eyes stared down at the floor. Her legs were spread open, the body was cold and unresponsive, she had to be dead right?

"Mom?" I tried to ascertain. No response. I should have felt something, right? A child that comes home only to find their parent dead, they would have to be distraught. Right? I felt nothing. After all, why should I feel anything for this woman? The woman who would curse my existence everyday? Nothing of value was lost so there was no need to feel anything.

I was sent to an orphanage soon after. They were told of my situation and agreed to take me in. The pity being sent my way was suffocating, it was wasted on me. Life at the orphanage was pretty uneventful. For 6 years I watched kids come and go while refusing to create a friendship with any of them. I didn't want anything to do with them. They were all so loud and always crying, I was content merely staying in the back where nobody could see me.

So when I saw the little girl running across the street with a car approaching, I decided to save her. Her life had more worth than mine, so it should be fine if I were to die right? It was comforting, knowing that this life that was cursed could be used to save another. I didn't even hesitate and when the car reached me, it was an instant death.

So imagine my surprise when I found myself reincarnated into another world. The world of Fairy Tail to be exact. I had only read up to the Tenrou-Island arc before stopping. My mothe-new mother held me in her arms while my fathe-new father stood by her side, both had smiles on their face. I was currently in deep thought. I have a lot of questions but what I really want to know is, why? Why am I here? Why am I still alive? People are meant to die when they are killed after all. I don't know what god was in charge of my soul but I do know that they clearly didn't do their job right.

[Somewhere else]

A certain blue-haired idiot goddess was panicking. She had misplaced the files of a soul that was meant to be sent to heaven, mixing them up with one 'Satou Kazuma'.

"What will you name him?" my new father asked my new mother. "I was thinking of naming him Mikaela, after my grandfather." She gave me a smile as she tightened her hold. It filled my body with a strange feeling. I wonder what it was? Whatever it was, it was not unwelcome. Normally I would have refused any affection but I can't really do anything as I am. I am also curious as to what that feeling was and if possible, want to experience it again. I was given a second chance and, regardless of how it was just thrown upon me, I will take it. I will live this life to the best of my ability and when I die, I can give whatever god that sent me here the finger and say "Fuck you!"

It was on the 27th of June 2015 that Marcus Hathway died and X765 that Mikaela Ortega was born.

Mikaela was a strange child. That was the conclusion that Olivia Ortega had reached.

For as long as she could remember, Mikaela Ortega was different from the other children. He was currently 10 years old and had pitch black hair and golden eyes that he inherited from his father. Her son would never act out. When he wasn't given what he wanted he didn't try to fight against her decision like most children his age would, he merely accepted it like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was a little too easy raising him. All the other mothers would complain about how hard their children are to control, with the constant crying, screaming, running around, etc.

Once again, she had a strange son. That doesn't mean she loves him any less.

He may have been different from the other children but when it comes down to it, he was her child. The child of her and her husband, the gift they were able to conceive. In the end, Mikaela too was still a child no matter how different. Whenever Mikaela went through his fathers belongings, his eyes sparkled with the same excitement the other children held. Her husband, bless his soul, was a mage, someone out of 10% of Earthlands population that could use magic. While he was quite strong, his real talent lied in his intellect. He was a genius when it came to the study of magic. He had written and created many types of magic and sold them to guilds around Fiore, it was their main source of income. Ever since he passed away it's been hard on her, the only thing they have of value is her husbands old sword but they could never sell it. It's all they have left to remember him by. She had to raise her child on her own while retaining her job. She was a waitress at the local bar and while the pay wasn't much, it was enough to keep them warm and fed. Life in the village of Vale was a nice one. The community were close with each other and wouldn't hesitate to help each other, it really was a beautiful village.

"Welcome home mother." Mikaela greeted her before she even entered the house. He memorised her work schedule and the times she goes out to stock up on groceries. "Hmm. I'm home Mika." She greeted back. Whenever anyone of them came home they would have to state it out loud for the other to hear. Mikaela was adamant on having it this way and, seeing as how this was one of the rare times Mikaela wanted something, she naturally obliged.

"Do you need help?" Mikaela asked once more. He was staring at the bags in her hands, no doubt wanting to relieve her stress as soon as possible. "If it wouldn't trouble you, yes please." Mikaela wasted no time moving towards his mother and taking the heaviest bag from her. As they entered their home, Mikaela closed the door behind him and made his was towards the kitchen, sending a worried glance along her way every now and again. He really did worry too much.

"Do you want to help prepare dinner?" She knew what his reply would be. Recently Mikaela has caught an interest in the art of cooking and Olivia would make sure that he learns all he can. She's already taught him everything she knows, he took to it like a fish in water, but 'there's always more to be learnt' is what he tells me. Sure enough, he agreed almost immediately.

It's been 10 years since I was reincarnated into this world. I was blessed with a loving mother and father who genuinely cared for me. My father had passed away when I was 5 and it's been hard without him but we've managed to pull ourselves together and keep going without him. He wasn't a mage but he had specialised in the art of the sword. The only thing he left behind for us was his katana. The blade was black with a red hamon, an appearance likewise to that of a set of sharp teeth, and a tsuba that was shaped like a flower petal. The hilt was wrapped with white silk and the tsuba and kojiri were golden. Finally, the sheath was black and decorated with dark red circles split into even thirds. It really was a beautiful blade and while I could stare at it forever, a small part of me was wondering what Shusui was doing in Fairy Tail world. Wasn't it a blade from the world of One Piece? How did it get here?

No point in asking questions that won't be answered. Best to just accept it at this point. If I was reincarnated into an anime world, who's to say that other animes don't exist? Moving on, my father used a style that allowed him to forcefully put holes into his opponents' guard. It must have been quite lethal when combining it with a sword like Shusui. Its best feature was its durability. It was so durable that even if a wizard saint were to try, it wouldn't bend even my a millimetre. It's exactly because it was so durable that it was also able to channel even the most destructive magic into it, increasing its damage potential.

The sword is all we have left of father and there's no way we're getting rid of it. Mother has allowed me to use the sword myself once I come of age so I've been practising, getting ready for the day I can take up my fathers blade. I've already decided what style of swordsmanship I want. The Tenken, or Divine Sword, utilised by Seta Sojiro from Rurouni Kenshin. It used a type of martial art called Shukichi that allows the user to practically disappear from their opponents sight by moving at top speed from the start, a pure speed-type sword style. He was so fast he had surpassed Kenshin at one point and the best part? The only requirement for using Shukuchi is strong leg power that needs to be developed at a young age. That's why I've been training ever since. I'm always wearing weights on my legs to increase their power and even though they're nothing like, say Lee's weights, they were still pretty heavy. Just imagine it though, the fastest sword style and the strongest sword.

Currently I was out in the village square buying ingredients and clothes. Moms birthday was coming up soon and I had been increasing my skills in the culinary art. I told her I was going out to the library but when I left home I made a beeline for the square. It was as busy as usual: the vendors trying to get the peoples attention, the waitresses giving out flyers for new pubs, children running around. It really was a nice place though a bit rural. I was worried that we don't have sufficient protection but the guards would always wave off my concerns. Nobody had attacked this town since it was created and we hardly got any visitors seeing as how it was way out in the sticks.

After I bought my ingredients, I walked back home. I would wave at the old lady who always gives me candy, play with the neighbourhood kids for a bit and feed the dog that was always standing guard outside his owners home. Life in this village was an uneventful one but it wasn't unwelcome.

On my way back I saw a commotion occurring at the front gate. I was curious as to what was happening so I made my way forward. I still had over six hours until mother came home so it should have been fine to take a detour.

"What's going on?" I asked. One of the adults noticed me and tried to push me away. "You need to get away from here child, it's not safe! Go home now!"

What's not safe? What's going on? I couldn't get anymore forward as I was pushed away even more. Ok lady, geez! No need to be so rough! I quickly hurried home, wanting to start on decorating the house straight away. I had already lost interest in what was happening at the front gate at this point, no doubt it was unimportant if the villagers were taking care of it themselves. I was just about to enter the house when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see mother, a surprised look on both our faces.

"You were going to the library hmm?" I can't lie my way out of this. It seemed that I had met my match. "What's in the bags?"

"Sorry, I was buying stuff for your birthday." I mumbled while looking away. Mother smiled at my answer as she opened the door and beckoned me to follow. "You don't have to feel bad about it, I would have done the same." She assured me. Did I look like I felt guilty? I didn't think I was. I entered our home and she closed the door behind us.

It was one of the worst massacres ever recorded. Vale, an town the size of Magnolia, was attacked by dark mages. There was no clear motive,merely indiscriminate slaughter. So far no survivors have been found. There were signs that someone had stayed in the ruined town but said person was nowhere to be found.

"Master! There's a kid who wants to talk with you!"

I turned my head to the voice and found Wakaba pointing at a child. He couldn't be more than twelve years old. His hair was black and his eyes were a deep gold. He was wearing a cloak that covered his whole body and on his back was a sword, a katana to be exact. What stood out the most about the kid was the look in on his eyes. He had eyes that had bore witness to things a child shouldn't see. They spoke of a troubled past, constantly haunted by nightmares. It

"You are Makarov Dreyar I presume?" His voice broke me out of my thoughts. His eyes held a calculating gaze, most likely sizing me up. I decided to answer him by breaking his expectations of me. Time to break out the goofy greeting!

"Yo!"

Heh, it always works. I bet he's suprise-

"I want to join your guild."

What?! It wasn't effective?!

How long has it been I wonder?

I was sitting under a half-destroyed house, my knees brought to my chest and a blanket covering my body. I was currently stuck under a house, Shusui was on the ground near me with one hand placed firmly on the sheath and the other holding mothers hand. I refused to let go of either even for a second.

When me and mother were celebrating her birthday, our village was attacked. It was the work of dark mages for whatever reason that was unknown to me. They burnt down everything: the buildings, the roads, the people. Nothing was spared. Mother wasn't spared either.

I couldn't protect her. I was weak.

All of that training and for what? I couldn't even take five steps before I was knocked out by a mage. My last sight was mother fighting off the mages but it was futile. When I woke up the village was already empty. When I woke up I found my mother's body was left in the house with me, a sword protruding from her abdomen as her eyes stared lifelessly at the ground. I had cleaned her body to the best of my ability, making it look like nothing ever happened. That is, if one were to ignore the hole in her body.

I built her a grave right next to father's and buried her. There was nothing for me in this place. I need to find someplace else. I went back to the ruined town and started searching for anything that could help. Once i was done, I visited the grave one last time. I wanted to talk to them before i left.

"It's been a while mother, father. I'm sorry i didn't visit sooner but things have been pretty busy. I'm afraid I have some bad news. I won't be able to visit the both of you regularly anymore. I'm leaving this place, there isn't anything left for me here."

I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. I had only ever cried once during this life and that was when I was born. I normally don't cry as i was older than i looked yet I couldn't keep it in anymore. I cried and cried, not caring for my appearance in the slightest. The tears were refusing to show any sign of them stopping. First father and now mother is dead. I have no living relatives left meaning I'm alone. It wasn't fair. Why me? What did I do to deserve such misfortune in two lives?

"Before i left I just wanted to say a few things. Father. I promise to master the Shusui and become the strongest. Hopefully you'll be proud of me. Mother. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. If I wasn't weak, maybe you could have been saved. It may be too late but I promise you that I will never let this happen again. And I promise the both of you, I will find out who was in charge of this attack and give the townspeople the justice they deserve."

I grabbed my bag and left the graves and town, refusing to look back. I cant hesitate anymore. My first destination would be Magnolia, Fairy Tail.

It was a shame I didn't turn back because if I did, I would have noticed two figures standing behind the graves, giving me the warmest smile before flickering away.

It took me longer than I thought. Vale was in a really rural area after all. I had asked for directions along the way but I finally made it after two weeks. I was standing outside the guild doors. This was it. My first independent step into my life. I knocked on the door and waited until somebody noticed. After about five minutes, a man smoking a cigarette saw me and made his way towards me.

"What do you want kid?

"Is Master Makarov here? I want go talk to him."

"Master! There's a kid who wants to talk to you!" He shouted as he looked away from me. I followed his line of sight and saw a small man wearing a white coat with fur lining. His hair grew on his sides while ignoring the top and he had a thick moustache.

"You are Master Makarov I presume?" I asked though I already knew the answer. He just lifted his hand into the air and gave me a smile.

"Yo!" It was one thing seeing it in the anime but it was another witnessing it directly.

"I want to join your guild." I told him, ignoring the look of shock on his face.

And that's chapter one of the rewrite finished. I've also decided to just rewrite the whole thing. It wouldn't make sense if I just left it the way it was. I've also decided not to have my OC go to the Tower of Heaven, I'm not really good at writing a scene like that.

Anyways, I hope you will all enjoy what I have to offer you.

Please leave a comment and point out any mistakes I made, the more the better.

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