Groaning in frustration at the issues of his social life, Alex threw his backpack onto his bed. "Why doesn't anyone believe me? Fiore does too exist. I don't care what they say." Flopping into his swivel chair without bothering to take off the black boots that matched his jeans and t-shirt, the boy sighed in sadness while tucking a lock of his brown hair behind his ear. Why do I have to be the only person in the world who thinks that magic is real?

His distress was born from being taunted by the other students at school. Unlike most kids his age, Alex wholeheartedly believed in the existence of magic. As such, his life was a living hell, both from asshole classmates and his judgmental family over his beliefs. Looking for the clock on his desk, he noticed a cloth wrapped shape. Curious, he untied the string on it and unwrapped the cloth.

What sat on his desk was a leather-bound book. Magics of Fiore read the title. "Magics of Fiore? Why do I have the feeling that sister of mine is messing with me?" commented the seventeen-year-old. Lifting the book's cover, he took notice of the letter addressed to him on the page right under the cover.

Dear Alexander,

It has come to my attention that you are a firm believer in magic despite your world's beliefs. So, I have decided to give you this book to send you where you need to go for sanctuary. On the reverse side of this page is a spell that will take you there. Be warned though, your suppressed magical power will be unlocked shortly after arriving, and its suppression has created somewhat of a pressure cooker effect. So, be careful.

The letter just ended there. No signature, no name. Turning over the page, he confirmed the existence of a spell on the other side of the page. Sighing in sadness over the fact he was going to try this, Alex cleared his throat and stood to recite the spell.

"Bridge the worlds, and let me pass

For I seek to move

To the world where dragons have come to pass

I tire of my own, and seek anew

Open, gate to Earthland!

Fiore!"

At first nothing happened, but then a wind started blowing. As he stood there, book in hand, a pair of red magic circles appeared, a large one on the ground, and a smaller one above him. As the circles began rotating, their glow increased in intensity. Then, a cone of light formed around him with the circles serving as the top and bottom.

By now, he felt lighter, like when a rollercoaster dropped down a slope and he felt slightly weightless. Looking down at himself, he noticed he had begun glowing with a soft red light.

Then he noticed the heat. Despite all the wind he was creating, his body felt as though he were heating up. Screaming out of the now forming pain from the rising heat and energy from the circles, he saw a flash of light before feeling himself hit the floor, but then he heard a series of gasps as he started to rise.

Looking around, he saw all sorts of people staring at him, people he'd never seen before. As he stared, a boy around his age with spiky pink hair walked over to him, a blue cat on his head. "Hey buddy! Who are you, and how'd you get into our guild hall?"

"What?" it was all happening so fast, Alex couldn't understand a thing.

A blonde girl ran over and pulled Mr. Pink away by the snakeskin scarf he was wearing. "Natsu! Cut it out! Geez, can't you tell he's confused and disoriented?" She sighed as she bent down to the boy's level. Extending a hand, she gave him a kind looking smile. "Here, let me help you up," she said as she grabbed his hand.

Shrieking, she quickly let go of him when she touched his bare hand. His skin was burning hot, like magma. Natsu immediately ran over to her and was shocked when he saw the boy. As Alex tried standing, his right hand glowed red and was burning the wood floor. His left hand however was a sickly blue and was creating frost wherever he touched. He looked at his hands and felt something twist inside him. Screaming, he felt as though a massive river was tearing through him. As he screamed, a massive golden bubble of light started forming around him.

Startled, the people in the hall flipped tables on their sides and took cover, knowing something bad was about to happen. With a soul tearing scream, he released a large amount of magic in a bright flash.

When the light faded, the crowd looked over their make-shift barriers at what happened. There were several areas still with small fires still burning, as well as areas covered in large spikes of ice. A couple tables had large swords impaled on them. A patch of melted ice had small bolts of electricity. At the center of the blast was a small circle of undamaged floor around the now unconscious boy.

The crowd got up and walked over to the collapsed form. Natsu grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled back a fire covered fist. "Natsu!" shouted the blonde. "What are you doing?!"

He smirked evilly. "This guy just tried killing us, so I say we take him out before he wakes up!"

As he drew back to strike the teen, a large black hand punched him away from the boy. The hand dissolved as a small man dressed in an orange outfit walked forward. "You'll do no such thing, Natsu," said the older man. "If you bothered paying attention, he had no idea what was happening, and was shocked when his magic activated. Something tells me he wasn't trying to kill us."

Waving his hand, a red haired woman in armor came over and picked him up. "Come along, Erza." Turning around, he started walking towards the back of the building. "We're bringing him to the infirmary."

"Master Makarov, wait." He turned and saw Erza picking up a leather bound book. "This was under him."

Accepting the book, he looked at the cover. "Magics of Fiore? Hmm..." Grabbing the cover, he tried opening it, but the covers wouldn't budge. "Interesting..." Tucking the tome under his arm, he continued on his way with several others following him and Erza.