Our world is considered to be divided in half. The magical part of the world. And the humane. Juvia belonged in the wrong part of the world. Fifteen years ago, the world suffered an enormous loss. Magic was out of control. Many died. Many lost their loved ones.

After a decade and half passed by, many still despised it, hated it, avoided magic and the people who wielded it. People couldn't understand. On Juvia's part, so couldn't she. Wielding magic... Not many could do so. Not many could be brave enough to announce that they've been accepted to a witchcraft school, where people who managed wizardry went. But Juvia did. And with that, she experienced the despise, the hatred, and the avoiding that went her way.

Leaving home wasn't easy. Nor was entering the world you know nothing off. Scattered Mahou Academy... They're hated. They're despised. They're avoided. But they're also protected. Well fed. And loved.

So why does it feel like ending your life is the answer to the new found solution? Only Juvia would know.

As well as the rest of Scattered Mahou Academy.