Hello everyone! It's been a long time since when I posted something but today I'm honored to introduce to you my new fanfiction: The Wizard's Diary. As the title suggests, to write this story I was inspired by the famous set of "The Vampire Diaries" even if the plot is completely different. The only similar thing is the setting: I wanted to bring the magic and the characters of Fairy Tail in a world like ours, where no one believes in the existence of magic and supernatural creatures. The city in which the story takes place, in fact, has the name of Magolia but the appearance of New York and all the protagonists live and work like normal people. (I used the Fairy Tail characters after the year of the guild's disbandment, so if you didn't arrive to that point you might find spoilers, I warn you!)
It took many months to complete this fanfiction, more than I imagined. You realize you're really growing up only when home, work, study and life take away all the time you need to write. Peter Pan was right when he said that growing up is a terrible thing! But the Wizard's Diary is already complete, I just need a little extra time to re-read and to arrange the final details, so I will post a new chapter every Monday.
The last thing I have to do is to wish you good reading: I hope you'll like this story! After all, you, the readers, are the only reason why I committed so much to complete it. Comment, review and follow I want to know what you think of this fanfiction!
And please, forgive me if you see some mistakes, English is not my mother tongue and this is the first time I translate something so long!
P.S. While writing I listened, as always, a lot of music, especially "Throne" of Bring me the Horizon. In a way you can try to imagine this song as the soundtrack of the Wizard's Diary, but you will understand why only during the last part of the story ...
Nothing could take the pain away So you can throw me to the wolves The sticks and the stones that
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
You used to throw have
Built me an empire
So don't even try
To cry me a river
Cause I forgive you
You are the reason I still fight
Prologue
Nowadays nobody believes anymore in the existence of magic. Spirits, witches and dragons are considered as a medieval legacy, shadows of an ancient folklore. Spells, fairies and demons have become pure superstition. Magic now has been reduced to a simple trick, good just to fill the pages of a fantasy tale.
Yet I can assure you that magic exists.
How can I be so sure? It's very simple: I'm a wizard.
I'm Lucy Hertphilia. I look like an ordinary girl, twenty-six years, blond hair and brown eyes. Many stop just to the appearances and don't know what lies beneath the surface.
I inherited my powers directly from my mother, Layla Hertphilia. She was the one who taught me everything I know about magic before an incurable disease consumed her, when I was just a child. She taught me that the power of the stars and planets affects the life of the beings that inhabit the earth in amazing ways; in the heavens it's enclosed an immense power. But don't get me wrong: I don't deal with astrology. I'm one of the last celestial wizards left in this world and I have the ability to summon the spirits of the constellations. In order to communicate with these creatures, you must have special keys, made of gold and silver, that in ancient times the King of the Spirits offered as a gift to the human race. After lengthy investigations, I've managed to collect a lot of them and to sign a contract with their spirits. Thanks to their powers I can do anything that I want.
My father, Jude Hertphilia, the famous industrialist, didn't know that he had married a wizard and passed away the last year without knowing that his daughter had inherited the same talent. Currently I spend my days with the simple goal of squandering the money he left me and in my free time I devote myself to writing. One day I would like to become a famous writer, but what I'm about to tell you it's not an invention, made with the sole aim of achieving success. This is the story of the most incredible meeting of my life. Something that instilled in me the unstoppable desire to tell it to everyone ...
I live in Magnolia, a metropolis of nearly nine million inhabitants. In this modern and technological city, magic it's a fundamental part of its structure. The occult extends like a network, an invisible web that passes through every corner, but there are few people who know how to move in this secret maze. In the city there are about forty different neighborhoods, twelve districts and twelve associations, guilds, which share the control of magic.
Fairy Tail, to which I belong thanks to my mother, is mainly involved in three areas: the Upper West, Harlem and more up to the GW Bridge, but like all the other guilds it has affiliates scattered in almost every corner of Magnolia. Blue Pegasus, Lamia Scale, Quatro Cerberus, Sabertooth, Mermaid Heel, Phantom Lord, Crime Sorcière, Raven Tail, Cait Shelter, Grimoire Heart and Scarmiglione complete the picture. Each guild moves under the control of a master and the Twelve, gathered together, form the Council that regulates and manages all major issues. The Council is an association so powerful that it influences anything, even those things where magic has nothing to do, as the political and economic management of the city.
Every wizard, affiliated to a guild, brings a tattoo for identification, we of Fairy Tail, for example, have the stylized logo of a fairy. Mine is tattooed in pink on the back of the right hand. This magical signs, for security reasons, can be seen only by those who belong to the same guild. Among the different groups there is a delicate balance and it's tense as a violin string. In the past there have been cases of hostility and that's why each of the registered wizards must respect two basic rules: do not involve civilians and do not interfere with the other guilds.
Here in Magnolia gather people from all over the world, of every color, race and religion. Walking on the streets you can meet almost everything. When you accidentally knock a girl in the metro, when you refuse to give money to the beggar sitting on the corner, when you curse the cat who has just crossed the road, you never know, really, who or what you're putting against ...