It was a normal day in one of the most famous schools in England in a not so normal class. With a terribly boring teacher. I was dying of boredom and looking out the window, failing to notice a masked man throwing a small object a the building.

And I died.

Literally.

Okay, let's start from the beginning. My name is Maria Livingstone. Or Marie, but I prefer Mary. I am...or more accurately was twenty years old. I, my sister Anna and my two best friends, Angela Goldenrow and (please don't laugh or you die) Tereza Firewood were attending a college in London (you can choose wich one we are attending) when we blew up. Yes, that's right, we blew up.

Woooo, 10/10 points for leaving this world with a bang! But, unfortunately, it's true, the entire school blew up and everyone in it. I mean, there are worse ways to die, right? Plus, we didn't exactly die. I mean, we did. Technically. Are you confused yet? Because the most confusing part is right ahead! We actually found ourselves in a cozy little cabin with a fire crackling in the fireplace. And by we I mean our little squad that I mentioned earlier. When we looked around we saw a big muscular and handsome old man in his 60's right in front of us. And four doors behind him

"Welcome! Welcome to my Little cozy home! As to your question where you are, you are in a place between worlds!"

...What?

Is this guy serious? This is-

"We died and you are all jolly about it?! I mean, the class was boring and if we hadn't blown up, we would have died of boredom, but what the hell?!"

Here it is. Teri's outburst. Not recommending being near her when it happens. Although I am far worse, especially because I don't get angry easily and my patience is almost infinite. Right now, my best friend was fuming in front of the man and staring him down with a fierce glare.

"Miss, I am not happy about your death but about the fact that I finally found the perfect people to do the job!"

Uhuh...

"What job?" My sister asked the first question that popped in our heads. Even though It seemed impossible, the man's grin grew even wider.

"To go to Fairy Tail of course! Now, let me introduce myself. I am the Guardian of Reality, that means that I guard peoples minds and make sure that they don't wander into another world or reality. If that happens, they enter a dreamy state, to you it is known as falling into a coma. However, because you died, you will be there forever! Doesn't that sound great?"

Wait. Waitwaitwaitwait. Wait. Fairy Tail. The anime that me and my friends loved. I felt more at home and loved Fairy Tail more than anything, partially because It helped me get through life. The expression of all my friends said the same thing: Shut up and get us there, NOW! The big man noticed it and laughed.

"Hold on! We must discuss some things first, for example your age, looks and that kind of stuff. And most importantly, names. The powers will come with your personality and imagination. No, not your imagination, but mine and hers." He pointed at me.

Wait, WHAT?

"Why me? First, why can't the others imagine as well and second, it's unfair. I am aware that I often imagined myself and my friends in Fairy Tail, but they did that too. So why specifically me?" I asked, unsure of the situation. Angee, who was quiet the entire time, looked at me with sympathy and amusement. That's Angela for you. She always feels compassion but at the same time she can find it funny.

"Well, it's simple. I like how you give a lot of thought to each detail. And I'm sure your friends don't mind!" ...simple. He said simple. We obviously have a different definition of the word "simple". Anna looked deep in thought before asking:

"And what year will we be born? How old are we going to be? And where the hell will we be?" Wow, that's a lot of questions. Exactly the same thing I wanted to ask. He smiled.

"Well, that will be entirely up to you. I suspect SOME of you" he looked at Teri and Anna,"are fangirling and hoping that they will be the same age as their crush, am I right? So if we count the 7 year gap that will happen, some of you may be younger than the others. But that won't mean anything. You are still friends, aren't you? So there is no problem! Now, I would like to discuss some things privately with each one of you. Well, Mary will be there with me as it's her imagination. We should start with you, Miss Anna." And that's how it went. We decided the age, the year we were born, our powers and looks. And where we are going to live.

Then the Guardian led us to a door and with a "Good luck" we stepped into a blinding white.