Mirajane
Her hair was white, pure white, just as her siblings' hair was, even though she was still young. In Fiore, even in Magnolia, such a strange colour wasn't anything to be remarked upon – after all, when you had Fried or Bisca's green hair in the guild, or Levy or Bixlow's blue, or Kinana's purple, or Natsu's pink, white started to look frankly normal.
But she wasn't normal. She knew she wasn't.
Her magic was bright and blinding and terrifying, and changed her into something completely different. Among wizards, even among those of her guild, such magic wasn't anything to be remarked upon. Erza could pull armour and weapons out of thin air. Natsu could eat fire. Reedus could give life to painted objects. Elfman, Lisanna, Juvia, Fried, Master Makarov, even Macao could change their physical forms. Her magic was extraordinary in its power and scope, but pretty normal in terms of what it actually did.
But she wasn't normal. She knew she wasn't.
She wasn't the only one with a white mark. Levy's was white. Jet's was white. Now that she had returned, so was Lisanna's. And she wasn't the only one with it on her thigh; again, Lisanna's matched hers, as did Juvia's. Among the wizards she called friends, such a mark was normal in both colour and placement.
But she wasn't normal. She knew she wasn't.
She was Fairy Tail. She was Mirajane. She was unique, she was special, and above all, she was accepted.
After all, it wasn't as if Fairy Tail was normal either.
