Being reborn is a…. Humbling experience

Well it's not reborn that humbling, no that's actually pretty fucking terrifying, no whgat is humbling is having to experience being a newborn. That is humbling. It was humbling because of the memories that are contained inside my brain, the memories I have from a different life, a different life in which I lived, loved and lost, a life where I was older but not to old, a life in which speaking and listening were as easy as breathing, a life where I could see everything in (near) perfect vision

It was terrifying, having everything that you took for granted suddenly ripped away from you, my senses - something I took for granted in my previous existence - were ripped from me, leaving me with only memories of the world around, having them ripped from you… it's pretrifying, everything you once knew about the world around you just suddenly… doesn't exist as anything more than memories

My body didn't respond to me, my arms didn't work, my legs wouldn't move, my voice couldn't be molded into words like it used to, all the noise that my vocal cords could make now are cries and gurgling, my eyes could only make out blurry shapes, to blurry for me to focus on for more than a second and even then that was only if they were close enough for the fog in my eyes to disappear

I couldn't do anything

I didn't like the word helpless, but in this scenario that's exactly what I felt - that's exactly what I was. I was helpless. The only thing that my body retained, the only sense that my body kept that i was used to, was it's ability to sense warmth and that didn't help me because all it told me was that it was cold

So very, very cold

Confused, scared and helpless I did the only thing I could while trapped in this body. I screamed, I cried, I wailed, I fussed, until my throat was so raw that I couldn't make any sound. I was in a complete state of senseless panic and nothing could calm me. Of course the blurs that filtered in and out of the fog started appearing more and more

Which in turn set me off again - A very destructive cycle

Later - hours or maybe even days later, I don't know - when I regained some semblance of rational thought and came to terms the fact that screaming and panicking was useless I realised what had happened

I was a baby

It… it was impossible, something that only happened in fiction, but it happened. I had memories of a life I had already lived, of walking and talking and streets and cars and… it was impossible

This time I recognised the p[anic attack for what it was, but that didn't help any, especially when all I could focus on being the sudden lack of breathe and that I wouldn't have that taken from me as well

The blurry figures appeared again - a small part of my brain recognised how fast they were to react this time - and I quickly lost consciousness

When I regained my consciousness I put all of my effort into staying calm. I didn't know anything about this place I found myself in, I didn't know how old I was or why I was here or even where here was or anything to do with whatever the fuck happened to put me here

'This isn't staying calm'

I took a deep breath in to calm myself, now aware of just how much I had damaged my throat. I was also aware of how I could only focus my sight on objects in my imminent vicinity and how I still couldn't control my body

It was frustrating

I knew how to do it, I had memories of doing it, I knew I could do it but this body- this stupid, senless, useless body

I took another breath

Calm down

Calm…

I think I can understand why babies cry all of the time now, because even with the advantages I had over normal babies the loss of my physical capabilities made me reacted in a volatile matter

Then again it could be argued that I took it worse than normal babies due to my… unique circumstances

Right. So my sight was out, I could see but only barely, only just in front of me and only on one thing at a time. Movement was out… it'd be better to not linger on that one. I could smell… though just barely and I could hear… but I couldn't understand though whether that was because of the language or because of my brain not being able to perceive words yet is unknown

A part of me held hope that this was all some dream, all some weird nightmare that I could just wake up from but the other part of me, the realistic part of me, realised that that wasn't going to happen, that the truck that hit me had ended my life and for some unknown reason I had been-

A face

One of the blurs - humans, they were humans, of course they were humans - was in my face and I could focus

I was aware that my eyes had widened greatly but I was too surprised and enraptured to care. Even though I could focus on the woman I still couldn't make out all of her features but. I. Didn't. Care.

The woman made a noise, I could see her lips move and hear the strange gurgle but i couldn't tell what she was saying, but then it clicked that she hadn't said anything at all. She was cooing at me - baby talk I guess… that's kind of demeaning

Oh...

Is…?

Is she…?

She is…

She's wagging her finger at me.

It was more of a reflex than anything but grabbing ahold of her finger felt strangely calming, this… nightmare robbed me of the ability to move freely so having control over it again, even though it's just small bit, is extremely comforting

The woman's voice raised in pitch and I'm pretty sure that her lips curved into a smile. She was happy now and I felt something akin to joy bubble in my own chest when she smiled

'Is this my mother?'

It made sense, if I was a baby then who else would this woman be but I already had a mother, I could remember my mother, the memories in my head told me that I had a mother

My breathing hitched and I saw the woman's face scrunch together - it was her reaction that made me realise what happened, thankfully I was able to claim myself

The woman face - my… mother's face - instantly melted into what I guessed was relief, idly I realised that it was quite enjoyable seeing the emotions pass through her face whenever I reacted

People were usually a lot more guarded than that, then again I was now a child

As my mother began wagging her finger in my face again I idly noticed that the smile on her face became melancholic, it was then I noticed something missing

If my Mom is here…

Then where's my dad?

After the first year of my new life, I had fully realised that this wasn't some messed up dream nor was it something my mind created while doped up on alcohol and/or drug - not that I'd taken drugs in my last life but you never know what happens when your piss ass drunk - and while it had been… depressing to say the least, to come to that realisation I had quickly accepted it

While I did remember my past life and the memories I had of it, not all of them were great, in fact most of them weren't… but at least I knew what was happening in those terrible memories

Here? I knew nobody, everything I had in my past life was useless, all of the skills I had, all of the friends I made, the things I'd done? They were all useless

But like I said, I quickly moved on. I hadn't gotten over the fact that I'd died or anything from my past life, no I was still quite downtrodden by it but I had accepted that it had happened and decided to make the best out of this second chance

I wasn't a particularly religious man - unless you count researching Greek/Roman Mythology as being religious - but I was put here for some reason and maybe it was God's way of punishing or rewarding me

I don't know, but what I do is that I will live my new life to the best of my ability

That said I was a strange kid, I was gloomy and quiet and far too smart for a one year old, after I had the mind of an adult - or well, a young adult/teenager - but the body of a child- a toddler

That said I didn't stay quiet and isolated for no reason, most of the time I was trying to figure out where I was. I had expected to be reborn on Earth, a different country in a different continent sure but on Earth nevertheless.

I was rudely disavowed of that when I left our home one day, carried in my mother's arms just in time to see a man dragging the seemingly dead body of a large creature with pure white fur that almost seemed like a weird primate of some kind that was apparently called a 'Vulcan'

Definitely not of Earth then

The fact that I wasn't on Earth had put me into another mood, luckily I had been able to bounce back better than I had with my previous moods - admittedly that may be because it may have meant that the only way to get back to Earth was to do again, I wasn't particularly eager to try

Instead of moping around I had instead started focusing on learning about this new world I had found myself in, this one was full of possibilities and I could make a good life for myself here if I wanted to

To do that however, I first had to (re)learn how to walk

In the end I had relearned pretty quickly- even though I had been utterly vexed when I realised that, just because I knew how to walk, didn't mean this body did. Muscle memory was a thing and it was important when walking - though I had to take it slow and learn how to roll over, crawl, walk and then run but it was worth it to be able to have full control of myself again

I had found out from my mother - though she didn't know she was telling me - that none of the other kids in our village could do so yet, but I didn't care. I could finally move on my own, finally I didn't have to be carried everywhere

My luck with learning how to walk didn't translate over on my ability to read and write unfortunately, admittedly it had been a worry of mine, the people here didn't speak any language I knew and I feared that I would have a difficult time learning the language however while it was difficult it seemed that I was learning it at the same pace as other kids

Truthfully I think that that's the only reason I wasn't dubbed as some kind of prodigy

However just because I was a quiet child didn't make me any less curious that my peers, it was just that my curiosity stemmed from the fact that I'm in completely new world

I wanted to learn more about it, what was different? Was I just on some other planet? In a different Solar System somewhere across the Universe?

Or was I in a completely new Dimension? As crazy as it sounded, it could be possible. After all there were humans here and the chances of other life forms evolving in the exact same way that human evolved on another planets was near impossible

Though they may not be humans at all and are just so similar that I can't recognise the difference but even then I had my doubts about that

Weirdly the concept of being in another dimension seemed more realistic than the concept of another set of life forms evolving to be the exact same humans does

The humans here were weird though, not weird as in physically weird, no humans here were near identical to humans of Earth - though everyone here seemed to be extremely beautiful, the ugliest person here would still have been at least an 8 on Earth - but weird in what they could do, after all the man who had brought the weird dead primate - a Vulcan - into the village was able to encase his hands in electricity

It wasn't just the people of the planet who interested me however, what else interested me was the technology of this world

It was extremely weird to me, the world itself seemed a mixture of modern and classical, people had created trains but still travelled by horse and carriage, they used candles to illuminate the streets but had access to a weird type of electricity inside their homes

It turns out that most things were powered by something called a lacrima, as it was explained to me in the book I had found, lacrimal contain certain types of magic that everyday people could access, for example a Light Lacrima allowed our homes to be bright, a water lacrima provided our homes with a water source, things that like

It was interesting, after all how did people use lacrimas, did they have some sort of power button like a light switch, how are lacrima's created?

The questions never ended and I hoped that I would eventually find an answer, sadly the library in the village was very limited

Age 3

Children are cruel

I hadn't realised - nor did I care - in my previous live that children were cruel little creatures, though I could hardly blame them for being cruel, they didn't understand what they were doing after all, but to me I could see it clear as day that children were cruel

I was stunned at the cruelty of children, the were observant about certain things, they picked on on certain cues that most didn't realise, they would gravitate to those similar to themselves and would alienate anyone who didn't fit in

Case in point being myself

I was one of few children in the village I had been reborn into, our little village - Jokulsarlon(1), a long, annoying name I know - was only a few hundred strong, in fact it barely even qualified to be a village but that's what it was, as such there were very few children who ran around the streets and the kids that were in the village often varied greatly in age

However due to this age difference and because of the few children around, kids were often expected to play together, they would still form their own cliques sure but they would all be together, I didn't though preferring to stay to myself more than interact with others, I would stay away from them and eat my lunch in peace or sit and enjoy the grey clouds as they drifted peacefully across the sky

"My Mom says to stay away from you." It was a boy - Tyde I think his name is - he was standing above me, blocking out the view of the clouds as he interrupted me, with a barely audible sigh I opened my eyes to see him staring at me

"Yeah, my Mommy said you're an ow- outsider?" I rolled my eyes - not that any of the kids here understood the gesture - but nevertheless I turned my attention to the other person who spoke, this time a girl called Crystal if i recalled correct

"Yeah my Daddy says you don't beh- belong? And my daddy's always right." The third child spoke, this one another boy who's name I didn't even bother remembering

I didn't really care about the bullying - though i doubt they realise its bullying since they've just spoke what they've heard their parents say - and it's not like they're wrong

Well, technically they are since only my Mom is the outsider, I was born in the village after all but people are ignorant and adults can be just as cruel as children

"You're weird, all you do is stare at the clouds all day." Another inaudible sigh escaped me that was accompanied by an eye roll.

Children are cruel, yes, but children are only cruel because their parents teach them to be. I don't know why the adults of this village don't like the presence of my family but I didn't truly care, to be honest I doubt I'll ever care about the people in this village

My Mom would go on to die later that year

My birthday in this new life is on the 19th of November, it had been a surprise to find out that everything but the names of the years were the same in this world as it had been in my last but I wouldn't complain since it meant I still knew how long the years, months and days here are

Anyways it had became a sort of tradition - or the start of one anyways - where my Mom and I would venture into the Silver Forest that protected the South of our village on either of our birthdays, there we would spend the day relaxing in the snow before returning to the village

The Silver Forest was a large forest that isolated and protected Jokulsarlon from the rest of the country, the large Fir trees that grew inside the forest spanned for miles and surrounded the large Hara-Kiri Mountain Range, it was also home to many different creatures, some peaceful, some dangerous but the latter usually gathered closer to the Hara-Kiri(2) Mountains. That's not to say that the rest of the forest was safe however, as some of the stronger beasts would stray from the mountains and hunt closer to the village, though even without the beasts lurking between the tree's Dark Wizards would also hide in the forest, killing or kidnapping any that crossed their paths

At any rate, my mother and I generally spent a lot of time in the Silver Forest, if we weren't there to relax then we were picking fruits from the tree's and bringing them back to the village and if we weren't doing that then we'd help the men and women who would go on hunts into the forest, whether that be helping to bring back the game they hunted or just carrying loose arrows or baskets differed on the day

So yeah, we spent a lot of time in the Silver Forest, it was a kind of home away from home and I had a feeling that if it weren't for the danger and because of the safety the village provides my mother and myself would be living in the Silver Forest instead of Jokulsarlon

"Law!"

I jumped, my head snapping up as I belatedly realised that my Mom was calling my name, and if the exasperation in her voice was anything to go by then she had been doing so for a while

"Sorry Mom" I quickly rushed forwards to join my mother, who had already set up the picnic blanket and was waiting for me next to the food basket. I still had a trouble responding to my name in this world, It was going to be one of the hardest things to get used to in this new world, after all I had nearly two decades worth of memories where I was called something different, three going on four years wouldn't break that habit

My Mom laughed nevertheless, seemingly getting over the fact I had been ignoring her for the past who knows how long in a matter of seconds, and when I finally sat onto the blanket she passed me a couple sandwiches that she had prepared for us as we ate, mostly in silence as we enjoyed the snowy forest around us

Jokulsarlon was a strange place and all things considering it shouldn't of existed at all however Humans are nothing if not stubborn and the village had been founded - well over five hundred years ago if the books I found are to be believed - despite the fact that everything north of the southernmost part of the forest was stuck in an eternal winter

The world here was very literal in it's naming system as every Country was named after something it resembled in some way shape or form, Fiore for example was covered in flowers and flora, in Sin it's a barren wasteland of sand and ash, like the rest of Ishgar - the continent I had found myself reborn in - Iceberg was named after the glaciers of frozen water, that's because out of all 16 nations in Ishgar Iceberg is the coldest, and while it does snow most of the year and seems stuck in winter it does experience the other seasons as well

Everywhere except Jokulsarlon though.

For whatever reason the Silver Forest and the Hara-Kiri Mountains are stuck in a perpetual winter, depending on who you ask the legend of the Mountains differ, some believe it was the work of an extremely powerful Ice Mage thousands of years ago, some believe that it's cursed

Nobody knows the real reason behind the eternal winter however and no matter how much people researched it we never got any closer to finding out the cause of it, especially since whoever got close to the mountains were said to freeze solid and that the cold there was so strong that even the strongest mages were said to freeze to death upon getting too close, so it was deemed as a restricted area and well, it was death sentence in and of itself to try get close to the mountain so…

It would be like to say that I wasn't interested in the Winter that we were stuck in but then again, I was interested in magic as a whole, it was an interesting topic for me, magic didn't exist in my world so it was something completely foreign to me and unlike the geography or history of this world, it was far more interesting-

"Squirt"

"Urk" I choked on a bit of the sandwich I was eating

"Whatcha thinkin 'bout?" Mom said, her eyes crinkling as she smiled at me, a glint in her eyes

"Uhh" It wasn't a secret that I was interested in magic but the extent to which I was interested in it was, as far as the people in the village - my Mom included - assumed, I was only as interested in magic as my peers in the village were, aka I was interested but it was just a childish interest because it was new and exciting and nothing more

I opened my mouth to answer but stopped short when I heard something crunch in the forest, turning my head towards the sound I didn't see anything out in the forest but I didn't let my guard down either, it wasn't that rare to see some of the inhabitants of the forest wandering about but that was an extremely loud crunch, none of the creatures this far out of the way from the mountains would've been able to make that noise

Slowly, after a few moments of continued silence I turned back to face my mother, who look equally as confused and guarded as I felt, however my eyes widened when something… no someone appeared from between the tree's

Before I had the chance to even say anything the man's hand snapped out from underneath the purple robe he wore, an eerie purple magic circle appearing over his outstretched hand

"LAW!" I flinched, feeling something collide into my body, sending me - and judging by the feminine scream - and my mother flying through the air before i felt myself crash into the ground drawing a scream of pain from me

I was distracted away from my own pain when another scream rang through the area, my head snapped towards the sound just in time to see my mother collide with a tree, her back bending in a way that shouldn't as a spray of blood left her lips

Time became insignificant in that moment, my life - both new and old - flashed through my eyes as they focused on the woman who had raised me for the past couple of years, as the eerie purple glow of our attackers magic once again lit up the forest clearing before I saw her body crumple, an invisible weigh seemingly dropping on top of her from nowhere

A gargled scream left her lips before a snap rang out and the life in her anguished eyes was snuffed out from them

My throat tightened as her lifeless eyes peered at me, already bile had started to rise into my throat at the painful death of my mother but before anything could happen that same energy glow that killed my mother lit up the forest again

I was defenceless and frozen, the only other person here being a murderer

GetupGetupGetupGetupGetu-

I obeyed the command my instincts were screaming at me, diving 0ut of the way as the man finished casting his spell, whatever magic he was using seemingly flying past me, only just clipping me on the shoulder enough to dislocate it forcing my teeth to crash down onto the inside of my cheek to contain the pained scream that threatened to spill out from my lips

I scrambled to the left as the man launched another spell at me, getting to my feet just in time to dodge the spell completely this time

As the glow once again permeated through the forest I screwed my eyes shut. Intellectually I knew that doing this was of no consequence, I would most likely die-

A Warmth

A warmth passed through me, it was like nothing I had ever felt before, like a comforting embrace of a lover or friend it wrapped it's way around me and I felt something shift inside myself, throwing my eyes open I seemed hyper-aware of everything as time once again became insignificant, my eyes focused onto the gleeful eyes of my mother's murderer as that comforting warmth turned cold

My eyes itched as the comforting warmth became a raging fire that was focused around my eyes, everything became bathed in white as that fire spilled from my eyes, the last thing I heard before falling unconscious being a tortured scream

/-0-\

Unknown POV

Unknown Time

Unknown Place

In a distant place utterly unaffected by the passing of what had happened, a woman can be seen lounging casually on a beautiful throne that seemed to embody the concepts of Winter

The large throne seemed as it had been carved by the most talented of Sculptors from a block of the most dazzlingly blue ice, inscribed on the throne were many different scenes that would seem to show the creation of the world however the centrepiece of the throne was the beautifully carved skull ensnared by spider lilies(3), a glowing snowflake carved into its forehead

A sigh left the woman as she felt dozens of souls fly into her realm, however one in particular caught her attention the most

The woman stood from her throne and walked away from it, stopping when she reached a balcony that gave her a beautiful view of a snow covered forest, her gaze however wasn't on the forest, no instead she was gazing into seemingly nowhere, a small smile wormed its way onto her face as she heard the dying thoughts of a woman

"I wonder…" the woman's voice was soft but held unimaginable power in it, so much that as she spoke dark clouds started gathering around the pinnacle of the mountain she called her home

A small chuckle left her lips that slowly increased itself into full blown laughter, around her snow started falling in heaps and frozen winds started blowing

Chilling blue eyes snapped open as the woman ceased her laughter as she seemingly focused her attention onto something, a smile worming its way onto her face as she came to her decision

"Yes… I wonder indeed..."

Boom!

So yeah, this is the first chapter of my first Fairy Tail fanfiction. I've wanted to do one of these for a while but never really had the courage (or time) to do so, Fairy Tail was the first anime I ever watched and had been what got me to start watching anime to begin with

That said there are a few things about Fairy Tail that piss me off and eventually I just stopped watching the series all together, it was only recently that I decided to come back to the series and give it a second shot, luckily I still remember most everything until the Grand Magic Games Arc, after that I start to get a bit fuzzy

So yeah, I hope you enjoy it!

1) Jokulsarlon is actually the name of an Iceberg on Earth, Google it if you want to

2) 'Hara-Kiri' is an alternate name for Seppuku, which is a Japanese suicide ritual where you disembowel yourself, normally this was done by Samurai but was layer done by normal people to restore honour, I found it fitting since those who try venture to the mountain are effectively killing themselves

3) Spider Lilies are called the Flowers of Death In Japan since they would be planted around grave sites to stop animals from eating the dead since the flower is poisonous

Now with that out of the way there are a few things I wanna say, both about this fic and some other things, basically I'm going on a rant so of you don't wanna read that then don't read this aha

Firstly, I want to ask people to stop asking me for updates constantly, I hate getting them and honestly they just make me not wanna write more than anything else, I'm not somebody like Fairy tail dragon slayer who can just pump out a couple thousand words of actually good content every single day. I know its a stupid thing since nobody actually reads them, but I'd like people to check out my profile and read the 'Ground Rules' I've laid out for my first and I

Secondly I wanna address the whole Fairy Tail situation. Basically a lot of people shit on Fairy Tail and I can understand why, Mashima has a fucking boner over Natsu, so much so that it basically fucks the plot a lot, he has Natsu absolutely demolish characters who beat Erza but can't hold a candle to the mage herself. He has no major losses (as far as I can remember) and only learns 'fear' from Gildarts, shit like that just doesn't make sense and it pisses me off, it was one of the contributing factors to why i stopped watching Fairy Tail in the first place, because either Natsu suddenly becomes OP or the 'Power of Nakama' saves everybody and it's bullshit

While on the topic of Bullshit in Fairy Tail I'll go onto my next topic. God Slayers. Now if you can't guess already or don't know or whatever then this Fic is based around Law being a God Slayer, this is because I hate the Canon God Slayers

It's once again a case of Bullshit on Mashima's part, he wanted the Dragon Slayers to be the main focus and God forbid he let's Natsu be weaker than some fucking nobody, so he made them all pathetic.

Don't believe me? Well its pretty fucking obvious, first God Slayer introduced is Zancrow, The Fire God Slayer, who completely fucking demolishes Natsu (yay) hotel bullshit strikes and Natsu suddenly creates some bullshit way to do the impossible and eat the Flames of God (not yay)

Then you have Orga, the Lightning God Slayer who is effectively one shot by Jura which is understandable since the guys a fucking wizard Saint, you know, the guys who are the supposed to be the Top 10 Strongest Mages on the Continent… until the guy gets his shit dropped by Laxus… like come on, Orga could have at least put up a good fight so the excuse could be he exhausted Jura but Nooo he has to be a fucking weakling

Finally you have Cherry and honestly, she's probably the best out of the three because from what I remember. She at least won the fucking fight against her Dragon Slayer counterpart like for fuck sake, she's like nearly a decade younger than both her God Slayer compatriots and at least she fucking wins

… as you can probably tell, I fucking hate the God Slayers, which is why I've decided to make this fic

You see all of the Canon God Slayers are technically Second Generations, Cherry Learns hers from a Book, Zancrow is taught by Hades and Orga is unconfirmed but probably the same as Cherry, which would explain why they were so weak, because the second generation is technically weaker (in terms of base power) than the older generation

Take Laxus for example, he's a second generation dragon slayer and while he's definitely stronger than Natsu, Gajeel and Wendy, his Slayer Magic is weaker since he had to have a lacrima put inside of him, his magic isn't pure if you will, it's been contaminated by the lacrima so while it's still powerful and if trained (like be did) can become just as, if not more, powerful than a 1st gen slayer but it just doesn't compare at a base level

… did any of that make sense?...

Anyways, Law isn't going to be a 2nd Generation God Slayer, he'll be a true God Slayer (also the idea of having a God Slayer, Dragon Slayer and Devil Slayer all in One Guild amuses me)

Now what he's the God Slayer of is something I won't change my mind on, it has been something that I just couldn't decide on until I said fuck it and put all the ideas I had onto a spinning wheel and let that decided

So while you can probably Guess what he's the Slayer of, I'm not gonna confirm or deny anything until next chapter

Now what else… oh yeah! You don't understand how long this chapter took me, I want to give a shout out to Phailen since I basically just stole the whole introduction chapter of his fic called 'Reiteration' (check it out, it's great even if it has been dead since 2018) but even then I still couldn't get down how I was gonna kill his mom… wow that sounds so weird to write.. I actually wrote about 5 different scenes before deciding on this one so yeah… she was crushed to death

Oh! Also, his God Slayer Magic ain't gonna be the only magic he has, he also has some Eye Magic (no, it's not the Sharingan, Byakugan, Tenseigan, Rinnegan or anything like that… I kind of stole it from Twilight so…) but I'll explain it more in the next chapter

Moving on, you might be wondering why I didn't say what year he was born into.

Long Answer: It's because he was born in Natsu's generations (actually a couple years older but shh…) but because none of the Dragon Slayers knew what year they originated from I'm expecting some type of foul play as they had their memories altered to forget about it so he doesn't actually know his birth year just that Jokulsarlon is destroyed and that the language has changed

Short Answer: I couldn't be bothered to figure out a way to get him into the X700's and using the idea of memory alteration and him being from the X300's is easier

Finally (I think) Law doesn't have any knowledge of the Fairy Tail world, so certain things won't change, some things will but all in all he doesn't know anything about the plot of FT

I guess that's all

Signing off!

Neo!

Not an update but one should hopefully be coming soon.

I just realised that I forget to mention it either in the chapter or in the Author's Note but Law's name is actually a Nickname, his name isn't Law it's Laurent, Law is just the name he'll more than likely be going by for the most part, however he will be mentioned as Laurent more than a few times as I doubt people in The Magic Council will call him Law and not his 'Birth' name of Laurent

I just want to clear up any confusion people may have before the next chapter comes out as he does introduce himself as Laurent in it. It was a mistake on my part as I cut out the scene of him learning his name and nickname, I also don't want people to think I've just thrown out a enlonged name for him in the next chapter as well

Does that make sense? Sorry I'm updating this at 2:32 AM and I haven't slept yet so I'm not completely sure if everything I'm writing makes sense or not

Anyways, See Ya

Neo!