Hiro Mashima created Fairy Tail. I have no rights. To Fairy Tail that is.

Also. Please be aware that Alanza has no designated ship yet. Mystogan just happens to have been how she got to earth land and her first contact with Fairy Tail.

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Turns out Mystogan was a socially inept sweetheart. The guy really needed to spend more time actually interacting with people. He obviously had no clue how to handle her meltdown. He seemed to be even more panicked than Alanza was. In her mind she kept picturing him as a flapping peackock as he ran around in his dramatic blue clothes. He moved her next to the fire as soon as it was set up. Water was produced as well as jerky and a tent was set up.

"Mystogan, for heavens sake sit down. I'm ok now, I was just a bit overwhelmed for a minute." He didn't sit. He did stop flapping around though.

"How do you know my name. I know I didn't tell you and I just pulled you from another dimention so you shouldn't know my name." Oops.

"That... Is a long story best told only once."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's put it this way. I know a lot of things about a lot of people. Gramps should hear my story." She thought for a minute. Who else should know. Mira could handle it. Unless romance or babies were involved the woman handled everything with a smile. Erza... The redhead was intense, but she would look at the situation logically. Probably. Laxus. If Mystogan was still around then... If Laxus was still in the guild he would be a mental mess. Maybe telling him would help. "The rest of Fairy Tail's S-class wizards should be there for my story. Would you be willing to take me to the guild?"

"Why would I trust you?" His voice was harsh and those dark eyes sent a chill up her spine.

"I am not a threat to your guild. I can help."

"Why do we need your help?" Magic pressure. She had never really understood what that ment. She did now. It was like someone was sitting on her chest or the air itself was syrup. She could literally see the whisps of black curling through the air around the previously gentle man. She needed a reason that would make him Want to trust her. As secrative as he was she knew he would always protect his guildmates, his family.

"Because you don't want your father to torture Natsu and Wendy nearly to death, Prince Jellal." His eyes blew wide.

"How... How do you know that?" He suddenly yanked her up off the ground and glared into her eyes. Her life flashed before her eyes. This man was powerful enough to stand toe to tow with Laxus Dreyer, future Wizard Saint. "How do you know about Wendy!" So Wendy wasn't with Fairy Tail yet. Or at least Mystogan didn't know about it. Pre-Nirvana timeline probably.

"I told you. I'm only telling this story once and Gramps needs to hear it first hand." She really hoped he accepted that and she wasn't about to die. She still wasn't afraid of dying, however she was in her very favorite tv show right now and would really prefere having the chance to live this adventure. He lowered her until her feet could touch the ground again.

"You call Master Makarov Gramps. Why?"

"Because that is who he is." That and Makarov Dreyer was the grandfather she had never had. He was a super sucky parent as evidenced by the two men he had actually raised and the mental issues of some of his 'brats', but an awesome grandparent figure.

"Well," His eyes seemed to smile then. "I can't really argue with that. Just tell me. Is Wendy in danger?"

"How long till the next Fantasia parade?" That would answer a lot of timeline questions for her without giving any more information away.

"Fantasia isn't until October." Pre Fantasia then. Laxus was still at the guild. She might be able to ward off the Battle of Fairy Tail.

"Then Wendy is safe." It had actually just occured to her that it could be pre Lucy even and she had no clue. Knowing now wouldn't change anything though. "Will you please take me to the guild?" Time was actually of the essense. Laxus was a ticking time bomb best diffused as soon as possible. On top of that a lot happened in the months between Lucy joining and Fantasia. If Alanza was careful she could right a lot of wrongs before they even happened. She could save people, prevent them from suffering. She had to be careful though.

"Yes." Mystogan released her and sat down on the fireside log. "So. You know my name. Are you going to introduce yourself?"

"Oh! I'm so sorry. My name is Alanza, Alanza Brown."

"Are you a wizard?" She snorted and dropped down next to him.

"No. Well, I wasn't. I guess I should do some serious meditating and see if I can build up an ethernano pool or whatever it's called." Dates, numbers, and official terms were not her strong suit. She was a practiçal application person. As an emancipated minor her highschool grades were barely acceptable, but the supervisors at both her part time jobs had loved her. At least she thought they had. Not that any of that mattered anymore.

"Why are you suddenly choosing to become a wizard?"

"There is no magic in my world. Maybe it used to exist, but it doesn't anymore. I plan to stay with Fairy Tail though and don't want to accidently die during a guild brawl." He actually laughed. He had a nice laugh.

"Makes sense. Want some help?"

"Let me try on my own first. After we get to the guildhall and I tell my story if I still haven't made progress then I might ask for help."

"I don't spend a lot of time at the guild. Once I take you there I might not stay long enough to help you."

"I know. You are antisocial as shit. And let me tell you. That is not good for you and it is not good for your guild. I have no right to tell you how to live your life and I know how important the anima thing is. However once I tell my story you might want to rethink your stance." She dropped her head down to stretch out her stiff neck and froze. "Well shit."

Her hadn't noticed before, but now that the adrenaline had worn off she sure did. The hair that had fallen over her shoulder was orange. Not the mostly brown, slightly blond, hints of red but only in the sunshine color it used to be, but a bright, tangarine color of orange. It was also longer, almost to her waist. She ran her hands over her arms and patted herself down. She was quite frankly disappointed that she was the same size and shape that she had been. When she saw her hair she had hoped, but no such luck. She still had the broad shoulders and thick bones her German father had given her paired with the less than satisfactory five foot one and a half inch stature she got from her tiny Irish mother.

"What color are my eyes!" Mystogan was looking at her like she was crazy.

"Uhhh...green?"

"How green? And do I still have those damn freckles?"

"Really green? Why do you hate your freckles? And why are you asking me that?"

"Because my hair used to be mostly brown and so did my eyes. The orange and the green were just, like, hints. And my freckles make my face look eternally dirty."

"No they don't. They are adorable." Alanza blinked. She could swear there was a hint of a blush showing above Mystogans mask. "Ugh... I mean..."

"Thank you. That's sweet. You really are a sweetheart you know." His eyes were wide and she was certain now that he was blushing.

"Uhhh... I... I don't...err... What?"

"And adorable. Sweet, cute, and adorable." He hid his already masked face behind his hands.

"Oh, Mavis. Please stop." Alanza laughed until she fell off the log.

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To be continued