Author's Note:

Hello everyone, welcome to my new story. So before you read this chapter, I just wanted to mention something. I'll keep it short! So I was inspired to write this story after I caught up with the 100 year quest manga. However, before making this story, I was already working on something for my creative writing class in school. I just sort of took the first part of that, and used it as the first part of this chapter because it fit really well with how I wanted this story to start. So I'm sorry if quite a big part of this first chapter isn't really fairy tail related. It gets there though! Don't worry. If you want to skip to the part that includes fairy tail, go ahead and move to the line that reads: "What makes me different?" I asked, genuinely curious.

I made it bold so it would be easy for you to find. But with that said, I hope you enjoy this first chapter! I actually plan to try and finish this story. I've said that in the past with my past attempts at stories, but this time I actually mean it.


I'm weird.

Or so I've been recently told. Looking back on the life I've led up until now, I don't really see how I was weird. I've been told that I couldn't "read the room", or that I'm a "killjoy", but I fail to understand how other people's inconveniences factor into me being weird. But as per my very recent reflections, that's exactly why I'm considered weird.

Going off of that logic, then I guess I would be weird. I would say that I feel regret at my inability to see my flaws until now, but then I would be lying. And I don't lie. Actually, that was also a lie. I lie all the time. I lie when it's convenient for me; the same as everyone else. And anyone who says otherwise, is most probably also lying. But in a world full of lies, I like to think that I'm an honest and truthful person. I would say the amount of times I've been slapped and punched by other people is a testament to that fact. But no, I do not regret the way I lived. I take pride in the fact that I've kept true to who I am, and I didn't let anyone else change that.

It's how I've always lived, it's how I made it through school and university at the top of my class, it's how I got a really good job right out of college, it's how I got promoted two times in the span of one year, and unfortunately, it's also how I ended up dead. Looking back on it, the amount of slaps and punches should really have clued me into the fact that people don't like hearing the truth. I guess I ended up being honest to the wrong person at the place, and at the wrong time.

But I've gone too much on a tangent. The bottom-line is that I'm apparently weird. And it only took me dying to finally realize that. So you must be wondering, if I'm dead, then how am I talking about myself like this? Well, according to what I've been told, my life and the life I'm about to live from this point onwards will be retold through the medium of an online fanfiction that will be written by-

"Woah woah woah WOAH! Pause! Let's stop you right there."

I raised my gaze from the piece of parchment that I've been writing on to look at the source of the voice that interrupted my inner monologue. Sitting across the table from me is a very attractive person. They are very androgynous in all aspects from physique and body language, to their voice and facial features, all the way to the clothes that they wear, making it very hard from me to tell if they are male or female even after spending a few hours with them. Or at least I think it's been a few hours. I'm given the impression that time doesn't really matter where I am right now. The person in front of me had beautiful white hair, and they were wearing a long sleeve dress shirt, whose sleeves were rolled up to their elbow, and skinny brown slacks. The brown blazer draped on the back of their chair and the glasses hooked on their collar really gives them an academic-type vibe.

"I wasn't finished explaining." I said after a moment's pause.

"I know, I know, and as much as I hate to interrupt your very interesting mind, I really do have to ask you to stop. We wouldn't want your words to trigger an existential crisis somewhere." The person replied. I raised an eyebrow at their response. "I thought you were a god in your own right? What would some random person having an existential crisis negatively affect you in any way?" I asked.

The person, or god or deity or whatever they are, hummed at my question. "While on its own it doesn't really matter, letting it happen can lead to some very interesting and unfortunately quite troublesome circumstances. The last time some information about dimensions above the 3rd was leaked to civilization, it caused a massive uproar and several little cults and religions suddenly popped up that came a little too close to unraveling my particular brand of divinity. That earned me some ire from some of the most prevalent religious gods and deities."

Okay, as far-fetched as that seemed (and I don't ever recall anything of that sort happening in recorded history), I guess I could see that happening.

"Oh, don't be surprised you've never heard of that happening. I made sure that no one remembers." They suddenly said, as if reading my mind.

"It's not as if I am, I actually can read your mind. And it's not because of a disregard for your privacy mind you. It's just that nothing is unknown to me in this place. Or in any other place really. I can't help it." They continued, with an infuriatingly attractive smile-

DON'T, comment on that. The person in front of me shrugged, chuckling under their breath.

"Okay, so writing things down would seem pointless." I said, putting down the pen I was writing with. "You would have known that if you just listened to me when I was giving you my entire speech about why you were here. But the moment I told you that you were dead, you got this annoyed look in your eyes and told me to buzz off. You didn't even try to ask who I am or anything, you just started looking for the exit." The person in front of me said with an amused tone as they leaned forwards, propping their elbows on the table and resting their chin on their hands.

"I do have a name you know. You can stop referring to me as 'the person' in your mind."

I let out a heavy sigh.

"I would use your name if I could. It's not my fault that it disappears from my mind every time you say it." I replied as I folded the piece of parchment I had been writing on neatly, before putting it to the side.

"Then give me one."

I look up at them, my eyebrows raised in question once again.

"Give me one. If you give me a name, then you probably won't forget it."

I stared at the person in front of me, looking for any signs that I was being made fun of from their face. Not that I would have been able to tell if there was any. After all, I'm apparently weird like that.

"Are you sure it's proper for a mortal like me to give you a name? Doesn't that bring great disrespect to your existence or anything like that?" I asked, resigning myself to indulge the logic, or the lack thereof, of my current situation.

"Well, while I'm sure it would break a few laws somewhere, those laws don't exactly exist here. In here, I am god. And therefore, what I say goes. So it's completely fine for you to give me a name. Besides, it feels so distant when you refer to me as "the person". I would like to say that this entire process is a very personal one, and I wouldn't want your experience to be unpleasant." They replied, tilting their head so their cheek was on their palm.

"Speaking of this process, what exactly is supposed to-"

I was cut off by a slender and beautiful finger pressed to my lips. I realized my mistake the moment I saw the corner of the person's mouth quirked up into a small smirk.

"You think my fingers are beautiful?" They asked teasingly.

Every fiber of my being really wanted to say no. But alas, truthful and honest and all that.

"Yes, I do. Unfortunately, everything about you is disgustingly beautiful." I said with a defeated sigh. Their smirk widened further.

"As much as I appreciate you telling me that despite the pain in your voice, I have to tell you that it simply can't be helped. This is simply how mortal minds are able to process the existence of divine beings. I'm honestly surprised that you are this composed. The last mortal that ended up in my domain ended up trying to ravage me before I had to send her along." They explained, lifting their head from their hands.

"Well, it has been brought to my attention that I am apparently very weird. So maybe that's why." I replied in a flat tone.

"Oh? Are you still caught up on that? I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings, you know. It really was just an offhand comment." They said, picking up the piece of parchment on the table, and running their eyes over the words written.

"No, I'm not caught up about it. You brought up a point of interest for me. It has not been the first time I was called weird, you know. It's just that this time, it was a god telling me that I'm weird, and I guess that motivated me to reflect whether I actually was weird or not." I said, suppressing the mild annoyance at them just picking up the parchment and reading it without my permission after realizing that there really was no point in getting mad because as they have mentioned, they know everything.

"You're catching on very fast. You are literally the first human that has acted this way in front of me." They said, putting the piece of parchment down.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was."

A comfortable silence settled upon us after that. I stared at the person in front of me, smiling as I saw the annoyed face they made when I once again referred to them as "the person" in my thoughts. My eyes scanned their face until I met their eyes, the iridescent irises taking my breath away. From a deep, rich, blue, to a vibrant sparkly gold the next, then taking me by surprise by smoothly blending into soothing smooth green,

Irisa

"Hm?"

I was snapped out of my trance when I heard their voice.

"Yes?" I asked. "You said something." They said with a small smile.

"O-oh… I said that outloud huh?" I asked.

They gave a simple nod as an answer.

"Well, that could be your name. Irisa." I said despite my embarrassment, seeing no point in beating around the bush.

"Why that name in particular?" Irisa asked. I didn't miss the way their lips curved upwards at my referral to them by a name.

"Well, I saw how beautiful your eyes were. Your irises in particular. They're iridescent. And I didn't want to call you Iris because you might get in trouble with the greek pantheon if I gave you the name of one of their goddesses." I answered.

"Oh my, you're familiar with Greek mythology aren't you? And so thoughtful too as to not get me in trouble with their pantheon." Irisa said with mirth. "And that is exactly how it works by the way. I could see you drawing your conclusions about how pantheons and gods and deities exist beyond your mortal realm. All the pantheons do in fact exist, and while not isolated from each other, they are in fact independent of each other." They continued.

I hummed an agreement, finding great interest in having my theory confirmed.

"I like it by the way."

I looked up at Irisa.

"Like what?" I asked.

"The name." They answered.

"Oh. You're welcome I guess." I deadpanned, not really knowing how to feel about giving a god a name. We settled into another comfortable silence, before I decided to get back on track

"So going back to the process that I'm supposed to go through, what exactly is it?" I asked.

"Well, you seem pretty smart, and you've had quite a handle on the situation ever since you've gotten here. What do you think it will be?" Irisa said, instead of answering.

"I don't appreciate my questions getting answered with questions, Irisa." I told them,

"Indulge me." They returned.

I sighed in exasperation before going through the information I've had so far. I'm dead. I remember my death. I was shot in an alley during an attempted robbery. I went home early from a company party that I was forced to go to and someone punched me and dragged me to an alley. They demanded all my money and precious items, and while I did comply to try and end this entire altercation as soon as possible, I made a comment about them being ashamed of who they are and the choices that lead their life to where, who, and what they are now. I would guess that I hit a little too close to home because they then turned around and pulled out a gun. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, bleeding from the bullet wound from my chest.

I vaguely remember people rushing to my side, along with frantic voices and sirens in the distance. But all I could focus on were my own thoughts. I guess that was the point where I realized that people do indeed see their life flash before their eyes in their last moments of life. I learned early on in life that if you acted a certain way, there would be resulting consequences. I remember clearly that if I made too much noise as a child, pain would soon follow. But I also learned that if you stayed silent the entire time, pain would come for me too. So I learned to be efficient. I learned to say only what I needed to say. That was the only lesson that my parents taught me. At least, it was the only thing I could remember about them.

I was taken away by the government, child services I now realize, from my abusive family when I was four. I was placed at an orphanage, with hundreds of other kids like me who don't have homes or families. And it was here that I would learn a different lesson because I didn't know any better. Kids were noisy. At least, the kids in the orphanage were. And the person I shared my bed with was no different. Early on during my stay there, I ended up hitting my bed buddy because he was being too loud. I just thought that I needed to bring him pain for being too loud because that was what happened to me when I was too loud. I got a big scolding after that and I was forced to clean toilets after as punishment. The same thing happened when I hit another person because they weren't answering me when I was talking to them. Again, I was scolded and I was punished for doing something I thought was normal.

They asked me why I hit that kid when they already scolded me the last time I did it. I argued that last time, I couldn't hit other kids because they were too loud. I simply stated that this time, it was because the kid wasn't answering. I really couldn't understand why I couldn't have any food for the rest of the day after that. Nothing made sense, and the people here didn't make sense.

The next day, those two kids that I hit and some of their friends had me cornered. They said that since I hit them, that they get to hit me back. I didn't understand at first, because I never got to hit back when I was hit for being too loud or too quiet. But it made sense to me so I agreed. So they hit me, and they hit me, and they hit me, and they continued to hit me. They hit me again and again, way more than I hit them, and they didn't seem to want to stop. The only time they stopped was when one of the adults found us and they stopped this hitting. But the weird thing was, those boys didn't get punished like I did. Instead, I was scolded, saying that this is the consequences of my actions, while the other kids got a light scolding without punishment.

It was on that day that I learned that people just don't act the way you expect them to. And that was frustrating. But at least I learned that lesson then. Because I was sure that it would have hurt me that I was never adopted if I never learned that lesson. I was an orphan in an orphanage. So of course, I expected someone to come in one day and adopt me. To let me experience "family" like how the other kids talked about it. I was asked a couple of times by the other kids if I knew my old family, and if I did, what they were like. I guess looking back on it now, it was pretty weird that my answer to that question was "What is a family?" But yes, I was never adopted. But it was okay. I knew that people wouldn't act the way I expected them to.

The rest of my life passed by like a blur. Remembering and reliving each and every moment, all practically at the same time. It felt like eternity. But realistically speaking, it was probably just a few seconds. The last thing I remember was looking up at the black, starless night sky, and thinking of everything that lay beyond what our eyes could perceive. Beyond the stars that I know were there. Beyond the solar system. Beyond the universe. Beyond what I could ever hope to witness with my quickly dimming eyes. The last thought in my head as I finally took my last shuddering breath, was what it would be like to be there instead of here..

And then I woke up here, sitting at this table, across Irisa. I looked up at the god before me, meeting their eyes once again, finding that they had an annoyingly entertained look on their face. I let out my umpteenth sigh.

"Is it reincarnation?" I asked.

"Got it in one! See, that is very curious. How did you figure it out so quickly?" Irisa asked me, leaning forward towards me, their face getting very close to mine.

Ignoring how I felt heat rush to my cheeks, I replied the way I always had. Calmly, and honestly.

"I-I just took a r-random guess!"

I did not squeak. I didn't.

Based on the way Irisa suddenly laughed, I would assume that they did not believe me.

I steeled myself as Irisa leaned back into their chair, and gathered my thoughts before trying to provide an answer that made sense.

"I am familiar with a few concepts of the afterlife. And considering that I'm not suffering eternal damnation, then this can't be hell or the underworld. And seeing that we're in a huge, but surprisingly normal-looking and cramped office, I would like to take a guess that this isn't heaven or paradise either. And noting the massive lack of Valkyries or battle-crazed and berserk Vikings, this isn't Valhalla either. So, that only leaves either reincarnation, and Limbo. And while me ending up in Limbo would be completely plausible, I would take it that someone else actually being here that I could talk and interact with means that I am not in fact in Limbo. So by process of elimination, what I am going to go through, with your guidance, is most probably reincarnation."

"You're just full of surprises. This has honestly been the first time that a human has interested me so much." Irisa told me.

I hummed in appreciation at the compliment.

"So what? Do I qualify for Nirvana or something?" I asked half-seriously.

"Are you Hindu?" They asked in return.

I mentally rolled my eyes at their tone. "No, I'm not."

"Then there's really no point in you reuniting with Brahman is there?" They said with a smirk. "And besides, do I look like Brahma, Vishnu, or Shiva to you?"

"I don't know. For all I know you could be God with a capital "G" and I just offended every Christian in the entire world by simply giving you attitude." I answered, with said attitude.

"As amusing as that would have been, I can't say that I'm the Christian God, or any sort of religious god for that matter. I'm simply an independent god that deals with the reincarnation of humans who… don't quite fit in with the world." They said carefully.

"And since I'm in front of you, it would be safe for me to assume that I'm one of these humans that don't quite fit in the world." I replied, looking down at my hands on the table. "I guess I really am weird." I said more to myself than to Irisa. I looked up and met their eyes, and I couldn't help but feel something I haven't felt in a long long time.

"You don't need to be disappointed." Irisa said, without missing a beat.

My protest died in my throat, remembering that anything I think or feel can't be hidden from the god in front of me. I stood up from my seat, and walked over to the window. Where I expected to see an urban city, or even a field of flowers under the night sky, all I saw was an ever expanding darkness. It was oddly comforting. It reminded me of the starless night sky that enveloped my sense during my last moments of life.

"I've lived my life, knowing that certain actions have certain consequences. I was able to realize that our actions are directly linked to what we feel. By nature, humans are irrational and feeling creatures. And if that was the case, I didn't want to be human. Or at least the kind of human that wore their heart on their sleeves and let their feelings decide their actions. This mindset has lead me to the conclusion that I can't expect people to act the way I expect them to because whereas I choose not to feel, all the others live their lives through their feelings. Because of this, I was rarely disappointed. No one could let me down if I never expected them to do so otherwise after all. But I never expected that the one that would end up disappointing me in the end was myself."

"Disappointment is a funny thing. Like every other negative emotion, it creates an empty space in one's heart, that one can never fill on their own. With the way you lived your life, well, I wouldn't say lucky, but you were able to live without facing much disappointment, if any at all. But now that you have experienced it, you're left with an empty feeling and you don't know what you need to do." Irisa said, rising from their seat and standing next to me.

"It's much like this empty space outside isn't it? You try your best to get to the bottom of it, but the darkness just keeps going on and on." They continued.

"It's an endless space." I sighed.

"Vast, sure. But never endless."

I looked to my side, finding Irisa still looking out the window, with a soft smile on his face. When they said nothing else, I raised my eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What I mean, is that you are here for a reason." They said, turning to face me. "A reason that you have already figured out." They continued.

"Yes, but what does that have to do with the empty feeling of disappointment?" I asked, genuinely confused.

Irisa smirked at me, then hummed.

"You know, for being such a smart person, you really can be quite dumb." They said, before moving back to their seat. They gestured for me to follow, so I took my place in front of them once again.

"You are here to be reincarnated. But like I said, I guide the reincarnation of humans who don't quite fit in with the rest of the world. Tell me, have you heard of the Japanese term, 'isekai'?" They asked.

I shook my head to say that I do not in fact know the meaning of a word from a language that I do not speak.

"Alright, no need to get sassy. It's actually a pretty popular term, you know. It wouldn't have been unusual for someone who isn't Japanese to know what it meant." Irisa said, probably reading my mind.

"What is it then?" I asked, trying to get to the point.

"It is essentially an overarching genre for fiction, Japanese, Korean, or Chinese in nature, where a character is sent to another world, whether it be through reincarnation or rebirth, a summoning ritual, or any other process really." Irisa explained for me with a tone that suggested something more than just a simple explanation.

"So I'm assuming your brand of reincarnation would be something similar to this concept then?" I asked.

"That's right. When I said that I deal with the reincarnation of humans who don't quite fit in with the rest of the world, I meant I deal with the reincarnation of humans who weren't supposed to be born in this world." Irisa answered.

"Wait, what?" I asked in shock. Then that meant-

"Yes. You were not meant for this world. You were meant to be born in a world much different from this one. A different reality. But for some godforsaken reason, literally, you ended up being born into this one." They answered, interrupting my revelation. "And because of it, there has been a disconnect with your soul and the world around you." They continued.

"Tell me, have you ever felt… wrong?" They asked, leaning forward.

"Wrong?" I asked.

"I would use a more fitting term, but unfortunately, it is from a language that the human mind just can not comprehend. Much like how my name disappears from your mind, the term would not register well with your mental faculties." Irisa explained.

I thought about it. Despite how vague "feeling wrong" may be, I weirdly understand what Irisa was talking about. Though I was alive, and I was living, it felt like I was living a life that was not mine. Walking in the skin of someone else. Speaking with a voice that did not feel like mine.

"That feeling is the result of your soul recognizing that it does not belong. Throughout human history, there have not been a lot of cases such as yourself. This is why my identity, my divinity, is not known to humanity. In the roughly 5000 years of recorded human history, there have been less than a hundred cases where a soul that was not meant for this world was wrongly born." Irisa explained. "And you, are the first case in the past three centuries." They finished, pointing towards me.

I let that information sink in.

"Do you tell this to everyone that comes before you?" I asked, curious as to why I was being given an exposition.

"Actually, no. Not at all. The process for reincarnation through my divinity is usually done much quicker. It is the first time in my existence that I have had such a meaningful conversation with someone of mortal descent." Irisa answered.

"What makes me different?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"There are two reasons. You… are unique. Not in the sense that you are any different from the humans that have come before you, or at least biologically. Unique in the sense that you seem to belong to multiple worlds." They answered carefully.

"Multiple worlds?"

"Are you familiar with the Many Worlds theory?" Irisa asked.

"Yes. It is a branch of String Theory. I know the basic premise of it, but I am neither a physicist nor a mathematician so I lack any profound knowledge about the subject." I answered, recalling the few articles and journals I have read about the subject.

"That is fine. In essence, the Many Worlds theory states that any deviation from the course of existence will cause the time-space continuum to split, and branch off into a different path. This creates a parallel universe that exists in the same space as the one it deviated from. Well, I am telling you now that this is not a theory. It is true. However, this does not only apply to this reality. There are multiple realities. Often, the ones that are created and depicted in this reality as fiction, exist in a completely different system of parallel universes." Irisa explained.

"So it still follows the same principle of the many worlds theory that anything that can exist, does exist?" I asked.

"Exactly. And now, tying all of this back to you. You are different, because unlike all other humans before you that have come before me, all of them belonged to only one reality. One world. But you are different. It is as if multiple different realities are trying to accept you. I can feel all of them, yearning for you to be a part of them and complete a puzzle that seems to be missing a piece." They answered me.

Again, I let that sink in.

"So what does that mean for me?"

"It means, that unlike everyone else that came before you, you have the option to choose." Irisa answered.

"I… get to choose? I get to decide the fate of my soul?" I asked, bewildered.

"Not exactly. You get to choose which reality your soul will be reborn in. However, the fate of your existence, will entirely depend upon your will and your actions." Irisa answered.

"So what are my options?" I inquired, excited beyond belief at the chance to finally find a place where I belong. The fact that it was an entirely different reality be damned.

Irisa chuckled, and waved his hand over the table. Suddenly, a clipboard appeared on the table with one piece of paper attached. On it, there was a list of names that took up more than three fourths of the page.

"Out of all of the infinite number of realities that exist, these are the ones that call out to you." Irisa announced.

I excitedly scanned the list, seeing if I might recognize any. Sad to say, I didn't recognize any of them.

"Wait, really!? None of them? At least five of those are fictional stories in your world. You've never really heard of them?" Irisa suddenly exclaimed.

"Hmmm, well, I might have heard about some of these at some point. But I would assume I just cared so little that it didn't even register in my long term memory." I answered, still looking up and down the list.

"So is there supposed to be a sign or something? One that would alert me that it is the right choice? Like, glowing letters perhaps?" I asked nonchalantly, while Irisa fiddled with some mechanical toy made of gears on the table.

"Well, I wouldn't really know. After all, as I've mentioned, you are the first of your kind to have a case like this." They answered. "Why do you ask?" The added, looking up to me.

"Because one of these names is glowing." I said, flipping the clipboard around to show them.

He immediately leaned in, looking at the name I was pointing at.

"Are you messing with me? I can't tell. I would say that it's impossible to mess with me because I know everything here, but then again, you being here brought forth something I know nothing about in the millenia of my existence." Irisa asked, still looking at the clipboard.

"No, I'm not messing with you. The letters are glowing. See, Earthland." I answered them, reading the name out loud.

"... Well isn't that fascinating."

I looked up at Irisa, seeing that he had a thoughtful look in his eyes as he stared at the name I was still pointing to.

"Does this… mean anything?" I asked, unsure of what this situation meant.

"It seems that this particular reality, Fairy Tail, is calling out to you. So much so that you claim that the letters on this clipboard are glowing." Irisa finally answered, looking up to meet my eyes with an excited glint.

"I have not seen anything like this happen before. I know I've said that multiple times now, but I just can't help myself." They said, a nervous giddiness to their voice.

"Yes, well, as exciting as this seems to be for you, I have no clue what Fairy Tail is, or what this all means." I huffed, annoyed at not knowing what's so amusing.

"For starters, Earthland is the world of Fairy Tail. It is one of the fictional realities from your world. It is what you would call an anime or a manga series." Irisa supplied.

"So the reality that is calling out to me the most, is a goddamned anime?" I asked incredulously. I knew on a subconscious level that according to Irisa's explanation, literally anything that can exist, does exist, so I knew at some level that an anime or manga could possibly exist somewhere. But it doesn't make it any less surprising or earth-shaking when you realize that the reality that your soul belonged to was in an anime for children.

"Well it's not just for children you know. The amount of female fan service would suggest otherwise." Irisa commented.

"That's not the point." I sighed.

"Well, look at it from this perspective. This is an entire new reality with its own unique world, its own history, and its own people. It just so happened that someone from your world, an author with a creative mind, decided to create a story that coincided with this reality." Irisa replied.

"I know. It's just sort of hard to wrap my mind around." I explained.

"Are you disappointed?" They asked.

"No. I'm not. I'm quite excited to be completely honest with you. I finally have the opportunity to finally be all that I can be in a new world. All that I should have been." I answered honestly.

"I'm glad to hear that. After all, I wouldn't want my favorite client to leave me disappointed now do I?" Irisa said, chuckling.

"Well, what should I do now?" I asked.

"Now that you have selected which reality you want to be reincarnated into, you get to decide how." They answered.

They procured a scroll, and unraveled it on the table. I looked at it and it seemed like there were a few checkboxes and some blank lines that looked to be similar to that of a medical file one would have at a school or something.

"So, would you like to be reborn? Or do you want to skip the process and reincarnate directly? They asked.

"Reincarnated. I don't want to go through being born again." I answered.

"Age?"

"Four years old. As far as I'm concerned, that's when my life started."

"Gender?"

"I'd like to reincarnate as the opposite gender. I've always felt wrong in this body. Granted, that could have been because of my soul being in the wrong world, but I digress."

"Features?"

"Make me look like you."

"... Any particular reason?"

"Not really. You're very pretty."

"Thank you I guess. Any specific requests?"

"Plot armor?"

"Hm, it looks like that isn't allowed. The words disappear when I try to write it down."

"Do you think it would work if I phrase it differently?"

"You're welcome to try."

"Convenient luck?"

"... Yup, that worked. Anything else?"

I thought about it for a moment.

"... Happiness."

Irisa paused, and looked up at me.

"I don't think I need to write that down to know that wouldn't be something my divinity can give you. Or any divinity for that matter. You need to find that yourself." They told me.

"Yeah… I figured as much. It was worth a try though." I answered, not really disappointed.

"Do you want something else?" Irisa asked once again.

"I want all the basic knowledge that I would need to function as a citizen of this world." I answered, realizing that I would be reincarnated in a world I knew completely nothing about.

"Alright, everything seems to check out. However, speaking of knowledge about this world, I am required to tell you now that this world has magic. And therefore, I am allowed to ask you if you would like any specific magic in particular." Irisa told me.

"Magic?" I asked, curious and excited.

"Yes. Magic. Not any Harry Potter type of magic either. The exciting and flashy kind of magic." Irisa explained with a smirk on their face.

I let that information sink in. I would have magic! I could practically feel the childish wonder and excitement bubble up in my stomach. And considering this is the first time I have felt it in my entire life, I was surprised that I even realized what the feeling was.

"I don't want to choose. For the first time in my life, I don't want to have control over something in my life. I want to be surprised! I want to be amazed by all this new world would have to offer." I answered, rising from my seat.

"Alright. I'll leave it blank." Irisa said, chuckling as they too rose from their seat. He gestured for me to do so as well, and he lead me to a door on the wall behind us that I swear was not there before.

"It's always been there. You were just unable to actually find it before now because you were not yet ready to leave." Irisa explained, probably seeing my confused expression.

"So that's it? I just… go through the door?" I ask, feeling contradictingly hesitant as we stood in front of the door.

"Well, there is technically one more step. However, because you have given me such an interesting time, and someone to have a proper conversation with, you won't have to worry about it anymore. I'll take care of it." They answered.

I nodded, and moved to open the door, pausing as I took hold of the doorknob.

"Will I ever see you again?" I asked, choosing not to turn around.

"..."

"Irisa?"

"... No. Unfortunately, this shall be our first, and only meeting."

"I see…"

I didn't really know what I was feeling. I've gone through twenty-three years without missing anybody in my life, but in the short time that I have known Irisa, the thought of never seeing them again brought a foreign kind of pain to my chest.

Though I didn't know what face I was making, I looked back at them one last time. And as our eyes met, I could have sworn that I saw sadness in his beautiful eyes. The ever-changing colors of his irises, shifting between dark shades of blues and purples.

"I guess this is goodbye." I told them.

"I guess it is." They answered, with a small smile.

I turned back to the door and steeled myself. I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, light filtered through and I was greeted by a warm feeling, accompanied by a soft blue glow.

"Make sure to take care of that one last step for me alright? I wouldn't want anything going wrong in my new life." I said, with what I hope to be a joking tone.

I heard a quiet chuckle behind me, and I decided that those were some decent final words. I stepped through the door, and everything went white.


3rd Person P.O.V

Irisa stared at the door after it closed, the interesting human's words fresh in their mind. With an ache that they had not felt in millions of years, they turned away from the door and moved back to their desk.

They sat down, and laid the human's reincarnation scroll on the table. Their fingers fiddled with the corners of the rolled up parchment before slowly unraveling it. His eyes scanned the contents of the parchment, going through each of the items, chuckling to themself when he reached the part that dictated features and special requests.

"What a truly interesting human." They mumbled, as their eyes reached the part that would have decided the human's magic. They continued past that part, and stopped.

"Will I ever see you again?"

Irisa closed their eyes and smiled.

"No… never shall I meet you once more. And I am sure, never will I meet anyone like you ever again." They said out loud, no longer trying to hide the sadness and melancholy in their voice.

"And that is why… it would truly be a shame for you to forget our once in a lifetime meeting." They continued, looking at the final line of bold text on the parchment.

"Do not forget to erase the soul's memories before letting them pass on."

"May you lead a happy and fulfilling life, Lucas Evans."

Irisa snapped their fingers, and the scroll disintegrated into light particles. They watched in silence as the light particles floated towards the bookshelves to the side of his office, and faded into one of the many books that lined the shelves.

With a final sigh, they leaned back into their chair and closed their eyes, hoping for the ache in their chest to have subsided by the time another human is sitting before them once again.


Selene was beginning to become impatient.

It has nearly been 400 years since Acnologia massacred the dragons, and the currently known Five Dragon Gods fled to the continent of Guiltina to escape the fate the Black Dragon King promises every dragon in Earthland. The first two-hundred years in hiding were done so in fear for their lives. However, as time passed, that fear turned into shame. Shame for being defeated. Shame for hiding like prey being hunted. Shame for doing nothing as all of her progeny but one was slaughtered.

And for a being as prideful as dragons, that shame turned to rage.

However, Selene's rage does not change the fact that Acnologia is more powerful than her. More powerful than any of the Dragon Gods. His unnatural and perverted Dragon-Slayer Magic makes it so that he is immune to magic and is able to consume it to increase his own strength. This was how he was able to commit mass-genocide on the proud and powerful dragons. In order for her to defeat Acnologia, she needed to become stronger.

And for that, she needed distortion. Even more so than this world that suffers the Black Wizard Zeref's deeds.

Selene is the Moon Dragon God. She possesses great power amongst all the dragons. Even among her fellow Dragon Gods. For she has the power to travel through dimensions. And she has long been planning to look for a dimension with great magical energy for her to distort.

She rose to her feet, and looked up at the beautiful glowing moon that is shining its gentle light on the mountain peak that she has claimed as her's. She opened her mouth and drew in deep breath, the gentle rays of light being sucked into her jaws.

With a mighty roar, and one single powerful wingbeat, she vanished in a flash of light.

Traveling between dimensions is always such a thrill. The feeling of traveling between realities at speeds unknown, with an astral form that knows no bounds. She has used her power to travel to Edolas every now and then, finding that visiting the world that knew so little magic amusing. But Edolas is not the world she is looking for. There is no point in distorting a dying world after all.

But during her several trips between Earthland and Edolas, she has felt the presence of a third world. One wth vast amounts of magical power, to the point of it overflowing. A world that is exactly what she is looking for.

She focused her mind, trying to locate the other world. As she was trying to remember the feeling of the other world, she sensed something. A mass of celestial energy, moving just as fast as her just at the edge of her sensing range.

"Another dimension traveler?" Selene asked out loud.

As soon as the words left her mouth, the mass of energy changed directions and started to head towards her at high speeds instead. Suddenly alert, she beat her wings just in time as the mass of energy passed her by, causing her to lose focus and lose any progress she made trying to locate the other world.

Annoyed and pissed, Selene turned around, chasing the mass of energy back to Earthland, where it is now heading towards.

As she was following the trail of its magical energy, she tried to figure out what exactly it was that she was following. But because of the dense amount of celestial energy surrounding the object, she could not make out what it was. She started to gather magic into her jaws as she started gaining on it. As she got into the distance where aim would not matter, she let loose aiming to put out the energy with her own magic.

However, that did not happen. Instead, her magic seemed to be absorbed and consumed by the energy, making it go faster.

The mass of energy entered Earthland with Selene close behind it. Unfortunately for her, when the mass of energy entered Earthland's atmosphere, it caused a sonic boom, forcing her to slow down from the magic shockwave that followed.

It continued on its path, falling right onto the summit of the mountain that Selene has been residing in for the last hundred years, cratering the plateau outside the cave that she has made her den.

Seeing this, Selene's annoyance turned to anger at her residence being vandalized. She liked that mountain. It allowed her a great place to admire the beauty of the moon above the clouds and beyond the reach of normal humans.

She dived down, fully intending to crush the thing that dared destroy her mountain beneath her forefoot. She landed with a roar, and stalked towards the crater. She swiped her wing once, getting rid of all the dust and debris that blocked her view of the offender.

But as she looked down at the bottom of the crater, she was surprised to see a human. And a small human child no less, lying at the bottom of the crater that was made by the mass of celestial energy. The child was thin, unnaturally so. The bones on her cheeks, chest, ribs, and limbs are visible under her skin.

She moved down to the center, and raised a claw, fully prepared to crush the pitiful human child without any further thought. She brought down her claw, but was stopped by a strange feeling. She withdrew her claw and looked closer at the white haired child, surprised to find the space around the child distorting and undistorting erratically.

"What is this human child?" Selene asked no one in particular. She then felt an unexpected pull at her magic. She looked at the child once more and found that her magical energy was being attracted to the child.

Confused but curious, Selene allowed some of her magical energy to gather at the tip of one of her nails, and moved it close to the child. She was very surprised to see the still unconscious child's mouth open and begin to inhale her magic. This continued for quite a while, further surprising Selene as the amount of magic that this small child was consuming was no laughing matter, especially for her species. The amount was practically negligible to Selen, not even feeling her magical energy dip in the slightest. But it was still entertaining to see an unconscious human child devour enough magic to level the mountain they were currently on.

After a few more minutes, the child finally stopped eating her magic. No longer did the child look malnourished and on the brink of death, her body having filled out with the magic that she supplied.

If one asked Selene why she was doing this, she would have said that it was on a whim. However, the truth is that she is intrigued by this child. This child who came from a different dimension, survived her attacks, and vandalized her mountain. This child who seems to have an aura of distortion around her and a natural affinity with her element. This child who was able to consume her magic as if she was a dragon slayer.

Yes, Selene was intrigued. Incredibly so.

Since the child took in so much of her magic, she could feel the magic within the child start settling down, slowing down to a natural flow. Almost immediately after her magic synchronized with the child's body, Selene saw the child stir from their unconscious state.

"Wake, human."

Selene saw the child startle at her command. The child's eyes opened and was met with the powerful form of the Moon Dragon God in front of the unnaturally large moon. Selene figured that with them being so high up, and her area of effect magic in effect, the moon would be quite an intimidating size right now. She looked at the child, and saw that the child was frozen. Selene huffed. While this child did intrigue her, she was still a lesser being, and therefore had no patience for her time being wasted.

"Human, what-"

"So beautiful…"

Selene paused. The intimidating tone she had been planning on using died in her throat.

"Do you not fear me, human?" Selene asked, suppressing the rising irritation that this human child has made her stop in her actions twice now. Something that no human, or any living being for that matter, has accomplished in her lifespan.

"Should I be afraid of you?" The human child asked, still looking at her with wide eyes.

The human had an interesting eye color Selene noted. It was pink, but despite being just one color, it seemed as if it was always moving. Slightly and smoothly shifting from one shade to another.

"I am a dragon. The Moon Dragon God. I have killed and slaughtered thousands of your kind. Even now, I could crush you without any effort." Selene answered.

"Is that so… but you're so beautiful. I can not find it in myself to be afraid." The child said, their eyes reflecting the moon's light.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

But then, a smooth and quiet chuckle filled the air. The child was surprised to see that the beautiful yellow dragon in front of her was laughing. Selene's laughter got louder and louder, to the point where the mountain they were on started shaking. Eventually, Selene started stomping her left foreleg, causing a cliff somewhere lower on the mountain to become loose and start cascading down the side of the mountain.

"Are you okay Miss Dragon?" The child asked, unfazed by the shaking ground.

Selene calmed down, her laughter finally fading. She looked back down at the child, who was now rising to their feet now that the shaking had stopped. Selene hummed, before a bright light enveloped her, forcing the child to cover their eyes with their arms.

When the light faded, the child was surprised to find that where a massive yellow dragon was just a moment ago, a beautiful and slender woman with blond hair and pink eyes had taken its place. Oh, and the woman was also naked.

"My name is not 'Miss Dragon', human. I am Selene, the Mood Dragon God." Selene said, moving closer to the child.

"U-uh, Selene, y-your body!" The child stuttered, averting their eyes from Selene.

"That's Selene-sama to you, human." Selene replied in a commanding voice, stopping directly in front of the flustered child. "And you are in no place to talk about my state of clothing. You are bare as well." Selene pointed out.

The child looked down at their own naked body, and let out a startled gasp, turning around and crouched, hugging their knees.

"D-don't look at me!"

Selene chuckled once more, finding no end to this child's strangeness.

"You are a very strange human." Selene laughed, a Kimono with fur lining and floral patterns appearing on her body with a soft glow. At the same time, a cowl appeared on her head, an ornament resembling an upward facing crescent moon at the front. She then waved her hand towards the child still curled up in a ball in front of her, a similar pink kimono, with white floral designs identical to that of her's. The child seemed surprised at the sudden appearance of clothes on her body, but composed herself quickly.

"Turn around and face me human." Selene commanded.

The child huffed, and stood up, facing Selene.

"I have a name you know!" The child exclaimed.

Selene's eyes widened, surprised at being shouted at. Never before had she been disrespected right to her face like that. A scowl quickly found its way on her beautiful face.

"You would do well to learn to respect, human. Especially in the presence of someone who could wipe out your existence with a flick of a finger." Selene said in a low voice, allowing her magical power to leak out from her form an immense amount of pressure filling the air.

Selene fully expected the child to fall to the ground in defeat. Instead, the child crossed their stubby little arms and continued to stare up at her defiantly.

"I told you, I have a name." The child said with a glare.

Selene paused, before laughing once again, the pressure in the air dissipating right after. The child took a step back, surprised at the sudden laughter.

"W-what's so funny?" The child asked.

"Nothing. Do not mind me. Well then, if you refuse to be referred to as your species, tell me your name." Selene replied with an amused glint in her eyes, her smirk not leaving her face.

The child opened their mouth to answer, but closed it after a moment's pause. Selene watched the child's shifting pink eyes become muddled and cloudy, their focus moving past her, towards something behind her. She turned her head to see what the child was looking at, only to see nothing but the large, gleaming moon, the effects of her magic still persisting around the area despite her transforming into her human form.

"Diana."

"Hm?" Selene turned back to the child. She saw that their eyes were no longer muddled and cloudy. They were clear, crystal orbs of pink, shining brightly under the light of her moon.

"My name is Diana." The child said, more confidently.

Selene smirked, and hummed at the child's confidence.

"Well then Diana, I have heard your name, and have recognized it. And what a beautiful name it is."

The child smiled back at her, a thoughtful look appearing on their face.

"So that's why Irisa was so annoyed at being referred to as 'person'." Diana muttered under her breath. Selene would have missed it had it not been for her draconic sense of hearing.

"What was that hu- Diana?" Selene asked.

"Oh, it was nothing. I was just-"

All of a sudden, the child seized up, her small body crumpling to the ground. She started convulsing on the ground, her eyes squeezed shut in obvious pain.

"Diana? What's wrong!?" Selene asked, surprised.

She knelt down beside the child, being careful of her strength as she tried to hold Diana still. Suddenly, foam started frothing from their mouth, followed closely by sounds of choking. Selene was a Dragon God. She would not fall victim to something as lowly as panic. However, that did not change the fact that she did not know what was happening, nor does she know a single thing about human biology to deduce what was causing this reaction from Diana.

So Selene delivered a decisive chop to Diana's neck, effectively knocking the girl unconscious. Diana stopped moving, and fell limp in Selene's arms. Selene felt awkward, cradling the tiny body of a human child in the arms of her human form. She looked at the child in her arms, and moved the loose strands of white hair away from their round face. Looking at the unconscious face of this vulnerable human child, something within her stirred awake. Something that has remained dormant for nearly four hundred years.

Her maternal instinct.

"Seriously... Such a shameful display does not befit a child as beautiful as you." Selene whispered.

She placed her hand against Diana's chest, and allowed her magic to enter the child's body in hopes of figuring out what caused the violent reaction. After a few moments, she found her answer. She found that the cells in Diana's brain, was rapidly dying. It was taking all of the child's life energy and magic to barely repair the damage and keep her alive. Selene let out a low growl.

"It seems that whatever knowledge your mind is keeping, is bringing harm to your body, young one." Selene told the unconscious child. "I would not appreciate it if you died so quickly after showing up." She continued.

She lifted her hand from Diana's chest and gathered her magic at the tip of her finger, much like how she gathered her magic at the tip of her nail while she was in her dragon form. She then touched it to Diana's forehead.

"Your mind is not ready for the knowledge that it holds. I do not know what you know, nor do I know why you have it, but for now, I will seal what I can of your hidden knowledge. At least until your mind is strong enough." Selene spoke, allowing her magic to seal the knowledge within Diana's mind. Slowly, Diana's brain cells stopped decaying, the magic that Selene supplied her finally healing the damaged cells.

"You will remember in time." Selene said, supplying the unconscious child with more magic.

"But for now," Selene rose, carrying the girl in her arms.

"You must rest... my child." She finished, smiling as moonlight fell upon Diana's sleeping face.

"I look forward to witnessing the distortion that you will bring upon this world."


Author's Note:

Yeah, this chapter went through a few revisions and edits post-uploading. Hopefully, most of you (if any) were able to read the edited chapter. But yes! This marks the start of a new life for Diana, previously Lucas. So if it wasn't clear, Irisa was supposed to erase Lucas' memory before letting him go through the door. It was the "last step" that they told him not to worry about. But Irisa chose not to, saying that it would be a shame should Lucas forget their once in a lifetime meeting. Irisa skipping this step however, caused Diana to have seizures because on top of having the memories of Lucas' entire lifetime, she also retained memories of divinity, which pushed Diana's mind over the edge and proved to be too much for her still young and developing four year old brain. Irisa did not know this would happen, as this was the first time this has ever happened in the history of ever. Selene ended up locating the problem, and sealed as much of Diana's knowledge from before she was Diana.

But yeah! I hope I was able to write a decent Selene. Hopefully she doesn't seem too OOC, at least for now. Because I do plan to make her OOC, as result of spending time with Diana. Realistically speaking, the Selene of my story is would most likely end up different from the Selene in the manga.

Regarding an update schedule, well, I don't have one. I will try my best to put out at least one chapter every week, most probably during Sundays JST. But I'm a very busy student and I tend to not stick to schedules very well. So just expect a week, or at the very most two weeks between every chapter. I'll try my best to do at least 10k every chapter.

Thanks for reading, bye!