In a land far away lies the kingdom of Fiore. In this small peaceful nation of seventeen million, and a place filled with magic. This magic overflows the lands, rivers of gold filling the world with peace. But (in a place filled with regret) The rivers turn into a drought of nothingness. The droplets fell from the sky of creating a pasty dew, that faded into the suffering decay of grass. Cotton balls swelled up a pitch dark color turning the air into a mucky taste of damp paper. Clouds began to form ringing tears from above. Foul rain poured down like a river of polluted water. The smell of stench was equal to its looks. You could see nothing in this dreadful rain. The rain poured from the saturated sky falling, down, down with no end. But, most things have to finish someday. Similar to a team once called the strongest. But now live apart in a world with magic. A power found in every home even bought and sold at every marketplace, for most magic is solely a tool, a worldly part of everyday life. For some, though, magic is a creation, and they've consecrated their lives to its practice. These are the Wizards. Banded unitedly into magical guilds, they use their skills in a hunt of fame and fortune. Many such organizations dot the landscape of Fiore. But there is a specific guild in a particular town that once towered high above the rest, one from which countless legends have been born. A society that will continue to strike people's imaginations well into the future.
Its name is Fairy Tail.