Makarov's eyes stared into space for a moment, processing what I had just told him. "That cant be possible. She has lived here in this guild since she was a child. It wouldn't make since for her to pass through as you did."

With tears still streaming down my face I looked at him. "This world time moves a lot faster than the world I came from. I was able to figure about four times faster, meaning that after the almost 5 years she was dead in my world…" I looked back to the door she had just left from. "The Mirajane that had died had time to grow up again. She had time to find a new home, and I hope she doesn't remember anything about the world we came from."

"You don't want her to remember you, or the happiness you two shared in the other world?" Makarov asked. "Does that mean you're not going to tell her? Are you going to completely avoid her?"

I shook my head and wiped away the tears. "She has made a life here, with friends and family that I never knew. If I tell her all of this, what would she say? I find it hard to believe that you're actually still listening and haven't thrown me out for insanity. But I don't want to risk doing something that could make her remember all of the bad."

The small man stood and looked over at me. "If you wouldn't mind attempting it, I would like to see this 'alchemy'. It sounds like a very strange ability. "

I rose from my seat and opened the door. "Lead the way sir."

He led me into a courtyard behind the main guild building and motioned to the surrounding area. "There should be plenty of anything you would need to use here. Help yourself to any of it; we can get more whenever we need it."

I glanced around and took a quick inventory. There was everything from steel piping to wooden support beams. Thinking of what I should show him to show the basics of alchemy. "People cannot gain anything without sacrificing something. You must present something of equal value in order to gain something. That is the principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy. Alphonse once said." I whisper under my breath as I walk to a pile of stone bricks. Clapping my hands together; feeling the energy flow through my body.

Quickly I press my hands onto the pile, letting the power release and break apart the atoms and reconstruct them. The stone changed to a glossy black onyx box. But I didn't stop there, I continued to channel the energy, changing the box into a rod with a simple blade on the end. Breaking it off and stabbing it into the ground.

Makarov simply watched like he was trying to understand how it had happened. "So you channel energy through your hands in a circular pattern, and then pass that energy into an object in order to change its form. That is rather unique."

"So there's nobody you know that can use a similar power?" I ask drawing the blade from the ground.

"No, I haven't seen anyone able to do that before. The closest would be maker magic, but you don't need a base material for that."

"So… there's no need for equivalent exchange? No law of give and take?"

"It seems not." Makarov said. "I still would like to know, will you join us? Will you join Fairy Tail?"

"Are you sure you want me to? You know nothing about me besides what I told you, and you don't even know if I'm telling the truth." I say, questioning what he is saying.

"A man who sheds tears and doesn't apologize is telling the truth. And someone who tells his life story to a stranger who asks is welcome to join my family. Just remember, if you harm them I will end your life."

"Ok, I will join Fairy Tail, if only to protect her, and to pay you all back for saving my life."