Lucy gave a nervous smile. She knew Fairy Tail was a notoriously problematic guild and often got scolded. With that decided, three people and a cat walked through the city. It was a lovely place full of kind people—it gave off a cozy vibe.
But soon the scenery changed. The buildings and houses ended, and the road opened up as if space had been cleared on purpose.
Lucy grabbed Allen's sleeve and pointed toward a distant building...
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The breeze in Magnolia smelled like freshly baked bread, magic in the air, and promises still waiting to be fulfilled.
It wasn't a castle. Nor a floating tower. Not even a jewel-covered palace like in fairy tales. It was... a sturdy wooden building, with a slanted red roof and a large emblem carved on the front: the silhouette of a winged creature raising one claw. Above it all, a flag flew bearing the same symbol—the insignia of Fairy Tail.
The place seemed to live and breathe magic—not because of its walls, but from the laughter echoing inside, the shouting that mingled with the clinking of mugs, and the warm chaos of a family that didn't know silence.
The doors were open. Literally. No guards. No magical barriers. As if saying: "Come in. You belong here—even if you don't know it yet."
Allen's thoughts were interrupted by Happy. "Fairy Tail has a story Gramps always repeats: Do fairies have tails?"
A question turned into words:
No one knows...
And that's the point.
The name symbolizes mystery, adventure, and the unknown. The endless search for something that may not exist—but is still worth chasing. It's an invitation to live without answers but with purpose.
With each step, Allen's amazement grew. It felt like his first day at Hogwarts—but less elegant and more vulgar... and that was okay.
It was a home for the ones the world called weird. A beacon for those without a place. A guild of lunatics, dreamers, and mages who believe that fairy tails might exist—if you search hard enough.
"..."
Allen smiled faintly.
Welcome to Fairy Tail.