1Prologue: The Tempest to Come
On the Outskirts of Oak, through the blistering storm stood a cloaked figure, watching... waiting... thinking...
It was no surprise that the villagers had taken to shelter in their homes or beneath the shop covers in this rough weather, but the figure made no such move to take cover as they were deep in thought, his latest plans developing slowly as the watch continued until they heard a small stumble toward them and addressed the oncoming soul with a rather male teen voice. "So... do you have any place that we can use?"
"On the edge, Sir..." The giant-like man sounded as he pointed a grizzled finger to the spot and the young man could make out the large structure of a forgotten warehouse, years stripping the wood and stone to pieces, leaving a large ruin to testify its existence. "It will be several weeks before it is suitable for our use, but it is isolated and left alone by the villagers time from time."
"Exactly what we were looking for, let us move before this weather further worsens..." The youth said as he leapt off the hill, bounding down with speed and the large man matching the pace as they took a wide path to avoid sight from the village, making it to the site in ten minutes as they stood before it as the youth spoke once more. "I see why you would require a great amount of time to repair this, but will you require additional aid in this endeavor?"
"No, Sir, I will be perfectly capable of completing this task, may the Storm guide me."
"May the Storm guide you..." The youth said as the titan went straight to work, starting with blocking off the rain with some ramshackle roof tiling as the hidden eyes went to a large bag, about the size of him as he ran a hand over it, his thoughts filled with grief and focus.
'Worry not, young one, your life will begin once more and you shall choose your path, but not this day, this day is the day that we make ourselves a home for a time...' Raising his hands, the rain started to still as a dome of air formed around the structure, the droplets slipping off as he kept one hand up to maintain the magic while the other went to his hood and removed it, revealing aqua-blue hair and two different-colored eyes as he finished his thoughts for a time. 'The Council will not control me, what I achieve here is of my own will and unhalted by bumbling fools...'
Despite what many people believe, Natsu was not dumb in several ways as his bones called out for action now...
He understood the pain behind Lucy's eyes when she confessed that she really liked him, but admitted that they were more of friends than girlfriend and boyfriend, he carried the pain of having lost Lisanna despite her being next to him, and he knew something was off in the air, a strong storm coming from the sea, from the Town of Oak as it carried with it the essence of magic when his thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the great guild doors.
He took in the appearance of two drenched individuals as they walked, one was a young male with a odor of an artificial dragon under his leather clothing, feet protected by fur-clad boots while the other was a girl, averaging Wendy's age, as she dressed finely of a violet knee-length dress, the odd things being the baggy coat that smelled of the male that she was wearing to ward off the rain and the enormous paintbrush she had on her back.
At that point, he was quickly pulled into a brawl which he quickly committed to as the guild quickly diverged into a massive mass of infighting, it bound to pull in the two newcomers very quickly...
"Kentur, are you sure this is the Fairy Tail Guild, it looks kind of run down..."
"Believe me, this is the place." Kentur pulled the doors wide open and both walked into the great hall with interest, heedless of the legendary 'Salamander's' gaze as Kentur filled in the void with his words. "I told you I knew where we were going, this is totally the Fairy Tail Guild!"
"Okay, you were right and I was wrong, let's find someone who can instate us as members." The two of them wandered further into the guild before approaching the bar which the girl squeal in glee at who was serving. "OH MY GOSH, IT IS MIRAJANE!"
"Why, thank you, I am not too surprised to have some fans."
While the girl started to hyperventilate, Kentur took a more reasoned approach. "Sorry about Strida, she is a big fan of the 'infamous' Mirajane, but we are actually here to be members of Fairy Tail, is there anything big that we need to do before we can?"
"None at all!" Mira said as she waved a hand with a smile. "You can join anytime, but I would like to give a few rules." Kentur nodded and Mira explained. "We are a family, we work, eat, and sleep together, even lean on each other's shoulders in times of strife as every member has some part of a sad past in their life and if you ever decide to leave, we will never hold you back, but you must abide to three rules." Mira raised her fingers at the rules of leaving. "One, you must never reveal sensitive information about Fairy Tail to others for as long as you live. Two, you must never use former contacts met through your being in the guild for personal gain. Three, though our paths may have diverged, you must continue to live out your life with all your might, you must never consider your own life to be something insignificant, and you must never forget your friends for as long as you live."
Kentur would have whistled from the rules, but thought otherwise as it would be disrespectful to judge the rules set for the most renowned guild in all of Fiore. "Okay, that sounds great, though I may need a reminder every now and then, but I guess I can wait until..."
"INCOMING!" Someone shouted as a member was hit toward the bar, but the newcomers were ready as Kentur and Strida activated their powers, the young man's limbs encasing in rock and stone as he slammed the member back into the guild brawl while Strida pulled out her paintbrush and swiftly painted out a barrier which came to life when she finished, members and objects hitting the shell-like design and falling to the ground before she was pulled behind the bar while Kentur was fast at work dishing out punches and kicks against the attacking members.
However, the moment he met Natsu in combat was the exact moment that both of them got crushed by a giant among men, Strida gasping like a fish while Mira just smiled as the titan spoke. "Mira, I notice that there are some new faces here, are they friend or foe?"
"New members actually and you had just crushed one under your fist." The titan lifted his fist to reveal both Natsu and Kentur dazed and crashed before the titan lifted them both, depositing Natsu in his seat and Kentur by the bar before shrinking down to a small old man who responded with kindness. "Nice to meet the two of you, I am Master Makarov of the Fairy Tail Guild and I apologize for the small brawl."
Strida just laughed as her magic disappeared. "No problem at all, Master, Kentur has always been a hardhead for brawls."
"Good to know, now that it is out of the way for the moment..." Mirajane pulled out a stamp from under the counter and placed it on the wooden surface, taking the stamp off its resting as Makarov finished. "I welcome you both to the Fairy Tail guild, so where would you like your guild marks?" Kentur gestured to the side of his right shoulder while Strida pulled her waist-length brown hair, its violet streaks too, and brought it to her front as Kentur used his other hand to mark the spot between her shoulder blades. Mira nodded as she imprinted a orange-brown mark on Kentur and a liliac-violet on Strida who was over the moon with the mark as Makarov spoke. "And with this, you are officially members of the Fairy Tail guild, be strong and support your fellow members."
The old master nodded as he headed up and Kentur, as a first order of business, asked for a keg of root beer which was not available as Cana was using the only keg for her alcohol, Kentur bolting straight up with a look of anger before pulling up his sleeves and excusing himself and heading straight for the drunk, Strida was more polite as she asked for a glass of pink lemonade which was gladly given as the young artist watched as Kentur tired to pick a fight, eventually diverging into an all-out brawl as she laughed.
This was going to be a great guild to live with...
