Sakura wakes up in a world of Mages and Magic. /And Sakura swore into the ale, she won't stop, she'll find a way home. She'll stop at nothing, a promise of a lifetime, as Naruto would say. This world was simply a misstep, a unknow mission. She'll return./

So. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've recently come back to the anime fandoms, so I thought, hey why not write that fic. So, here's the prologue, please review and tell me what you think about this. x

She opened her eyes with a groan, startling a deer close to her to run away. She wondered if she was in Nara company, but dismissed the thought as soon as it came. These trees weren't like those home in konoha.

The trees back home was stronger, harder and could easily take five heavy ninjas jumping on them. These however, looked like they would break if one stepped wrong. Light, beautiful trees, yes, but not hers tree.

Sakura was bewildered, this isn't like any of the Shinobi Nations. She pushed herself to sit up, ignoring the pain in her left shoulder and her stomach screaming in pain.

Last thing she could remember was the fight with Kaguya, they were close, so, so close. Time dimensions and world jumpings. Obito must have sent her the wrong way during the fight. They were supposed to travel to safe dimision for her to heal heal him - he must have just sent her.

She cursed the gods that she didn't have an sharingan to send her back. On a second note, she cursed the deities up above that allowed the wicked sharingan to ever exist.

Well, she fought back a wry grin, the fight was already their win. She wondered if Naruto once again made some speech and Kaguya let go of this world peacefully. Or if Sasuke and Naruto's team up was enough to punch the Goddess in the face.

She wished, hoped, with all her might. It just sucked that she wasn't there with them to finish her off.

She sat up and started to inspect her injures. Left shoulder, broken. She popped it in with a wrinkled cry and healed the muscle tissues together. She'd have another scar, but she'd rather not use up all her chakra for something so petty as a scar.

Small internal bleeding and kidney lost from some sword, and a stab wound gazing her left leg. The last she ignored, she'll mix a quick salva for it; the other she healed. Sakura groaned, this will take up to a hour to heal with her small reserves. Well, she thought as she looked up the darkening sky, no time like the present.

Obito or Kakashi better come here with his sharingan sometimes soon.

Three days she waited in the same spot. Enough to get her reserves back, enough to explore the wildlife that was this forest. Beautiful and breakable, like the trees of Water, yet no streams of water.

Three days were enough to start losing hope.

She was lost. After three days of sending out her shadow clones she could only find towns who knew nothing of her countries. Three days filled with dark thoughts, Obito had sent to a whole new world without her permission, she concluded.

Sakura she carves into the wood followed by an arrow south, where she was heading. Kakashi and Obito must still be resting, or even in a coma like when her teacher had fought Itachi.

This world is nothing like her own, was the first conclusion she made. It was peacetime and magic, dragons she'd heard of from tales living these lands. It was perplexing, but so fascinating.

"Stale ale," Sakura said to the innkeeper, placing a small genjutsu on him thinking she'd already paid. Genjutsu was something she had learned in her spare time between mission and training. She was a natural, it was just a shame that she never had a sensei in it.

'And might never have', a bitter thought made her face darker. No, she will come home, one way or another.

A little white lie, per se. Bar's was always the best place to gather information, no one was so open with information when intoxicated. Or sex crazed.

It was with a grim face she pushed those seductive missions aside, this was not a time to dwell on old memories.

She put up a notice me not genjutsu around her, a simple misdirecting one. Their gaze would simply just skip over the empty corner booth. If what she had learned was correct, everyone here was simple civilians if they didn't have some type of eye magic, or was incredible powerful to notice something amiss.

"Ah, mate you should've seen those racks! I was a man in heaven!" A civilian shouted to his buddies, throwing beer all over the table as he reenacted the story with rosy cheeks.

The bar was sleezy, so she shouldn't be surprised of all the drunks.

She can't help but thinking back before the war, when the kunoichis would go out to downtown pubs and whisper secrets in the smoke heavy room. When everything was simple, when no one was dead and the most adventurous things was getting drunk and hitting on missing nins.

The war changed everything. Their world become like that in the history books, where kill or be killed was to the everyday.

The world became simple to understand, and she would be bald enough to say that she understood it the moment she tasted the flames and saw death for the first time.

There's an ugliness with peace. Something her younger self would have scoffed at in midwar time.

Mid war time, when allies was sparse and sacred, when watching your back and have no trust was the way of surviving. When burned human flesh and death was the only smell not even burning flowers for the dead could cover. When blood and iron was tasted all day and night.

It was grotesque and putrefacting; but it had its rules and order of everyday. It was chaotic, but you still knew what would happened during the day.

It was impulsive, it was living in the present where every step could be the last, already halfway down the grave.

It was paradise.

It was Godless.

To come to a world in peace, after suffering from war for years was hard. It was hard to adapt, hard to not snap someone's neck as the closed in on her.

Her teacher taught her rules she would come to live by, and she repeated them like a mantra quietly to herself.

Never hesitate to kill, this world is that of prey and predators. If you need to kill, kill.

Follow the orders you have been given, don't question or think too much about it. Just follow the protocol.

Never leave your guard down, always stay alert.

Trust isn't something anyone is worth. Reveal what you need to get by, but don't let them see the real you. Never trust anyone.

Control is everything, control over emotions, your weapon, your energy. Control it all and never let anything slip or go to waste.

Regret nothing.

Keep living, and never stop going forward.

And Sakura swore into the ale, she won't stop, she'll find a way home. She'll stop at nothing, a promise of a lifetime, as Naruto would say.

She promise herself that she will return home to Konoha. This world was simply a misstep, a unknow mission. She'll return.

She have too.

It wasn't until late at night when she was nursing her seventh ale she heard something concrete.

A tale of heroes return. Of powerful mages returning after seven long years.

"Ye'! Those fairies are back!" A happy voice shouted, overpowering all noise in the bar.

"Whaaa nah, them dead'," A brown haired man with jagged beard said back.

Another laughed, "Cana's finally back, time to bring out the booze bartender!"

Everyone shouted and celebrated the return of these fairies. During the whole night she sat quietly in the corner, a genjutsu covering her from anyone looking. They gave away information like a starving man drinking water. Fairy Tail, she thought.

Fairy Tail will be her next stop. These mages might be the solution to her problem.