In a land far far away, lies the kingdom of Fiore. A small, peaceful nation of 17 million and a place filled with magic! Found in every home, bought in every marketplace. For most, magic is merely a tool, a mundane part of everyday life. For some, however, magic is an art. And they've devoted their lives to its practice. These are the wizards. Banded together in to magical guilds, they plant their skills in search of fame and fortune. Many such guilds dot the landscape of Fiore, but there is a certain guild in a certain town that soars high above the rest. One from which countless legends have been born. A guild that will, no doubt, create more legends well into the future.

Its name is Fairy Tail.

Chapter 1: Bang Bang

Fiore is not a perfect nation. Crime still runs rampant in the streets of cities and fields. Vehicles and property stolen by thugs, money robbed and laundered by crime syndicates, innocent people murdered like cattle for no good cause. Some of the most prominent examples of these instigators can be found in dark guilds, groups of wizards banded together to abuse the uses of magic for self-gain and evade the law.

Our story begins in one of these guilds. A smaller guild known as Giant's Horror. Things from the outside seem pretty peaceful…

That was until one of them members get thrashed outside through one of the windows with a trail of fire following him.

Taking a look inside, we see the fairly established fortress was in havoc! Scorch marks found on the walls, giant blocks of ice implanted in the tables and decorations, multiple swords and various melee weapons pinning dark wizards to the ground. And oddly enough, the skeletons of eaten fish were scattered across the floor and in the mouths of some of the incapacitated dark wizards.

It's not too difficult to pick out who the culprits of this chaos are. After all, they were the only ones, standing by this point and it's pretty easy to find pink hair in a crowd. It was the strongest team of Fairy Tail!

Natsu Dragneel, the Fire Dragonslayer. Dressed in a one sleeved black coat with orange linings. On his shoulder, Happy the fluffy blue flying cat is perched eating fish that he got from God knows where.

Lucy Heartfilia, the celestial wizard. She's currently garbed in her blue and white tank top with an accompanying miniskirt and knee-high boots. She doesn't exactly leave much to the imagination, but no one's complaining.

Erza Scarlet, Titania. She was previously wearing her black wing armor with bat-like wings and a pitch black armored shell around a "tactical" black bikini. With the battle ending, she quickly requips into her more conservative, standard Knight armor with a maroon Fairy Tail Patch on the chest.

Grey Fullbuster, the Ice Make Mage. Grey was wearing nothing except his boxers (thankfully). His poor habit of stripping quickly cost him is his clothing 30 seconds into the battle and Natsu saw an opportunity to burn them when no one was looking. Grey would most likely strip again so the prank was ultimately pointless.

The rag tag group of heroes had successfully knocked out all the gang members excluding one to hold as a hostage to gather information.

Erza points a sword at the low-life, "Don't put yourself through more pain than necessary, are there anymore dark guilds in the area? Our mission is to take down any that have been causing the people of the local village trouble. We also can't have too much criminal activity around our own home town either, Fairy Tail doesn't like it when dark guilds get brave."

"Believe it or not, there is honor amongst thieves, girlie. I ain't talking," the dark wizard declared.

Erza put the sword closer to his neck. Her eyes seemed to glow with pure hatred. Natsu knew those eyes from his daily beatings from her and knew what the gang banger was in for.

Natsu ran to the crook and started shaking his shoulders furiously, "You better listen to her! I've been in your shoes and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy! Trust me!"

The crook was shook, "Alright Alright! There's another guild about 3 miles south of here. It's called Howling Wind. It's a start-up dark guild so its overall member count is fairly small, but I've been there and they've got some heavy hitters so don't even think of underestimating them. Erigor the Reaper is the master too!" Satisfied, Erza releases her sword as it disintegrates back into her pocket dimension.

Erigor, a name this particular team is all too familiar with. The name alone got Natsu's blood boiling. A villain that Natsu always beat down, but he always seemed to get away and he'd have some new tricks up his sleeve anytime the two would reunite.

"Erigor you say, hehehehe, I'm all fired up now!" Natsu proclaimed as he slammed his fists together. "Aye Sir!" Happy quickly reciprocated in a joyous tone.

The rest of the team all locked eyes with each other. With a small nod, they agreed on their next course of action. The defeated thug, however, grew a very distraught face and even began to shed a few tears, "I just betrayed my allies. My friends. Now I'm going to prison for who know how long. I might as well be dead" The sad thug is promptly slapped by the pink haired slayer.

"Don't even think about being dead for another millisecond! All life is precious no matter who someone is or what they've done in the past. What's important is what you learn from it and how you can use it to build yourself up in the future. Yes, you are legally a criminal, but you can atone for your crimes and redeem yourself. You deserve another chance, just like everyone else."

Erza couldn't help but smile at Natsu's small lecture. He was an idiot most days of the week, but when it comes to fighting and morals, Natsu was as wise and as strong as they come. She puts a comforting hand on his shoulder, "That was beautiful, Natsu. But regardless, we can't leave him alone and we need to get moving to the other guild so I request that you knock him out"

Natsu obliges, "Sorry, bud" Natsu makes his hand into a finger gun and points it at the criminal. "Bang" a fire pellet shoots from Natsu's fingers on the command. It impacts square in the center of the man's head as he falls to the floor unconscious, but he looked peaceful in his sleep.

Meanwhile at the Hollowing Wind Guild,

Mages of all shapes and sizes were celebrating like there was no tomorrow with small brawls and booze being drunk like it was water. The cause for such jubilation was the previously completed mission. The dark guild had successfully raided a Magic Council Vault without a hitch and Erigor saw reason for a small party.

Erigor is sitting in the corner enjoying the atmosphere and finishing his final thoughts on a speech. With his points straight in his head, he takes a final swig and uses some minor wind magic to levitate himself on top of a table in the middle of the main guild hall.

Erigor catches his breath to release, "Hollowing Wind let me hear you roar!" followed by a massive cheer that would cause anyone's chest to vibrate from the sheer sound.

"With our latest heist," the wind mage continues, "we now have a significant boost in our jewels, weapons, ammo, and other munitions!" The guild releases a hearty cheer at the thought of all the fresh supplies. "With the fall of the Balam Alliance, all criminal syndicates, magic and non-magic alike are accruing power to be the next big kingpins. Well I say, that Hollowing Wind will rise to be more powerful than any dark guild before it" The members roar with agreement and fistbumps. They quickly quiet down to allow their leader to continue.

"So from this day forward," Erigor raises his mug and everyone else does likewise, "Long live Hollowing Wi-" a sharp bang resounds the room as Erigor's brains get scattered across his living members.

Everyone is in shock, but this doesn't slow the continuing gunshots as more and more dark guild members begin dropping like flies. Some wizards try to collect themselves and shoot magical projectiles or gunshots of their own in whatever direction the bullets maybe coming from.

This does no good as the rounds keep stampeding through the walls and windows. Mere seconds later, the room is littered with bodies.

After a few moments of silence, a lone figure walks into the guild hall and observes the damage. The figure steps over the bodies across the hall, the sound of cracking and splashing can be heard as the assailant steps on glass shards and through puddles of blood. He makes it to the end of the hall which is lined with wooden crates.

The shooter opens up the crates and examines the contraband. Boxes and boxes filled with rifles, shotguns, handguns, anti-magic rounds, grenades, swords, armor, explosives, Kevlar, and even more hidden secrets could be hidden in the multiple unopened crates.

"agghhhh" a grunt echoes throughout the room. The figure turns around to see one of the dark guild members, still alive. He took a shot to the chest, shrapnel to the leg, and was bleeding out, but he was still breathing. It appears that he's trying to crawl for a hiding spot amongst the rubble.

The survivor doesn't make it far before he hears footsteps. He reluctantly pushes himself over to see two black combat boots. His eyes begin to follow up the legs to find the shooter's face, but is only greeted by the barrel of a .45 handgun. The figure utters the last word the member will ever hear…

"Bang."

Strange: And that's chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed the start to our story and what's to come.

Stark: Absolutely, but we have lives outside of this and we'll try our best to get more chapters to you asap.

Strange: Well, not really. All we do is masturbate to-

Stark: ANYWAYS, we have a full outline of how we want this story to go, it's just a matter of writing it down. Thanks for reading!

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