Fairy Tail: Generatia - Vol. 1

Prologue

A full moon hung over Fiore as a thick blanket of fog was cast across most of its southern region. The night was chilled and the air bitter. An uneasy feeling clung to the wind as it swept through mountains, forests, plains, and deserts. The world had been at peace for many years now. Long gone were the days of destruction and chaos that happened decades ago with a generation in a different time. But that unsettling feeling that lingered in the breeze was writing a new story. Another chapter in a familiar tale.

In a cave on a large island south of Fiore slept an ancient creature that made dragons look like mere pet lizards. It laid undisturbed for many millennia until one day it awoke. It was time to fulfill its purpose.

The large creature lifted its head from its resting arms. Its mane was standing on edge. Something was clearly wrong. Was it time? After all that had passed was the moment finally arriving? The beast stood up onto its four legs and shook itself awake. Its black mane rustled and its dark emerald scales clanged together as its body moved. It began to exit its den leisurely walking into the moonlight. It squinted its three red eyes as it had not seen light in many aeons. Once adjusted it made its way towards the edge of a cliff on which its cavernous chambers rested. The large creature gazed down at the jagged valley below. Massive spear-like rocks jutted out from the harrowing abyss's depths. The bottom was shrouded in a black mist that was so dark even the night appeared as day in comparison. But peaking just above smoky veil was a small plateau. There lied the end. The reason for its being. The beasts skin began to tingle. Now that it was fully alert it could sense the coming armageddon. The magic power lurking from that place. Yet it could also feel the magic energy emanating from other presences. Whoever they were made their role more clear. It was time to fulfill its duty as guardian. But first it had to complete its mission as a herald. It closed its eyes so it could fully access its Psychic Magic. It needed to find the ones that would aid in the protection of this world. The beast's mind's eye began scouring the globe for the right people, the right wizards that were destined to save the lives of every living thing. The nearby country of Fiore intrigued the ancient being. Its people held promise. They could prove to be useful in aiding the chosen. Yet none of them were one of the predestined. The archaic creature began to search beyond this land. Maybe this world would be saved by those of a different one. It continued to scan the multiverse. Universe after universe, dimension after dimension. There! There they were. The three who would quell the chaos. The ones who would desist disquietude. The wizards who would usher in a new age of peace. Now the hoary entity had to bring them to this world. It began to stretch out its front legs and loosen its shoulders. Its large hooked claws dug into the soft earth. Its hind legs then tightened ready to release its power. The ancient creature thrusted its chest forward and bellowed an unfathomable roar into the starry sky. And somewhere over Fiore a rift opened.

In a different place, an immeasurable distance away, another story was being told. A tale that contained no climax. It was a narrative without purpose. A chronicle without meaning. But it was here, in this portion, where everything changed. Where it all began to connect like a lost chapter being discovered and rewritten into a legendary adventure. And that is where this very story begins.

Marek Bartusek finished packing his things into his car. He didn't have to leave for several more hours, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about it later. He turned around and headed up the steps towards the public parking garage's exit. Marek was greeted by a warm late spring breeze as he made it out into the open. The sun was beginning its decent and the joining rivers shimmered in the sunlight. Marek walked down the sidewalk and then crossed the street onto the bridge that rested above one of the rivers. He strode on, stepping back onto solid ground, and began passing by his old college dorm where one of his friends still currently lived. As he walked by, his two friends came his way. Terry Anderson and Jake Cvikota met Marek at the corner.