Chapter 7: Chapter 07
As Gildarts disappeared into the crowd, his raucous laugh fading with distance, I found myself rooted to the spot. There had been a fleeting moment, a mere heartbeat, where his gaze locked with mine—and in that instant, I felt as though he had seen through me, past the layers of weariness and guarded resolve I had carried into this town. It wasn't a hostile look, nor one of suspicion, but rather one of curiosity… or perhaps recognition.
The cobblestone streets reflected the late-afternoon sun, their smooth surfaces bordered by flower boxes brimming with cheerful blooms in every color imaginable. Banners fluttered from windowsills, their designs celebrating festivals and achievements, while the air carried a medley of enticing aromas—freshly baked bread, the faint saltiness of the river, and the floral sweetness of a nearby perfumery. Children dashed through the streets with carefree laughter, while merchants called out their goods with voices full of good-natured cheer.
"Fresh apples from the orchards! Sweet as honey!" a vendor hollered, holding up a basket filled to the brim with the glistening red fruits.
Another merchant, standing nearby with a table of polished trinkets, waved a hand toward passing customers. "A charm for luck? A keepsake for love? Everything you need to make your wishes come true!"
Two boys raced past, their laughter chasing after them. One carried a small wooden sword, while the other brandished an imaginary shield. "For Fairy Tail!" they yelled in unison before disappearing down another street, their playful cries echoing through the square.
"Oi, watch where you're running!" shouted a man balancing a stack of crates, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement.
I smiled to myself. The pride this town felt for its guild wasn't just a fleeting sentiment—it was woven into every street corner and every conversation. Fairy Tail wasn't just a guild here; it was a symbol of strength, safety, and community. Under their watchful protection, Magnolia flourished, its people thriving in an atmosphere free from the weight of fear or uncertainty.
As I let the current of the crowd guide me, I passed by a street performer juggling fiery orbs to the delighted squeals of a small audience. An elderly couple clapped along, their faces lit with genuine mirth. It struck me then that this wasn't a town merely surviving—it was a town fully alive.
My steps took me toward the river, where the water shimmered like a ribbon of molten gold in the fading light. Fishermen exchanged friendly banter as they packed up their nets for the evening, their camaraderie as steady and familiar as the river's current.
"See you at the guild later?" one called out to another, his tone jovial.
"Wouldn't miss it," came the reply, accompanied by a laugh. "Might even beat you at cards this time!"
"You couldn't beat me if I played blindfolded!" the first shot back, his voice full of mock bravado. Both men laughed, their easy friendship a testament to the bonds that seemed to tie this town together.
As I walked along the riverbank, a group of children dashed past, chasing a stray dog with shrieks of joy. The smallest among them tripped and fell with a startled yelp, but before I could move to help, one of the older boys turned back.
"You okay, Miya?" he asked, crouching down to check her knees. "It's just a little dirt. Here, up you go!" He offered her his hand, pulling her to her feet. "Now come on, we can't let him get away!"
Miya sniffled but nodded, a determined expression replacing her brief moment of distress. "Okay! Let's go!" Together, they ran off, their laughter ringing out like wind chimes.
The kindness and care in their interaction warmed me in a way I hadn't expected. For all its energy, Magnolia had moments like these—ordinary, unassuming, and yet brimming with a warmth that made it feel alive. Perhaps that was why I felt drawn to it, though I didn't know what I sought here. Not yet.
As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky with streaks of orange and violet, I found myself standing before a building unlike any other in Magnolia. It rose tall and proud against the soft hues of twilight, its banners catching the evening breeze, each one bearing a mark I recognized immediately: the crest of Fairy Tail.
The hum of the town quieted behind me as I approached, the guildhall standing solitary yet vibrant against the darkening sky. The air here felt different, heavier, as though the very ground beneath my feet thrummed with power. This was a place where stories were born, where destinies intertwined—and where answers, perhaps, awaited.
For a moment, I hesitated, taking in the cheerful clamor that spilled out from within—voices raised in laughter, the occasional clang of tankards, and even a snippet of a song sung loudly and off-key.
"Will you stand there gawking all night, or are you coming in?" A man's voice—gruff yet amused—startled me from my thoughts. I turned to see a fisherman from earlier grinning at me, a crate balanced under one arm. "The guild don't bite, you know. Well, maybe some of 'em do, but they're mostly harmless."
I gave him a wry smile. "Just gathering my courage."
He chuckled. "You'll be fine. Fairy Tail's good folk. If you've got a story to share, they'll listen. If you're looking for a story to join, well… there's no better place to start."
With that, he adjusted the crate under his arm and made his way inside, his footsteps confident and sure. I lingered a moment longer, letting the scene wash over me. Magnolia wasn't just another town. It was a place where stories weren't just told—they were lived, written in the smiles of its people and the unspoken gratitude they felt toward the guild that watched over them.
The doors to the guildhall creaked slightly as I pushed them open, revealing the heart of Fairy Tail. The interior was warm and welcoming, with long wooden tables arranged in rows, most of them occupied by the guild's members. Tankards clinked together, laughter echoed from one corner to the next, and the faint strains of a tune hummed from a bard seated near the fireplace. A haze of golden light filled the room, emanating from lanterns strung along the beams of the high ceiling.
My first thought was how alive this place felt. It was more than just a guild—it was a haven, a community where bonds were forged as strongly as the steel the blacksmiths worked with down by the river. Even without the usual chaos of a younger crowd, the seasoned guild members exuded an air of camaraderie and unyielding confidence.
"Come on, Gildarts! Pay up already!" a deep voice boomed from one of the tables. A burly man with a laugh as loud as a bell waved a hand of cards in the air while the others cheered.
"Cheat!" Gildarts shot back, grinning as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. His fiery orange hair was impossible to miss even amidst the liveliness of the room.
"You'd know all about cheating, wouldn't you?" another guild member teased, and the table erupted into laughter. Gildarts rolled his eyes but didn't lose his smile. It seemed that no matter the situation, his presence dominated the room like a king on his throne. Truly his title as the Ace of Fairy Tail guild befitting him with the amount of power oozing from him.
I lingered near the entrance, scanning the guildhall as I took in the sights. Then my gaze shifted upward to the raised platform at the far end of the room, where a small figure sat cross-legged on what could only be described as a throne of sorts. He wore a red robe that draped loosely over his diminutive frame, but his presence was anything but small.
Makarov. There was no mistaking him. The guild master of Fairy Tail may have been tiny in stature, but the weight of his presence filled the room. His sharp eyes swept across the guildhall, surveying it all with a mixture of pride and authority. For a moment, they landed on me, and I felt the full measure of his gaze—not unkind, but deeply assessing, as though he could glean more about me in a glance than most could in a conversation.
"Well, now," Makarov said suddenly, his voice cutting through the noise with ease. "It seems we have a visitor."
Heads turned toward me, the guild's attention shifting as if on cue. Gildarts, who had been in the middle of his exaggerated tale at the card table, craned his neck to get a better look.
"What brings you to Fairy Tail boy?" Makarov asked me.
"To join!" I replied, my voice steady despite the weight of the room's collective gaze. "I've heard the stories about this guild and wanted to see it for myself."
Makarov chuckled softly, resting his chin on his hand as he regarded me. "This place, huh? Everyone always says it like Fairy Tail's some sort of mystery." His lips quirked into a grin. "Tell me, traveler, do you know the question this guild was built on?"
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "The question?"
Makarov leaned back in his chair, gesturing broadly to the room. "Do fairies have tails? Do they even exist? It's a question with no answer—a reminder that no matter how much we learn or how far we go, there will always be mysteries worth chasing. That's what Fairy Tail is about. We don't care where you've been or what you're looking for. The only thing that matters is that you're ready to live your story."
I realized I'd already taken my first step into something much larger than myself. Whatever lay ahead, I knew this guild—and this town—was going to change my story in ways I hadn't yet begun to imagine.