Lawyer Tom: C.O.Y.L owns absolutely nothing. He doesn't even own the characters in this story.

Hey! I thought you said it would only count if I said those words?!

Lawyer Tom: Don't lie, you weren't going to say you owned nothing.

*Grumble* you're a piece of work you know that?

Lawyer Tom: Hey, you were the one that made me up. It's your fault.

Gah! You're so annoying sometimes.

Lawyer Tom: That only means you're also annoying. I'm a figment of your imagination remember.

There's no winning with you is there?

Lawyer Tom: Of course not.

Well, here it is. Another freaking story. I-I've got nothing to say. Just read. I'm not abandoning anything mind you, just needed to start writing this.

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There were a multitude of things Shirou Emiya could be grateful for. His spared life, his foster father, his 'sister', his friends from school, namely Shinji Matou and Issei Ryuudou, Shinji's sister Sakura, his magic, his own magic teacher Rin, he could go on and on about these things. And though he wasn't one to just embrace his own life and live on, he knew that without these things, he wouldn't be the person he was today.

Yes, he was grateful for all these things. But with being thankful, there were some things he wished that he didn't have in the first place.

The most prominent one in his head right now, was that his own Magic teacher Rin, had a teacher of her own that was called the Kaleidoscope.

The reason he wished he hadn't been part of his life? He woke up in another dimension.

And though this was a novel experience for him, though it was new and he hadn't experienced it before, he wasn't exactly surprised. He knew about the Wizard Marshal and how he would do the most random things. And though most of his jokes and pranks wasn't dangerous, they were still rather exasperating in their own right.

For example, an entirely heterosexual man that was scared of homosexuals could one day wake up, and have an insatiable need to procreate with a man. Yes, if that happened, there would only be one person anyone would point to as the culprit. It would be the Wizard Marshal.

To be honest, he couldn't really blame the old man. After all, he was many thousands of years old. Anyone would get bored if they lived that long without dying. The only problem was that he had the means to up his pranking to extraordinary levels with his own Magic.

That was the reason why he wasn't entirely surprised. He was also a very calm individual, even under duress. But even then, of all the things he expected the man to do, sending him to another dimension was not on the top of his list of things he would do to him.

When his eyes had fluttered open, it was to see strange rocks the size of islands and island nations floating in the air, their spire like formations rather strange for something floating in the air that defied gravity. They defied gravity by floating, so having a spire like stalagmite formation was confusing. Maybe they had been pulled off the ground?

But there was no ground. When he had seen the island rocks in the air, he had stood up, and found that he was on one as well. The strange thing was, he was inches away from falling down towards the clouds below the island rock he was on. He had no idea if he was lucky, or that the Wizard Marshal had just been considerate (or mischievous if viewed from another angle) but he had no reason to figure that out. He was here, and he was alive. The only thing left to do was try and find a way to get back to his own world.

When he had looked up to the sky however, it was to see a sickly green sky instead of the regular blue one that he was used to. In fact, it looked hazy for some reason. He didn't give it anymore thought, as it didn't matter. Knowing what the sky looked like, and knowing why it looked like that wouldn't get him home.

He had turned around, only to be met with a thick line of plants that he didn't even know existed. Heck, they looked absolutely ridiculous even. Long vines of pink flowers hung on trees that looked more grass than tree. And even the grass looked like mini-trees, like they were bonsai trees that grew only centimeters.

He had sighed, before he Traced a nameless machete in his hand. Strangely enough, he could feel his magic thrum as he did so, the circuits inside his body letting his natural od flow through without much trouble. And when the machete had appeared in his hands, he had to blink twice before he noticed that it was flawless.

Though most of his Projections were copies of things, of weapons, they were always flawed in some way. They were identical in make, weight, and even in material made, but his Projections were inferior to the original, always. No matter if it were Noble Phantasm or a regular kitchen knife, it was always flawed.

Yet, for some reason. He felt that this machete was whole, complete, heck, it even felt like it was the real thing. Which should have been all but impossible, no matter how much he imagined the original, no matter how much he imagined his Projection to be the real thing, Gaia would always deny that it was the real thing, that it was the same as the original.

Then realization dawned on him. He wasn't on Gaia. He was in another dimension. Which means, this machete, a machete he had copied, may as well have never even existed in this strange place with floating rock islands. But if that were the case, then he shouldn't have been able to use his magic in the first place. Magic was connected to Gaia, and to some extent, Alaya. Mana and Od came from Gaia and were fused together to create Prana, the magical energy that was expended to form magic. Mana came only from Gaia, while Od came from a persons latent inhaling of Mana from the Mana that surrounded everything. To create Prana and form it into his perfect machete without Mana and only Od, it just wasn't possible. But then again, the machete was in his hand, and seeing was believing.

He shrugged his shoulder. Now wasn't the time to think about these things. He still had to get through the thick foliage of alien plants that he wasn't exactly sure were poisonous or carnivorous. Pushing thoughts of impossible magic out of his head, he swung the machete sideward and stepped forward. He repeated the action, and soon enough, he was moving forward. He had no idea where he was going, but it was better than there on the cliff.

He had no idea how far he had gone, but after a while, the strange forest began to clear. The grass-trees began thinning, and even the vine of pink flowers started to get sparser and sparser.

But as he started slowing down, he heard something that made him Reinforce his body and plow through the forest at an even greater pace.

"Ahhhh! Someone help!" The shout had come from somewhere in front of him. It didn't need to be said, but when someone – anyone really – called for help when he was near, he would always go to them.

Finally he cleared the strange forest. He looked forward, towards the city that were consisted of stone buildings and stone pavements, and saw smoke rising from the center of the small town. He didn't think, he only acted, and soon, he was running at full speed, his Reinforced legs getting harder and pushing him faster and faster as he rushed towards center of the smoke.

He brushed past the people running past him, and didn't stop as some of them warned him he was going in the wrong direction. And though he was running at an obscene rate, faster than a gazelle running from a cheetah, he could still hear bits and pieces of why the people were running.

"He's a monster!" "He knocked out the royal police! What kind of man is he?!" "My house! He destroyed my house that bastard!"

It was those words which prompted him to Reinforce not only his legs, but also his entire body. Eyes got sharper, allowing him to see further and cleared, ears became better, allowing him to hear better than before. His body, or better to say his muscles, got harder, allowing him to move better as well as take hits better. These feats were all possible because Reinforcing things didn't just make things harder. It made things better with magic. Swords grew sharper as well as harder; computers got faster, light bulbs brighter. These were some of the things you could do with Reinforcement. It didn't need to be said, but he could also Reinforce his Projections. But that came later.

He skidded to a halt as he saw the catastrophe in front of him. Bodies of people, of knights now that he got a good look at them, were strewn about haphazardly. Most were on the stone floor, but some were leaning on walls, and the most unfortunate ones had been thrown through the stone walls of the houses, their backsides sticking out in precarious positions. Some were even head deep like an ostrich in those old Saturday morning cartoons he occasionally saw with Taiga.

He went over to the nearest one, letting the machete still in his hand dissipate, absently noting that he had to consciously let it dissolve, instead of letting it dissolve naturally like he was used to. It wasn't like it was draining him but still, it was a tidbit of information for later. He noted that the knight he was leaning over was still alive, just unconscious. He frowned, though he was unconscious, the dents in the man's armor made him wince slightly. They were deep, which only meant that whoever had done this to the numerous knights that were unconscious, they were powerful. One just didn't hit a knight's armor and dent it like that.

He didn't count how many knights were knocked unconscious, there were too many to count anyway. And instead, he chose to continue forward, his steps silent as he tried to find whoever had done this much damage. He passed a flaming cart of flowers that he was sure was the cause of the smoke cloud that he had seen in the distance, before he Traced Kanshou in his right hand, and Bakuya in his left. His go-to weapons.

"Gihihihihi!" He heard an obnoxious laughter, which was followed by the sound of metal hitting metal. "Is that all you've got? I thought you were the kings police force! Shouldn't you guys be strong?"

The voice came from just behind the corner, and as he prepared to move forward, the sound of metal hitting metal resounded again and a knight flew from the corner he had been about to turn. The knight crashed on the wall close to him, and had looked up. Even through the visor, he could see the fear in the man's eyes. The man was scared, so scared that when he passed out, the man uttered one word that was as damning as it was obvious.

"M-M-Monster…"

Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself to jump out of the corner and strike. But before he could, the sound of fighting suddenly stopped and the monster's voice suddenly sounded again. "So, this is the lacrima. Geez, Mystogun didn't say anything about it being this big. How am I supposed to do this again?"

Carefully, he stepped forward and peeked through the corner. He saw the man's back, he was rather tall with a mane of black hair on his head that reached his back. He was slightly tanned, and the man's clothes could only be described as drab, a grey sleeveless shirt with white pants and black steel-toed shoes.

But though the man certainly stood out, what caught his attention was the giant glowing crystal he was standing on. It looked expensive, valuable, and even beautiful. He sniffed, and found that he could smell trace amounts of prana in it. It was rather odorless, but he could faintly place the smell as strawberries for some reason.

"Oh yeah!" The man moved, presumably to smack his fist into his hand as if he suddenly had an idea. "He told me to smash it with my magic!" The man stepped back, and prepared himself.

He didn't allow him to continue. That crystal looked valuable, and if he ventured a guess, that crystal may be the lifeline of the entire town. Cutting off pieces of it to sell. If not, maybe it was the town's landmark, it was what made the town. Either way, he couldn't let the man just smash it to pieces.

He jumped out of the corner he was hiding in and threw Kanshou and Bakuya in an arc. The twin swords flew through the air, sailing in opposite directions before they started arcing towards each other, their innate magnetism to each other forcing them to never be apart.

The swords arced, and it's zenith just so happened to be the man that was preparing to smash the obviously valuable crystal of the town they were in.

The swords hit home, but he didn't smile, he didn't smirk. He only Traced another pair of the black and white swords in his hand. Normally, this wouldn't be needed, as a direct hit like that would result in either too much injury, or would outright kill his target.

But the man had just stood there, in his previous position of holding his arm back and preparing to smash the crystal to pieces, and took his two swords directly without flinching. The only indication that they had hit at all was the fact that there was a distinct sound of metal hitting metal, before the thrown Kanshou and Bakuya fell on the ground, their blades crossing as they did so.

"Damn, I thought I got rid of every one of you." The man muttered before he turned around. He narrowed his eyes as he took on the full features of the man in front of him.

The bridge of the man's nose was pierced, as well as the top of his two eyebrows, the man's onyx eyes seemed more annoyed than calculating, and the man had a deep frown on his face as he stared at him.

"Damn, no armor this time? And the same swords? Not to mention your strange sense of style. Am I against the knight's jester or something?" The man sounded more exasperated than cautious. But he wasn't offended, that only meant he would make a mistake.

"Oh well, better knock you out like your adoring fans." To his surprise, the man threw his hand forward, which then turned into an iron pillar that came at him at surprising speed.

He dropped both Kanshou and Bakuya to his sides, and as the pillar was about to hit him, his hands flew forward, deflecting the pillar just to the side of his head. He felt it brush against his hair, but didn't pay it much attention as he flew forward.

His opponent seemed surprised at his speed, and had began to retract his pillar/hand. But he had been a second too late as he was now upon him. But instead of using either Kanshou or Bakuya, he dropped both and Traced another weapon all together.

The steel xiphos appeared in his hands, and he reinforced it to the point of breaking it. It wasn't a Noble Phantasm, but it was a mystic code. Its job wasn't to cut, but it was to smash. Whoever had designed the thing may have been loony, as they didn't' think of using a hammer to smash instead of a sword.

That being said however, it did its job well. The memories he had from the sword told him that it once smashed through three anvils and smashed them in half.

And that was before it was Reinforced with his Prana.

The blunt side of the sword met the man's chest, and the sound of metal hitting metal sounded again. He was confused at that, but didn't give it much thought as he pushed forward, letting his momentum smash with the xiphos, which translated into letting the xiphos smash against his opponent.

The attack sent the man flying, the man's pillar/hand now back to normal. The man flew just above the ground, before he collided with a stone house. But that didn't stop him, through the house he went, and then through another, before he finally stopped inside a third house a ways away from his original standing position.

He let the nameless xiphos dissipate, but he didn't let his guard down. It usually wasn't always this easy.

"Gihihihi!" See what he meant? "You're real interesting! For a clown, you sure do hit hard!" He narrowed his reinforced eyes as he stared at the man walking through the rubble of the downed houses he went through. The man was rolling his shoulders, and though he was just sent through two and a half houses, he looked better than ever. It wasn't until he looked up, to the man's mouth, did he notice he was chewing something. And it wasn't until he glanced at the man's hand, did he notice that he was eating a sword of all things.

"I hope you got more where that came from clown, cause this time, I ain't holding back! Remember the name Gajeel! Cause I'm gonna be your maker!"

With those words, his opponent charged.

A Magi's Tale

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Yeah yeah yeah. It's Tail, and not Tale. But Shirou will not have a tail okay? This will be his tale.

I've started re-watching Fairy Tail, and this was the result of that endeavor. Oh well, I like writing. Sue me.

I'm not abandoning anything, in fact, the latest chapter of Mechanized Magus should be up, and the next chapter of Zero night is about 65% complete. But still, this wouldn't be silenced. This had to be written!

If you guys noticed, Shirou isn't in Earthland, he's in Edolas. But that's for right now. He'll go to Earthland, but right now, I have him and the entire Fairy Tail cast in Edolas, simply because I don't see Edolas used too much, and it seems like a good place to start the story, unique, and absolutely easy to write.

Again, this is the prologue. I usually do this to get hype for the story. And hopefully, that did the trick. Either way, Review and tell me what you guys think.

C.O.Y.L out, peace!