Chapter 1: The End/Beginning (Who Could Tell Which is Which?)

I wasn't born a hero.

I didn't live as a hero.

But I died as one.

Great, right?

Wrong!

Because if I didn't die, then I wouldn't have been reborn in this wonderful yet shitty universe.

I was just a normal college man who's an anime enthusiast (otaku is a strong word for me) and living a pretty normal life. I have friends, family, enemies, acquaintances, a pet tarantula (getting my friend to meet my pet is always hilarious).

My last day started with my friends and me going to a movie shoot just a block away from my university. They were going to shoot a car chasing scene, and the road was blocked for the occasion. We were pretty excited about watching a scene of soon-sequel of our favorite movie. You probably guess by now, but a kid had to be stupid enough to run in the middle of the road just as the car was closing in.

My morale was also stupid enough to run in and push the kid away then BAM! My life ended just like that.

What a cliche way to go.

Things would have been easy if my life ended and was judged to go either up heaven or down hell and spend the rest of eternity in bliss or suffering. Then, however, I began to remember everything about my past life. It happened around when I was two and a half years old. My brain must have developed enough to ever so slowly accessed my memories. I'm glad I didn't need to be surprised from coming out a mother's womb and suffer the memories of being a baby since I certainly do not want to remember what sucking a nipple feels like. Which is why I wasn't so in shock that I was living a second life since I had two years to sink in my surrounding and the people I deemed as family.

It started ous as deja vus and dreams of fantastic yet nostalgic urban sceneries. Knowing words and subjects I never heard of then I began to remember experience one by one like my birthday, playing at the amusement park, my first kiss, my sister's marriage, it was a lot to take in knowing I reincarnated but seeing as I am an anime lover, I decided to enjoy this strange phenomenon.

When my two-year-old and past self slowly but gradually merged, I notice this few facts.

First of all, my family is hella rich.

I barely have memories of leaving my room but one look around the house that has a blinding crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling, vases and statues with high art value, different maids tending me every day, and the large oil painting of my family decorating my room.

The sad thing was, my mother seemed to have died when I was born, so the only time I got to meet her face was through the painting. She has a short brunette hair, fair white skin, and angular face and a hawk nose. I have my mother's green eyes, and I could already tell I'm going to have my father's curly blond hair. I just hope I don't need to straighten it and have curl ends like him. It'd be a bitch to handle.

If I have to describe how my father treats me is that he spoiled me rotten enough that it was revolting. I'm not trying to be rude, but my father isn't the most handsome... okay let's just say he's an obese ugly man. It was uncomfortable being near a man who keeps sweating and likes to hug me (the smell I tell you...oh the smell) for every occasion such as my first word, first step, or even my first clap he would gather his associate, and they would leave mountains of presents for every party my father made.

Oh, and did I mention I have a brother? It's creepy that he not only looks but acts really similar to dad, which mean I have two family members smothering me most of the time.

So those two are idiots, but they're my lovable idiots.

Okay, enough about my family. After reaching four years old and I began to learn reading and simple arithmetic. I thought it wouldn't be weird if I ask where I was because never leaving the mansion's ground doesn't help where I am. Although I suspect from their attire, maybe I'm somewhere in Europe.

"Where we are? Why we are in Margarett Town."

Margarett, that doesn't sound European but still no clue where I am.

"Where is Margarett Town?" I asked in my childish tone.

The tutor, Mr. Fresbie, chuckled at my curiosity and smiled warmly, he took out one of the books from the bookshelves and lay it open for me to see.

There he showed me a map of Ishgar as he explained while pointing out where we are. "Here young master is the Kingdom of Fiore and around the south of the continent is where Margarett Town lies."

The first thing that came up in my mind was to laugh. Because there's no way I could believe I had been reincarnated in a FREAKING FICTIONAL STORY! My silence might have meant I was processing his explanation, but far from it, I was thinking of how to explain this coincidence and not confirming my worst conclusion.

"Mr. Fresbie, what year are we in?"

"It's the year X769 Young Master Roy, is there a reason for your question?"

Not 2016 or even remotely close, but X769... there's an X attached and the year barely reach a thousand.

Now that I think about it, isn't the name Jurenelle familiar? Though I still don't remember where I heard it.

Putting that aside though, there's almost no doubt. I've been reborn to the Fairy Tail universe. So according to canon, there'll be war with the most powerful Dark Mage and Dragon in about 20 years later. Why can't the show just stay happy go lucky for me to enjoy? You just have to make war, don't you Mashima?