Capítulo 1: He's Wearing A Dress
Normal pov
"Do those brats ever stop fighting? Master Makarov said as he sighed when he saw the guild fighting.Makarov sighed as he watched his children wreck havoc in his beloved guild. 'BAM' A table flew over and crashed into the bar. Lifting his jug of beer, he swallowed and burped giddily. 'Oh my god... why is there nothing else to do but drink and drink now?'He scowled. Mira looked up from fawning over Romeo and Wendy, to see Makarov rub his temples, obviously stressed about something.
She approached him, concerned. "Master, are you alright? You seem tired." She asked, handing him another beer. He nodded weakly, accepting the jug and gulping it down speedily. Mira giggled, gently taking off the bottle he suddenly had. "I think that's enough beer for this hour, Master." She said firmly, placing it on the highest shelf on the counter.
"Aw, but Miiirrraaa, I want ma beeer~" He sang, holding his hands out, trying to reach desperately to the beer. Shaking her head, she hit his hand. "No, Master. Enough is enough. Now BEHAVE." She flashed an evil grin. Gulping, Makarov sat down. 'I think I want to live for another day...'
All of a sudden, the shouting and smashing of furniture, beer bottles and insults suddenly ceased around Mira and Makarov. They both looked up shocked; Fairy Tail had actually shut up for more than five seconds! Makarov looked at his children, concerned. They were standing in a large circle around something -'Or somone' , his mind thought up - and was all tense and alert.
Standing up, Makarov tottered over to them, to see what all the fuss was about. Going into Titan form, he peered from Elfman's shoulder. His eyes widened at who was standing in the middle of a bunch of curious teenagers. "I thought I'd never see you again!" He exclaimed happily, shrinking back down.
In the middle of Fairy Tail, was a strange, old man with a long, white beard. He wore strange midnight blue robes, with a faded red jacket resting on his shoulders. His inquisitive blue eyes twinkled behind his glasses, peering around curiously. In his pocket, there was an odd stick-like object sticking out, making the mages cautious of what this old man could do.
"Oi, Gramps. Who the hell is this? How do you know him?" An indignant voice shouted behind the newcomer. Makarov rolled his eyes, and shook Albus Dumbledore's hand, completely ignoring the surprised teenagers. "Hey, Gramps, I asked you a question. Who is this old coot-"Natsu was cut off when Lucy 'Lucy kicked' him to make him shut up."Good.", Makarov said said sternly, before looking back to the other members sternly.
"Don't worry, I will explain later after I catch up with Dumbledore" Turning back to Dumbledore, he grinned a mischievous grin. "I never knew I would see you again, when you suddenly upped and left!" He exclaimed, jumping like a child.
Suddenly, Dumbledore became very serious.
"Makarov, i need your help.As you know, I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts. I need you help. The dark lord is still alive and he is seeking for Harry Potter. So now i would like to request for your help to protect Hogwarts."He said.
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Ellie_nor
Ellie_nor Hiyo, I thought that this should be the prologue of what is going to happen. This was my first book I wrote and I edited some passages after much thought. After seeing my old story I realised how funny some of teh sentaces were. Haha
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