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"Wow!" was all Oberon could say.
Standing outside the massive two-story guild hall, stars in his eyes and mouth agape.
While Makarov was on the floor beneath the young man with blue hair, who was currently unconscious.
The man was thrown against the massive double doors hard enough to open them and send him rocketing into Makarov, leaving Oberon with a view of the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.
There was a massive open room filled with tables and benches. He could barely see a large bar with the Fairy Tail emblem hanging proudly above it.
There was a woman at the bar pleading to a red-haired man who was more concerned with his drink that the chaos happening behind him.
Behind him, in the middle of the room, there were tables and benches being thrown and shattered.
There was a man transformed into a tiger fighting a man with two orange fireballs floating beside him.
Toward the back of the room was a young man, no older than twenty, who was casually brawling with a larger man. Then he takes a deep drag of his cigarette and exhales through his nose.
Oberon's eyes widen even more as the smoke becomes larger clouds and forms a few Smoke Clones of the man in all the chaos.
Taking a few steps forward, he has a wide grin on his face as he stands on the edge of the doorway.
He suddenly hears music, and following his ears, he then sees a man playing a drum that's glowing.
The sound of an entire band playing different instruments echoes out from his one drum as colorful magical music notes float through the air.
As the music barely gets started, a stream of water suddenly hit the man, released from the palms of another man across the guildhall.
Oberon sees a blue Magic Circle releasing the water and focuses on it, for the first time seeing a Magic Circle that wasn't his or his dads.
Just like his dad, it appeared like a ring of runes, matching the color of the Magic it releases.
The Music Magic user rolls across the floor as his drum disappears in a flash of dull green light.
The man rolls to his feet and forms a Magic Circle in front of him, then a green guitar appears in his hands.
With one hard strum of the strings, a wave of sound echoes across the guildhall, stopping all the fighting as everyone glares at him.
The man's expression changes from joy as he sees everyone covering their ears, too scared as they all turn to look at him with Magic at the ready.
"Uh, wait!" the man raises his hands in surrender before he gets dog piled and beaten up.
Then the chaos only grows.
During the chaos, Oberon sees a man walking around with a canvas, and with a few strokes he paints a fully functioning cannon.
Oberon quirks a brow, only to see it fire a cannonball from the canvas that materializes and soars through the air.
With another puff of his cigarette, the Smoke Magic user makes a large hand that catches the cannonball and tosses it back at the man.
In the time it takes to hit him, the man makes another few strokes on his canvas, and to Oberon's amazement, a solid brick wall appears between the man and the cannonball.
The brick wall shatters, but stops the attack, and both Pict Magic creations disappear in a shimmer of blue Magic.
"Enough!" Makarov's voice silences the entire guildhall and causes everyone to freeze.
Hearing the voice sounding much louder than he could have imagined, and coming from high above him, Oberon looks back to see Makarov standing 5m -15ft- tall, and holding the blue-haired man that slammed into him with one hand.
"Wow," Oberon mutters as he takes a step to the side, watching Makarov enter the guild hall, seeing some mages sweating already. "Fairy Tail's Giant... it's real."
"You brats!" Makarov yells. "The Fantasia Parade is tomorrow and you idiots are fighting! You're supposed to be rehearsing like your life depends on it!"
"Sorry master!" most of them yell in response.
"Get to work! Now!" They all begin scrambling about as Makarov tosses the unconscious man over to a group, which easily catches him. "Damn brats, making us look bad in front of our new member..."
Oberon keeps his eyes on Makarov and is even more amazed as this time he sees the man shrink back to his regular height of 112cm -3ft8-.
"Sorry about that, child. My children tend to get a bit rowdy when I'm not here. Follow me," Makarov says as he walks through the guild.
Around the hall Oberon sees a few people using Magic to repair the damage they'd done moments ago as well as make sure everyone is alright.
Suddenly, they were all acting as if nothing at all happened.
Oberon sees a man using Wood Make Magic, creating a Magic Circle on the floor, which then causes the wooden floor to grow into new furniture.
The Water Magic user waves his hand and collects his water, holding it in a sphere for the Fire Magic user to evaporate.
More Magic than he'd ever seen before, and thrown around so casually.
"Let's go get you officially signed up, child," Makarov says as he leads Oberon into the guild.
"How many Wizards are in this guild?" Oberon asks as he walks behind the man, still looking around at all the Magic being used.
"Right now, you'll be number 62," Makarov says. "We aren't exactly that popular, nor are we concerned with that. Fairy Tail is where mages who follow their heart to lead them down the path of Magic gather."
"Uh-huh."
As they walk through the hall, Makarov stops at the bar, looking up at the red-haired man who was still sitting there and enjoying his beer, much to the annoyance of the barmaid.
"You know you could have stopped the fighting," Makarov says.
"I was asking him, but he's too busy being a drunk," the bartender says in a huff.
"Hey now, no need to be mean," the man says before turning to Makarov.
Oberon could now see his red hair and scruffy matching beard. He was only 30, and didn't look like much, but Oberon knows better than to judge a Wizard by their appearance.
Especially considering he'd already met Makarov.
The man shrugs and takes another sip of his drink. "The kids have a little brawl, that's the usual, and if that kid is joining then the first impression might as well be an honest one," he gestures to Oberon.
Makarov sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Honestly, it's probably for the best you didn't get involved, them brawling I can handle, but you accidentally using your Magic in here is another story entirely. Just finish your drink and meet us in my office."
"Sure thing, Master..." he says as Makarov is already walking away.
He watches Makarov and the newcomer ascend the stairs toward the back of the room and enter the Master's Office, then his eyes trail the banister on the second floor, seeing some water marks up there from the fighting.
"Honestly, you guys should be able to control your Magic by now," he mutters and turns back to the bar.
"You're one to talk," the bartender rolls her eyes, using Telekinesis Magic to clean a few dishes simultaneously. "Thirty years old and still destroy everything you bump into."
"Hey it's not my fault. That's just how my Magic works," he shrugs.
"Excuses excuses. Shouldn't you be following the master to his office by now?"
In one go, he finishes his mug of beer and slides it over to her. "You can add it to my tab."
"I know the routine, Gildarts," the woman says while she cleans the mug as he walks away.
While that was happening, Oberon followed Makarov into his office, which appeared surprisingly formal, considering the grand welcome they received.
There were bookshelves consuming the walls on either side, a large and well-made wooden desk at the end of the room with three windows behind it.
Through the windows was a view of the massive lake behind the guild hall, stretching further than the eye could see.
There were also two couches facing each other, with a coffee table between them.
"Sorry about that mess of a welcome," Makarov says as he walks over to one of the couches, patting the spot beside him.
"They had a lot of different Magic," Oberon says as he takes a seat beside Makarov. "Does everyone here have Magic?"
"Most," Makarov says. "That cute bargirl I hired didn't have at first, but I taught her some basic Telekinesis to make her job easier. We have another one, but she's part of the 90% of people that aren't capable of Magic. She mostly works the afternoons behind the bar."
"So you don't need Magic to join a Magic Guild?"
"No, there are roles aside from being a Wizard after all, just like any business. That is what guilds technically are, just a place for like-minded people to find work. But here at Fairy Tail we aspire to be a place where people with no one to turn to can find hope and family."
"And learn Magic," Oberon says.
"Well, occasionally I teach some Magic, but it's not really an advertised service."
"Ok, but can you te—"
There is a gentle knock on the door before it's slowly pushed open.
"Hey Master, you wanted me here?" Gildarts asks as he enters.
"Gildarts, this is Oberon, our newest member... or at least a soon-to-be member."
"Welcome to the family, kid," Gildarts says as he stumbles over to the couch opposite them. As he sits down, Oberon can see his clothes look a bit worn out and discolored, and he had a bandage just barely visible through the neckline of his shirt.
"Nice to meet you," Oberon says.
"Don't mind Gildarts being like this, he got back from a job just this morning and probably hasn't stopped drinking since," Makarov says. "He's actually our strongest Mage, the Ace of Fairy Tail."
Oberon looks genuinely surprised at that, giving the man a second look. "Really? Him?"
"Hey!" Gildarts looks insulted. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you just look...you know," Oberon gestures to all of him.
Makarov immediately begins laughing, "couldn't have said it better myself, but appearances can be deceiving!"
"Did I get called in here just so you two can make fun of me?"
"No no, nothing that trivial," Makarov says as he opens his hand, palm facing up. In his hand, a small golden Magic Circle forms with the Fairy Tail emblem in the middle. It then rises quickly, and a stamp appears in his hand.
Gildarts leans back and notices Oberon's eyes go wide at the use of such relatively trivial Magic, but says nothing.
"Now, where would you like your Guild Mark, Oberon, and what color?"
"Already?" Oberon asks. "Don't you want to know my Magic first?"
"Actually, it's more important that we do this first. If your Magic is half as special as I believe, then this way, the Magic Council will at least hesitate to take you away and make you into some kind of child soldier, because they know I will never allow them to harm my precious children."
"Oh, ok," Oberon looks down at the stamp. "What does it do?"
"Well, it connects you to the other guild members in spirit... mostly. It also identifies you to the clients you'll be working for and allows you to accept jobs."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not at all."
"Where should I put it?"
"Somewhere easily visible," Gildarts says. "Mine is right here," he lifts his shirt to show the guild emblem on his right pectoral in simple black. "It lets me show it off if needed, but also lets me hide it since I really don't like people always bothering me when I'm out."
"Mine is in the middle of my chest," Makarov says. "Not really by choice. The 1st Master put it there after she named me as a baby."
"Hmm," Oberon thinks about it for a moment. "Well, being famous sounds lame, but taking off my shirt all the time sounds annoying. I guess right here," he points to the inside of his right forearm.
"Alright, what color?"
"Uh...black?"
With no hesitation, Makarov gently presses the stamp onto his skin, leaving the Fairy Tail emblem behind.
"Well my boy, welcome to Fairy Tail..."
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