~ Narrator's POV ~

Things were certainly interesting in the Fairy Tail guild a few days later. The mages had just repainted the walls a new shade of brown, before they came up with the idea to give concerts on a random basis. So far, two wizards have performed.

However, there was a more exciting part: New people! When Arthur set foot in Fairy Tail again after finishing his mission, he brought along two other mages with unfamiliar faces.

The new wizards addressed themselves as Francis Bonnefoy and Matthew Williams, an insuperable sibling duo. While they were similar in appearance, they seemed like salt and sugar when it came to personality. 

After the two were done sightseeing and getting their guild marks, Francis immediately broke into conversation with a large group of mages to tell - and exaggerate - the story of how Arthur crashed into his window a couple nights ago.

Unfortunately, Arthur - being the sensitive person he was - overheard everything. In a flash, a red mark appeared on Francis' right cheek to match the one on his left. Seconds later, he was sprawled on the floor.

The celestial mage groaned as he caressed his face. "That hurt, Arthur. You could have at least given me a warning."

"Now, why would I do that?" retorted the wizard with thick eyebrows. "Don't be a brainless twat and think about it for once."

"Here," A brown-haired mage held out his hand with a kind smile, pulling Francis up. "My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. I go on missions with my friend Gilbert, but do you want to join our team too?"

"Of course!"

"Great!" Antonio's green eyes shone. He looked over at an albino, who was chugging a glass of beer. "Hey, Gilbert! Francis joined our team. Since there's three of us, how about we call ourselves the Bad Touch-"

He paused because Gilbert didn't hear him. Instead, the beer-loving mage had his attention on a certain someone in the back.

Matthew timidly shuffled his feet as he looked at the job sheets, reading them with his hands in his pockets. He sighed softly, for he hated the noisy hubbub everybody was making. 

He was secretly spying on an iron dragon slayer named Alfred, who was discussing which hamburger toppings tasted the best with Tony, his exceed. Tony wore an alien suit and red goggles.

A soft paw tapped his arm, and the blonde mage looked down to see his own companion staring back at him. 

"What's up, Kumawhatsit?" Matthew asked.

The little bear's wide, starry eyes shone before he whispered, "Who are you?"

Oh god, not this again. This has got to be the millionth time he asks that question. "I'm Matthew," he replied.

~ Gilbert's POV ~

I poured myself another jar of beer before chugging it down in three seconds. Gilbird, my exceed, sat down beside me to watch, but then he got bored so he flew on my head and fell asleep.

Now normally at times like this, I would be bored since Ludwig, my brother and drinking buddy, was out on an S-Class quest. He wouldn't be back for a couple days.

Except today, we got new members! Usually the best part of meeting new people is trying to guess their magic, and the variety among wizards is endless! For example, Francis was the first celestial mage to set foot on Fairy Tail ground.

Matthew, meanwhile, uses snow magic. It's pretty much what it sounds like - making blizzards, calling forth a storm, etc. 

Also, maybe he could make people's roofs collapse over their heads. That would be hilarious, and - WAIT. One idea coming up.

I walked over to Matthew and started a conversation. "Hey!"

"Hi," he said back, adjusting his glasses with a smile. "What's up?"

"Nothing much. I just want to ask you something."

Matthew's cheeks slightly reddened as he exchanged glances between the ground and me. He was probably not used to talking to people a lot. 

I continued. "Your magic is really cool ... uh, no pun intended."

"Thanks." He blushed again. 

"Okay, now story time! There's this really horrible guild named Sabertooth, and they're really, really bad. I've been there myself, and trust me: Every day the mages capture poor little children for breakfast. After that, they force each other to wear pink, fluffy dresses while having tea parties."

" ... uh-huh." Matthew rolled his eyes. "And let me guess, they also terrorize the elderly using sparkly purple ribbons, right?"

"PRECISELY CORRECT, SIR!" I declared loudly. I clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Because you're capable of snow magic, next time we meet those deadly foes ..."

"..." He gestured for me to go on.

"Matthew, I want you to make their roof collapse! Isn't that awesome?" I asked. "It'll be hilarious!"

"No."

"Huh?"

"I said, no," Matthew said plaintively, crossing his arms. "The story you told is clearly fake. I'm sure there's some nice people in Sabertooth too. Besides, if they really acted the way you described them, how would they still be a legal guild?"

"Um ... well, uh ..."

"Exactly." He turned around and started walking away.

"Hey, wait!" I cried. "Would you like to have a drinking contest with me? I've got twenty barrels waiting at that table!"

"Nah, it's okay. I'll just watch," he replied. "I'm not much of an alcoholic."

"Awesome." We sat down.

Honestly, though, twenty barrels aren't that much at all. In fact, they were all the way on the short side because I once drank forty in a row and didn't end up collapsing.

Suddenly a tense feeling wavered in the air. Wizards fell silent as they spread murmured whispers through each others' ears. I stopped drinking to see what was up.

A large dragon tooth sat at the entrance hall. By itself, it made a terrifying appearance but the that made me the most excited was it's owner, and it hit me like there was no tomorrow.

"LUDWIG!" I screamed, and tackled the tall man. "Yay, you're back! You're finally back although it's only been three days. Say, how did you complete your mission that quickly? I heard it was hard even though you're an S-Class wizard. But it's pretty awesome you completed it. Hey, what's that over-"

"BE QUIET," he snapped. 

I shrugged. "Fine, I'm done being excited." I looked over at Feliciano, who was slurping what had to be the two-hundred-and-thirty-fifth plate of pasta he created today. "Hey, Feli, can you make me some beer?"

"Okay, coming right up," the small brunette chirped. "Solid Script: Beer! Here you go!"

"Thanks!" 

Wait, why was this beer warmer than a stove? A feverishly hot feeling settled across my skin. All around me, other mages were fanning themselves to keep from sweating.

A new voice entered the hubbub. "Honestly, guys. I leave you along for two days and the guild already looks like a pigsty!"

The man back-flipped through the air so he was standing on the ledge above the fireplace, running a hand through his hair. It was held back in a ponytail, but didn't stick to his forehead like the rest of us since he was controlling the flame in his hand. 

"During the meeting," Master Wang grumbled. "I've been confronted with many issues like how a restaurant got destroyed, food got stolen, a building collapsed, all thanks to you guys. I'm surprised the Magic Council hasn't killed me yet."

"Wait," cried a large young man in a thick tan coat. He had also went to the meeting.

"What is it, Ivan?"

"It's not right to put all the blame on the young mages. After all, they got their jobs done and will make up to their mistakes just like we have." At this, he turned to us with a calm, commanding smile. "Right?"

Answers of "Y-Yeah!" and " ... um, of course!" filled the air.

"Great!" One thing I should be thankful for was that Master Yao Wang's temper tantrums were always short and forgiving afterwards. The brown-eyed man hopped off the fireplace to greet Francis and Matthew. "Hi. Are you two new?"

"Yep, we just arrived today," Francis answered. "It was all thanks to- OW!"

The wooden block which hit his head landed on the floor with a loud crunch. Francis didn't get to complain because more wood tiles fell from the roof. Wizards scrambled like mice to avoid being squashed.

However, the most terrifying thing came ten seconds afterward. A loud roar thundered across the room, followed by the entire guild being blown into pieces.

Standing above us was a creature so large I could barely see the sky. Nostrils flaring, it spit out a vast field of flames, not giving a crap when we began coughing smoke.

"Everybody, prepare yourselves for battle!" Ludwig ordered. "We have a dragon to face."