Description
A person's history can be a source of many things; turmoil, regret, sorrow, longing, strength, pride, love, joy, and far more. For some, the past is all that defines them, sometimes for better, but often for worse. Instead of moving forward, they live as the person they once were, rather than the person they could become. Every member of Fairy Tail has a story, and a reason they cannot seem to fit anywhere else. Though on their own, each may only be a fragment of a greater picture, together they are more than just guildmates. If there were ever a group of mages to accept another case of someone without a place to belong, it would be them. Time and time again, that very scenario has played out, and one by one, each has felt their heart and soul attach to the group of wizards in a bond unbroken by the everlasting road of time and rise of dissent. But in a place filled with such vibrant emotions and such overwhelming passion, is it truly possible to find a place in the puzzle for a piece that seems to exist only in black and white? --- This is a rewrite of an earlier fiction titled 'Colors of Our Souls.' I do not own Fairy Tail nor any of its characters. Explicit content may be present.
PROLOGUE
