Apparently this is the prologue 

A cough disturbs the silence and Gray Fullbuster struggles to his feet. He immediately retracts his hand from the stone wall. He tugs at the sleeves of his shirt. He carefully manoeuvres around the cardboard boxes and garbage bins till he reaches the frozen stone illuminated by street lights. He's thrown weird and worried looks as he walks through the streets. A man with silver-blue hair that juts upwards in spikes apart from a few strands that partially cover his upper left part of his face. He looks worriedly at Gray with his black eyes. Gray rubs his hands together as he stares at the young boy.

"I'm Lyon. Are you alright?" he asks gently.

Gray stares at him. "Yeah, I'm fine. The cold doesn't bother me," he shivers.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"You look like you need shelter. You can come to Lamia Scale for the night," he offers and points behind him.

"What's Lamia Scale?" Gray asks cluelessly.

Lyon looks dejected. "It's a magic guild," he finally responds.

"What's a guild?" Lyon's mouth moves but nothing comes out of it. It's like he's choking. "Whatever. I'll take your offer. I'm exhausted."

Lyon finally finds the control switch. "Sure, follow me." He spins around and begins walking towards a large building coloured a murky green and a white. A large dark banner adorns a green silhouette of a bikini-clad young woman with a large serpentine tail in place of her legs. There's also a statue representing a lamia and a lamia sitting on a rocky formation near its entrance.

Gray follows Lyon inside the warm building and to a table. He slides in and his cheek meets the table surface. His eyes close in a heartbeat as does the world around him.

When Gray leaves his unconscious state the following day, it's because of the loud chatter surrounding him. He sits upright and the consequences of sleeping how he did present themselves. His back and neck immediately crack, releasing the tension. He looks around at the green stone room. An old lady is spinning a swirl of orange around as she scolds the person.

Lyon is talking with a hot-pink haired young girl. Gray shuffles out of the bench and walks over to Lyon while massaging his neck. "Hey, Lyon?"

The aforementioned male pauses his conversation and turns to face Gray. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Uh, can you explain what's going on?" he gestures around the guild.

"Oh yeah. The old looking lady over there is our Guild Master, Ooba Babasaama and she's spinning Toby Horhorta." Lyon looks back at the young girl in front of him. "This is Sherria Blendy." She gives a small wave. "The guy with the large eyebrows is Yuka Suzuki."

Gray nods his head but his questions still remain unanswered. "What's a guild and I didn't think magic existed."

Lyon and Sherria look disturbed. "You don't think magic exists?" she asks quietly.

"Well, Mum and Dad didn't tell me anything about where I was heading," he admits.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Lyon asks.

"Well, I was forced to jump universes by my parents. They probably didn't know where they were sending me, all they wanted was to get rid of me."

The two mages stand their completely confused. "You're from a different universe?" Sherria asks in which she gets a nod in response.

"Yeah. Don't you guys jump universes as well?" Gray's confusion is etched onto his face.

"No. I didn't think that was possible," Lyon responds.

"Oh..." it dawns on him as to why he was sent here. There isn't any point dwelling on it so he pushes it to the back of his mind.

Make it sound as though Lyon is saying it and it's not just a recount or something. "Well, seeing as you don't know anything, I guess I'll have to explain it to you. So we are on Earth Land where there are a lot of different Kingdoms that occupy a piece of land. We're currently in Margaret Town in the Kingdom of Fiore. There are many different races that inhabit these lands.

"Different kinds of magic usually stem from them. for example, Dragon Slayer Magic stems from Dragons and as the name says, it's used to slay dragons. There are two different classifications for magic. Caster Magic is generated and then expelled from the caster's body. Holder Magic is magic that requires a Mage to employ an external source to be produced. The basics of Magic is that when the physical spirit and the spiritual flow of nature connect, Magic is produced. It takes a lot of concentration and mental ability to use it. it's also tied to one's life force which is why only ten percent of the world's population can use it.

"To use Magic, a Mage must use their Magic Power in their body which is comprised of Ethernano. Every Mage has a container of Ethernano in their body that determines the limits to their power. When it becomes empty, Ethernano from the atmosphere will enter the body and after some time, you should return to normal. I use Ice-Make which is a Caster Magic. It means I can create objects out of ice. Pretty cool, right?" he explains.

Gray spends a minute or so trying to process everything he just said. "Could I use Magic?" he asks hesitantly.

"You should try!" Sherria squeals.

"I don't know how to though."

"We'll show you then," Lyon says with a smile and pats Gray on the back harshly.

"OK."

Gray is immediately met with an uncomfortable face of poor weather. He looks at Lyon who seems fine, even too hot. "How aren't you cold?" Gray asks curiously.

"I trained under an Ice Mage and part of my training was getting me used to the cold. I'll train you if you can use magic," Lyon explains.

Gray clicks his tongue. He was becoming competitive. He can't let this guy be better than him. He's going to be a better Mage than him one day.

***

They reach a desolate white void some time later and Lyon instructs Gray on how to do a simple Ice-Make Spell. A simple ice-cube. He puts his right fist on his left palm and mutters the spell. Nothing happens for a while and Gray starts feeling sad but then Sherria tells him to focus. He does, mutters the spell again and a light blue mist surrounds his hands as he focuses harder than he ever did in school on creating this ice-cube in which he fails. He manages half of an ice-cube, embarrassingly.

"You're my pupil now!" Lyon cheers while pointing a finger at him.

***

Gray wonders how he ended up in this position. In the male section of a store, trying on outfits with Lyon and Sherria. Of course Gray couldn't keep borrowing Lyon's clothes forever but now he's trying on horrible outfits out of blackmail but he needs his own clothes. He walks out in a colourful flower covered t-shirt that would suit well at the beach. He has on green cargo shorts as well. Lyon is laughing his head off but Sherria is holding in her laugh.

"Can we try on clothes for real now?" Gray's voice holds a bite in it.

"Fine, fine, fine," Lyon says through struggled breaths.

"Thankyou," Gray says with relief.

Lyon fakes a cough and a smug smile falls on his face. "I know exactly what you need to wear."

Before Gray can say anything, he's ran off, Sherria on his heels. He rubs his temples. Why of all universes is it this one? He thinks harshly and fed-up with everything.

It's been two weeks since he met Lyon and he's already got the Lamia Scale guild affiliation mark on his lower right stomach in a dark blue. He's been spun twice by Babasaama and they were not pleasant experiences. He's already growing used to the cold more but at the expense of ignoring his sniffles and coughs.

Gray doesn't think Lyon is a good mentor but he's all he's got. Sherria forced him to let Gray have a break today so he can rest up (he was grateful for it until he found himself in the mall).

Lyon returns five minutes later with a pile of clothes. He throws them at Gray who tries to argue back but Lyon doesn't let him speak and pushes him into the changing room. Gray groans but changes anyways. The sword-necklace with a glistening blue gem in the handle was given to him by Lyon (he hasn't taken it off) rests over a black t-shirt. A brown belt holds navy blue pants to his waist. He also wears shin high black boots. He pulls on a white long-sleeve coat that reaches his knees. He steps out of the change-room, decently happy with the clothing. It matches his dark blue eyes and spiky black hair.

Sherria and Lyon both smile at him. "Looks great, we should get it," Lyon says.

"yeah, sure," Gray says non-chalantly. He turns around to change back into his previous clothes but Sherria stops him by the wrist.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"To change back into my other clothes."

"Why would you do that?"

"So you could pay for the clothes, obviously."

"There is a device that scans you for everything new. You don't need to change," she explains.

"That's cool."

Gray collects the clothes he arrived in and follows the two Mages to the front-counter. He gets scanned by something similar to a barcode scanner and then Lyon pays for everything. They leave the shop and head towards the food-court where they buy take-away.

As they walk down the snowy streets, they eat in silence until a question pops into Gray's head. He can't believe it took so long for the question to surface. "Do you have telephones?"

Lyon looks at him as if he's gone insane. "What's a tell-e-phon?"

"It's a telephone and it allows you to communicate with people even if you are on different sides of the world," Gray vaguely explains.

"We have communication lacrima's that let you talk to people."

Gray nods his head in understanding.

***

Gray shivers in harsh winds and snowfall as he follows Lyon's Tai-Chi movements. His feet went numb hours ago. Lyon ends the exercise soon and turns around to Gray who's arms are crossed to generate heat.

"We're going on a run now," Lyon tells him. Gray gulps down air and begins to run beside Lyon. "Head up." Gray raises his head to look directly at the snowy terrain. Lyon looks like he's at home. He doesn't look cold at all which bothers Gray as he wants to be better than Lyon. He refrains from speeding up and follows Lyon's pace. "After this run, you can try making an ice-cube again."

The last time Gray used his magic was a month ago, before he started training. He wanted to use it again but Lyon would force more training on him every time he attempted to. Knowing he could use it again fuelled him through the rest of the run.

When they finally stop running, Gray doesn't waste any time and begins the spell. He focuses hard and it pays off. His hands emit a light snow mist around them and an ice-cube the size of his fist drops from the sky. Gray smiles brightly. "Yes!" He cheers croakily.

"I guess I can start teaching you other stuff now," Lyon says, secretly proud.

"So no more standing in the snow?" Gray asks hopeful.

"Not as much." Gray frowns. "Now, I'm going to teach you Ice-Make Wall."