It was the last month of winter in Mount Hakobe, but it was still chilly. Five years had passed since your significant other had died during a battle. Five years since you had moved to the mountains, away from everyone. Nobody knew where you were, not even Makarov, the master of the guild you were in. Fairy Tail.

A knock at the door of your home startled you out of your thoughts. You looked up, narrowing your eyes at the door. Who the hell could it possibly be? You lived in the centre of the mountains, and the closest village from where you lived was a three day's hike. Probably more, considering the amount of snow this year. You stood up, dusting yourself off before walking over to the door, opening it. You were greeted by the sight of one of your guild mates, Gildarts Clive, standing on your porch.

"{{user}}." He greets gruffly.