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The sun had set on the Clover Kingdom, but Lunaria's journey was far from over. The weight of the curse upon her heart, the curse she had willingly accepted after using her Fairy Law spell, grew heavier each day. She knew her time was running out in this world, but before she faded into the legend, there was one last task she had to complete—passing on the guild she had founded, Fairy Tail.

Sitting at the guild hall, Lunaria felt the familiar warmth of her guildmates around her, their laughter and camaraderie filling the air. But something had changed. She could feel it. The weight of the curse that bound her immortality was ever-present, and it had become clear that her time in the world of the living was limited.

Her eyes swept over the guild members she had fought beside, the ones who had once relied on her strength and guidance. They had come to trust her, and now it was time to entrust them with the future.

"I've made my decision," Lunaria said, her voice soft but filled with authority. "The next guild master will be..."

She paused, her gaze resting on Lira, the young mage who had shown immense promise. Lira was eager, powerful, and had an unbreakable spirit—a fitting successor. Lunaria had seen her rise from an uncertain apprentice to one of the guild's strongest mages, and now, the torch had to be passed.

"Lira," Lunaria finally spoke, the name carrying a weight of finality.

The guildmates exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement while others looked hesitant. Lira stepped forward, her expression one of quiet determination.

"I will carry your legacy with honor, Lunaria," Lira said, her voice strong yet laced with respect. "I won't let you down."

Lunaria's heart swelled with pride. "I know you won't. Remember, Fairy Tail is not just a guild; it's a family. A family that supports one another, no matter the odds. Keep that in your heart."

With the choice made, Lunaria stood from her seat, her body moving with a weight she could no longer ignore. The curse was dragging her further into isolation, and while she had made her mark on this world, it was time for someone else to take the reins.

As she walked out of the guild, she felt a bittersweet sense of finality. The echoes of the laughter inside the hall, the sounds of the people she had come to care for so deeply, faded into the distance. She was leaving the kingdom, leaving Fairy Tail, but she wasn't abandoning them. She was letting them grow, as she had once grown under the weight of her own struggles.

Years passed, and Lunaria's legend lived on in whispered tales. She was remembered as the first guild master of Fairy Tail, a woman of incredible power and compassion who had sacrificed everything for the sake of those she loved. But as the years went by, the story of Lunaria faded into the realm of myth and legend, a tale told around campfires or in quiet corners of the kingdom.

Without Lunaria's guiding presence, Fairy Tail flourished under Lira's leadership. The guild became a symbol of hope, a beacon for those in need of refuge. New mages joined, drawn by the legacy Lunaria had left behind. The bonds Lunaria had forged remained, not just in the guild but in the hearts of the people of the Clover Kingdom.

Despite the guild's growth and strength, the whispers of Lunaria never stopped. She was a name that was spoken with reverence, and her deeds were recounted in stories. It was said that even after her departure, the stars would flicker in the night sky, reminding those who looked up of her strength and the light she had left behind.

Lunaria, however, had not returned to the kingdom. She wandered the world, a mysterious figure shrouded in legend. Those who had once known her, like the mages who had been part of Fairy Tail in its early days, would sometimes hear stories from travelers or old hermits who claimed to have seen her. But Lunaria remained a figure that belonged to the past, a living myth—never seen, never confirmed.

The people of the Clover Kingdom, and the world, spoke of her with awe and wonder. She was the woman who had changed everything, who had built a guild from the ground up and fought countless battles to protect those she cared for. She was a hero, but she was also something more—an eternal symbol of sacrifice and resilience.

But Lunaria's influence was not felt through royal titles or political power. She did not need to be the Wizard King to be remembered. Her name was woven into the fabric of the kingdom's history, a legacy that transcended any title.

As time passed, Fairy Tail continued to grow under Lira's leadership, and Asta—now a determined mage with a burning desire to protect his friends—emerged as a symbol of hope for the next generation. However, unlike the stories of Lunaria's time, Asta's rise was not one of immediate fame or grandeur. He became known not as the Wizard King, but as a tireless protector of his guild and his friends.

Asta's admiration for Lunaria was no secret. He had heard stories from the older mages who had witnessed her rise, and he found inspiration in the strength she had shown. Lunaria, the first master of Fairy Tail, was a legend Asta looked up to—not because of any title she had held, but because of the way she had touched lives and built a family from the ground up.

"She didn't need a crown or a title to change the world," Asta often told himself. "She just needed to believe in the people she cared about."

It was a lesson Asta carried with him throughout his own journey—one that he passed down to those who came after him. His adventures, his struggles, and his victories were all shaped by the ideals Lunaria had championed: that true strength was not measured by titles or fame, but by the bonds we forged with others.

In the end, Lunaria's legacy was not bound to the kingdom or to a single moment in time. It was alive in every corner of the Clover Kingdom, in every guild member who had passed through Fairy Tail, and in every heart that remembered the quiet strength of the first guild master.

Though Lunaria herself had moved on, her impact remained eternal.

Her legend lived on in the people who continued to believe in family, in magic, and in the strength that could be found in the bonds we shared.