Chapter 1: Lucy Heartfillia

In a hospital for the elderly, lay an old lady. Though, all her hair had turned gray and her once beautiful face was covered with wrinkles, she had the most peaceful look on her face. A nurse walked into the room, her eyes filled with sadness. She was smaller than most people and had bright blue hair but she was just as feisty as anyone else and protective. The old lady opened her eyes when the door opened, slowly, letting the light flood her sight. She moved her head, slightly, so as to saw the brunette, her nurse, and her dearest friend. Even though she was well aware of the situation, with a bright smile, she asked, "Ahhh, Levy-chan. What's wrong?"

The brunette nurse looked at the lady and her eyes filled with tears. She tried to speak but no words came out of her mouth. The old lady took a long sigh and looked at the book on her lap, her dearest possession. She gestured for the petite nurse to come sit near her. When she had sat down, the lady hugged her and passed her the small book. The petite girl was speechless, and at that moment her crying increased. This was goodbye, they both knew it. Though the lady was about to die, she didn't have any regrets. The peaceful look never disappeared from her face.

Some hours later, the lady passed away. Levy, the nurse, cried, continuously. Her seniors took pity on the girl and gave her a letter granting her a leave for 1 week. The girl thanked them and rushed to her car. As soon as she got home, she put down her bag, took off her work clothes. She left the orange hair band on because it was special; it was something she kept always with her. With blank eyes, she sat down and stared off into the distance, thinking over the death of the lady. Then, she remembered, the book. Quickly, she got the book out of her bag and looked at it for a few minutes before opening it.

This is a book about me. For the past few years, I have written down all the events that changed me, made the person I am today, everything that I had to endure in my life. This is my story. My legend.

The petite girl's eyes were, once again, filled with fresh tears after reading what was written on the first page. 'She gave me her diary... she gave it to me...', Levy thought as she tried to gain control of her emotions. After a few minutes of taking long deep breaths from her mouth, she gained a more calm composure. She flipped the page and began to read.

Wednesday 3rd, October 1916

A warm breeze blew across my face giving me some warmth, despite the cold afternoon. The sun was setting, painting the sky with an orangish colour and giving time for the cold to settle. The park which had been full of screaming and laughter was now bare and empty. What was I doing here, all alone? I was waiting for him to come. Hours had pasted but I didn't want to believe the doubts that formed in mind. Why? Because I loved him. When it came to him, I was willing to do anything. I was ready to face anything for him, even the cold, cruel world we lived in. Who was I?

My name was Lucy Heartfilia and I was the only daugther of Jude Heartfilia, a governor. When I had turned 15, I fell in love with Laxus, a man of a lower social standing. But I loved him, nonetheless. His blond spiky hair, his blue eyes, everything about him made me in love with him. I would wait for him to come to my house every day, hoping he would notice me but it never happened. I tried talking to him but he never paid much attention.

Still, when he came up to me one day and said, "I love you." I was so happy. I knew I would have to hide the relationship from my father for a while but he never complained about that and I was grateful for that. Once a week, somehow, I would get the permission to go out for a few hours. I would meet Laxus near a train station, and then we would spend the day together. I was so happy. When he asked me to talk to my dad to help him I agreed, naively. The very next day, I talked to my father, unfortunately, he declined in the start and we even had a couple of fights about it in the days that followed, but eventually he agreed.

I tried my best to be there for him, but he seemed more distanced than ever before. I would sometimes catch glimpses of him, entering and exiting my father's room. For a few months, we didn't meet because he was too busy. Every day, I felt more and more desperate just to see his face, hear his voice, and feel his touch. My world had begun to crumble, bit by bit. Soon, my father started arranging meetings with men who had the same social standing as our family. I knew what would happen soon...I would have pick someone and then...Marriage.

I didn't want to marry anyone other than Laxus but what did I know, I was just 16. I had sent a letter, a week from today, to Laxus explaining the situation and told him he had to ask for my hand now or it will be too late. His letter came soon and his reply was:

Lucy. As of right now, I need to concentrate on my current job. When the time comes, I will ask for your hand in marriage. But I will not stop you, if you want to marry someone else.

It was short and straight-forward but why did he not understand that I loved him. After receiving his letter, I started to panic. I could not...No I would not marry anyone other than the man I loved. I would run away was what I decided. I placed a few papers before myself and started writing, first for my father, then for the servants and the last one for Laxus.

Laxus, my love. I am going to the park near the station we used to meet. I truly love you and I will not be forced into marriage to anyone else. If you love me, come to meet me and accept me for who I am because I have renounced all my ties. Now I am just a woman. If you do not show up, I will understand that you never had any feelings for me and will leave, never to return in your life.

And so, I enacted out my plans. I was fully aware of what I was doing and I knew it would hurt a lot of people, my father not being one of them, gladly. After my mother's dead, he stopped noticing my existence. Only certain times...I would say special reasons he would talk to me but it would be breif. Believing that he would be the least hurt, I left.

Laxus...never came. I had waited for him at the park near the station for hours but there was no sign of him. I could no longer hold my tears in. They poured down my face, as if it was raining. I, softly, sobbed trying not to believe it but it was the truth. The man I had loved never loved me. "What now?" I asked myself, still trying to get a grip on my feelings but it was hard because my heart ached too much. My first love... A fake.