Dear Cornliver and FairyTailWolf6,

Thanks SO much for subscribing! I'm really touched... Since you guys are my first subscribers and all. I'll still be continuing the story about Natsu and Igneel, but right now... Honestly, I just feel like writing something sad and relieving right now... Sorry... But I'll still try my best!

This one is about Lucy's childhood as well, with adventures I made up, some sad moments, really happy ones, really just a lot of ups and downs.

I also made up quite a bit about the name of her servants and her garden and some other stuff. I really hate describing places, so if they're not good, bear with me

Sorry if my uploading time is a bit inconsistent, but summer break is nearly here for me, so I'll be able to write more, faster. But even so, I'm just that kinda guy. Sometimes I'll upload early, sometimes late. Hopefully it's the first. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this!

While I'd love to claim credit for everything, trust me, my imagination is not sophisticated enough to have thought of this anime. I thought of a couple characters and ideas. That's all. Thanks.

Lucy Heartfillia: Joys of Love, Sorrows of Loneliness

(Lucy's Pov)

"So~~~o tired," Lucy Heartfillia, flopped onto her back. She lay under her favourite willow tree, on the top of a hill in their vast back garden.

Gazing at the homework she had been assigned today, she had to wonder why she had to do such boring work. It wasn't as though she was going anywhere soon. "I wish this homework would just magically be done. Or that I could use magic to help me finish it"

She sighed. Being the daughter of one of the richest families in the world meant she had to be the perfect woman. Dress likes this, you should know all that must do this or else, you must stay close to the family mansion at all times, do this do that, yadda yadda yadda.

If she was really crazy rich, why would she need to study or do anything? She should just be able to relax and just read or something.

She sighed again. Sometimes, life just wasn't easy. She stretched her limbs out and began rolling back and forth.

"Why do I have to do this? I'm only 8!" She complained to herself like this, listing to herself all the reasons she didn't really need to do her homework, and how unfair it all was.

After a minute or so of her ranting, Lucy calmed down. She put her arm over her head and stared at the tree.

She loved how the shadows seemed to dance through the leaves, as if they were performing just for her. Another reason she also loved this tree was because of her mother, Layla Heartfillia.

Whenever when Layla felt strong enough, she and Lucy would sit under the tree for hours. Sometimes they would be reading the same book, sometimes reading their own. Most of the time, they would simply stare and gaze in wonder at the leaves...

A painful pang in her chest resounded in her chest, as Lucy remembered her mother's illness. She was getting weaker each passing day. She had already lived 14 years longer than the doctors had expected.

Nowadays her good days were when she could sit up and laugh, and talk to Lucy as if nothing in the world were wrong.

But those days were numbered and few, and growing fewer still. The last time her mother had been feeling well was a month ago.

It was a sunny afternoon without a cloud in the sky, but Lucy shivered and hugged her legs.

"Stop it," She scolded herself "Thinking about it won't help at all" She forced herself to think of something else.

But there was a shining light in this dark case. Soon, it would be her mother's and her own birthday, and mother had promised to celebrate together.

Everyone else would clean up, make the mansion look pretty, and maybe she would go shopping with them. Hopefully her father would let the maids, the butlers, cooks and the rest of the staff off for holiday.

Despite Lucy's best efforts, her brows creased and her bad mood had returned. Her father, Jude Heartfillia, almost never gave work holidays, claiming he had saved most of the employee's lives by taking them off the street, and that they should be grateful to even have a place to sleep.

Which unfortunately, was true, but that didn't mean Lucy had to like it.

Grudging acceptance of the inevitable washed over Lucy, and she stretched out her legs and simply lay there. She toyed with the idea of running away, starting a new life, and having this thing mother had once told her, called 'friends'.

One of her oldest memories was one of her mom and her, sitting underneath the very same willow tree. Lucy was lying on Layla's lap, laughing and enjoying with nothing to do.

"True friends will always be there for you. They will help you out during tough times, comfort you during painful moments, and will come for you when you are in trouble" she had told Lucy

At that time, she had been four years of age, and the sickness hadn't come struck yet. Those were the days when Layla had been around and about regularly. Lucy was puzzled. She looked in her mother's eyes.

"But doesn't that mean your a true friend mommy?" at this, Layla Heartfillia laughed. The shadows seemed to dance slower, as if listening. Lucy smiled, then joined in, infected by her mothers jovial mood.

"Almost little one," Layla chuckled "But I am your mother, and I love you anyways" She pressed her nose against Lucy's and they both smiled.

"Trust me; you will make friends one day. You are my daughter after all" After that, they fell asleep together. Lucy vaguely remembered waking up and heading back at 9 in the afternoon, worrying all the servants and staff.

Lucy decided not to just sit around and do nothing, as evidently, it gave her too much time to think. She was far too lazy to complete her homework, and instead decided to walk around the gardens.

The Heartfillia gardens were her mothers pride and joy, other than Lucy herself. Layla would always be there, sometimes with her handmaidens, sometimes by herself.

The butlers and maids had grown to care and raise the beautiful plants ever since Layla had fallen ill, as if in silent respect to the mistress. But it wasn't like the love of Layla Heartfillia from her subjects was a secret. She was kind, thoughtful, and remembered every name of the people she met, even if it was only once.

Lucy just WISHED she had half the grace her mother had. But alas, this how she had grown up. She had once mentioned this to her mother, but she had simply laughed it off and said

"But dear, if you were like me, how would we laugh together?" Lucy had tried to think about it, but soon gave up and laughed along with her mother.

Lucy frowned. She was immersing herself in so many old memories of herself and her mother this afternoon. Usually she just tried not to think about it and focused on the task at hand.

But today was one of those rare days when she was either lazy, or had nothing to do. Today is probably the first, she mused to herself.

It took her awhile to get back to the mansion, as her father Jude, was an estate agent, he sold, bought, and owned much land. He kept going on and on about how honored she should be and how lucky she was to be his daughter.

Personally, Lucy thought it was a waste of money to spend on pointless things like land, and antiques. And Jude was almost never there when she needed him. He was ALWAYS in his office, working.

Why should he work? He already had enough toys. But Lucy was an intelligent girl for one her age, and knew that greed could corrupt even the best of men.

It was after all, human nature.

Lucy spotted the newest servant, a teenage woman, who was about 16 years old, picked straight off the street, pulling some weeds and sweating the sun's constant gaze.

'After all, this way papa can have an endless supply of free servants who get paid buy having a place to sleep for the night' Lucy thought bitterly

The girl was around 5 feet, long brown hair that went to her shoulders, golden eyes, and the uniform maid outfit. Her chest was small and Lucy huffed with satisfaction.

Lucy liked to think of herself as the most beautiful woman in the country, second only to her mother. This was somewhat vain, but Lucy had not travelled beyond her house boundaries and would reserve judgment until she had physically met someone who she would admit more beautiful.

However, as Lucy walked on, she got a better look; she noticed that the girl was reaching out to pull out one of her mother's favourite sunflower.

Lucy yelped and called out

"STOP IT!"

Immediately, the brunette recoiled in surprise and fell over. Lucy hurried to the sunflower and stood in front of it. This plant was the one special plant that Layla took special care of. Another memory flashed through her brain.

Layla and Lucy were standing side by side, holding hands while Layla pointed at the sunflower.

"This one is definitely my very favourite. There are a few close seconds because of what the stand for but the sunflower is special" Lucy gazed at it for several seconds, wondering what secret it held. There were other flowers, even more brilliantly colored and shaped. But this sunflower was just… a sunflower. So why? Why this flower?

Sensing Lucy hesitation, Layla explained. "It is simple is it not?" Lucy nodded and Layla smiled. "And that is why it is my favourite. It has a wide face that makes me smile and all the seeds are tasty. And the color suits me so well, don't you agree?" And then she laughed, most likely because she was kidding with that last sentence, but Lucy thought she was absolutely right.

Lucy had her arms and legs out, trying to shield the sunflower from harm with her body. But she soon realized this wasn't really necessary.

Sitting back up, Lucy could see the brunette's closed scarred eyes. She was, Lucy realized, in fact, blind. The servant bowed before Lucy, recognizing her as the master's daughter.

Her voice was quiet and Lucy had to strain to hear it. Her whole body shook in terror that she had dared to upset the daughter of her master

"Forgive me mistress. I cannot express how sorry I am" And she kept on repeating these words over and over.

Lucy was boiling with hatred. Not for the girl bowing before her, but for her wretched father. This girl was acting like she had spilled ink over her father's shirt and knew she would be kicked back onto the street for it.

This further hardened her resolve NEVER to be like her father. She would rather have friends than slaves.

Lucy helped the girl back up, finally stopping her babbling.

"It's ok. Really. Just don't try to weed again. You might just uproot the flowers more than the nuisances"

The girl looked mortified and it seemed like she would start begging for mercy again, so Lucy stopped her by putting one finger on her lips.

"Stop that now. Don't ever apologize like that to me again. Just say sorry once, and only once if you understand" Lucy tried to mimic her tone of command to be like her father's, only gentler, but just as firm.

The girl gulped and nodded. She was no longer scared of Lucy and she even worked up the courage to hesitantly touch Lucy's face. Lucy didn't flinch. The maid took this as permission to keep her hand there.

Now completely calm, Lucy used this moment to ask the girl a question.

"What's your name?"

The girl was slow to respond but she talked with more volume than before, and uttered her name for Lucy to hear.

"Merissa. Merissa Melody"

Thanks a bunch for reading guys! I hope you enjoyed this! Please review and suggest what I can do for the next chapters and what I should fix.

Thanks again for reading!

Justin, Lover of anime, enemy of haters, and family to all my otaku brothers and sisters. Welcome to my world! XD