What is freedom?

A Fairy Tail fanfiction by GrayAngel 564

Disclaimer: GrayAngel 564 does not own Fairy Tail

Summary: Is freedom being safe and warm and a roof over your head. Is freedom having no rules but always on the run. Many people have their own definition of freedom but it always involves having a choice. Freedom is the choice to do what you want to do.

Chapter 1: Hi

I'm sitting in a dark room, the silhouette in front of me is unrecognisable. All I can do is stare into its blood shot eyes. The figure says my name in an early whisper. I recognise the voice, the dark monster before me is my father. He reaches up like a snake about to strike. That's when I wake up, cold and shivering.

I'm in my room "just a dream I tell myself.

But I know its not a dream, it's a memory. Is it wrong for a girl to be afraid of her father? I wonder this as I walk over to the window of my room. It's not really my room, it's the cella. It smells a bit and there are a few rats but it's where I sleep s I call it my room.

I look up and out of my window, pressing my face against the metal bars. All the windows in this place are bared. "SHE" says its for my protection because I'm a wealthy heiress but I know she just doesn't want me tiring to run away again. I sigh and look for the eagle that goes out flying every morning. It's so free. I wish I was free.

The eagle was flying today as unusual but today there was a boy with pink hair casing it. I watch from my window as the boy tyres yet fails to catch the bird he doesn't notice me. I watch until I hear my name getting called.

"Lucy" she screams not really caring that I am right next to her. Tomorrow I will see the eagle again and maybe even the boy. But now I am stuck to do the things of my nightmares…

(New day)

I wake up to the same nightmare I always do. You would think it would get less painful but it doesn't. because its true my father did cast me out he did… No bad Lucy, I shouldn't think about that I should focus on trying to escape from this prison. That's when I remember the boy from the morning before. I tiptoe over to the window being careful not to wake "HER". I woke her yesterday and to say the least she was not thrilled, but today I will not make that mistake again. As I reach the window I see the eagle but no boy. I would like to have wings, to be able to fly away from this miserable place. That would be nice. It would be very nice to be free. I sigh.

"Hi" I fall back from the window shocked. It was the pink haired boy from yesterday. "Hello" I say not quite shore how to respond I havent had ca proper conversation in nearly over a year. Unlles you coun't "her" yelling at me.

He sits at the window looking at me and I look back at him neathier of us say anything for awille. The the boy asks me" why are you so sad?" I dident think I looked sad. But then I giggle this boy has no manners. He looks at me weirdly and I say

"Don't people usually introduce themselves first?"

Gray Angel 564 Thanks you for reading the first chapter of What is freedom and hopes you enjoyed it. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer.

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