The blonde girl clutched to her books as the rain poured down to the small town of Newport. With a fast pace, she hurriedly walked down narrow sidewalk trying to make her way to the lonely public library in the middle of town. "Of course the day I don't bring an umbrella, it rains." She mumbled to herself. Water splash with every step she took. While looking up, she could see the library at the end of the street. Almost there. She began to run, letting her blonde wet hair clash onto her face. While looking up seeing the glass door that let her into the library, she let out a sigh of relief. Her wet hands grabbed the handle to the door, pulling it out, allowing the girl out of the pouring rain. The small familiar sound of the bells rang as she entered the small building.
"Back already?" A small old woman gave her a warm smile as she leaned forward resting her arms on the counter.
"Yep! One of my favorite books so far this year." The blonde girl said ecstatically, letting out the big smile of hers. She walked toward the old woman, taking out the book she checked out of the library earlier that week.
"I'm glad you liked it." The cheery old woman smiled as she grabbed the books out of blondes grasp.
"Well I'm going to see what else I can find." The blonde grinned as she turned around making her way to what seemed to be perfectly aligned aisles of books. The old woman didn't say anything in return, she just looked down and began to twiddle her thumbs. "Good luck." The woman whispered with a smug look on her face. But the blonde was too far away to notice.
While the brown eyed girl skimmed through the shelves, trying to find a new book to read. She stumbled upon one particular book that stood out more than the others. With curiosity getting the best of her, she pulled the book out of the shelf, wiping the dust that was simmered on it.
"Fairy Tail." The blonde whispered as she looked at the cover of the book. She noticed the book seemed fairly old and there was no sign of the authors name written anywhere. Opening to the first page of the book she noticed, there was nothing written in it!
What type of book is this!? She exclaimed to herself. The blonde flipped the pages of the book, and nothing seemed to be written. That's until she stumbled into the last page.
A poorly written sentence along with strange markings covering almost the entire page. The page itself seemed to be so fragile, almost looking like it was about the fall out.
The blonde girl's attention seemed to be drawn to the sentence which looked like it was written by a 5 year old.
"W-write your own?" She to say out loud, "stony? Wait no, story!" The blonde seemed happy she could figure out what the strange written text said. "Write your own story." She repeated.
At that very moment she sense that something triggered, but what? She looked down back to the fragile page, the symbols written around the page seemed to be lighting up on by one. "What?!" the blonde yelped. Once the symbols were all lit, the page fell out landing softly on the floor. Frighten and confused, she dropped the book and looked down at the mysterious glowing page. "Eh!?" Was all she could let out. What the hell is going on!? She thought as she took a step back. A strong illumination began to bloom from the page, the strange light seemed to be getting brighter by the second. The blonde covered her brown eyes from the blinding light. Everything around her becomes a blur before it is replace by nothing but darkness and sounds seem to fade away in the distance.
The old woman from the counter earlier stared at the blonde girl who laid on the hard floor. She watched the blonde slowly vanish into thin air. With a smile, she looked down at the floor and looked at the book that was left behind. She quickly picked it up, turned around and made her way back to the counter. The woman stopped taking more steps and looked at the stars visible from the glass window. "Good luck Lucy Heartfilia."