Story told in Lucy's POV, unless I mention that it isn't.
It was a normal day for Fairy Tail: Gray and Natsu fighting, Erza eating cake, and Happy helping me pick out a job while I sipped on a delicious milkshake (with a shot of alcohol, but only Mira knew and she was sworn to secrecy).
"Hello? Is there a Lucy Heartfilia here?" Mailman Moe asked. Recently, a man with Speed magic started a mailing business with a few other Speed mages. That man was Moe.
"Yes, that's me!" I said. Hmm, I wonder what I got. Who was it from?
"Please sign here." Moe requested. I eloquently wrote my signature neatly, then accepted the small parcel. Moe sprinted off to deliver more mail.
"It's from…my father?" I announced, confused. Isn't he dead? Who sent this, then?
"Luce, I thought your father was dead?" Natsu inquired. He had stopped fighting Gray and both seemed as confused as me, along with the rest of the guild.
"Go, on, open it. I inspected the package, and there is no threat or any kind of magic inside." Master Makarov assured. I carefully opened it, then started reading the letter.
Dear Lucy,
Why haven't you visited me, your dear papa? Could it be that you think I am dead? No, thank heavens I am very much alive. It was just my kind-as-hell brother that fell ill. He had some nerve to lock me away from my own daughter, and lead my corporation to ruins. Twins can be quite the nuisance.
Anyway, why don't you visit me? I have finally rebuilt my fortune, and will be sending a carriage for you in three nights. If you choose not to come, I will hire all the dark guilds possible to destroy your precious guild. That's right; I did hire Phantom all those years ago.
When you return to your rightful home, you will find it quite different than the last time you were here. Your mother's grave will be back, there will be new servants, and I have remodeled. The Heartfilia house now features one large dungeon, two high towers, complete with spiky pits to skewer all who leap from the towers' windows, and a torturing chamber. Doesn't that sound great?
I have so much to tell you, but the rest can await your return.
Sincerely,
Jude Heartfilia, your beloved father
POV Switch: Erza
I watched as Lucy read the letter from her father. As she read, her hands quickly clenched until her hands were white. I shifted my gaze to her face. At first, she looked scared, then angry, then VERY frightened. She was whiter than a sheet! No, really! Wait a second, Lucy doesn't look so good…
I rushed to her side right before her limp body could hit the floor, the note from her father slipping out of her grasp. Was the note so bad that it would cause Lucy to faint?
BTW: for those who are reading my other stories, I am SO sorry for the long wait 4 the update. I save all my stories(except this one) to my flash drive, and I left the flash drive at home when I left for the beach. Again, I am SO sorry!
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