The Past Always Repeats Itself
Summary: Lucy always knew that one day, the past would repeat itself. But she never expected it to be this soon. Nor did she expect it would be some of her closest friends in the guild that brought it upon her. And so, just like before, she left. Lalu, Mireed, Rowen and maybe other ships later on, and rated T for some cursing.
AN: I don't own Fairy Tail, I only own my plot (maybe…I think) and any OCs I throw in.
Prologue: The Gypsy Women
I keep myself busy
with the things I do.
But every time I pause,
I still think of you.
Narrator POV
The capital of Fiore was quiet as night descended, except for people returning home from the market and the vendors packing their goods for the night. But soon enough, the sounds melted into each other, and Crocus became silent. After a short night, the sun rose, and with it, the focus of our story.
A young woman, traveling and practicing her new found magic. A branch of the type she had originally learned, and a more complex one at that. She would of travelled alone, as that was her first choice, had two of her loyal friends not followed her on her path. All of them were barefoot, but that really the only thing they had in common, other than two of them sharing deep brown eyes.
The first woman mentioned, the one that had wanted to travel alone, was of average height, taller than the youngest of the group, but shorter than the eldest. She wears typical Fioran gypsy garb, made up of a dark blue midi-skirt, embroidered with golden stars, with a simple black string bikini top. She also wears a mask, that matches her skirt, which covers the lower half of her face.
The chains holding up the thin mask are wiry but strong, a deep golden metal, that trails from the top two edges, over her ears, finally connecting at the back of her head, with some of the chain blending in with her hair. Speaking of it, the focus of this story had changed her hair style, growing it out, so that when it was tied in a braid down her back, it reached her waist.
She wears few items of jewelry, only some adorning the tops of her hands and feet, the same braided metal that makes up the mask's chain. Also, the only item of power that she ever shows is her ever present wooden stave, slung across her back, adorned with golden and silver trinkets. It helps them all whenever they need to go on missions.
She also wears a golden coin belt, and has other coins attached to the jewelry at her ankles and wrists. The younger one of her companions stood to her right, having changed during their travels from a shy healer to a powerful songstress. Her long dark blue bangs are pulled back in twin braids, that when they reach at the back of her head, turn into a messy bun.
She wears the same type of jewelry, but in platinum instead of gold, and a small silver hair comb that holds her bun in place. She wears ankle-length high-waist black pants, and a dark blue off-the-shoulder shirt, with the bottom tucked into the pants. Also, there are light blue sound waves embroidered on her shirt, that grow bigger from the bottom right corner.
She has no items of power that would immediately catch someone's eye, but hanging off of her hip is a shiny silver flute. The bluenette songstress wears no coins, but has a silver circlet, that holds a small, light blue gem in a loop at the middle of her forehead.
Then there is the third gypsy, who is also a songstress, but uses her voice instead of another instrument. Her shocking white hair is tied up in two twin ponytails, her bangs swept back in them too. To hold up her ponytails, she has two dark red ribbons, with two small bells each attached to the ends.
She has on a dark red dress, that has a sweetheart neckline, and the top part is decorated like a corset, with black laces and no sleeves. The skirt is separated from the top by a black ribbon belt, with a small bow tied in the back, and small black shorts underneath.
The skirt is pleated and is a high-low skirt, with the highest point at mid-thigh and the lowest is mid-calf. She also wears the same jewelry as the other two, but in an obsidian like metal, with small bells attached to her wrists and ankles. Also, instead of a flute or stave, she wears a black ribbon choker with a small red gem imbued with magic, that channels her voice and makes it more powerful.
Oh, you've recognized the three, haven't you? I guess I gave too much away to fast. Yes, the three I am speaking of are Lucy Heartfilia, Wendy Marvell and MiraJane Strauss, former mages of Fairy Tail. Please do pay attention to the word former.
Soon, the three mages saddled their horses and rode into the capital, Lucy saddling Stardust, Wendy saddling Shiara and Mira saddling Zecora. Stardust is a purely white Arabian horse, with no other colors showing, and Shiara is a white Thoroughbred with a purely black mane. Zecora is a black Clydesdale, with a purely brown mane.
"Its almost time to go back." Lucy told her companions, and Wendy sighed but nodded.
"I had hoped that it wouldn't come this quickly. Charla is going to be so mad at me once we get back. I did leave her behind after all! Do we really have to go back so soon?" Wendy asked.
"Of course we do. We did promise Makarov that we would return by the end of the next GMGs* and here we are…returning." Mira spoke up, waving her arm towards herself and the other two women she's traveling with.
"I still can't believe that the mayor agreed to let them host it in Hargeon, especially with all the destruction that follows it like a plague." Lucy laughed at Wendy's statement, a sound that some would liken to tinkling bells.
"I still don't know how you got that information. I mean, we were in the middle of the largest forest in Fiore while training!" This time, Wendy was the one who laughed.
"All you have to do is listen to the wind." As she said this, a slight breeze blew past them, and Wendy's eyes turned white with her power.
"Wendy? What is it?" Lucy asked her companion, as she stopped her horse dead in her tracks.
"They-they…" The youngest gypsy stuttered, trying to tell her friend what the wind kept singing to her. Finally the words spilled out of her mouth, causing all of them to have their horses gallop as fast as they could in the direction of Hargeon.
"They've started the ritual to summon The Dark Gods. The darkness will be upon them soon." Her eyes turned normal as she turned to her companions.
"We have to hurry! Or all the actions and preparations we have taken in the past years will be in vain.
AN:
*In this story, the GMGs are held every four years, and don't all have to bbe in Crocus.
Hope you like this new story!
~WhiteRosePhoenix Out!
