Chapter 1: History
Summary: Lucilia Heartfilia, the lost princess of Crocus has been rumored to survive the tragedy that occurred when Zeref and his followers led the kingdom into what would be known as the magic revolution. The revolution has brought back the art of magic for both good and bad. Now ten years after the disaster Duke Makarov Dreyar and his grandson Laxus have put up a reward for the return of Lucilia. Natsu, Happy and Grey, local con artists, take it upon themselves to 'find' the missing princess. They plan to craft a lookalike into royal material. Lucky for them Lucy, an orphan trying to find her family, fits the bill. Based off of the movie Anastasia.
Disclaimers: i don't own Fairy tail or Anastasia, all rights belong to them.
chapter 1: history
It was an enchanting evening at the kingdom of Crocus. This particular evening was as lively as ever. It was the 8th birthday of the royal princess, Lucilia Heartfilia. The celebration was felt all across the kingdom. But the young heiress was not joyous. Her (great) uncle Makarov Dreyar was going to Magnolia the following morning. Her uncle has been her closest relative since her mother, Queen Layla, had passed away the year previously. The girl wanted more than anything to go with her uncle.
"Oh, Uncle, must you go? Can't you stay here with me?" Lucilia bagged.
Makarov gave the girl a sad smile. "I'm afraid I must go, the council will not allow me to postpone the meeting any longer then I already have." He watched as the blonde's shoulders droop. He sighed knowing he'd come to regret his next course of actions. "You must stand tall Lucilia, it is improper for a princess such as yourself to be presented to the council in Magnolia if you couldn't even stand up straight."
The girl took a brief second to understand what the Duke had just said. The smile that spread across her face was enough for the coldest of hearts to melt. She quickly jumped into the short man's arms. "Are you telling the truth?! Are you sure that Papa will let me go with you?"
Her eagerness was contagious. The Duke knew that convincing his nephew to allow the princess to go would be difficult but he couldn't stand to leave the girl in the prison they call a palace. "Now, don't worry about that, let Ol'Makarov take care of your father. He'll see it my way." He smiled down at the child before digging around in his pocket. "Close your eyes, I want to give you your birthday present." She nodded and pressed her palms to her face.
Out of his pocket came a set of antique brass keys. Each one had a symbol embedded at the top. Most of the symbols were ancient family crests that were no longer used do to the number of similarities they shared causing mix ups to occur regularly. Majority of people even within the royal families that were aware of the crests didn't know what they looked like.
He unhooked one of the keys, the crest of Heartfilia. "You may look now." She moved her hands and glanced at the keys. Lucilia was mesmerized by the keys. Without even knowing her favorite was the Heartfilia crest.
He gently placed the keys in her hands. Her gaze followed the keys, never letting it waver. She shuffled the keys to her one had and let the other slide over the engravings.
"The loose key, the engravings on the top do you know what it is?" the Duke asked watching the enticed girl.
"It's a seal of some sort, Mama used to use it for letters."
"Close it is Heartfilia's retired crest; it's the old one we used to use many, many years ago."
"Older tha-" The princess was cut off short. Her voice was lost in many. Both of the royals swung around to see what the cause was.
Zeref, one of the kingdoms scholars, or former scholar, he had been caught practicing the teachings of dark magic that had been illegal for centuries. It was thought that magic had gone extinct with the dark arts. Magic of any form now was rarer than any of the gems or jewels any Royal owns.
It was thought that Zeref was exiled when the princess was just a baby, but here he was, standing tall and renewed. An evil aura surrounded him, every step he took in the ball room the floor cracked and black mist poured in from underneath. He stopped advancing a few paces in front of King Jude.
"If my memory serves me right you were banished seven years ago. What brings you back here?" The King demanded.
"Well if it isn't King Jude, it's been too long my friend." Zeref stated dryly ignoring the question.
"Why are you here Zeref?" Jude demanded not willing to waste time on reminiscing their pasts.
"Why for you of course. You have done me wrong and for that I will return the favor. I hope you have lived a satisfactory life; I pity your only daughter though she's barely even lived. Oh well, she'll just be joining the rest of you once I am through with the catsle." He finished with a smirk.
The castle crumbled into panic induced chaos.
Makarov grabbed the princess's wrist in great hast. "Come child! We must run!" he led her down corkscrewing passages and seemed to go no where. He towed her to the opposite side of the castle to the servants' dorms. He knew that there were many exits to the outside that the servants used for deliveries.
They soon reached a dead end. They would be surrounded and killed if they didn't find an escape route. The sound of feet hitting marble grew louder with every passing second. Panic was all the Duke could feel. They would soon be killed if they remained there like sitting ducks.
A sharp whistle drew him form his thoughts. He turned to the source of the noise. A young boy with dust and grease pink hair. He gestured for them to follow him. This time it was Lucilia who dragged the Duke.
The kitchen boy fidgeted around with the decorated mantel piece in the room he brought them to. As the foot steps increased the wall cracked open. The passage was large enough for the two royals to get through but if either had been tall it would not have worked.
The boy pushed them into the crevice, in the speed of the moment all but the Heartfilia key fell to the ground outside the chamber. The boy slammed the door shut forcing the royals to continue on out. His duty was to protect them; he must succeed even at the cost of his own life.
The undead soldiers found the boy in the room, no sign of the missing royals but the dropped keys that were easily mistaken for regular household keys.
Makarov dragged the girl through the courtyard. They're intended designation: the train station. They could get away form the hellish palace. If they continued the pace they were at they'd arrive in no time.
They turned a harsh corner to come face to face with a crowd of crazed nobles and servants that likely came for the palace in the panic. "Stay close child, it's easy for you to go missing in crowds like this." The old man shouted tightening his grip on her wrist.
They pushed they're way through the crowd to see that the train had just pulled out of the station, likely due to the over crowded conditions. They quickly jumped on the rails and ran after the train. A young gentleman heaved the Duke up onto the caboose. Lucilia tried her hardest to keep up with the ever increasing speed of the train. The Duke reached his hand as far as it could go only to have it retreat empty handed.
Lucilia Heartfilia, princess of Crocus was not fast or strong enough. Her weak legs gave way followed by the rest of her body. She collapsed at the side of the track. Her fragile head banged around in the process causing her world to go blank.
The Duke could say nothing as he watched his precious niece fall. His heart lurched to his stomach at the scene. He had failed to protect the young girl. Many questions flashed through his mind, sorrow sweeping his expression. The people around him began to comfort him but none got through his to mind. His soul has been consumed by grief.
Ok so for Christmas I got the movie Anastasia, I'm all like yes! There must be crossover type fanfic! Ooo I should check NaLu FF, they'd b great together in this type of plot!
To my dismay there was none. So I thought I'd write some. Hope you like!
Review please! I'd lie your ideas on the story and opinions. If there's a lack of traffic I'll just stop writing it.
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