Here is a multichap attempt that I'm hopefully going to continue for once. .-.

I'm only going to say this once: I DO NOT OWN FLIPPING FAIRY TAIL. While I may be Asian, I am not Japanese in the slightest.

Prologue

she lives in a fairy tale,

somewhere too far for us to find.

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Lucy Heartfilia was an anomaly.

There really was no clear explanation for as to why she was considered as such - maybe it was the fact that she was a philosophical, analytical queen during science class who found deeper meaning to every formula or basic truth, and specific and starving for clarity and clear-cut answers in the middle of literature. Perhaps it had something to do with her uncanny ability to get even the most cold and uncaring beings to open up their troubles to her. Or maybe it was simply her natural, magnetic charisma that drew in anyone who lay their eyes on her.

Then again, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that despite her cheery disposition and realistic - although somewhat romanticized - outtake on life, there was a faraway glint in her eyes that told fantastical tales of magic and myths, the yearning for adventure and a happily ever after. Because, despite everything the russet-eyed blonde spoke of when handing out neighborly advice, despite the fact that she fervently denied the existence of eternal happiness - ("Happiness is not a state of being, it is but a fleeting emotion that you must appreciate, for it clears your mind of all negativity, albeit for a short amount of time."), - there was a child inside of her, screaming for this so-called non existent state of being. For adventure. For freedom.

For a time, her friends broke into passionate speeches about how happiness was something one could achieve, how happy endings could become reality, how magic did exist, however in a different form. It seemed to work, because a sudden light in the blonde's eye lit anew, and her friends had never quite realized until that very moment that this strange girl had never been truly complete until it came. It was as though they had broken her from some sort of exhausted cycle she had forced upon herself. A new hope ignited within her like a forest fire, wild and free and burning and passionate and strong and unstoppable.

It was wonderful.

And then it wasn't.

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forgotten the taste and smell

of a world that she's left behind.

Please review! Constructive criticism welcome! Hope you enjoyed~