Dragon Goddess: Lucy Ryūjin Vermillion
You know me as Lucy Heartfillia; Cheery, bubbly, bright, resident Celestial mage, "The Light of Fairy Tail". Well I have news for all of you. Monumental news... That isn't my real name or the- the real me. It's a long story. I'll just give you a brief glimpse of the starting point. First off... I've got eleven brothers [you'll just have to wait to see who they are], a grandfather who owns a guild and a ghost as my great-great grandmother.
[Rated M for Angst hurt/comfort, romance and, some Lemon.]
-Chapter 1 -Of Flashbacks, Memories and Reunions-
Lucy's' P.O.V. Memories/Flashbacks
I'm running, even though my legs ache terribly. My brothers got me away. They still found us. One by one, my brothers were captured while trying to fend them off so that, at least, the rest of us could get away. They've already killed our servants and parents when they tried saving us. It's just me now; running, hoping to escape. That way, the deaths, injuries and captures wouldn't be in vain.
Thundering footsteps. Yelling. Snarls; all of them filling the air. I try to block them out, run, escape them. Anything! It is of no use, for three of the twenty-five masked mages, are blocking my escape route. Running too fast; I can't stop quick enough to pivot my gait. I've been caught. They knock me out after saying, '
This one, is stronger than she looks.' All while futilely struggling. Next thing known to me, is black.
-What happened when she was unconscious-
'Please be safe/ alright/ sis/ kid/ big sis/ Lucy/ Lulu/ Lu.' Eleven children thought simultaneously. They all looked at each other, nodding and instantly hoped she'd be alright. If not; they would protect her as best as they could, not wanting their sister to be harmed. All eleven of them sat in a, musty, small cart where at least, sixteen others sat. The brothers huddled close, at least as close as they could without crushing the, several children of ages ranging from, six to twelve years of age. "We did all we could." One of the brothers -a greenette*- quietly commented.
Suddenly, the door of the cart opened, and a gangly man carelessly threw our sister into it. We plus three more rushed to her pushing and shoving our way through, ignoring the complaints of others because Lucy is more important. A black-haired child immediately noticed the cut, bump and blood on the back of her head. Pointing it out by his worryingly yell of, "You guys' she's injured!" One of the three -he had maroon hair- kids that had followed the eleven, tapped the oldest on the shoulder to get his attention. Once he did he quietly whispered with a concerned-laced voice, 'Cubellios I can help her if you let me see the injury.'
`You can!?` A royal blue-green haired seven and a half year-old asked. Another child only this one was eight and had navy blue questioned, 'You're sure?' 'I am.' The boy with the purple snake answered. "Please! She's our sister!" One with silver hair pleaded. He along with ten others starting to tear up. Before he could answer, a black and white- haired kid said. "Of course, we'll do it." "Thank you…" A dirty- blonde started saying before realizing they only knew the snakes name. The maroon haired one said Erik. The names Erik. He's Macbeth."
Erik's' P.O.V.
Cubellios, Macbeth and I were sitting in the cart I looked over at eleven kids who all seemed to know each other. When they all looked at one another I couldn't help but wonder what they nodded for. "We did all we could." One of them -a greenette*- quietly commented.
The door to the cart suddenly opened as a gangly man carelessly threw a blonde girl wearing a blue dress in.
I looked at Macbeth he nodded. We hurried over to the group of twelve -if you include the girl- maneuvering and pushing our way over. I tapped the oldest on the shoulder to get his attention. Once I did, I whispered in a concerned-laced voice, 'Cubellios I can help her if you let me see the injury.'
`You can!?` A royal blue-green haired seven and a half year-old asked. Another child only this one was eight and had navy blue questioned, 'You're sure?'
'I am.' Was all that I said "Please! She's our sister!" The one with silver hair pleaded. He along with ten others starting to tear up. Before I could answer, Macbeth said. "Of course, we'll do it." "Thank you…" A dirty- blonde started saying before realizing they only knew Cubellios' name. "Erik." I answered, "The names Erik. He's Macbeth." With that out of the way I told them to make room so could see the extent of what we were looking at.
"Not that bad but still needs to be healed. Head wounds bleed a lot after all." Mumbling the prognostic to myself and Cubellios. "Alright! Let's do this Cubellios." She hissed in agreement.
'Okay so she needs to be laid on her side, her head wound needs to be showing as well.' Telling them what to do I then explained that Cubellios needed to bite her for this to work and for them not to worry when they started to protest, I interrupted saying, "Don't worry I've done this before for Macbeth and he's right here sitting with us. So, she'll be completely fine." After this was all done, Lucy was in Gajeels lap.
Trying to get rid of the gloomy, awkward atmosphere Macbeth airily mentioned, "So what are your names? We never got them."
A blue haired child with a red tattoo on the left* side of his face suggested that they; "How about we go in order from oldest to youngest. That okay with you all?" After getting a series of nods he started again, "My name's Mystogan*. I'm twelve." An identical looking looking boy spoke next, 'I'm Jellal. Eleven years.'
Gajeel, eight an' a half. - ` I'm Gray/Lyon and eight years-old. ` I'm Laxus. These guys here (he said) are Freed and Bickslow. The one with green hair is Freed The one with red eyes is Bickslow. {Six and a half. The name's Hibiki.} The little blonde boy softly told the three that he and the blackette* were -respectively- "Eve. Ren here is my twin." Ren then stated, We're both 6 years-old.
"Does she use magic? Do any of you use it? If so, I bet it's cool." You could tell it was a subtle attempt to change the tenseness we were all feeling; just enough so that we can be on guard and speak easily. It seemed to work.
~Yeah. She has this sort of… aura that can't be explained. It really comforts and soothes. You can on guard yet alsobe semi-relaxed. ~ Macbeth described in calm, awed voice.I
just realized, we never asked her name! I thought. Right when I was 'bout to ask her
. Footsteps were heard outside after the cart jerked to a stop. Quickly I asked her name. They said Lucy.
3rd person P.O.V.
They started to pull out every single kid. After being pulled - well more like dragged- out cuffs were placed on wrists and were told to strip themselves of their clothes. The men said if they didn't they'd be punished. Not wanting to know what this punishment they were talking about, the kids all stripped and put on the rags provided. Lucy had to be dressed by Mystogan. "Alright you brats; listen up!" a skinny man yelled. A fat one then told them this: You're now slaves. You must work here, to complete this structure; The Tower of Heaven! As our slaves." with a maniacal grin split across his face.
Hey Everyone! This story has been collecting dust and I only just found it again recently. The characters as you can tell are OOC. I'm still planning on Lucy meeting Natsu in Hargeon
Hope it will be worth your while. I know some people will dislike it and that is quite alright. Thank you to those who might/consider & or do. Well Bye for now.