I do not own Fairy Tail. Fairy tail is owned by Hiro Mashima.

I walk along the torn up and vague streets of Magnolia, Fiore. I look at the houses I pass. They all look deserted but I see clean, beat up cars in front of the houses. I keep thinking of some of the stories that I have heard about from some of the other students in my grade. Some keep saying that the reason that we're in poverty is because the government stopped giving the town money or the governor went into a deep depression.

I think it's neither of those. I think everyone is just depressed because no one is the same. Everyone used to be full of laughter and joy. I remember when the streets were full of life and everyone was happy. The last time the streets were full of life was when I was nine years old. There was a summer fair and everyone wanted to go.

The day was hectic. My dad and I started to walk to the fair around one o'clock in the afternoon and when we got there we went straight to the rides. We went on everything together and when I got scared he would always comfort me. When we left the fair we went home. My dad tucked me into bed and I went to sleep.

Then suddenly, my dad shook me awake and said, "Honey...honey you need to wake up." I was tired so I rolled over and asked, "What time is it?" He said, "It's three o'clock in the morning, but you need to wake up. The town is being attacked. Wake up!"

I stood up on the cold stone floor dazed and my dad picked me up and started to run to some place outside. While he was running with me in his arms, I looked over his shoulder. It was like the world was suddenly in slow motion. Everything I saw was being destroyed. I stopped looking when my dad put me down.

I then looked up at the moon; It was a full moon. I didn't look away until I realized my dad was starting to stand up again. I didn't realize that my dad sank to his knees to open a shelter in the ground. He took out a flashlight and shone it down the hole. My dad then said, "You climb down first, then I'll climb down after you."

We climbed down and my dad turned on the lights. Inside the shelter is a television, x-box, couch, a king sized bed, and a fully functional bathroom. My dad told me to get some sleep, so I layed down but didn't fall asleep. I couldn't help but think of my friends and neighbors. I wondered if they had a shelter like mine or if they were getting hurt.

I pondered these thoughts until I felt my dad lay down next to me as light as he could. I rolled over and saw his face. He was still awake and somehow knew that I was scared. He put his arm around me and said, "Everything is going to be okay, Lucy. I promise."

With that, I fell asleep. I woke up to the smell of maple. I noticed a door that I hadn't last night. I started to walk toward it when my dad came out from it with a bowl of eggs, a plate of sausage, and a plate of pancakes.

He put them on a table I didn't notice before. He told me to eat something. I sat down and started to eat a pancake, but after I ate half of a pancake I felt nausea. I stood up and went to the bed to lay down. Once my dad was done eating he came over and felt my forehead.

He told me I had a fever and that I should rest. I fell asleep for the second time in the shelter. It felt weird but I had to get used to it. Dad and I might be in here for a few more days. I soon began to like it in the shelter.