This is my second fanfic! I've edited it a couple times but there still might be a few grammatical mistakes hidden inside. So I'll apologise for that before you start reading...or if you've already started, you should've read the warning. Read and leave a review! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does, I'm just a girl who's obsessed with fanfics.

The sun gleamed gently and the breeze blew by lightly, ruffling the leaves of the bushes and trees. Clouds littered the azure sky that promised beautiful weather for the days to come. The hills were lush, and the forests beside it green. The fields surrounding it were filled with wildflowers of every kind, an explosion of colour. Inside these terrains, the streams were crystal clear and the sparkling water glittered like jewels under the starlight.

Within this rare onslaught of many grounds, lay a beast. A small one at that, whimpering as it let out an melancholy whine. Fire spurted out of its nose as it inhaled a small flower's pollen. The dragon moaned again, except this time, it was easy to hear the loss in its voice. An unmistakable sound of brokenness and anyone who heard it, would've been reduced to wailing tears whilst clawing at their throats to ease the pain inside.

The little red dragon with a creamy underbelly sniffled for a while before it soon fell into an uneasy rest. Little did it know, within hours a person would stumble upon it. And with her, came trouble.

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"No! Let me go!" A little girl screeched. Her blonde hair stuck to her face as tears streamed down her pale cheeks. She met his glare, the one that he'd always send her. The one that told her that she had done something terribly wrong and that everything was her fault. What a sorry excuse for a father he was.

Disobedience resulted in punishment. Solitude.

The brown sleeve of his suit shifted upwards and showed the skin of his wrist. She saw a chance...and she took it. The girl tried to pull away from the man's hand once again but it was fruitless. In the heat of the moment, she bit him. He cried out in shock and loosened his hold.

But that was all she needed, even if only for a split second. With that, she bolted. Running from the shadows that haunted her in her home, the fear, the constant weighing of mournful hallways that used to be filled with laughter now empty with nothing but saddened memories.

She ran.

Ran past the townspeople who gasped at the crying girl. Past the stores and homes that circled around the Heartfilia mansion. Into the forest and through to a bridge where she collapsed on the rotting wood that creaked under her weight.

Heavy sobs wracked her young body and tears that were ones of utter sorrow slid down her face.

"Mother! Come back! I need you! Mummy!" She screamed as she balled up her fists, kneeling on the floor. Flashes of a beautiful woman with golden hair and the most lovely caramel eyes smiling kindly at her filled her mind. Within her spike of emotion, she almost missed the soft whine that ensnared her attention. Her head lifted from the wood that was stained with her large wet tears.

Chocolate brown eyes widened as they took in a beast.

It was a dragon, no doubt about it. It had ruby scales that shone dimly in the evening sun. Under it, from the bottom of its jaw going through its underbelly to the ends of its tail was an eggshell birch. She gasped, hand shooting to her mouth as it's onyx eyes met hers. She felt inclined to scream, but not in terror nor to alert others, but purely out of wonder. She'd never seen a dragon before.

She'd heard of them, in her large trading port of a town, but only tales spun from an elder's mind and the news of rampaging ones from other districts. She cocked her head to the side, thinking that they should've been be bigger than the size before her, even as a dragonling...according to the stories.

If they were truly this small when young, would they grow large enough to demolish an entire range of mountains with just a flick of its tail? Was it then false that a dragon towered over mountains and the tips of its horn protruded the heavens? Did it not feast on villagers as newborns to grow? There was even one particular legend about how there were a breed whose self defence was shooting it's excrement out.

Truth be told, she found that particular breed of dragon hard to believe.

But she was shocked nonetheless. This one looked nothing like the pictures she'd drawn nor the sketches displayed in the town. Whatever painting of the beast she may have once had in her mind shattered in an instant. It let out another whine. The beast was certainly captivating as it was precious.

Before she could register her movements, she was already approaching it carefully.

"Hey there little one." She cooed softly. Wonder had now replaced her despair and she was grateful. The dragon's eyes widened before running back a few paces. She continued to follow it slowly, but allowed herself to remain in its view at all times. The chocolate eyed girl couldn't help but feel as if she were intruding. But nonetheless, she continued to keep eye contact with the creature, only displaying what she hoped looked like kindness in her eyes.

"My name is Lucy," She introduced soothingly. She paused for a moment when it hissed. "Shh, don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." Lucy smiled, but it didn't seem to think so. Within seconds, it had already turned tail and ran though the dense thicket.

The effect was instantaneous.

Lucy felt excitement filling her up to her very brim before she let out a ear-splitting squeal. It was no surprise that the noise had attracted townspeople came rushing towards her like a stampede. An old man came tumbling through the brush first.

"What's wrong Lady Lucy?" He asked, voice slightly panicked. She grinned at him, pure joy rushing through her bones.

"I saw a dragon!" She responded gleefully. The man's eyes widened. He was rendered nothing but a gaping mess for a moment. "It was a baby! It really was quite extravagant!" She continued with a far off look in her shining eyes. The broken-toothed man was about to scold her for making up stories when a young lady came. Her red hair was tied up in a tight bun and her blue eyes were harsh.

"Oh really my dear? That's lovely. Let's take you back to the mansion then." The seamstress cut in, gripping the blonde by the shoulders and steering her away. The smile fell from her face as she became aware of the fact that she'd be returning to the very place she had attempted to escape from. Lucy tried pulling away, but the movement didn't even faze the lady. The iron hold on her shoulders was too strong and she reluctantly gave in.

Preparing herself for the sure punishment awaiting her.

And that's the first chapter!