Summary: After being forgotten by the guild for two months, Lucy is sent a mysterious package... from who she thinks is her mother. Embarking on a journey to find the truth, Lucy discovers things she could have never imagined. With newfound powers, how will Lucy Lucy fight the darkness that shadows over her. Will she be able to survive long enough to see the faces of her nakama once again?
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Disclaimer: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.
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The Grand Magic Games had finally finished, and the whole fiasco with the dragons had also been solved.
Magnolia was as busy as ever and Faiy Tail was also at the peak of its strength.
But, even though everything seemed okay on the outside, it wasn't so good for a certain golden haired beauty of Fairy Tail.
For others, the GMG and dragon attack left them born anew, stronger both mentally and physically, but for Lucy, it merely confirmed her greatest fears.
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She was weak.
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Unable to defeat Flare, or Minerva, and having to be protected by her nakama when the dragons came.
It made her feel fragile and useless.
It definitely didn't help her inner turmoil when Lissanna came back and everybody rejoiced.
It wasn't the party that made her so broken, she thought Lissanna truly deserved the love.
If she had thought Natsu died and he somehow made it back to her, she would do the same.
No.
It definitely wasn't Lissanna.
It was her precious nakama and guild that had caused her heart to shatter.
Scratch that, she thought.
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It was the realization.
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The sudden understanding she got when her teammates brushed her aside and fought over the white-haired girl.
It was when the guild members never let her bond with the young Strauss and acted as if she wasn't there.
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It was when she realized she was just a replacement.
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The thought sent sharp jabs of pain through her already damaged heart.
They had used her, played with her genuine love, and then tossed her aside when they'd gotten the original back.
There was no use for her anymore.
Lucy walked out of the warm and noisy guild, and as it had been for the past two months, nobody noticed or said goodbye.
The sun shone brightly onto the bustling streets but all Lucy could feel was the coldness in her chest.
She stumbled through the crowds, her mind hazy and her eyes blurry from the overflow of emotions.
She had just barely made it to the apartment and collapsed in front of her door, her hands trembling as she attempted to fit the key in the lock, in which she failed.
Lucy couldn't bear it anymore and instead let the hot tears flow from her eyes, her body vibrating from the muffled sound of her sobs.
After about half an hour later of strangled cries and a few moments of recollection, she slowly stood up and opened the door.
Her lips were chapped and her eyes red-rimmed from the many tears that had come from them, while her her hair looked as if she'd been through a storm with all the tugging she had done to it.
Lucy couldn't help but look at the mirror and smile sadly, almost amused at how she had become.
After taking a bath to calm herself down and getting dressed in her usual pajamas, Lucy sat down at her desk and looked around her room.
A month ago, Team Natsu would've been already lounging around here, Gray stripping, Erza eating her cake, and Natsu and Happy lying on her bed or snooping through her underwear drawer again.
Her eyes went downcast at the thought of them and she sighed before turning her chair back towards the desk.
Then, she began to write one of her daily letters to her mother.
In it, she wrote of her pain, and how she missed her, and how she had come to accept that she was merely a replacement to the guild, a replacement for their beloved Lissanna.
By the time she was finished, it was already dark outside and she got up and started heading to bed.
She had just laid down when she heard a knock at her door.
Who on Earthland would be at her door at this time?
Could it possibly be…
Her comrades…?
Excitement surged through Lucy and she threw the covers off of her and rushed to answer the door.
She stopped for a few seconds, trying to make herself presentable, before all but throwing the door open.
She faced disappointment when the toothy grin of the boy she loved was nowhere to be seen.
Trying to tell herself that she hadn't been getting her hopes up, she was about to close the door when she spotted a package in front of her door.
A package at this time of night?
"Nani? " Lucy stared at the package in confusion before picking it up.
Couldn't they have just waited until tomorrow morning?
Sighing, she decided to bring the box inside, and placing it on her desk, she climbed back into bed, too lazy to open it.
After about 10 minutes of tossing and turning she ripped her blankets off and stomped to the mysterious box.
Curiousity won over exhaustion, and she sat down to see who the sender was.
To her surprise, there was no labels on the box, not even a postage stamp.
It was just a plain, brown cardboard box.
It wasn't very heavy, either, probably weighing about 5-10 lbs.
Her interest piqued, Lucy carefully cut the box open, and pulled back the flaps to finally reveal what was inside.
Her eyes widened to their maximum size and she almost dropped the scissors onto her foot.
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A book.
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A picture book, actually.
The front drawing was beautiful, but the title words were uneven and a bit sloppy, almost as if a child had written it.
And a child had written it.
Looking at the book brought a wave of nostalgia over Lucy and she delicately traced her fingers over the books edges and front cover, defining all of the ridges and bumps.
Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes and she let out a wet chuckle.
The front title showed an image of a glittering sky and a vast green land with a sapphire ocean nd red sand.
The title said, "The Elements of Infinity!" complete with a bunch of pink hearts in various shades and sizes.
Lucy definitely remembered what this was.
This was the book she had made with her mother when she was young.
She remembered sitting on her mother's lap and drawing together with her while Capricorn stood watching from the side, smiling at the heartwarming sight.
Remembering her mother in her time of sorrow made her burst into another round of tears.
Oh Mavis, she was acting like such a child, crying at every little thing.
She laughed, wiping away her tears until realization hit her and her brows furrowed.
What the hell?
How did this, which was in her mother's possession, get here, of all places?
Lucy's eyes widened and she immediately sobered up.
Her mother had kept this because Lucy had given it to her, and even then, how did this person know her address?
If this wasn't shipped here…
That must mean somebody had tracked her and personally left it at her doorstep.
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Somebody that knew her mother.
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With trembling hands, Lucy lifted the book up again.
She scoured her brain for what the story had been about.
"I think I remember… what was it again…?"
She grit her teeth in irritation and flipped to the first page.
A picture of a little girl and a large meadow appeared and she immediately knew it.
"Ah! I remember now!" she smiled, feeling accomplished.
"It was…etoh… it was about a little girl going into a forest and getting lost…" she squinted her eyes in concentration as she tried to continue.
"And then she finds a treasure box… and becomes a celestial master…"
Lucy's eyes furrowed deeply and she continued, the plot coming to her easily.
"And then… a devil appears and tries to take her powers, but she beats him, and he escapes…"
This story was weird, she decided. And, plus, a celestial master? What the heck was that supposed to be?
"Oh! Then, these people come to her and she becomes stronger and she defeats the devil!"
Lucy smiled, satisfied with herself for having finished the story.
Flipping through the photos, she saw the detail her mother had put into the book.
Wait.
She flipped back to the first page and her eyes narrowed in shock.
The little girl was dressed in a pink dress and her hair was a golden shade of blonde- the same exact shade of Lucy's.
Suddenly, it all came together and Lucy stumbled backward from the mentality of it all.
Trying to even out her heavy breathing and cool down her sweaty palms, Lucy sat on her bed, the thoughts racing in her head.
It was a message.
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Her mother was alive.