The cool night air enveloped my body. Irregular and erratic shapes could be seen around me. I was running out of time.
"LUCY! GET BACK HERE!"
My father's furious roars of rage could be heard even out here in the courtyard. I increased my pace, tugging my heavy duffle bag behind me. The escape plan was working so far.I grimaced. A flash of pain shot up my foot. I was getting out of here no matter what.
Still, Perhaps I could have rethought my escape route more clearly. There was no turning back now.
"LUCY! YOU ARE IN A LOT OF TROUBLE YOUNG LADY!GET BACK HERE BEFORE YOUR PUNISHMENT GETS ANY WORSE!"I snorted. Was he still trying to bargain?
I see the edge of the Heartphilia estate. I hop over the fence and continued running. I suffered some minor scrapes on my knees. Great. Around the corner is a train station. I buy a ticket and quickly hop on the train. I briefly wonder where I'm going. I was in a rush so I didn't get to see where I was heading to. Had asked for the first one that was leaving the station.
As long as it was away from this… this… jail.
I sat down and took a deep breath. I took the time to assess myself. I had run away in the middle of one of my father's beatings so I was injured. Severely. Fortunately I had planned ahead and stashed a duffle bag full of the necessities in the bushes behind my room.
I groaned. Why did my house have to be so damn big? I was completely out of magic power. It took a lot of work teleporting from my room to the courtyard in my broken and battered state .That meant my spirits were no help either.
My previous wounds were beginning to reopen from all this movement. Bruises and whip marks covered my body. The most recent beating had been particularly harsh. It seemed that we were experiencing financial troubles or something of that sort.
This pain was expected though. With all the security and guards I had a slim of succeeding. Far better than any other options.
I had arrived. I was in Fiore.
"Interesting" I Thought. I was maybe a good 6 cities away. The pain was becoming apparent. I wasn't going to last any longer. I had maybe 30-40 minutes before I lost consciousness. I started limping quickly. I turned around the corner. I could hear lots of laughter and yelling ahead. Chances were, it was a party. That was good. That meant there were more people.
I located the building that had cued such a ruckus. I looked up. "Fairy tail" I read. Huh. What a strange name. My eyes were getting blurry. There were strange black tinges around everything. I was fighting off the darkness I saw creeping up in the corners of my vision.
I didn't have much longer.
I gathered all of my remaining strength and pushed the door open. I looked on. This "fairy tail" was full of people. They were all partying wildly just as I thought. Everyone fell silent when they saw me come in.
"Help." I managed to croak. And then I let the darkness engulf me.
Fairy tail POV
It was the same old, same old. There was a massive party as usual. Suddenly our guild doors were pushed open abruptly. Curious, everyone looked up to see who it was.
Then, they saw the girl. The girl with the terrible, horrific wounds. She had blond hair and chocolate brown eyes. However, what caught our eyes was the fact that she was covered in wounds from the top to bottom. Blood soaked through the black traveler's cloak she had on and dripping own to the ground. There was already a large pool of blood on the guild floor. Bruises and other marks were clearly visible. She had a staggering limp and seemed shaky on her feet.
It seemed like time stood still as everyone stared.
"Help." She croaked.
She then passed out. Everyone was shocked and frozen in the place. They snapped out of it though when they saw the pool of blood slowly increasing.
"Erza! Get Wendy! She's at her apartment!" Master started yelling directions
"Natsu, Cana, Happy! Help her into the infirmary! Be VERY careful not to harm her anymore!
"Mirajane, go ready all the medical supplies!"
"Jet go get Porlyusica! Her wounds look very serious!"
As everyone rushed to their jobs and others started murmuring nervously amongst themselves, the same two questions were ringing in their heads;
Who was this girl?
And where did she get such wounds?