This is my first fanfiction so please be nice! I know that the first chapter or two might be vague but bear with me please it will get better I promise. I do not own Fairy Tail even though I wish I did. If I did though, Nalu would have already happened.
Lucy's POV
I pushed through the brush without a sound. Distantly I could hear a waterfall, which meant a stream, which meant water. I hadn't had anything to drink in days. Going to the small town in the middle of nowhere had been a horrible idea from the start, but I was getting desperate.
Dead end.
Just another dead end.
The so called 'witch' that lived in the town was just a fake pretending to read people's futures for money, which had been obvious. Since couldn't even read tea leaves correctly, I knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to help me.
I had gotten out of that town as quickly as I could. Biting my lip to keep myself from crying, I came across a stream.
Water. Getting down on my knees, I gulped as much of the liquid as I could before filling up an empty canteen in my bag. Walking upstream for a mile or two should bring me to the waterfall, where I could rest before moving on.
By the time I got to the waterfall, it was nearly sunset. I would have to continue through the night if I wanted to make it over the border in time. Oh well, I suppose one more night without sleep wouldn't hurt me too bad. I trudged along the stream until the sound of rushing water grew louder in my ears. Only then did I dare look anywhere but straight ahead.
The waterfall was beautiful. The water spilled out over a type of cliff and fell gently down the rocks. Though still a good twenty feet away, the spray was slowly soaking me. I smiled for the first time in weeks and let the beauty overwhelm me. Sitting on a smooth, steady rock near the falls, I rested my aching legs and allowed my eyes to rest. Constantly on the run meant constantly on edge, and these rare moments of peace were to be savored.
I took a moment to examine myself.
My blond hair, though once golden and silky, fell in tangles. It had grown a good four or five inches in the past few months, so I would have to cut it soon. My hands were crusted and dirty, with mud under my fingernails. I was wearing dirty black jeans that allowed plenty of movement for my travels and the occasional fight with a bandit or thief that I would cross paths with. I had a black cloth wrapped around my cleavage instead of a shirt because mine had been torn to shreds days ago. Black boots topped off my appearance and though I couldn't see them, I was sure that there were bags under my dull, lifeless brown eyes.
I looked up to see the sun setting in the sky. Too soon. But I had to move. Always move forward, never look back. It was the most important of the few rules I followed. 1. Always move forward, never look back. 2. Travel alone, so as not to be betrayed or slowed down. 3. Emotion is weakness. These rules kept me alive. I never showed emotion. I never cried, never laughed, rarely smiled. And most importantly, I never showed fear. I never took along companions, not even when they desperately needed me. I always moved on. Never in the same place twice. Never return somewhere you have already been. Except for that place, of course.
Time to move again. I stood and welcomed the cover of darkness before setting out once more, on the never ending journey that was my life.
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