Animal, Person…Or Dragon
Goldilocks: That one is too hot! That one is too cold! That one is just right!
Goldilocks and the dragon, princess and knight
She could see the mist overwhelming the mountain range's peaks from the forest that welcomed her below with its outstretched branches. Dusk had already come to pass quite some time ago. Roaming around on her lonesome, in the dark of the night, was not safe for a woman. More importantly, a beautiful young blonde.
Her many keys— mostly decorative— dangled at her waist, attached to her belt. They jingled with every step she took. Lucy Heartfilia had no inkling of where she was. She was getting more and more nervous every time a second flew by. Her sense of direction was lacking and the wild did not accommodate a hot, steamy bath and a good book, much to Lucy's dismay.
The reason for the woman's dangerous predicament was completely due to her car braking down. The gas tank had run dry from the hole that she had not known she had. The most reasonable thing for any stranded person to do without an extra can of fuel in the trunk or cellphone service, was to stay on the main road and try to find the nearest petrol station. Or at least remain in the car with the hazards flicking, waiting for another vehicle to pass by.
Tactlessly, Lucy decided to take the dark, scary scenic route; the forest. She didn't think it her fault for getting lost. She thought she had seen a bear whilst she was checking her engine…so she fled. Her mind was actually playing tricks with her frenzied state for the bear was truly an oddly shaped berry bush. Nevertheless, Lucy didn't stop running until a few minutes later. That was when the chance of finding her way back to her little blue automobile (that she named Plue) had gotten thrown out the window.
Now she was stranded, lost beyond a measure of a doubt. Lucy had already given up trying to find her way, and now she was sitting on a large rock, head encased in her unsteady hands. She was mumbling somewhat in an understandable one-worded chant. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." She repeated for the umpteenth time, voice whispering, shaking her head vigorously side to side. It seemed Lucy shaking her head was a sign of not accepting the dilemma she had unwittingly put herself in.
As she sat on the rock, she pondered. The blonde's mind was on the reason why she was driving in an underpopulated area, on the road of one of Newfoundland's (Canada) more southern boreal forests in the first place. The woman was certain bears and wolves surmounted the human population in this area of the province by a land slide.
It was all for her work, you see she was a striving author, trying to be noticed in the literary world. Even though it was a tough world to live in for beginner writers, she still loved it. Writing was her dream, the goal in life she wanted to attain without any help from others. She needed to see the sweat on her brow to acknowledge victory. Lucy wanted to work hard for it, not jump three steps ahead without doing anything. Miss Heartfilia reasonably judged other women who used their beauty and flirtatious charms to accomplish and gain things they did not deserve— when others did. She was a virtuous woman, nothing or no one could ever change that.
Lucy had recently finished her first ever novel; a murder mystery. It was full of riveting suspense and of course…murder. For the past couple of months, the chocolate brown eyed writer had been showing her manuscript to many publishing companies and finally got a call from M.M.M publishing incorporated in Newfoundland. The enterprise was quite popular throughout Canada and the United-States. She suspected that the three 'Ms' stood for mystery, mayhem and murder. They were right up her alley. Nothing put her on edge more than those three topics, and for that...she loved it.
Lucy was ecstatic, the company wanted to publish her book, so they asked her to come and fill out the papers and sign the contract to make it official, but the problem was that Lucy lived in Montreal. However, she found her way around the obstacle. She took a plane and then rented a car—the blue one she had named for the fun of it—to get to her destination. Once checked into her hotel, the only one she could find at a reasonable price, she bought a map and set out to M.M.M publishing incorporated. Along the way, she made a wrong turn unknowingly and now she was here, on a rock.
Lucy pulled out her cellphone, holding it up into the air, trying hard to find a signal, even standing on the rock didn't raise the signal bars. When she needed it the most, her phone was useless. Out of anger, she chucked her phone to the ground, yet then regretted it for she then picked it up, trying to fix the shattered device. Now she was without a cellphone.
Resonating from the deep thick woods, noises were heard: rustling in the bushes, twigs being trudged upon, melancholic howls emanating from the turbulent winds and owls crying out into the night. The hairs on the back of Lucy's neck stood upright. She felt like a presence was eying her, lurking in the shadows of the night. It was the first time in her young life that she feared for her life. Being attacked by a ferocious animal was not the way she wanted to go.
She tried to comfort herself, saying that she was just being irrational, the research she did for her novel was making her think too much about murder. Soothing her self-doubts about being logical was not working and Heartfilia started to look around, searching for anything or anyone who may be hidden in the shadows. Nothing came to her eye, but she was sure something was close by.
Colour drained from her face, she wanted so badly to get out of there, crawl inside her safe bed and stay there for a while. Sadly, hiding was not an option.
Lucy mustered up all her courageous strength and continued walking through the woods, hopping down from the rock she was perched on. She concluded that she had more chance of encountering the answer for her problem by moving on. Other than staying in one spot, feeling sorry for herself.
Her pace stayed quick and steady as she trekked through muddy ground, not looking back and regretting having worn expensive shoes adorned with a small heel. Not straying from the direction she was heading in (which was north), the writer found herself walking for a lengthy period. In reality, it had only been a dozen minutes. Apparently, Lucy did not tend to wear watches, so her sense of time was not superb.
Feet aching, she wanted to rest, but she was too afraid to take a break for she still thought something was out there, observing her. "RRROOOOAAAARRRR!" A thundering loud noise echoed, hitting the mountain tops, terrifying the poor young woman out of her wits.
For a moment, she felt like she transitioned into a Fairy Tale land; she was positive she heard a dragon. Thinking that was preposterous, but a bear or any other woodland creature couldn't make that loud roar. Heartfilia knew it wasn't a dragon, but it certainly sounded like one; fierce and flamboyant.
Suddenly she was running, as far away from the roar as imaginable, trying to find somewhere she could hide…out of harm's way. She felt like a princess, running away from her captor; the fire breathing, gold hoarding dragon. The only difference was that she wasn't wearing a long beautiful dress and…dragons didn't exist. They were only a myth, superstition. Whatever the case, she didn't want to be the damsel in distress. Unless a knight in shining armor was in her story, ready to slay, conquer and rescue. Desolately, life wasn't a Fairy Tale, nowhere near it in fact.
Out of pure luck, she came across a quaint yellow cottage with a brick chimney and some decorative elements around the door and walls. The roof was covered with red tiles. It looked quite run-down, obviously had been empty for years. Adding that it was surrounded by messy overgrown plants, the roof was a catastrophe; covered in moss, and a tree was protruding out of the chimney pot. Growing vines snaked around the whole building, making it look suffocated. The front rotten wooded gate— accompanied by dead dried grass—lay flat on the ground. The hinges had corroded and became unstable, making the weight of the wooden gate break them. Stepping over the collapsed gate, Lucy continued on to the splinter infested maroon door.
Now this reminded her of the fable of Goldilocks and the three bears. Everything fitted. A gold haired female entering a strange unknown house, curious to what is inside. Albeit bears do not own houses, or are able to prepare porridge.
Legs slightly shaking, she tried the door knob and the door open easily. Only with a slight creaking noise. The interior wasn't as messy as the exterior. Yet, it was still disorderly as a teenage boy's room. Contrary to her beliefs, it seemed someone did live in the little yellow house...and with a pet. Seen amidst many food wrappers and dirty clothes, a small blue cat lazily lay on a hammock which both of its extremities were nailed to opposite ends of the walls, in the back corner.
The young adult felt sorry for the cat. Firstly for living in such a pigsty and secondly for being dyed blue (probably the owners fault). Ignoring the sleeping ball of fur, she glanced around the rest of the room, for there was only one. Many posters, pieces of scrap paper and other bits and bobs hung on the walls. A lot of them showing pictures of dragons, princesses or fearless knights. The person who lived there had a fetish for the mythical middle-ages, where children's stories about dragons and princesses originated.
On the right hand side, a large mahogany bookcase filled up the whole wall. As suspected, the books all talked about fictional dragon stories. She opened a few, looking at the pictures or sifting through the pages. Strangely, they all had untraditional twists: dragon eats knight, dragon saves princess, princess falls in love with dragon, cowardly knight runs from battle, courageous knight gets burnt to a crisp...and many more.
Whoever inhibited the house intrigued Lucy profoundly, but she didn't want to be caught red handed, sneaking into their house. She just needed to stay in there for a small amount of time. After she found a phone and called for help, she would get out. All she needed was a phone...that functioned.
She looked, searched, rummaged and ransacked, trying to find something she could use to call for help. Her search was useless, nothing in the house was of use. Letting out a long exasperated sigh, she threaded her nimble fingers through her golden locks, falling onto the small couch on the opposite end of the bookcase.
She glanced at a clock (shaped as a fairy with a tail) that hung by the door. The big hand wavered a little over the three and the small hand wavered on the two. It was 2:17 AM. No wonder her eyes began to gently close without her consent. As the woman fell asleep soundly, it seemed she really was beginning to inherit the persona of Goldilocks. She was sleeping in someone else's house. All that was needed to end this Fairy Tail was the three bears coming home from their stroll...or maybe a animal, person...or dragon?
Hey, this is my second Fairy Tail Fanfiction. Tell me what you think of this one!
This is dedicated to my mother ( I know surprising!) HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER! (probably will never see this post.)
Farewell and see you next time...
~weklshcanadian14~