Hey! I'm making another story hehe... I hope you like it! Will also include Gruvia later on
Discalimer: Fairy Tail and its characters belongs to Hiro Mashima
Not Even a Spell
Chapter 1: Unexpected Misfortune
With a haste swipe at my forehead, I wiped the slick sweat off my head, and continued with my work. From what I'd gathered, goblins had wandered into this territory, most likely in search for treasures. Which they weren't about to steal. I added the final ingredient to the brew, a sliver of white-capped mushroom, and the brew responded with a healthy explosion of emerald-green fog. The fog spilled out the sides of the well-worn cauldron like streams of water. I hurried over towards my bottle-rack I had mounted onto the wall, and gathered several glass bottles. I rushed back to the over-flowing cauldron, popped the cork off a bottle, and dipped it into the green liquid. With a careful eye, I held the now filled bottle up, allowing the sunlight to stream through the liquid so that I could see everything went well with the brewing.
"Another perfect recipe!" I exclaimed to no one in particular.
"What was that, Lucy?" A voice inquired from the spacious archway that led into my designated alchemy area.
"I finished another potion successfully! Now those wretched goblins will learn to stay away from here!" I cheered, and turned to focus back on filling a few more bottles with my freshly brewed potion.
"Ew, there are goblins here?" The squeaky voice screeched, and I let out a small chuckle.
"Yes, and I'd like to keep them away so they don't steal any of my jewels or kill any of my animals." The bluish-grey cat hopped onto the tree stump I used as a table and his white-dipped tail was a hook in the air as he watched me with mild curiosity.
"You don't think they'll eat all the fish, right?" He whimpered, and I gave him a soft pat on the head as another chuckle slipped from my tongue.
"No I highly doubt it. Goblins aren't too fond of water."
"Yay! More fish for me!" He cheered, and I pushed the cork back into the final bottle with a smile.
After arranging the potions onto my leather belt that hung around my waist, my familiar and I made our way down to the river to fish, me using my rope net I had spun, and the cat using his paws and teeth.
By the time we had caught an abundant amount of fish, night had fallen over the forest like a deep purple blanket. The night sky was sprinkled with stars, and I was able to identify the constellations before the two of us entered the giant oak tree we called home.
"Lucy!" Happy whined, drawing out my name longer than he should have.
"What?" I asked, setting down the handsome net-full of scaled creatures.
"Can we have salmon tonight? Please?" He pleaded, and I was soon sighing in defeat, preparing my oven and cooking tools to cook the sizeable salmon.
After we finished the majority of the meal, we washed up and tucked ourselves into bed for the night, and I was soon greeted with dreams of golden meadows and dancing deer.
I awoke the next morning, and I peeked out the window left of my bed to find the sun had just hauled itself up over the horizon. Its generous rays adorned the lush forest with a warm golden light, so I climbed out of bed to make myself a quick breakfast. I strolled down the oaken staircase, still trying to detangle my golden tresses. I finally reached the bottom floor, where my comfortable kitchen awaited. After collecting freshly laid eggs from the chicken coop in the back of the house, I started on a breakfast that would satisfy me until lunchtime. While I let my breakfast sit for a minute while it cooked, I ran upstairs to my brewing station and rummaged through a potion rack for a few moments until I found the item I had in mind.
"Looks fine," I murmured to myself as I examined the potion I had made a while back; a good luck potion. I rushed back to my kitchen, and in perfect timing, to add two drops of the potion into the simmering meal. I pulled the pan off of the tamed fire and added a few spices before spilling the food onto a wooden plate and sitting down in my favorite seat to enjoy it.
"Happy!" I called out to my talkative familiar. "I'll be back soon, probably around lunchtime. I'm going out to make the barrier for the goblins!" I shouted, and I heard a faint "aye!" come from higher in the tree. I fastened my potions on my belt again, making sure they wouldn't clang around as I walked.
Somewhere along the way of returning from pouring the potion in a ring shape around my claimed land, I heard a soft rustle in the bushes behind me. It didn't sound anything like I'd ever heard in these parts, and I felt a rush of fear numb my body like ice-cold water. Almost hesitantly, I angled my deer-like ears, trying to pick up another sound from that direction. I was answered with nothing after a few agonizing moments, so I turned back towards the direction of my house. Not a long while later, I heard another soft rustle in the brush.
"Hello?" I asked, raising my voice slightly, but once again, I was answered with nothing. It really was a strange sound. It sounded too heavy for a rabbit, yet too light for an elk or even a deer. What kind of creature was it? The same question thundered around in my head for hours. When I tidied up the house a bit, when I prepared lunch for Happy and I, when I tended to my garden. It really was troubling, and despite my attempts to stop the menacing thoughts, nothing worked.
Finally, as it neared dusk, I wandered mindlessly out the door, and made my way to my comforting flower garden. I could always clear my thoughts there, distract myself from the sometimes too-harsh reality. My regular spot in the center of the garden sat patiently, waiting for me to step with grateful feet into its reassuring circle, and plop down to gaze at appearing stars above me. So that's what I did. With my legs tucked underneath me, I tilted my head skywards, smiling softly at the stellar lights. While in my phase of tranquility, I failed to notice the footsteps softer than a whisper. Only until a rough, yet warm hand wrapped around my mouth did I notice another's presence.
"Finally found you, woodland witch," A menacingly velvety voice cooed into my ear, and the vessel for the voice bound my hands behind me, and I felt the sturdy material that held me captive tighten with a spell unknown to me.
Guess that luck potion really had expired.