Everything was perfect. The sparkling lights, the glamorous ballroom, the exquisite food.
Everything was so perfect until that unfortunate day, my life turned upside down.
My name is Lucy Hearfilia. 17, bright blond hair, chocolate brown eyes. I lived a life filled with diamond necklaces, stunning dresses, and elegant parties. My dad, Jude Heartfilia was a successful businessman. It didn't matter how much I spent or bought. I had everything anyone in the world would want! But one day, something tragic happened. On my 12th birthday, I saw a frightening sight. My uncle found my dad . . . DEAD! His lifeless body was hung headless on the crystal chandelier in his room. The once majestic floor was now splattered all over with his crimson blood. My dad's head lay on the ground underneath the body with open eyes. Suddenly, the mouth opened and spoke three
confusing words. Still shaken up now, I continue thinking about this haunting sentence. "Beware the fifth." What can that possibly mean?
It's been 5 years already, but at times, I still hear his ominous voice. As for my mother, she has betrayed me. After the funeral, my uncle proposed to her and she surprised me by accepting his offer. She told me we had no other choice. That she was doing it "for the sake of my future." But I something smells fishy and ominous about my uncle. Every time I walk past him, he shoots me an eerie glare. I have been searching for who or what "the fifth" means, but so far, bad luck. Everywhere I search, everyone I ask would shake their heads and deny knowing anything. It's like whoever this "the fifth" is, has removed all information about himself. But I know two things for sure; "the fifth" has tremendous power and his next victim is . . . me.
My search for my father's murderer has gotten somewhat
dangerous. Today, I found an old, abandoned library that might hold answers to my questions . As I walked past the windows, I saw a dark shadow. For some reason, the wind started getting colder. The sky got darker. My hands turned clammy and shook as I opened the library's door. I went inside and instinctively whipped my head around to scan
the room for any useful information about "the fifth." My eyes finally rested on a book. It was different than the rest. The buttery
leather cover was embedded with precious jewels, the pages looked old and battered. In fancy golden letters were the words,
The Magician's Family Tree. I quickly snatched the book and headed for the door. Maybe the Fifth was related to the "Magician."
I turned around and, there, on the shelf, was an old-fashioned doll staring right at me. It was one of those vintage porcelain
dolls. It's empty beady eyes were as black as night. It's creamy, milky skin pale as ever, it grinned at me mysteriously, as if full
of delicious secrets. I ran out of the building, clutching the book tightly, and hurried to get as far away as possible.
"Clrrr clunk, clrrr clunk." Someone was following me. I slowly turned around. My eyes widened in fear. Right behind me was . . .
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