Date of revision: 16 Oct., 2017

Minor changes only.

Fairy Tail does not belong to me, but my OCs do!


It hurt.

The young girl shivered on the hard floors of the jail, the cold seeping through the rips and tears of her thin clothing. Her arms wrapped around her torso, her right hand applying pressure on the wound on her side, and she cried out as a pain similar to a thousand needles piercing infected flesh lanced through her side. She squeezed her eyes shut, humming a familiar simple tune to take her mind off the pain.

Cold arms enveloped her quivering body, but she shied away with a desperate plea, not wanting to be touched by yet another human being. "Shhh, Lucy, it's only me." At his soft voice, Lucy released a desperate wail, relaxing and leaning into his trusted arms. "What happened? What did they do?" His hands ghosted over the cuts and bruises, and she winced when they touched a particularly sore spot. "Shit," he hissed when he noticed the state of her back and side.

"That's a bad word," Lucy mumbled, giggling as pure exhaustion settled deep into her muscles. Her eyelids fluttered, but a gentle shake of her shoulders prevented her from lapsing into much needed sleep. She groaned.

"Stay with me, Luce," he pleaded. "Don't close your eyes."

"I'll handle her," a new voice said. "You can give her to me. You can trust me." Lucy smiled, recognizing the lower and smooth timbre of the voice. Her arms, shaking, lifted towards the new voice, and a new pair of arms- much larger and warmer than the first- enveloped her slack body. "It's okay, Lucy, I'm here."

Lucy smiled again, her eyelids drooping lazily once more. "Loke," she mumbled before the darkness welcomed her with open arms.


"Lord Gurney wishes to see you, Agent Lucy." Almost all talking ceased as eyes turned to the apathetic blonde sitting in the corner of the mess hall, alone. Whispers arose, people talking and gossiping amongst themselves.

"Lord Gurney?"

"What would the head want with her?"

"She's the best agent we've got. Is it really that much of a surprise?"

"Wait, wait, she's in the special force, isn't she?"

"Of course she would be summoned. I'm so jealous…."

"Maybe he'll give her a promotion?"

"She'll be the head of the Council at this rate."

Without a word, Lucy abruptly stood, the chair she was sitting in clattering harshly onto the floor, and a dark aura surrounded her and choked those around her. It was so damn annoying when people gossiped, so much so when they did it right in front of the person herself. She walked towards Takashi, her heels clicking almost ominously against the tiled floor and left a trail of silence in her wake. Lucy smirked, the first sign of emotion shown all morning. 'Good,' she thought. 'Gossip when I'm gone, you fools.'

Lucy followed the quiet man through the twisting hallways of the complex building. "What does Lord Gurney want with me today, Takashi?"

"The full details were not relayed to me, but I believe he has a mission for you."

"Another? Only two days have passed since my last one."

"It seems that this one is of the most importance, Lucy." Lucy nodded, and the rest of the journey to the head of the Anti-Magic Department was filled with silence.

Finally, they reached large, oaken doors, the insignia of the Department carved into the middle, gold glinting against the dull backdrop of the dim lights. Takashi opened the door, bowing slightly as she stepped in. "Lord Gurney," Lucy murmured, dropping her right knee to the ground, her left knee bent and right fist over her chest. Her eyes remained closed, head bent in a position of respect until the Head spoke.

"Miss Heartfilia," the lord said, "you may rise." Lucy heeded his words, her brown eyes meeting Gurney's. A picture of calculated confidence, the man had his hands clasped on his lacquered desk, his steel-gray eyes coldly observing the two before him. A scar marred his otherwise handsome face, but for Lucy, the knowledge of his cruel deeds against mages and non-mages alike forever blemished him as the nastiest man alive to her. "Lieutenant Takashi, I ask that you please leave the two of us alone. Miss Heartfilia and I have matters to discuss privately." The young man nodded stiffly, his eyes briefly meeting with Lucy's in a rare display of worry. Slowly rising, Takashi exited the room, never once raising his head or showing his back to the lord, the large oaken doors closing behind him with a click. "Lucy Heartfilia," Gurney purred, his silky-smooth voice sending unpleasant chills down Lucy's spine, "you've heard of the rogue group of mages who call themselves Fairy Tail, I presume?"

"Of course. My team and I once attempted to gather intel on the underground guild, but they proved to be quite evasive." She inwardly winced, rolling her shoulders as she remembered the severe punishment she received for her team when they came back empty handed.

Gurney smiled at her unconscious action. "They're a relatively new group, but they've been proving to be a huge pain in our ass for quite a while now. Fortunately, after months and months of surveying, we finally gathered enough intel to know where their main HQ is and who their leader is. Well… more or less." He hummed noncommittally, taking out a Manila folder and passing it to her. "Sit, this is going to take a while." Lucy silently sat on one of the leather chairs near her and opened the file. She stared down at the blurry picture of a cloaked man, the hood down to reveal spiky, pink hair. Something niggled at the back of her mind—she had seen him before, but where?— but she quickly squashed it, focusing instead on Gurney's words. "Salamander, otherwise known as Natsu Dragneel," Gurney said, and recognition flashed in her eyes, "suspected leader of the underground guild known as Fairy Tail. He is supposedly a user of fire magic, if the states of the towns he was reportedly seen in were any indication. The degree of damage is quite severe, so we assume that he possesses not just any ordinary style of fire magic— if anything, we assume that it's dragon slayer magic."

Lucy's head snapped up, her eyebrows rising in disbelief. "Dragon slayer magic? But isn't that style a lost art?"

"It is, which is why it puts him as Top Priority Fugitive, along with his other companions." Lucy flipped to the other page, this time holding a picture of a half-naked man wielding a spear made of ice and a redheaded woman wearing armor of seemingly impregnable steel and a gleaming sword in her hands. Both mages were next to a cloaked figure that was no doubt Natsu Dragneel, their faces twisted in fierce concentration. All three held defensive stances, fighting an unseen enemy in the thick woods Lucy assumed was near Worth Woodsea. "The woman on the right of Salamander is the feared Titania, holder of Requip magic unlike any, making her a dangerous foe for us and the country."

"Wait, wait, wait." Lucy tapped the face of the ferocious woman. "Erza Scarlet," she said. "She was captured by Delta Team years prior until she escaped months after her capture. Are you telling me we had the infamous Titania in our grasp and allowed her to escape right after?"

A vicious sneer twisted Gurney's face, and he leaned forward, his face inches away from Lucy's own. "Incompetent people tend to lose the most, don't they, Lucy?" Lucy gave no response, her own eyes boring into Gurney as if it were a challenge, absolutely refusing to allow the fear paralyzing her insides to show. The tension in the room slowly climbed until Gurney relaxed, leaning back into his chair, his face back to the emotionless façade she knew. As if nothing had happened, he continued, only his tight voice belying his collected form, "While we do have her identity in our records, what use is a name if we do not have the person, Miss Heartfilia?" Lucy pursed her lips as Gurney pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Anyways," he said, "the boy to Salamander's left is Gray Fullbuster, also known as the Ice Maestro. With a great arsenal of ice magic spells to his bidding, Gray and his ice alone had defeated several of my and Fernandes's teams. We assume that it was because of his mentor— Ur, a former candidate for the Ten Wizard Saints prior to the Isvan Conflict— Gray is able to have such an impressive hold over his ice magic."

"Hmm," Lucy hummed, her eyes narrowing in recognition upon hearing Ur's name. As a powerful mage— so powerful that she was a contender for becoming one of the Ten Wizard Saints, a title given to ten powerful mages from the former Magic Council that helped rule over the Ishgar peninsula— Ur had been a huge advocate for the use of magic, which many citizens feared due to the many corrupt mages that terrorized them, even taking in two orphans to teach them her style of magic. Unfortunately, the betrayal of her daughter, Ultear Milkovich, and a beast borne from very dark magic— the demon Deliora, Lucy recalled— led to the powerful mage sacrificing herself. The carnage left behind from the beast, one of the casualties being one of Ur's students, led to a huge uproar— the Isvan Conflict, which many considered to be the driving point of the Fiore Rebellion and resulting war. "Do you think that his powers surpass even Ur's own?"

"Unfortunately so," Gurney confirmed grimly. "Because of him, Titania, and Salamander, many more of our citizens are in danger of the magic they claim to be 'harmless,'" he spat.

Lucy ignored Gurney's obvious disgust and focused on the lone picture in the files. "They're a team," Lucy murmured, recognizing the synergy of the trio even past the stillness of a photograph. "For Fairy Tail…" Lucy frowned, the cogs in her brain spinning once she realized something, or, rather, the lack of.

"Yes," Gurney said, his eyes on the younger girl, "the most dangerous. They've recruited several potential mages and mages-in-hiding and, on more than one occasion, broke into high-security prisons to retrieve their guildmates and allies. Their most recent raid was two months ago in Shirotsume, where they freed the Twin Dragons. We are unsure of their current location or what the trio's next task is."

"And you want me to capture them before they do any more damage."

"More or less. Go to the next page." Lucy followed his order, her eyes roving over the information on the page as Gurney elaborated, "As I've said before, one of my teams— along with a couple of Fernandes's— managed to track down the main headquarters of the Fairy Tail guild to an inconspicuous pub in Magnolia's city center." Lucy stared at the rather homey, two-story building nestled between much larger ones, a scarlet sign reading, 'The Dragon's Head.' Had she not been told that it housed rebels threatening to overthrow the fragile peace in Fiore, she would've overlooked the tiny place. "I want you to infiltrate their so-called 'guild.'"

Lucy met Gurney's eyes, her eyebrows quirking. "Wouldn't it be easier to capture Fairy Tail's strongest and only team instead? Fairy Tail acts on a set of morals— if their actions were any indication— and rescuing guildmates and allies seem to be one of their main principles, especially if one of the captured is their leader."

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. Have you not been paying attention at all to any of past happenings, or, at the very least, what I said?" Lucy bristled, highly offended at the jab to her intelligence. "While breaking out those close to them is a constant theme, the fairies are careful little bastards. Because of them, my authority is not as potent as it used to be." He gritted his teeth as his eyes lost focus for just a second; had Lucy not been as trained as she was, she wouldn't have noticed such a moment of weakness. "I no longer can capture fugitives based on suspicions alone. No, we need substantial evidence. That's where you come in. We want a permanent solution, something that will bring those pesky little fairies to their knees." A smirk slowly crept its way onto his face, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood. "And what better way than to infiltrate their guild, earn their trust, and kill Natsu Dragneel?"


"One year is more than enough time to earn their trust. Unfortunately, it also means you'll be gone from daily procedures for one year. To remedy that, you will write a report that you will send monthly, on the basis that it is a novel you are writing in case someone asks."

She packed little despite the long mission ahead, but she decided it would be better to buy clothes once she reached Magnolia. After all, her new persona often traveled, and as one previously herself, travelers always packed light. She brushed her hair, now only barely touching her shoulders, satisfied at the crass and almost uneven way it looked; it wasn't perfect, but she wasn't looking for perfect. At least, Lucy Ashley didn't.

"Your new name is Lucy Ashley, age 23. Your father died in the rebellion, and you were left fending for yourself in the streets in Crocus after the death of your mother, keeping your magic a secret in fear of being identified as a mage. Upon hearing of the Fairy Tail guild and their mission, you scoured Fiore in search of them. It's not exactly a sob story, but it's vague, yet believable enough. Meanwhile, changing your appearance is entirely up to you. All the mages you helped capture are either on our side or still rotting in prison. There is no way for those fairies to recognize you, even for someone your status." There he paused. "You've done a wonderful job with your enigmatic identity, Lucy Heartfilia."

She left with Takashi before daybreak, the stars and soft glow of the street lights being their only sources of light. The cloaks they wore to protect their identity were usually used for keeping warmth, any decorum that their titles held achingly absent from their person. To any observing outsider, the two were just a normal couple out on an early walk, and they would rather keep it that way. Subtlety was their friend, both as soldiers of the Council and as spies for the country.

"Although we will provide you with an apartment, we will only pay for the first two weeks upon your arrival, so I recommend that you get a job to pay for your stay there. A drawback, yes, but it will draw much suspicion if you don't have a job yet still be able to pay for rent."

The train station was void of all people, the hour being far too early for most citizens in Crocus. The train that would take Lucy to Magnolia slowly chugged into view, the sounds seeming like thunder against the silent backdrop of the early morning. Takeshi handed the bag in his hands to Lucy and saluted. "Good luck, agent," he murmured in his language, inclining his head in respect. Lucy nodded tersely, allowing a sliver of a smile to ghost her lips.

"Your story and life must be fluid, no holes whatsoever, so most, if not all, details about yourself should be personal. It is, however, likely that the fairies have a memory mage to verify your story, which is why this vial here is to be taken daily. Further instructions will be on the paper here."

Her legs stretched out, Lucy settled down on the comfy seat of the train compartment, her arms crossed behind her neck.

"Oh, and Lucy?"

Lucy glanced out the slowly lightening sky, taking in the beauty of the last twinkling stars.

"If you fail to complete this mission…"

Her fingers tapped against the wooden armrest.

"... I will kill your precious little son with my bare hands."

Her eyes closed.

'Fuck you, Gurney. He's your son, too.'


So the last line wasn't even supposed to be there, but I decided to be nice and give you guys a little more background to Lucy's dark past.

Estimated Word Count: 2800 words

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