Chapter 1

Lucy Heartfillia

(A Slight AU )SUMMARY: After Lucy's father passes away. Lucy is sent to one of her family's longtime friends, who aren't the most regular of will she live in this new crazy place like this?

A/N: First story. This could be great or..something.I'll just hope for the best.

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The sun's bright beams pierce my eyelids first thing in the morning.I groan as I sit up from where I was leaning against the hard, wooden surface of my window sill, leaving red line marks on my arm and cheek; it certainly wasn't the best place I dozed off on. I look around my room,my vision still blurred from the light blazing in from the windows, to see my messy bed covered in most of the journals I owned, from my oldest and most rough looking to my newly opened ones with smooth,glossy covers. Also the multiple loose papers with random doodles and scribbles from last night's bored Lucy, a few threatening to fall off the edge of the bed and make an even bigger mess onto the dark, hardwood floor.

The rest of my room is a completely different story. The walls were bare, the floors were swept, and the closet was rid of my most favorite clothes I decided to take with me. All that was left was the room was its furniture, the giant rug that stretched under the couch,glass coffee table and accompanying armchair, and the bookshelves with the all the books I couldn't bring with me, there was just too many!Most of my belongings were now neatly packed into a few stacked boxes in the center of the room,already packed last night onto the carriage downstairs in suitcases or still laying in small organized piles I made last night looking for something to do,( Luckily, my journals weren't packed into the carriage yet!) ready to be quickly stuffed back into their boxes or into a carry-on bag.

'That's right! It's finally moving day...' I thought, sliding out of bed to stretch my legs. It's been about 3 weeks since my father's death, of course, it shook the staff up a bit since it became quiet without him yelling orders other than the times he was working in his didn't have the best of relationships. Besides the heavy feeling I had for weeks, that was now only starting to leave, it didn't really shake me as much as the simple question, "Well, what now?"

"Mistress?" A muffled voice snaps me out of my thoughts. There was still a whole lot to be packed, especially the giant mess on my bed and on the floor I made! I quickly opened and dug through a nearby box labeled, 'Mistress' purses, bags, etc.'

Odd how even on simple moving boxes the staff still calls me, "Miss" or "Mistress".

I yell, "Coming!" to reassure the maid behind my bedroom door that I was already awake. After finding a large, old but admittedly stylish light brown leather bag that I haven't seen in ages, (must've been buried in the tangled forest of unused other purses in my closet.) I stack my journals and my papers into a (kind of)organized pile only to stuff them into the bag and then toss the bag beside the stack of the moving boxes. I walked up to my bedroom's double doors and opened them.A servant girl in a baby blue dress shifted around nervously before she went into a sharp and quick bow, "Miss, good morning. The carriage will be ready soon...Would you like me to help you dress to quicken this morning's process?".

"Oh, of course," I said and then opened the double doors wider to let her inside.

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THIRD POV:

The morning light from the sun was still really bright in Lucy's eyes, she put her hand up to shield them as she looked around her house's front garden, the flowers and trees dripping with fresh morning dew. These quick glances and then her time at this mansion finally ends. Her carriage was nearly packed to the brim with all her luggage and now ready to get going.

'I guess I won't be seeing this place anymore.' Lucy thought 'But maybe that's a good thing, too many bad, bland and boring memories here.' she sighed, feeling slightly sad for a moment, ' But, there was a whole lot of great ones as well.'

With her father ignoring her most of the time and her mother's death, it'll be hard to forgive and forget in the place of all these events.

"Mistress." A servant said, snapping Lucy out of her thoughts for the second time this morning.

"Huh?" Lucy blinks,"Y-Yes?"

The maid does a quick bow before saying, "Your carriage is you like to leave now or do you have anything of significance still in the mansion?" She asks. ' Besides my bed...' she was tempted to say, instead, Lucy took in a long look back at the Heartfillia Mansion and then broke the still silence by saying, "No, nothing at all."

"Well then, Miss, step into the carriage please." She makes a long stride towards the carriage and opens the carriage door. Lucy walked up the dainty steps of the carriage and maid then closes the pale wooden door and wishes her mistress a safe trip and farewell.

The carriage's wheels start spinning away from mansion's garden path with a crack of a whip and a horse's neigh. After a while of venturing down the road, Lucy's view of her old home only poked through the tree branches and leaves of the mansion's outer garden's path. Lucy moved the pesky lace curtains out of her way and poked her head out the carriage window,"Coachman, I really feel dumb asking this now but, where are we going?"

It's not like any random maid from the hallway that she encountered would know her exact destination for such a discreet and suddenly planned after her Father died, this "emergency" plan was automatically followed by the some of the mansion's staff and Lucy wasn't told anything about it.

"That's alright Mistress! Our destination is actually an old friend of your family's mansion!The Dragneel Mansion! "

"Eh?"