Summary: Dragons topped princes any day.
Rating: T
Pairing: NaLu
Don't own Fairy Tail
When she was little, she decided that she didn't want a prince.
Mother always told her stories before bed time. Hoards of them, really, each tale cultivating the reader and writer within her. She enjoyed the way the words were woven together to make her feel things- She was experiencing pain, sorrow, and joy for people who didn't even exist, and even at her young age, she found that beautiful.
But, after a while, she started to find a pattern.
A prince. An aggravating character in that he was always there, rescuing the poor princess, saving her from trouble, fighting through trolls and monsters and dragons for a kiss, and riding off into the sunset with her. That was always how stories ended. 'Happily Ever After, The End'. Always, always, always. It was as if the princess served no other purpose other than to be swept off her feet. Lucy didn't want to lead such a boring life.
Sometimes, she wondered if the princesses ever stopped in the middle of their sunset escape scene. If they just told the prince to pull the carriage over and said, "Hey, thanks for rescuing me, but I'd really like to go off and travel now- a life in a tower isn't exactly fun. So, I'll be going. Maybe I'll see you in a year or two?"
She didn't like the concept of 'damsel in distress'. Why did the girl always have to get rescued? Why couldn't she just fight her own way out?
Princes were cliché, she decided. Girls don't need to be rescued- they just need someone to hold their hand and walk with them.
So, she hadn't exactly gone off in search of love all those months ago. She had gone to see the world as she saw fit. She wanted to tell her own story, and she wanted it to be grand and wonderful and beautiful and important. She didn't want to be married off and condemned to a home for the rest of her days- she wanted to see things and live. Romance was not to overtake the plot of her life's novel. A prince was not to steal her role.
After all, they were too boring.
Lucy wanted something exciting, if anything at all. A simple old tale of love was not what she yearned for- she needed action and chaos for once. Dresses and slippers be damned. What she wanted was an adventure.
That's how, one night, she found herself running away from an entire army, right alongside her very own fire-breathing dragon.
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Naluuuuuu~
Also Lucy is a flawless bamf and you can't tell me otherwise