The Rise of Merry

by PokeMaster Zelda

We all remember that sad moment where Merry had to be burned, right? But what if I told you she technically survived? Merry has been reincarnated as an 18 year old girl. She hopes to become a crew member of the Straw Hat pirates. Join Merry as she gets caught in tons of riddles, traps, and battles. All while trying to prove she is the Going Merry!

1. The Village Girl

Rise of Merry

*Hi guys! This is my first Fanfic I've EVER written, so please be kind on me. Enjoy the story! I'll try to get a chapter uploaded every week. Key word: TRY.*

Merry's PoV

Sky. Sky and the sea. That's really all I can remember. Hi, my name's Merry, and I was once the boat used by the Straw Hat Pirates. I live in a small town not too far from my resurrection point. I am 18 years old (Technically 1, but I was reincarnated as an 18 year old female), and I am a smart blonde with blue eyes and ram horns. I can shift into a ram and am skilled in water/ice magic. I have one dream. One of which I feel will never come true. I want to become part of the Straw Hats.

Luffy's PoV

When I saw the village, I was RELIEVED. Finally, we could eat, drink, and get our bearings there. We arrived, and it was only about 5 or 6 steps looking for a place to eat, before I heard a sound. No… what I heard was not worthy of being called a sound, but music. The beautiful melody of a flute. "Luffy, is something wrong?" Chopper asked. "He's right, Luffy," Franky said, "You've NEVER stopped and looked around like THAT," he looked over his sunglasses at me. "Do you not hear that?" I was puzzled over the fact that they couldn't hear such a beautiful song. "This way," I demanded, leading them down a narrow alley. I could hear the song even clearer now, and recognized it as, Lullaby of Happiness. I knew the lyrics by heart. I had known them ever since I was a child. And as I followed that melody, ever so slowly… I softly sang along:

Deep in the meadow, under the willow,

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes,

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe and here it's warm,

Here the daisies guard you from harm.

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true.

Here is the place where I love you.

Merry's PoV

Playing my flute was the one thing that comforted me. I would often play in abandoned alleyways, or buildings. In these places, I would take requests from the fugitive children that gathered around my feet. I finished the song, Lullaby of Happiness. It was requested by a young girl who was abused by her father and lost her mother, yet she didn't want to go to any foster homes. I felt pity for her. She was barely 6 years old, and she hadn't eaten in weeks. I wish I could just take all the children back to my house and care for them. "Alright," I declared, "I think that's enough for today, kids." They all started to groan. "PLEEEASE?! JUST ONE MORE?" I sighed, and put my flute back in position. "Alright, ONE. MORE. Any requests?" I asked, a little annoyed, but happy that they liked my music. "Yeah, I have a request…" A voice. A male voice from behind the wall. Then he stepped out. A young man, roughly about 19, in a straw hat. He looked up, hope in his eyes. "Do you know the Song of Storms?"