Prologue: The Letter
It was late night, but the blond haired girl was still awake. Her room was dark as the lights were off except for the lamp at her desk where she was writing on.
"To . . . my . . . dearest . . . friend" she mumbled as she wrote the heading with her neat handwriting. The girl continued to write about their happy experiences together and praise him for his strength and will. Yes, others might have judged him as an irresponsible street hoodlum but she knows better than those adults – despite being only ten – that he was a good nature person who is much more mature and better than them. Though she really wish for him to stop his bad habits, not only that is one of the reasons why he is their no. 1 subject of talk it is also the no.1 cause of her irritation. But despite all of those, and even if he retains those habits in the future, she finally realized her feelings for him.
"I love you" she said those words aloud as she wrote it, and for the final touch "Love, Lucy".
Lucy Heartfilia, a ten year old countryside girl, rereads her letter. Everything was fine, she sees him as a strong person, who always makes her happy. And that bad habit of him of flirting with girls makes her mad (but now she knows it's because she likes him) and certain reason why those brokenhearted gangsters and parents – whose daughters have gone mad over him – always have a go on him. Content, she put it inside the envelope.
There's only one small problem. SHE CAN'T GIVE IT TO HIM! No, it's impossible! She can't possibly give it to her best friend. Even if she tried, there can be many consequences: 1. He won't accept it and their relationship will be scarred forever; 2. He might accept it, but their relationship will still be scarred forever; 3. He might accept it but she might be treated like his many fan girls and; 4. He might ignore her for good.
This can't be! No, no, no! She took the letter and was about to throw it when she heard a loud thump outside. She strode off to her window and look outside. The luminous moon welcomed her and as she breathe the fresh air outside. A breeze blew her hair along with the leaves of the trees. Ah, she always loved this view, it always calms her whenever she's in panic or rage. The mountains, forest, the stars and the moon at night while at day the green scenery, the blue sky and the bright sun that cheers her up.
But this night was different. What is this ominous feeling? She can feel her heart pounding in an unsteady beat, as if she's missing something, like someone important to her will be gone, a premonition?
"Nah," she mused and smiled sadly to herself. That can't be. There's no one leaving tonight, it's just her imagination. 'I better get some sleep' she thought as she went back to her bed. As she lay comfortably on her bed, she thought of what will be tomorrow's activities. Right, she can have a stroll, explore the woods, play in the pond or have a picnic from the food she fished with Loke. Yes, Loke, her dearest friend and the very person whom the letter she just wrote was addressed to. Anyway, tomorrow will be a fine day, just like always.
Oh, how wrong she was.