Wendy's POV:

Last thing I remembered was Romeo calling my name before being surrounded by a blinding light and falling through the guild's floor.

My clothing had changed to a fifteenth century blue dress, and I found myself to be in a strange, and rather large and fancy, bedroom. It looked sort of like the way Lucy described her old room. There was a queen-sized canopy bed in the center of the room with the head against the wall. To the right of it was a large, wooden dresser, a mirror, and the door. Opposite to the foot of the bed was a canape (it's like a bench but indoors and with cushions) and some matching chairs. And to the left of it was the balcony.

Stepping out on to the balcony, I was greeted with one of the most breathtaking sights I've ever seen. There was an enormous, beautiful garden, with a fountain in the center and statues scattered all around. I leaned onto the railing in awe. "Wow," I said, "...beautiful."

I walked back into the bedroom, trying to find some clues as to where I am and how I both ended up here and in this dress. Then I heard footsteps coming my way, along with the voice of a familiar blonde.

"Wendiet!" the voice called.

"Lucy!" I called back. 'Wait,' I thought, 'Did she say Wendy...et?'

Lucy then walked into the room, except, there was something quite different about her. "Uhhh... Lucy?" I started, "What's with the clothes?"

The celestial spirit mage also wasn't in her normal attire. Instead of her regular short-skirt and crop top (which, amazingly counted as clothing despite the use of very little fabric), she was wearing what could have been a nun's outfit, except for the fact that she had red sleeves and a white apron tied around her waist.

"What are you talking about deary?" the blonde mage asked, "I'm always dressed like this."

"No... you usually dress more... uhm." I waved my hands around at her trying to come up with a word that wouldn't sound offensive, but so far the only thing that came to mind was 'skimpy'.

"Dress like what, dear?" this strange Lucy asked, confused.

"Well, you usually wear short skirts and stuff."

Lucy looked horrified. "Me?! In short skirts?! Like the kind that shows your ankles?! Heaven forbid!"

'You show a lot more than your ankles.' I thought. Asking about her outfit was currently getting me nowhere, so I decided it was time to move on from that. "Lucy, where am I?"

A worried look now ran across her face. "Wendiet, doth thou have a fever? Why, this is your room."

"My room?!"

"And why are you addressing me by my name? Normally you just refer to me as 'nurse'."

This was getting too weird. So, I decided to ask the only logical question that was left. "Did Cana spike our drinks again?"

"Whose Cana?" the Lucy-nurse asked, confused, "Wendiet, I hope you're not feeling ill, your mother wishes to speak with you."

"My mother?!" I was shocked to say the least. For one, I had no idea who she was talking about. I hadn't seen my adoptive mother, Grandine, since we took down Tartaros. And that was only her spirit that was inside of my body that began to fade away soon after it left and spoke to me to tell me I was sent to the future from four-hundred years ago and that the reason she was in my body was so I wouldn't turn into a dragon (now, tell me about your messed-up family life).

"Yes dear," the nurse said, "She's just down the hall."

I ran out of that room and down the hall as fast as I could. There was no way it could be her, but I had to see this. I had to-

"After being instructed by her beautiful nurse, Wendiet ran down the halls excitedly as-

"Kyaa!" I shouted as I tripped (on nothing) and fell over. (Or, as I like to call this, Wendy Marvel: Making Good Use of Her Screen-Time!)

"Ahhh... you okay?"

"Yeah," I said as I got up, then began to look around, "Wait, where are you? And, who are you?" The voice wasn't one I recognized. But, before it could respond, one I did recognize called out for me.

"Wendiet!" Lucy shouted as she ran towards me, "Wendiet! Are you all right?"

"Yeah," I said to the blonde, who was now right in front of me, "Lu-err... nurse, is there anyone else here with us?"

"Like who?"

"That voice. The one I just heard."

"Why, I don't know what you mean. We're the only ones in this hall, and in the house is only you, me, your mother, your father, and the few servants who aren't running errands. But they're all in other rooms."

"Father? Servants?"

"Yes, you have a father and servants."

I jumped a little and pointed to the sky. "There it is!" I shouted, "That's the voice."

"Oh my," the nurse said with a worried look, "Perhaps you are ill. Maybe it would be best if you didn't attend the party tonight."

Before I could respond, another voice called... uh, what was sort of my name. "Wendiet!"

"Oh, that's your mother," Nurse Lucy said, "Mustn't keep her waiting! Come along now." And with that she took off down the halls.

I only watched her as she ran down the hall. "This is... weird."

"You're telling me."

"Aaahh!" I exclaimed as I jumped once again, "Who are you?!"

"Oh, sorry," the voice said apologetically, "I guess I'm not that good with first impressions. Then again, we disembodied voices never are. You know, the whole surprising people by talking out of nowhere and all that. But, anyways, I, am the narrator for this story."

"Narrator? Story? What?"

"The light you saw before was you being put into the world of a story. Your favorite story, Romeo & Juliet."

"I'm... in the book?" I asked in disbelief.

"More like you're in a dream about the book. Except that it's a magic dream and the only way to get out is to live out the story."

"Oh," I said, beginning to understand, "Well, that's not so bad."

"Really?! You're actually going to go along with this?"

"Why? Are you lying?" I asked, filled with suspicion.

"Well...no... It's just, most people don't really like the idea of being forced into a story."

"You said this was a dream, right? Meaning my real body's back at the guild?"

"Yes."

"And, how much time has passed there since I got here?"

"About the same amount that's past here."

"Okay, so if someone wanted to kill me, they probably could have done it by now." I reasoned.

"Couldn't if they wanted to, the spell puts a magic barrier around your body to protect it."

"So then there's no danger." I said, happily skipping down the hall to where I was told to meet my mother.

I came into a large, rather empty room with only a few long tables by the walls, tall windows that had long curtains hanging down from them and, for some reason, fancy paintings of Happy. I looked around, taking it all in, but didn't see anyone else in the room aside from the nurse, who stood at the entrance. Wondering where my "mother" was supposed to be, I called out, "Mother, where art thou?"

"Down here." said an unimpressed voice

I looked down to see who was speaking, and couldn't help but give out a little chuckle. "Of course it'd be you." I whispered.

Carla looked up, unamused with the fact that she had to, and spoke. "Now, child," she started, "I don't recall you ever being so rude."

'This could be the real Carla' I thought. "My apologies mother. What is thy will?"

"This is the matter." The white Exceed turned her head to the nurse. "Nurse, give leave awhile. We must talk in secret." Lucy the nurse then began to walk out of the room, when Carla then called her back. "Nurse, come back again. I have remembered me, thou's hear our counsel. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age."

"Aye," Nurse Lucy said, "I can tell her age unto an hour."

"She's not fourteen." Carla said stoically.

"I'm actually sixteen," I whispered, "But whatever."

They continued their little chat on my age, even though they had it wrong. I know Juliet's thirteen in the book, but still. Do I not look like a sixteen year old? I thought I grew a few inches over the last few years. Is it my breasts? Are they really still that small?

"Ah, yes, marry," Carla said as she turned to me, "That 'marry' is the very theme I wished to talk about. Tell me Wendi- Wendiet? What's wrong?"

"Huh?" I said as I snapped back to reality, the depressed dark-blue aura around me instantly fading. "Oh, nothing," I said, embarrassed, "Please, continue."

"Wendiet," Carla began, again, "Tell me, how stands your disposition on marriage?"

I couldn't help but chuckle a little more at this. It was Carla, the cat who would try to claw the eyes out of any boy who even came near me (minus the other dragon slayers and most of the men in the guild. Romeo included, but for him that took about five months to stop), asking if I wanted to get married.

"What is so funny?" the Exceed asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"You are acting quite odd today, Wendiet." Carla said, raising an eyebrow.

"I noticed it too," chimed Nurse Lucy, "Perhaps she's ill."

I went to respond but the world froze. Lucy had her concerned face on while Carla still had her eyebrow raised. Even the flames in the fireplace were frozen in place!

"You need to get more in character." the narrator said from above, startling me "The story can't progress if you don't play your part. I'll help if you request or you absolutely need it, but it's mainly up to you to do this."

"No, I'm fine," I said reassuringly to their frozen figures and I watched as everything went back to normal as if nothing had happened.

"If thou says so..." Carla said, "Anyways, what is thy stance on marriage?"

"It is an honor I dream not of."

"Well, think of marriage now," the feline stated, "Younger than you, are made already mothe-"

My burst of laughter interrupted her before she could finish.

"Wendiet!" Carla exclaimed, "What is it that thou finds so amusing?!"

'Let's see, how about the fact that if I even went on a date with a boy in real life, he would "disappear" the next day, only to be found in an alley covered in claw marks, assuming he was found at all' I thought. "I apologize, 'mother'."

"Good," she said in a monotone, "Now then, I shall make this brief. The valiant Mestis seeks you for his love. What say you? Can you love the gentleman?"

"Hell n-err, I mean, no." I had a wild guess as to who this 'Mestis' really was. I stand by my original statement. "No, I cannot."

Thankfully, because any chance of me getting serious about this scene now has vanished at the mention of 'Count Mestis', Droy, who I guess must have been a servant, ran in. "Madam," he said to Carla, "The guests are arriving. I beseech you, follow straight."

"We follow thee." Carla responded.

Carla and Lucy then began to follow the servant out of the room. But, before she left, the blonde nodded to me and said, "Go, girl, and seek happy nights to happy days."

"Wendiet then made her way to her parent's feast, unaware of fate's plans for her."

It was now later on at the party. I was wearing a fancy sky-blue ball gown with a dark-blue mask over my eyes. People were dancing all throughout the room. I was even able to recognize a few familiar faces. There was Natsu and Gray. I think I saw Chelia. Erza was over with my "parents" (Happy was also my father. And, while that would be logical with Carla being my mom, it meant that both my biological parents in this fantasy world were cats. Also, just the mere fact that they were cats and owned a freaking mansion and no one said anything would have been mind-boggling except for the fact that this entire world technically existed in my head).

"Hey, Narrator!" I whispered to the sky, "Pssst! Narrator, you there?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Shouldn't I be dancing with my Romeo by now?"

"Not quite yet. While in the real story it does go right to them meeting, that's only because it skips some parts. Such as this."

Suddenly, a tall, black-haired man with a scar on his right eye walked over to me. "My lady Wendiet," he said, "Can I beseech that you will pity me enough to dance and warm my evening with a heavenly smile?" He held out his hand and bowed his head, waiting for my response.

I looked up to the sky and whispered, "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do. He's Count Mestis, the guy your parents want you to marry."

I looked to Count Mestis, then back up. "They do realize he's, like, twice my age, right?"

"It's the fifteen hundreds. Girls were pregnant at twelve and brothers could marry their sisters. People didn't actually give a rat's ass about this type of thing. Now dance." The narrator then mumbled something I couldn't quite catch. Something about "another whiny brat" and "not being paid enough to do this".

Count Mestis looked up from his bow. "My lady, your answer?" he asked.

"Aye, Count Mestis, I will dance with thee."

I put my hand in his, and we began to dance across the hall.

'Well, while we're moving around the room, I could at least look for my Romeo.' I thought. My eyes scanned through the entire room, searching through all the faces I had yet to see. Finally, they came across a raven-haired boy standing over by the buffet table. 'Of course it's him' I thought with a smile, 'Why would I expect anyone else?'

We danced for a few more minutes, until another girl showed up to ask Mestis to dance. He went off with her, and I went off to find the boy I had seen earlier.

He had been dancing with another girl. Wakaba's daughter, I think. When their dance ended, he looked at me and smiled. I could feel myself blushing as he took my hand and we ran to an empty room.

His eyes met mine as he began to speak his portion of the dialogue. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

And, just like I had pictured it about a thousand times before, I spoke my lines back to him. We continued with this, until finally, it was time for... the kiss.

I felt my heart race as he brought his lips to mine. Even in my normal fantasies it didn't feel like this. This one felt... different... better... real.

"And so, the noble Romeo and fair Juliet shared a kiss that would blossom into a beautiful relationship. It lasted but for a moment..."

"...It lasted for a moment..."

"It. Lasted. For. A. Moment."

"STOP MAKING OUT ALREADY!"

I yanked my head back and looked up. And oddly enough, so did he. "SHUT UP!" we both said. We then looked at each other with confused expressions. "Wait, you can hear him too?!"

Normal POV:

The two teens pulled apart from each other quickly and turned around, both attempting to conceal their blushing.

'There's no way it's really him, right?' Wendy thought.

'Oh, my, Mavis.' Romeo thought, 'Did I actually kiss her?'

"Ah, Romeo?" the bluenette asked nervously.

"Wendy?" he responded, "Are you really... the real...?"

"Uh-huh. And you're... the real...?"

"Yep..."

They both stood there in an awkward silence. Not wanting to move. Not wanting to face each other. Both still trying to process what just happened in their minds.

"Soooo..." Romeo started, "Uhm, that happened."

"Yeah..."

"Sorry..." he said, rubbing the back of his head, "I didn't realize it was really-"

"No!" the girl interrupted, "I mean, no, it was fine. You were just, going with the story..."

"Yeah..."

"Oh come on!" the narrator shouted, causing both of the young mages to jump, "One minute you're sucking each other's faces, the next you're like this!"

"Wait..." Romeo said, starting to get angry, "You knew about this, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"So why didn't you tell us?!" Wendy shouted.

"I thought this way would be more fun. You both seemed to enjoy it."

The light pink shades that they were starting to wear from their previous blushing were once again replaced by the scarlet reds they had before as they both started stammering excuses.

"It wasn't like that!"

"We were just going along with the play!"

"Yeah! We didn't know we were kissing the real person!"

"Ah, so that explains why I thought I saw tongue."

"NO! YOU DIDN'T!"

Thankfully, before either of them could dig a bigger hole for themselves, Nurse Lucy walked into the room. "Madam," she said, "Your mother craves a word with you."

"Yes, dear nurse," Wendy responded. She then turned to Romeo and whispered, "We can talk more during the balcony scene," before leaving with the nurse.

Romeo, who was now all alone, stood awestruck thinking about what just happened. "I just kissed Wendy..."

"And made a complete ass of yourself afterwards."

"...Shut up."

Our two star-crossed lovers finally meet at last! To bad for them, the author doesn't want to make them a couple just yet. If I did that now it'd be boring (especially with my evil plans for this story huehuehuehuehue)

The reason Wendy's not nervous about how the book ends, if it was unclear, is because she figures that if someone wanted her dead, and they could cast a spell like this, she'd already be dead. They wouldn't even have needed to construct this imaginary world to begin with. And, the narrator did say she had to do all the events in the story. It'll be further explained later, I just don't want to see any complaints in the reviews now.

Thank you to BarelyProdigies for beta-ing this chapter.

As always, thanks for reading. Leave a review. And I hope you look forward to the next chapter.