Wow! Thanks for all the favourites and follows guys! This is also my first fic so I hope it lives up to expectations :)

Not too much happens in this chapter – it's mostly a 'Lucy's POV' sorta thing. And I'm still thinking but the antagonist of this story may be Minerva…just letting you know.

Enjoy!

Last Chapter

"Luce!"

But he stopped short as soon as he saw her chocolate brown eyes because they held none of their usual warmth and happiness. Instead, all he saw were blank slates of brown. The girl on the bed looked at the mages surrounding her in confusion.

"Who are you?"

Lucy was drifting.

It wasn't like she was really conscious that she was drifting. She was just in a large, dark and empty space and she assumed she was floating through said space because she couldn't feel anything. Vaguely, she realised that she probably should have felt something; emotions, things or maybe just pain. Pain seemed to be the most important feeling here but for some reason, she felt nothing. Only a large hole inside of her and the need to fill it to become complete once more.

There was a deafening silence around her that she couldn't decipher. Was she surrounded by noise? Silence? She couldn't tell. It was so dark and cold. She needed warmth and...something. Something was tugging at her memory and she knew it was important and would help fill the gaping hole inside of her. What was missing? Warmth, perhaps? She had no idea.

Lucy kept drifting for a long time. Occasionally, there'd be glimmers of fiery red or golden shimmers, like...her spirits. She recalled a sort of icy blue that felt cold but it was different to the cold, dark emptiness of this...void. And there was a different sort of red; scarlet. That was really the only word to describe the colour. But Lucy had no idea what any of these colours meant and she certainly didn't know how they related to her. Her last memories…Hargeon Port? She vaguely remembered arriving at Hargeon but that felt like such a long time ago.

She remembered that in the deep, dark void of emptiness, a small light had appeared one day. It was tiny, so small that she didn't know if she'd imagined it or not. But she discovered that by leaning towards the pinprick of light, she could travel towards it. So she did. She felt like she'd drifted for hours, waiting in the cold darkness until there was a sudden rush and she felt light and warm all around.

That, Lucy assumed, was what happened when she woke up.

When she woke, it was warm. She could feel the sun's heat on her face for the first time in a long time and she felt sheets and a mattress underneath her. Okay, Lucy thought, I can feel. Her finger twitched and she felt the comfort of soft, cotton sheets. Perhaps where she was staying at Hargeon? There must have been a window; where else would the sun be coming in?

Lucy willed herself awake bit by bit. She could smell something; cooking and maybe booze? That was strange. Lucy didn't normally drink alcohol, so why was there booze? Then she heard something. Talking. The voices sounded close, but unfamiliar. Wait, Lucy thought, suddenly alert, is there someone in my room!? Lucy strained her ears a little.

"...she wakes. It's been more than three months, Master."

Lucy felt her brain freeze at this information. More than three months? Were they talking about her!? And who was this Master?

"I know, Erza. I'm getting worried too. But Porlyusica said that it's up to her. She and Wendy have done their best."

Lucy frowned. Up to her? Was he talking about waking up? Lucy felt confused. Who were these people anyway?

"But Master, it's been three months…"

"Mira, everyone in the guild is trying to help. Levy is in charge of research. If there's anyone who can find something, it's her. We just have to put our faith in Lucy now."

Lucy felt a little nervous. All these people putting their faith in her! And for what? She didn't even know what was going on. The sun felt a little brighter on her eyelids now; or was it a lamp? Either way, she felt it was too bright. She shifted her head slightly and groaned when the light remained persistent as ever.

All conversation stopped.

Then, a tentative voice. "Lucy-san? Are you awake?"

Lucy put all her strength into opening her eyes. She might not know who these people were, but they seemed to know her and care about her. She had to wake for them, if no one else. Erza, Mira, Master...Levy...the guild…? Slowly, Lucy cracked her eyelids open and saw for the first time in three months.

She appeared to be in some sort of infirmary. Everything was white or in pale pastel colours, with flowers in vases surrounded her bead, strange little gifts on bedside tables and bottles of potions and medicines balanced precariously on tabletops. There were four figures standing in front of her; two women, a girl and an old man. One of the women was wearing armour and had scarlet hair while the other had white hair and was wearing a red dress. Strange, Lucy thought, scarlet...like I saw before… There was a girl with bright blue hair in pigtails standing next to her and the short, old man looked grave.

"Where...where am I?"

Lucy's throat hurt when she talked and came out scratchy from lack of use. She saw the figures glance at each other. The scarlet headed woman came forward slowly, her face open and kind.

"Lucy, you're in the Fairy Tail infirmary. You're safe now."

"I'll let the others know she's woken up…" the white haired woman ran from the room and Lucy glanced up briefly, her eyes widening in realisation. Was that...Mirajane, the supermodel!?

Lucy's eyes widened even more as the red-head's words sunk in. She glanced at the people in front of her. The people appeared worried and anxious about her, but she had no idea who they were. She didn't understand anything at this point. Why wasn't she in Hargeon? She wasn't complaining about being in Fairy Tail but this was all very strange and surreal...

"I...what happened? I thought I was staying in Hargeon...how did I get to Fairy Tail? And…" Lucy stopped speaking abruptly as she saw the pink insignia on her hand. "I'm in Fairy Tail!?"

Lucy missed the worried glances shared by the other mages in the room as she inspected her Fairy Tail guild mark. What had happened to their blond celestial mage?

"I-I don't understand! I mean, I'd love to join Fairy Tail b-but I'm in Fairy Tail!? And was that Mirajane before? W-Would that mean that you're Master Makarov!?" Lucy knew she was babbling now but there were so many missing blanks in her head that she felt like she was gonna do a Natsu and explo- wait, what? Natsu...Lucy pondered, who's Natsu? Why was I thinking of someone called Natsu? And why is my head hurting even more!?

"Master, I think we should call Polyusica-san," the blue-haired girl said timidly, large eyes peering anxiously at the confused blonde. "Lucy-san may be suffering from memory loss."

"I will go and find her," the scarlet haired mage straightened and Lucy immediately backed away slightly. She looked a lot more threatening now that she had a mission. But the woman's gaze softened as it landed on Lucy. "Rest well, Lucy."

So Lucy was left in the awkward presence of a young girl and an old man until the whirlwind arrival of three males.

Lucy's first impression of these males was...strange. One, with raven coloured hair, was not wearing a shirt, even though it looked like he'd come from the streets. The second was a blue cat with wings. The third was a man with salmon-pink hair (salmon? Where did that come from? It was just pin) and a weird outfit consisting of a white, scale-patterned scarf, vest and pants. All three had the Fairy Tail insignia in different colours, which led to Lucy wondering if all Fairy Tail males were this...different.

The two women from before had returned with them and Lucy had barely gotten used to the slightly claustrophobic feeling that came with a room full of people when the pink-haired man dodged forward, a crazy grin on his face.

"Luce!"

Lucy instinctively jerked backwards slightly. "Who are you?"

Porlyusica observed the blonde mage in front of her, brows furrowed in concentration. Master Makarov, Erza, Wendy and Mira stood together in a corner, observing her assessment of the mage.

"She appears to have lost her more recent memories, including all her memories of Fairy Tail," Porlyusica said. "Her last memory is of Hargeon Port."

"Is there any way we can trigger her memories?" Erza asked, her face serious as ever. Wendy clutched tightly onto Carla as the group looked anxiously at Porlyusica.

"Well...she doesn't exactly have her memories." Porlyusica glanced at the confused girl on the bed before rolling her eyes at the shocked eyes of the group.

"She lost them!?"

"How did she lose them...if she's been in a coma all this time?"

Porlyusica huffed. "It's not that simple. Her memories appear to have been taken from her. For her to remember anything, we will need to reclaim her memories first."

"But...how do we find them?" Wendy asked sadly, eyes gazing imploringly at the pink-haired woman. Under Wendy's innocent gaze, Porlyusica softened.

"Well...I hear dragon slayers are quite good at finding things."

So yeah, that's the new chapter! I'll try to maintain the whole 'weekly upload' thing so next chapter should be up next Saturday ^_^