This chapter is about Lucy's past. May be triggering.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
"Luuuuuu-chaaaaaaaan!"
"Leeeeeeeeeeevyyyyy!"
Lucy darts through the sky nimbly, swerving between the bright red rooftops with perfect ease as she dodges left and right. Her eyes widen when she sees a brick wall she will not be able to dodge, and it threatens to take her face or her wings. She steadies herself for a big smash on her face. She will never ever willingly damage her wings, they are what makes her a true faery after all.
Suddenly, a blue and yellow blue hooks an arm around her waist and she's saved! The tiny blue haired mortal born faery has prevented a broken nose and a Lucy flavoured pancake. The petite blunette grins at her, flying both to the ground.
"Gotta be careful, Lu-" Levy lets out a shrill scream when an arrow pierces through her wings and she arches her back in agony. Before Lucy can call for help, another arrow flies through the air and sinks in Levy's chest. Blood splatters on the floor when Levy collapses, her mouth foaming, writhing for a good few seconds before falling limp.
Lucy can barely make a shriek when her arm is grabbed roughly, her feet held down by heavy chains so that she cannot fly. The town is on fire and in chaos, burning faeries and captured ones everywhere, and her heart bleeds out for the dead and the injured. From afar, she sees Levy mouth out 'live on', before she's completely enshrouded in smoke and she can't see anything. She's stuffed into a cramped cage, together with a few others. She screams until her throat burns, until her mouth is dry, and she weeps until she believes she has no more tears to spare. How can life get worse? Her parents are probably gone, and her best friend dead.
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She wishes she died in the fire. If she had, she would've joined Levy, and her parents, probably, in heaven. Together.
The ride to whatever place these people are taking them to lasts about a week. A week without food, if stale breadcrusts are considered food. The ride is bumpy and many of them throw up, including herself. The stench of vomit and the sick is unbearable, but after the first three days, she realizes bitterly that she has no strength to even vomit. Bruises and cuts adorn her skin and her back aches in a white hot agony. That however is nothing in comparison to her wings, for the first few days, at least. Her pride as a faery is clipped back in an unnatural way against the bars, making any movement difficult and painful. Her hands, once pale and dainty, are covered in a thick layer of grime and dust. The aches in her body numb slowly as the days pass, as her body weakens so much till she cannot feel anything. Her heart weeps as she watches the life in the eyes of a child slowly dull and vanish. Time freezes for her in those few seconds and she chokes out a cry.
She realizes how fragile life is as the unconsciousness she has been fighting takes over her. Her own eyes close as she sinks into a hazy blackness. She wonders if she's about to die, and with that thought she succumbs to the darkness, allowing it to embrace her weary body in a warm, numbing cocoon.
She can't remember anything about the ride after that.
But she does know, after she's roughly yanked out of the cage, that three faeries have died in the ride. She is one of the lucky thirteen, and she can still remember the man who sneers at her scornfully when she weeps for the dead.
She doesn't believe that her life can get worse, but she is proved wrong again.
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Humans.
Disgusting, vile, creatures who have no soul. The source of her pain, the source of her agony. She hates them with a burning fury from the pits of her heart. The best way she can describe them is evil. Pure, cold evil.
If they had magic, it would probably warp into a curse.
She wonders how a similar person, just without wings, could be so different from them.
People just a little taller than them, dressed in white garbs and masks cut and tear their wings and they are forced to fly at full speed until they collapse, and she watches helplessly with a broken heart when she witnesses the death of one of the closest friends she had when she got captured, Ultear Milkovich. She screams silently when the men throw her body into a bag and toss her away like she's trash. The tears she believes she doesn't have anymore flow again.
But Levy's words keep her going. Everytime she looks up at the sky she wishes to be in, the petite blunette's words echo.
Live on.
I will, she promises with a hardened heart, I will live on! I will not let humans destroy me, Levy! I will not die at their hands!
Those words keep her alive. Those words give her hope. She holds onto them tightly until she finds a way.
She does.
She flies out of a window by dislocating her shoulders and bending her wings in half to fit through the bars. Through the burning white agony of her dislocated bones and shredded wings, she flies out, to a strange place with wingless people and building reaching the sky. Many point and stare and when she falls and she whispers a prayer before everything turns black.
Titania, save me. Save us.
She's taken to a place with more people in white, but they do not torture her like before. Instead they talk to her in a language she barely understands, in patronizing tones. They do not understand her when she speaks and they look scared of her when she prays. She is scared of them, she does not trust them. She finds comfort in praying, but she does not understand why her Titania cannot hear her, so she shouts to the sky, the sky she wishes she can see. The sky she wishes she can fly in.
So she prays. She prays loudly, she prays to be released.
She prays everyday, she prays for their Titania to come and save her, to come and save the faeries, to come and save their home.
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