"Just being alive is a gift,

but no one ever told you to be thankful,

for the existence.

Before you know it,

it's gone."

Although I hated - hate - my death, it really showed me the shocking truth.

Life, is too short to be taken for granted.

So when I received a second chance, I already knew that I wouldn't mess up again.

This time, my life was my own and nobody could stop me.

I was born - reborn - as a girl named Lucy Heartfilia at 7pm, to Jude and Layla Heartfilia.

From what I could gather with my blurred senses, the Heartfilia's were a rich, but kind family that liked their privacy. My mother, Layla, was probably one of the kindest people I knew; in this life and in my past.

Most of the time, she would buy gifts and give them to all of our servants, with a kind smile on her face. All of them adored her, immensely.

My father on the other hand was the exact opposite.

He wasn't mean, far from it actually. He just didn't really understand human emotions, often becoming flustered when someone was showing affection.

Every time this happened, my mother would just laugh and kiss him on the cheek, causing him to grumble.

I loved them both.

At first I had been hesitant. It was almost like I was betraying my previous mother by loving them, not to mention, most of the grownups I met just built up my trust, before breaking it down. As time went on I stuck to my principal and decided that I would give them a chance.

I don't regret it.

Layla gave me more love in a day, then what my old mother had given me in a year and Jude, although was slightly awkward around me, at least tried to be with me.

And that's all that matters.

My days as an infant passed by fast enough.

Unable to do anything, but stay still, I began to focus all of my efforts to my speech. Words such as, "Okaa - chan (which turned out to be, mother) ," and "Otoo - chan (which was, father), " were passed around the household, and I tried my best to memorize them by heart. After a while, I concluded that I was somewhere in the Japanese region;mostly because the words they were speaking reminded me of when Haruhi called her mother.

I missed her, a lot.

Just thinking about her would sometimes send me into a daze of depression. It took me three months to snap out of it and realize that if she saw me now, she would yelling at me.

So I snapped out of it.

That was day I used all of my efforts and rolled over. By the end of my session, my arms ached and my legs cramped.

But it was worth it to see Okaa - chan jump all around squealing and Otoo - chan smile softly.

...

The caretakers thought that I was an odd child.

They didn't say anything out loud, but you could see the confusion in their eyes. I didn't blame them, normal babies cried for no reason during their infant years. I on the other hand, preferred to find some other way to communicate my feelings.

Secretly, I believed that this fact made Jude - tou - chan - very happy. Considering the fact that I didn't cry when he picked me up and instead proceeded to coo and smile at him, he was mostly calm around me. Not to mention, his eyes softened whenever he saw me. Whenever one of his 'business' associates looked at me weirdly, he proceeded to glare at them.

Truthfully, I don't think he realized that I was not a normal baby.

Okaa - chan on the other hand, already knew.

Her brown eyes would twinkle softly when I garbled random baby language and her lips would twist up into a smile.

"You're going to become something great in the future, Lucy - chan."

That was her favorite thing to say to me. Although it annoyed me to no end that I couldn't understand what it meant.

I began to walk when I turned eight months old. I had been extremely bored and annoyed at the fact that I couldn't really move fast with my crawling. Making up my mind, I had reached over to our sofa and began to yank myself up. It took me over two weeks to learn to walk without leaning on another object, but by the time I was done I was beaming with pride.

Learning the language was hard, harder than I expected it to be. Often times I laid awake in bed, trying to get my annoying vocal chords to cooperate and it frustrated me when I failed.

It wasn't the fact that remembering the words were hard enough, but trying to speak a new language, was a whole other story.

I tried and tried and tried, but it was only when I was nine months old when I spoke my first word.

Okaa - chan and I had been reading a book together. Correction: she was reading the book, I was fiddling with my hands; I then had looked up and promptly forgotten my fiddling. Laying on the page was a huge dragon.

His scales were regal and red, before fading to a light yellow. They were woven upwards in a spiral and his tail extended beyond the large legs he held. Large wings stretched over his main body and shielded it, from the sun. His eyes were brown and held centuries of knowledge and wisdom.

I instantly pointed to him.

Okaa - chan seemed almost amused as she repeated the next words. "You haven't been paying attention at all, have you?"

Too amazed to gurgle back at her, I kept on pointing at the page.

"Oh, that's a doragon Lucy - chan."

Doragon.

At that moment, I had just smiled and giggled happily, but the moment the day turned into night, I quickly began practicing. It took me four hours to finally learn how to properly pronounce the word properly. The next day when okaa - chan asked me what book I wanted to read, I had instantly replied with a high pitched, "Doragon!".

I think okaa - chan broke my ribs that day from squeezing me too hard.

...

I had already decided that I wasn't born quite within the 2000's decade, considering the fact that the people not only wore different clothing, but the way males were compared to females as well.

It pissed me off.

But I only realized that I was not even remotely in my old world, when I was four years old.

When I turned three, otoo - chan, had just decided that it was high time for me to begin my studies; Kaa - chan on the other end had vehemently protested. At the end they both had stared at me and asked me what I wanted. I instantly agreed on the studies, for I wanted to get ahead as fast as I could; Kaa- chan acted disappointed at this, but I don't think that she was actually upset.

First it started off with boring lessons on how to be a good wife, ones which I immediately disagreed with. The lessons were long and extremely sexist and often I would have a verbal sparring match with my sensei. When I brought up my concerns with okaa- chan, she helped me make up an argument and gave me enough courage to bring the issue up with tou - chan. It took time and effort, but eventually tou - chan allowed me to reduce the amount of time I spent on those lessons. It did help that I was his little angel.

I had been too soft spoken in my previous life and that wouldn't happen again.

After a year of my studies, I had breezed through mathematics, (only because of my prior knowledge. Believe me, I was not good at math), and was fairly deep into English. As the months moved on, I progressed in my studies, slightly faster than normal. My thirst to learn gave me the title of a prodigy. Technically I wasn't really a prodigy, considering the fact that I had already learned most of the lessons; so it did give me slight discomfort to hear it. After my fourth birthday however, kaa - chan decided to teach me Geography and History.

When I first started the lessons I expected to listen about the rise of Japanese kings or about the bombing on Pearl Harbor, when instead, Okaa - chan - (sensei?) began to explain something else.

"We are living in the country of Fiore, "

Fiore? I'm pretty sure Japan doesn't have a country called Fiore.

Confused I listened onwards.

Maybe Okaa - chan made a mistake, i'll ask her later.

"Fiore is located in the Continent of Ishgar."

Ishgar ? There's no continent called Ishgar. Well that name is familiar, wasn't it in some manga that Haruhi read, 'Fairy Tail' I think.

That was when I froze.

Oh fuck no.

"Fiore is located on the westernmost side of the peninsula and has about 16.5 million people so far. "

I had started to hyper ventilate and my breathing became heavy.

No, NO - FUCK. NO.

This can't be happening, it's all a mistake you're fine.

Deep breaths, in, out, in, out.

"The country is most known for it's - Lucy - chan, are you alright?"

I couldn't reply.

I'm fine, I'm fine...oh kami, wait a minute.

"Lucy - chan, you're turning white!"

My name is Lucy, as in Lucy Heartfilia.

One of the main protagonists of Fairy Tail.

...

I blacked out.

I had woken up four hours later, tucked into bed with a cool water cloth on my head and okaa - chan pacing besides me.

Apparently the doctors told her that lack of rest was what had caused me to faint.

What a load of rubbish.

It took me thirty minutes for me to convince kaa - chan that all I needed was sleep and then it took ten minutes for me to be left alone to my thoughts.

After that, it was dead silence.

Taking in a deep breath, I began to categorize my thoughts. Oddly, I took the fact that I had been born into a manga, much better than I had thought I would.

Probably because the fact that I had been, you know, reborn.

Into one of the main characters of an manga at that.

The manga 'Fairy Tail', wasn't one that I had read, which is something that I then - and now - regretted. I often cursed my ability with 'luck', but honestly this was too much.

I mean, why couldn't I have been born into some manga that I had actually read, like Naruto or Bleach.

After getting over my initial small rant, I realized that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be in either of those, considering the fact that they were bloodthirsty.

Very bloodthirsty. Not to mention, people normally didn't live past their teens.

Yes, maybe this Fairy Tail was a better place to be in.

Calming myself down, I began to organize the events that would soon happen. Although I didn't know the tiny details, I did know the basic line of the plot.

Now, here was the question that I asked myself, one that I still haven't solved to this day.

Am I going to join Fairy Tail?

I couldn't say that the prospect didn't excite me, but the factors that I had to take into account were too many. So eventually I put that question to the side and asked another.

Am I going to follow along the plot line?

No, gods no.

In the original plot line, Lucy Heartfilia was a kind, sweet and smart character, but she hadn't had the best physical stamina and was slightly the cliche of a blonde.

Not to say that I didn't like her. To be honest, she was probably the one I mostly related to.

We both had our wings cut off at a young age, but in no way, would I have allowed the plot to go as it did.

Making up my mind I promptly turned over and fell asleep.

I was too tired for this shit.

Lucy Heartfilia would end up joining Fairy Tail, however, her mind and body would never be pure as it once could have been.