Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. Was a little pre-occupied with school and such. I wrote you guys a long chapter to make up for it.
Lucy's POV
I stand in the doorway of an unfamiliar bathroom, of an unfamiliar room. In front of an unfamiliar yet familiar a teenage pink haired boy. I just stood there half in shock. That he had wanted to come into the bathroom while I was showering. What a creep. When he said this, I'd put on some random clothes on that were hanging on a hook. Only after putting on the clothes, I realised they were much too big. It was just plain awkward after about ten seconds standing in the doorway of the bathroom. With my hair still dripping wet. After which he started to ask me odd questions. About my name, and oddly enough my age. And to top it all off, I found myself answering without hesitation. It was like I knew I could trust him. After the last question he seemed just as shocked as I did. We stood there for what seemed like ages. After a while my skirt started to fall down so I had to keep pulling it up. At this point he seemed to snap out of his trance like state. Dashing to the oaken door of the room and off down the hall. Twenty seconds later he came skidding back into the view of the doorway. He was panting and out of breath.
"Lucy, *pant* stay *pant* here *pant* wait, nevermind *pant* ill lock *pant* the door." He said with great difficulty.
Wait, so he was going to leave. And lock the door so I wouldn't leave. Whats the point in this?! And how does he have a key to the room?
"okay?" I answered. More asking a question than answering his odd statement.
He nodded, stilling panting. Stepped outside and locked the door from the outside. The sound of him running down the hall was my only way of telling he had left. I just stood in the doorway. Well, this was odd. Whatever would father say about thi-. Wait! Father! I wonder if he knows im here. He will be ever so angry when he finds out. I'll be in so much trouble. I started pacing thinking of a plan. Something I could tell father so he wouldn't be angry. Maybe I could say I was kidnapped, or the carriage broke down and we had to find somewhere to stay. Mind you, I'm not actually sure how I really got here anyway. Well, I knew that I should probably find some better clothes first. So I started to look through the large wardrobe pushed up against one of the walls. I found a very old looking dress, it looked a bit too big, but better than my clothes at the moment. It was yellow, sleeveless and a high neck. It had a layer of white lace over the top. I wonder why anyone would want to throw this away. As I thought, it was still a bit too big for me. But it was better than the previous attire. Speaking of which I had better keep my keys on me. Even though I didn't have many they are still special to me. They're like my friends. They were my mothers friends too, I got them for my fifth birthday from her. When she gave up magic to preserve her health. I only had three though, Aquarius, who was a pretty pretty mermaid, who was a bit mean to me. Horologium who was perfect to help when playing hide and seek. And Lyra who was really pretty and sings me songs and plays her harp all the time. I pick up the familiar belt I keep my keys on, and find an unfamiliar key case. It had an odd symbol on the side. And it seemed much heavier than my normal one. I opened to check that my keys were there. To be met with a big surprise. Instead of finding three keys, there were fourteen keys in the case, ten of which were gold zodiac keys. Wow! But she couldn't take them, a majority of them weren't hers. But yet she felt some special bond she had with them. After a further five minutes pondering whether to take them or not, I decided to take them, putting the belt on top of the dress. It was the same belt as she had always had, it was many times too big for her. It always had been, It was her mothers, she had always said she would grow up and it would fit her one day. Maybe one day it would fit her. Maybe one day she would see mother again, maybe she would even be happy enough to play with michelle. Mayb-
*knock-knock-knock* the sound of someone at the door cut off my thoughts.
"Lucy? Can we come in?" it was an unknown females voice. Not one she knew.
"o-ok." She replied. Figuring it was the only answer that would get herself some answers in the longer run. The door swung open, standing there was a girl, with blue shoulder length hair, she was tall, but not as tall as most girls she had seen. She was closely followed by the pink haired boy.
"oh, god." The bluenette muttered.
"Natsu what did you do?!" she said, turning on the odd haired boy she now assumed to be Natsu.
"What do you mean?! You think I did this?!" he spluttered.
"I don't know what to think of you after the recent incidents." The girl shot back.
"Levy, please don't hold this to me. Knowing what I did is punishment enough."
"apparently not" Levy said, gesturing towards me. Then realising I could hear their entire conversation she looked at me. Plastering a smile on her face.
"Hi there. What's your name?" she asked, her voice an octave higher than before. Natsu stood bewildered still in the hallway. I said nothing. I was still admiring the keys when she walked in. They were still in my hand. She noticed what I was looking at and was confused.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
She laughs. "Yes, im fine. But the question is. Are you?" she had relaxed noticeably since entering the room.
"I-im, okay. I guess." I reply, still quiet.
Her face softened further.
"Well, I think we need to ask some questions. Don't you?"
I nod quietly. She holds out her hand for me, expecting me to take it and follow. I put the keys onto my belt. And take her hand. We walk through halls, many rooms. Leaving Natsu speechless still at the door. And finally arrive in what looks like a large tavern, it was full of people laughing and shouting. It was a bright scene. As more people noticed I was there it became silent. Everyone was staring at me. In the centre of the crowd of people staring was a tall boy with blue hair and a red haired girl in armour. The oddest bit, was that they were followed by two flying cats.
"Lucy?" asked the red-head. Levy beside nodded silently.
Erza's POV
A small blonde haired girl wearing a yellow dress was holding Levy's hand and looking genuinely petrified. Wait a second.
"Lucy?" I ask. Hoping for anything but the answer I received. A sincere nod from Levy. Gray behind me was dead silent. He said nothing, just stared rudely at the pair. I elbowed him in the stomach for such an unforgiveable offense. He fell over clutching his middle. This earnt me a small smile from a younger lucy. But how is this possible.
"Erza, Gray. Would you come and talk with me and Lucy in the back room for a second." Levy said, trying to sound calm. But sounded like she was about to have a mental breakdown. We quickly followed her, who was at this point running through the halls. Half dragging Lucy along the floor. We arrived in the room in which we hold many of our important meetings. She let go of Lucy's hand ushering her to sit in a chair, we all sat down too. Fear was still present in her eyes. I realised then how scary we must look to her.
"Hello, I am Erza." I say politely. She nods in recognition.
"I-im Gray." Gray says -who was still holding his stomach from my hit seconds ago. Little Lucy again nods in recognition.
"What's your name?" I ask, only for etiquette reasons. Anyway since she had such a formal upbringing, this must be all a little too in-formal to what she is used to.
"L-Lucy H-Heartfeela" she said, butchering her last names pronunciation. I smiled at this.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." I reply.
"Well, Lucy. It seems we have a bit of a problem here." Levy says carefully.
"What is it?" she asks innocently.
"Well, lets just ask some questions and explain later okay?" Levy replied. Lucy nodded.
"Do you know where you are?"
"No." said Lucy.
"Do you know who we are?"
"Should i?" she asks.
Levy's face was steadily paling until this point at which it was white as paper.
"Last question, do you have any family." She nods.
At this, we all hold our breath. What if she thinks her mother is still alive?
"Only my father, he isn't very nice." She replies curtly. Oh, god. This isn't as bad as it would have been with her mother. But still, none of us could bring ourselves to tell her he was dead.
"Excuse me?" she said. After we had been sitting in silence for ten minutes.
"Yes?" I ask. Expecting her to ask for some water or something.
"You said you would explain all this to me. Can you do it now?" she asked.
Well, she certainly was a polite child.
And so, began the explanation.
