Natsu POV

Running for help was the last thing I wanted to do, but I kept my feet pushing forward and ran. I didn't know who to go to. Or what I would say. 'Hey there's a girl glowing in her room, I think you should check it out?' I would be sent to the third floor. Again.

I couldn't go to Karmin, god forbid she would send Lucy away – maybe even to the third floor. And maybe that was right thing to do, but that didn't feel right. At least not to me.

There was something in this that made my heart bump and my entire senses tingle all over my body like little heartbeats. But I felt there was something more important behind all this, like part of me knew but my mind could access it.

Nurses yelled after me, trying to get me. For all they know I was trying to make a not very discrete run for it.

Looking around I had no idea where I was heading or what I had in mind for saying. But there was one person I could count on, or at least listen to me before sending me to the third floor.

Lucy's POV

My throat was dry and empty, my eyes burned and my chest was exploding. And that was the first thing I could feel when I came back –or at least I think I was back. My eyes were watering and nothing was coming into focus. Everything was blank, with the buzzing in my ears ringing a fuzzy sound.

I could see and hear nothing, but I could feel my chest, it was scorching with pain. Burning and no breath would sooth it.

With the little vision I had I could see blackness seep in, covering every grey thing I could see until it was nothing but a black monochrome. And that was it. It reminded me of the night sky, it was all black but in some places it was like a void where you couldn't believe it could get any darker.

I sat up, or at least I thought I did. All my senses were screwed up and I felt like my arms and torso were nothing but prickling sensations.

I was going to die. I couldn't feel the air come into my lungs and the chest was now just bursting. And my arms felt heavy and my mind screamed trouble, there was something wrong here. I wanted to yell out, but a smarter part of me knew that I should savour my energy.

My body began to shake

Breathe Lucy, that's all you need to focus on. Breathe. The Voice spoke, and I was glad to hear it, the sound of it was soothing to this world of darkness. But now my chest hurt for another reason, it made me think of … that.

My mother.

The mermaid.

The goat man, Capricorn.

The golden lights.

The key.

My wrists ….

How could I have forgotten something like that? Memories like those don't just go away. They stay with you.

My head felt light, and the pain in my chest lightened – I couldn't feel it as much. It was fading. But, my head. It's like a rush, it was getting lighter and lighter … I'm feeling dizzy.

I was going to be sick.

I blacked out.

I was dead.

That was my conclusion. And to be completely honest, I didn't mind. I couldn't care. I was nothing but thoughts in an abyss of wherever this was. And I was completely cool with that, like, who needs life? Certainly not me. I hadn't lived it to the standards I would have wanted if I was still alive. I was living in a home of neglect and was transferred to a hospital with lunatics.

I was okay with dying.

Even from a young age, I think I could have handled death. For instance, I liked sleeping with the door shut and being shrouded with darkness and enjoyed the comforts of my own thoughts. Just as I was now. And another thing, from a young age I could sleep with my foot off the bed and was not afraid of demons grabbing me. Because I was already in hell!

I could live in the abyss of this … I had no idea what to call this. But I could live with it, so that has to amount to something, right?

Wake up … wake up … By the tone of the voice I could tell this wasn't the first time it had asked this question, which made me wonder how long I had been like this. There wasn't exactly a time-zone feeling.

I'm here. I responded, not sure where 'here' was.

You're coming back, and it's gonna hurt. Like when you talk to someone over the phone and you can visualise them wincing as they tell you something jaw-dropping. That was what I visualized. But there was no face to the image.

I felt a pull; similar to the one I felt when the voice took me back in time and was moving me around. Like the core of me was attached to a rope and was being pulled upwards and out of this dimension? It was unpleasant to say the least. But it was like visualizing myself at the bottom of the ocean connected to a rope around my waist, and was pulling me to the surface. That was the best way I could explain it.

And with a hard jerk, I was trusted through the black monochrome and back into the world of brightness and dullness. Little improvement.

The first thing I could see was the light on roof from the moon, the bleak space of my ceiling was no interest.

I felt prickles all over my skin, I tried to sit up. It was hard; it took all my energy to focus my bones on moving that I felt light headed.

Natsu's POV

I knocked on the door frantically hoping he was still here. He was the only one I trusted here, and might ever after this.

I had always thought that he had treated me a little differently than the others; maybe by respect I wasn't sure. But that's all I could bank on right now. Since he was my only hope.

The door opened and a small man appeared behind it, looking disgruntled as if awoken from a deep sleep.

"What is it as this ungodly hour – Natsu?" Blinking in surprise he stared at me in shock. It was like I could see the clogs spinning and clicking in his head – questions buzzing through.

"What are you doing here? How did you leave your room?" I stepped passed him into the room, the floor was white polished wood, and behind his large wooden desk was a huge window covering almost the whole wall. He had little things all around the room, frames and instruments, small glass sculptures.

It was all kind of beautiful to see. And it was warm; I turned to see a small fire cackling in the corner fire place with candles aligned on the mantle.

"Natsu?"

I couldn't grab for words unsure of what to say, because there was no way I could describe what I saw.

"It's something important, I promise!" I kept my voice steady but I could still hear a wave of worry in it. "It's about Lucy. I went to go see her … but," It occurred to me I would have to answer his questions about why I was out of bed, and why I was going to the women's quarters. He raised an eye brow at me, the slightest trace of amusement on his face. But he didn't ask questions – he looked mostly serious.

"What is it?"

"Lucy … she's … she's," I didn't know how to explain it "Golden!" I knew what it must have sounded like, but there was no other way to say it.

"Um, I don't follow."

"I went to go see her, and there was gold light all around her," I had to choose my words carefully "but then it drifted away when I walked in."

I waited for him to say something or tell me I was crazy, or I had to go back on my meds. But he didn't say anything but looked slightly alarmed, which was more concerning.

"How long ago?"

"A few minutes?"

"And did you see anything else?"

"No, she was just sleeping when it was happening," Lucy would still be in her nurse outfit, I looked down and realised I was to. Makarov saw this notion and smiled.

"You wouldn't have been on the roof again would you?" There was no anger in his voice.

"Uhhhh …" My mind paddling threw excuses, not bothering to think how he knew we were on the roof. Or better yet, if he was aware we were up there and not stop us.

"Come with me Mr Dragneel, there is something I should tell you and Miss Heartfilia" And if my ears deceived me, I heard excitement in his voice.

Lucy's POV

What have you learnt? What have you understood? The voice was egging and curious, bursting with excitement. Which was slightly concerning, since the voice had never really brought good news.

There are things in this world that others don't know about; my mother was part of it. And I think my father was to. I had called a mermaid into a bathtub as a child. I was severely depressed when my mother died – but I can't remember anything before the age of seven. This is where all my memories came from including the goat man and the fish lady. And I am part of the world that my mother and father were part of – not disconnected from it like a normal teenager.

And why do you think you are here? The Hospital?

They said I inherited my mother's mental illness and were keeping me under watch to see if I showed signs of it …

And that's when it all clicked. My father had sent me here not because he hated me by because he was watching out for me. And it felt like a brick had been loaded off my chest. I felt a rush of gratitude towards the man.

My mother could call things out of another world with a key, and so could I. That was my 'mental illness' and why there were keeping me here. And maybe this place wasn't just your average hospital for lunatics, but for people like me. But who else here could do things – if they could at all?

Bravo, you're figuring it out. I don't know much but this place, but it is filled with mages – people like you. But the people on this floor aren't aware of that. And the people, who have discovered who they are, end up on the third floor.

What about the people who get sent to the third floor but come back?

Now you're asking the real questions. Just look at us – having an intellectual conversation!

What about them though? I pressed.

I have been thinking about it … but this is my conclusion. When somebody gets in some bad shit, their sent to the third floor. And I think the people on the third floor are the ones who have discovered themselves, and when the mixing with the not-yet-realised-it-mages, their energy stimulates others around them. And can cause their process faster. But that's just my guess, and the ones that become aware won't come back down here.

Natsu has been up there plenty of times … and he's fine.

A thick skull that one.

He also said there are rooms, and they hurt you without anything touching you.

Well that just creep's me out.

Thoughts on those?

Yeah, stay away from those things.

What are your thoughts?

Maybe room stimulators for the ones that have harder luck releasing their power?

My 'connection' with the voice seemed to have dimmed. And my other senses tuned in. Hearing the faint small clacks of feet making their way towards me for a room check, I dived under my covers which had been kicked off.

The footsteps stopped at my door, and for a scary moment I was afraid they were going to come in. They went away, and I released a sigh.

"Voice, little voice in my head?" I called aloud softly. No reply but the sound of fast reoccurring footsteps coming towards my room, but this time with an extra walking along side of them.

I closed my eyes and pulled the covers over my head. And listened carefully, but couldn't hear much besides the blood rushing in my ears.

The foot stops ceased at my door, and with a click it was opened to my dark room, light pouring in from the hallway and onto my bed. My back was turned to the door and I couldn't see who was there. But I could feel their eyes on my body, almost a physically feeling like someone was running a finger over my back – I had to consciously remind myself not to shiver. They didn't talk, male or female I didn't really know. I listened to the sound of their heavy breathing, almost like they had run here. They were deep and by the sound of the feet when they had come in they were heavy, or at least one was. The other was softer and smaller. A man and a female?

"Are you sure?" Voice was heavy with question, but low to keep little silence. It was familiar.

It was two men in the room. "I saw her," My eyes snapped open at the familiar sound "there was gold light all around her."

"And what happened when you walked in?"

"The light … it went away. Or drew away I should say."

"And was she conscious of it?" The smaller footsteps came closer "It will make a big difference"

"I … don't think so, I wasn't really looking at her eyes" His voice was anxious, but it didn't sound like it was worried – or for me anyway.

"I don't think it would be wise to wake her up." The steps came closer till I felt like small beady eyes were looking down on me "If what I think happened indeed happened, she will need rest. Natsu, pick her up"

"What?"

"She has to come with us. And I need to call her father"

I wasn't sure whether or not I should feign sleep or jump out of bed. I felt masculine arms wrap around me, one supporting my head and the other one grabbling to put it under my legs; he pulled me to his chest, with the blanket still wrapped around me.

My first thoughts to this were something of panic, and besides from coming to the light of my past – or maybe the darkness of it - all my thoughts could contain right now were the fact that I was pressed against Natsu Dragneel's chest. Which was soft and hard at the same time with muscle behind it, it was warm against my cheek even through his clothes. With my neck in the crook of his arm and legs comfortably supported … may I dare say, I enjoyed the closeness.

Snap out of this Lucy! Focus! You have been stolen from you room – and to them – completely aware that you are so.

I tried to map out where I was in my head, left, left, right, down a hallway … we were past the Art's and Craft's room … which I believed with the sole purpose was there to entertain us rather than have it as a therapeutic exercise.

And eventually I was lost, not knowing where I was and all made me feel slightly valuable. I tried to tune in to that little voice in my head, that little space that it occupied or rented out or whatever … but there was nothing. Not even a small fuzzy feeling, which was a feeling that I often felt when I was talking to my … conscious?

"Put her on the chair." The voice instructed, and could now confirm as the founder of Fairy tail Institution. Makarov Dryer.

"Should I wake her up?"

"I think she's already awake." He said, sounding chipper. Natsu's body, stilled, tensing against me. I could feel eyes peering expectantly at my face. It was worse than being caught red handed somehow. I just had him carry me here the whole time when I was completely competent of walking myself.

I peeked an eye open, trying to have them as closed as possible to look through my lashes, expecting to see him glaring down at me. He wasn't.

I opened my eyes completely and forced myself to make eye contact with him no matter how much I wanted to look away, but I know you always make a better impression when you force yourself to make eye contact.

He smirked at me, somehow finding this erratic situation funny. I turned red, and gingerly let my feet fall to the ground. The silence managed to make this whole situation more amplified.

Stepping away from, I felt it was okay not to look at him and focus on the small man in front of me, whose eyes were flittering between the two of us. Natsu seemed unabashed and I wanted to just crawl away into a hole.

This was really stupid since I was making my biggest concern about a boy carrying me away from the safety of my room, from the order of a man who just made it past my waist height.

"Lucy," Makarov said "We need to have a little chat," I looked at him squarely and I realised how serious this situation was. Feeling slightly emotionally numb form my earlier 'dream' and being carried away, with Natsu saying I was emitting golden light.

But all I could think of was that chest I had been comfortably snuggled against. Perhaps I really did need to be in a hospital.

I gulped. The small man made hand motions to the seats in front of his desk, and Natsu and I took one each, leggs tucked under me I pulled the blanket around me tighter. Makarov taking the one behind his desk.

"I would like to start off by saying in advance for all the stuff I am about to say, I am sorry I have deceived you." Taking time to look both of us in the eye "But it was for a purpose that was meant to be beneficial for us all. And everything that is happening around you is for your own good."

There was a small pause before he started "There are lots of things I have to cover, and I will start at history significance for us all. Generations before all our time. It was 343, when the biggest war had ever hit our world –"

"The war of prevalează de lăcomie" Natsu said. Of course we knew this, it was a history signifcance for our world. Everyone knew this, it was back when the nine countries, Bosco, Seven, Iceberg, Minstrel, Midi, Desierto, Joya, Bellum and Sin. Were ruling not just for the power of their country but for all. A massive power siege from all Nations …

But the way Makarov was speaking about it, was hinting that there was something else behind it. Makarov nodded to Natsu in acknowledgement. This was a war that was known by everyone in this world, not a place in this world that had not known of it or lost people to it. Had been taught in school or had pop quizzes about. That's how big it was.

"Yes, Prevails Of Greediness. A hard time in this world. But, it was another agenda behind it. It was not merely about one man, trying to rule nine nations. It was about one man, wanting to destroy something. Something that was pure to people." He stared hard at us, pushing us to see something serious and hidden. "Something that was intertwined in the lives of … mages" he spoke the last word softly.

My eyes widened. At first not sure I had heard him correctly, but the look on his face showed I had heard correctly.

I understood. I had been talking about 'mages' with the voice in my head. Natsu on the other hand was looking completely baffled and lost. Unsure of what to say or even how he should be reacting. This was so far a confused twitch of his eye brows.

But I on the other hand knew completely what he was talking about, and was understanding where he was going.

Tonight, has been an interesting night. I will make a dot point list when I get back to my room.

"Mages?" Natsu said.

"Magical people" The short man looked at him, seeing that Natsu was the more 'lost' one between the two of us.

"Riiiight…." Voice dipped in sarcasm, which seemed stupid since he came into my room, claiming I had golden light around me. I didn't feel he had room to talk about 'magical people'. I didn't even know what he said was true. Or if he could get proof or how things had been transfigured into a national history discussion of our world.

"People who contain magic in their bodies." Unknown to Makarov, I knew exactly what he was talking about. Magical people, including me. I was on the same page.

This meant his efforts were currently only valid to Natsu.

Natsu looked like he wanted to argue but was lost, he looked at me and his brows furrowed.

"Do those people sprout light?" He wasn't asking me the question but was looked at me suspiciously. So maybe Natsu had been saying the truth before?

Makarov looked at me, "That depends on the person. But Lucy … I have a small inclination of what had happened …"

I totally felt out of place.

"Back to topic?" I spoke. Nervously to shifting the eyes off me, though I was damn hell curious to know what they were talking about there, I knew I should start at top of where ever Makarov was going with this. Logically speaking.

"Right, of course. As I had been saying, mages. A bit over 400 hundred years ago there was war, every nations king wants to rule all nine nations. That's the basic of the history books you'll find anywhere. But what you won't find anywhere is that the war was really a battle between mages, and non-magical people.

You see, there was a time when if you possessed magic, you were worshipped and loved and held higher than any saint at that time. And people lived in harmony. But then some people conspired together, and were planning to change the world. And they succeeded. These were people that were afraid of magic. Thought of it as the devils work.

And soon, mages were in hiding. Guilds – places where mages worked – were burned down. Men killed, women raped, children slaughtered. And soon the world was living in suspicious and hard times. People were paranoid. As the years went on, the truth of the world was pushed away and hidden. And now look, the closest thing you'll find to a mage is a drunken clown on the street making balloon animles." His voice retched in disgust. The way he spoke with conviction and a need for justice in it, made you still and listen.

And I believed everything he is saying.

"And now, there are few of us. Some of us have it genetically; some of us have it by fluke. And all of us must hide it." The anger in his eyes filled with absolute fury. "And now we must stay hidden from the world."

"Us?" That was Natsu.

"You, Lucy and I" Are all mages, everyone in this buildings are mages. Not all of you are 'ill' like we say you are. The truth is my boy, that you all possess something that world would fear. And god forbid, if the Government found out what you are. NO one would ever see you again. We live in a time were its a death sentences to be what you are"

"I'm a mage …" he looked at his hands, like a sign would present itself to him. He looked up at me and I nodded, though I had found out shortly before he did. It made me feel a little superior, and I know that that's egotistical but I couldn't help like knowing that I had discovered something this great without help.

"I know" I smiled at him even though it was weak.

They both stopped to look at me.

"You knew?" they both said instantly, shocked and surprised, and a little bit of joy from Makarov as well. Which strongly made me believe he was about to cry.

"Only recently," I didn't know if I could mention my little voice, but I felt I shouldn't.

"How child?" His facial expression of bafflement and joy made my heart flip.

"Dreams, well they weren't quite dreams, they were …" I hadn't found a word for them. But he seemed to understand, or was at least to happy to my question answer.

"My child!" I honestly felt he was going to cry.

"I'm missing something, so you knew, but didn't tell someone?" Surprise and disbelief was etched in him. Running a tan hand through his pink locks roughly, I was afraid he about to pull some out.

"Yeahhh …"

"How," It wasn't a question, or a statement stated towards anyone. But I asked anyway.

"What?"

His eyes bore into my own, and I wanted nothing more than to melt into them. "How did you. A female. Hold a secret like this?" I physically jerked back.

My mouth dropped open; shock was clearly evident on my part. Makarov didn't look like he was about to scold Natsu's rude implication.

I wanted to smack them both. And I wasn't a violent person. I was more of the soft and take flight type of child. But on the other hand, I did break Gajeel's nose on my first day. So maybe I wasn't as soft as I thought I was. And I had surprised myself when I realised I was more contrived then I originally thought I was.

So I guess there was more discovering of myself needed.

"Because I know how to keep my mouth shut!" And I wasn't about to say I had known twenty minutes longer then he did. That information is for myself only.

"And these dreams, child, what did they consist of?" Completely ignoring the exchange between Natsu and I.

"They were of my past. They showed me things," I thought of my mother, and how happy she was when she was alive. And those spirits. And, my cutting … I pulled at my nurse sleeve, wanting to pull it back and look for scares. But not while they were in the room with me, that would have to be for another time "about my mother, and the things she could do. What I could do."

"Yes child! Yes!" He bounded around his desk to me, holding my hands in his. "And have you realised anything else?"

"That's why I'm here?" Thinking of the conversation I had with my voice earlier. "I had inherited my magic genetically. And the same sort that my mother had. She had these –"

"Keys!" Squeezing my hands harder, he was bursting with happiness. "I know. I had met your mother. God bless her, and I was one of the few people who knew of her secret, along with your father and a few other mages"

My eyes watered, but no tears fell. The mention that someone else would talk of my mother in front of me made me want to weep. After years of having only my servants mention of her fondly to me. And now having her openly spoken in front filled me with happiness.

"My father, is he a mage?"

He chuckled, "Yes, both your parents."

"Wait; back up back up back up! This is actually happening … you're not cracking on bullshit?" The pinkette looked like he was about faint in his chair. Something like wickedness flickered in Makarov's eyes; he turned slyly to look at Natsu.

"And you Natsu," his eyes flashing "Were raised by a Dragon."

~X~

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