Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, and I'm depressed, because this story sucks but I don't care!
Warmth.
That was all she felt.
She felt safe.
She felt comfortable.
The gentle heat wrapped around her small body and coaxed her deeper into her slumber.
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Birds sang outside her window, streams of the morning sunlight naturally pried her out of her sleep. Even so, she snuggled deeper into her soft bed, enveloped in the silk that kept her cosy.
Wait. What bed?
This sudden realisation shot Lucy's body upwards. She frantically searched her surroundings, shock coursing through her veins. The blonde leapt out of her bed and ripped her bedroom door open with such panic, she could hear the hinges squeak in protest.
Maids stood in their usual daily posts which bewildered her. Everything looked the same as her mansion did, why was she here? Lucy was sure that she had run away...she was certain that she had seen the dragon...hadn't she? She knew she had! She had to have! She must've! It didn't make sense!
The girl slammed her door shut just as a maid was approached her with curious eyes, on instinct she shut one of her rare slivers of wooden privacy as it suffered its second rattling assault of the day. Lucy didn't care that she was being rude. She would apologise later.
"No no no no no! I'm not going mad! I was there! I was there! It wasn't a dream! I-I'll prove it!" The blonde cried on the brink of hysteria.
Lucy snatched a baby blue cloak and swung open the door, not bothering to close it as she sprinted down the hallway. Her barefooted appearance spoke volumes of her state of mind. It was most unladylike.
Maids glanced around and gasped at the sight for a crazed heiress flying past them with teary eyes. Her hair was as messy as a bird nest, her dress was scratched, torn and muddy and her face was peppered with small cuts. She didn't care. It should've been enough proof. But it wasn't. How could she be here? Nothing made sense!
The blonde stumbled through the forest, her feet were likely bloodied and she was sure that her once beautiful pink dress was now reduced to tatters. Lucy tripped, fell and rolled through the trees, nature's maze a mystery to her. Rocks and things dig into her feet, dirt sticking to her. The child winced but persevered. The golden fields were real! It was real! The dragon was real!
Then she glimpsed it. But it was all the motivation she needed. Lucy worked even harder as she tumbled through the bushes. She saw a light and it reassured her, relief plastered to her face. Just as she broke through the dense trees, she felt the cold, sharp blade of anguish slice her heart it two. Lucy's chapped lips trembled, her wide eyes horrified and breathing erratic.
She was back in the town. Villagers stared at her horrendous figure, frowning. They dismissed her as nothing but another abandoned child. Those were common nowadays. Bastards were nothing but trouble. Lucy wasn't recognised as the future heiress, no. If she were calmer, then she would've relished the thought that she was deemed normal. But in her current state, she couldn't care less. Nobody lent her their help, not even a hand to lift her from the dusty, dirt ridden cobblestone.
Determination struck her. She would search again.
Again and again, she sprinted and fell and stumbled and tumbled. She didn't care. She would find that place.
Again and again, she arrived at the town, more and more people offering her strange looks. Every time, her mind whirled around her until she came to a startling conclusion.
She was going in circles.
And that's chapter 3! Super short and really, below what I was hoping for...oh well.