Everyone was in high spirits at the news of our new S-Class, Alzack. The couple approached me during the festivities.
"Lucy!We'd like to thank you. . . for everything." Bisca said happily as she snuggled into Alzack's arms, which were snaked around her waist. I smiled at the little scene.
"It's nothing. You guys do have some serious skill and planning, I was hoping you'd make it, Alzack." I said to them.
"We'll be in debt to you Lucy. Not only for helping us win, but for getting us together as well." Alzack said as pink dusted his and Bisca's cheeks. Waving my hands in front of my face, I assured them that it truly wasn't a big deal.
"Alzack!" Makarov shouted. I ushered them on, but not before smiling at them again.
I watched again from afar, slowly realizing I was slinking into the shadows of the darkened island. I was surprisingly not fazed by the darkness, it felt strangely familiar. I decided I wouldn't be missed from the festivities, and turned to leave from the area.
Once I was far out enough, I lit a light orb to follow me as I went. I stopped to examine the numerous sights the island had to offer, and soon enough, I didn't know where I was. Feeling no need to freak out or go back, I just continued on my way.
Lucy, you've waited long enough.
I froze, this voice again? The oddly engrossing, familiar female voice. I searched my mind for any memories, but found it hurt to do so, so I stopped. Realizing I should get back, I was about to return, then I saw a golden light up ahead. Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I followed it as it floated ahead.
The light slowly began to fade, I didn't want it to. I ran up towards it, then stopped dead in my tracks.
Ahead, like all the times before, was the man in black. Now I could get a better look though. He had short, black hair with an odd puff on top of it, which I very much wanted to fluff up. He also wore a high-collared, gold-trimmed robe with a white, toga like thing draped around him. What struck me most was the look in his eyes. Eyes that seemed to have given up, lost hope. I instinctively found myself walking towards him.
"Z-Zeref." I said before I noticed, Zeref?
He whirled around. "N-No."
He appeared like he was going to flee. Why does he continue to evade me? Why am I so inexplicably drawn to him? I ran up to him and tackled him to the ground, trying to keep him from leaving me. He seemed to be utterly panicked, as he was frantically trying to break my grasp. I tightened my arms around him.
"No! You can't! Your. . . .memories! He'll come!" He screamed. I felt dark energy radiating from him. The type that spells out DANGER in big black letters, but for some reason, I knew he didn't want to hurt me. He would have escaped or killed me by now.
"Don't leave me! Why do you always leave?!" I said as i began to sob into his chest. I felt empty after every encounter with him, it was the most terrifying feeling. I felt so. . . alone.
"You're. . . ." He started as he stopped squirming. We lay there in almost silence, save for our ragged breath. I stared into his black eyes, those eyes that broke my heart to look at.
"D-Did you?" He began to say something. He slowly, tentatively, reached out his hand to touch my tear-stained face. Once his slim fingers brushed against my cheek, something clicked.
The world blacked out, then slowly faded into color.
"Hello! I'm Lucy Vermillion! I'm a close friend of Mavis. Nice to meet you!" I said to a young boy, who looked to be around ten. I smiled at him. He was around my age!
"Hello." He said curtly, I frowned, then smiled again.
"Hey, you don't have to be such a sourpuss! If I'm going to be looking after you from now on, then we should be friends!" I said as I gripped his hands in mine. I noticed him blush and turn to glare at Mavis. She smiled innocently and spoke.
"Now Lucy, you have to look after him. Make sure his magic doesn't get out of hand!" She said as she started walking away. Ipresumed that she was going out to do some adult thing. I turned to the boy.
"So Mavis says your name is Zeref. Do you have a last name?" I asked. He scowled and looked at the ground.
"I don't want to share a name with my parents." He spat at the ground. I had an ingenious idea.
"Then you'll be a Vermillion! That's what happened when Mavis-nii took me in!" I said exitedly. He seemed to brighten slightly at the idea.
"C'mon! Let's go to my home, Mavis will be there soon!" I said as I began to drag him away.
I gasped. I frantically looked around, then noticed I was in some sort of warmth. Glancing up, I saw a pair of dark eyes meet mine.
"Y-you. . . . . Who am I?" I asked, tears falling down my face. Did I just remember something? Everything seemed so. . . different.
He looked reluctant to speak.
"You're. . . Lucy Vermillion. Born in x302. One of the most powerful mages in existence."