Disclaimer: I do not own fairy tail
A young girl sat beside an elderly woman, her wrinkled face like a spider web, intricate, forever shifting and untraceable. Her decrepit fingers clutched a withered picture, like a portal showing the smiling faces of two youths. There was an eerie similarity between the young woman and the old, their forms different yet their eyes screaming with the same life force, the same laughing grin.
"Grandmother, how did you get your scar?" the little girl asked, reaching up to trace the fatal curve from her shoulder to her elbow, the ugly imprint creating a chasm on her once perfect skin. Yet this scar was both imprisoning and liberating she held no ill will against it.
"I got this scar because of a beautiful lie, my dear." She replied, closing her eyes as a gentle wind blew across their faces. The girls face contorted in confusion continued to probe her grandmother with her identical brown orbs, brunette hair flying around her face. Her stare was so intense she failed to notice the approach of the hulking elder man, his head blocking out the sun from its place towering above them.
"Good morning, beautiful ladies." He greeted them, his accent thick like a coating of paint on all of his words. Without speaking you could tell he was foreign, the way he held himself was different to the elderly people she had encountered before, they exuded a feeling of otherness. Yet this otherness was more endearing than a reason for distance. But this particular little girl saw only beauty and strength from this divide, an otherness she wished for herself.
"Grandfather, what is a beautiful lie?" she asked persistently, not noticing the way her grandmothers lips curved at the question. The old man chuckled, rubbing his hands together against the cold.
"Now that's a tricky question…"