Hello people of the internet variety. This is another update coming to you live from my cave of a bedroom in northern Canada.
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So please sit back and enjoy, to the best of your ability this following chapter.
2015: Revised
~The following morning~
Lucy awoke to the distant grumbling of a seemingly upset Porlyuscia. "Dammit, where did I put that Telltogs Tail?"
Lucy moaned, the infirmary was so loud. She'd hardly slept last night due to some first year who had a stomach flu and was puking constantly.
Light filled the large room, warming Lucy's closed eyelids pleasantly. Lucy knew she had to get up, unlike Levy Porlyuscia wasn't going to remind her to get moving. And if she did she'd surely be far less accommodating.
Mumbling unhappily Lucy's eyes fluttered open, the tall ceilings and rafters staring down on her.
It had to be around 6:30, breakfast would get be starting soon.
At the thought of food Lucy's stomach lurched, a wave of hunger tearing apart her gut.
Frowning Lucy pushed back her blankets and tossed her feet over the side of her bed. Yawning Lucy stretched, toes brushing the chilly tile floor.
"Morning Miss. Heartfillia." Porlyuscia appeared beside her, measuring an awful looking green mixture into a cup.
Smiling gently Lucy waved at the elderly pink haired lady, standing now and stretching more thoroughly.
"Morning." Lucy muttered through a stifled yawn.
"Levy dropped these off for you early this morning." Porlyuscia gestured to a neat stack clothes, Lucy's school uniform.
"She said something about hurrying to the library to study, what a dedicated witch she is." The healer said, organizing things in a drawer near Lucy.
"She sure is." Lucy said, smiling at the thought of her keen friend.
Lucy grabbed the bundle of clothing off the seat, and began hustling towards the doorway.
"Byeee!" She called over her shoulder cheerfully.
Porlyuscia watched the boisterous blonde run out, a worried look creeping on her face.
Call it a witches intuition but something seemed very wrong about that girl, very wrong indeed.
~At Breakfast~
"Whew, just in time for breakfast." Lucy beamed joyfully, straightening out her fresh pressed uniform with her hands.
Lucy ruffled her blonde hair, after taking the quickest shower of her life her hair was still damp. A large grumble vibrated from Lucy's stomach, her belly demanding food. Applying her favourite cherry lip gloss and with a wink at her bathroom mirror Lucy rushed down the stairs, heading for the Grand Hall.
Loud voices could be heard from the hallway outside, raucous giggles and various chatterings welcomed Lucy cheerfully.
Lucy pushed open the door, the smell of food hitting her like a freight train.
Lucy inhaled deeply, grinning in spite of herself.
The familiar voices of her friends sounded in her ears, with a large grin on her face Lucy hurried towards where her dormitory was seated.
Her friends were so busy with their separate conversations they didn't notice Lucy approaching until she was seated in the vacant spot beside Juvia.
The bluette snapped her head around, blue eyes wide at the sight of the blonde beside her.
"L-Lucy!"
At this everyone else at the table also stopped their train of conversation at stared at the blonde, flabbergasted.
"Lucy! You're alright! We were all so worried about you." Lisanna blurted out, blinking in surprise as if she couldn't totally comprehend the sight of the blonde witch.
Lucy beamed at her friends, reaching for one of the many pieces of toast that sat stacked on a plate.
"Of course I'm alright." Lucy giggled, shoving the buttered bread into her mouth.
"You sure are hungry." Levy pointed out, skeptical due to the blonde's usual petite appetite, sipping on a tall glass of cranberry juice.
Lucy grinned through a mouthful of toast, her friends all laughing at the sight.
"It's good to see you're safe." Erza said, munching on a celery stick, eyeing the blonde curiously.
Lucy swallowed her toast, then took a large gulp of orange juice, then smiled again.
"You guys worry too much. I only got lost."
"But Levy said you were in the Whispering Woods." Juvia pointed out.
Lucy chewed on her second piece of toast thoughtfully for a moment, again having that awful feeling that she was forgetting something really important.
"All those ghost stories about those woods are bogus, I was in there for over an hour and I didn't see nothing." Lucy said bravely, puffing her chest up with pride.
At this all the girls cooed in astonishment, asking Lucy questions about the forbidden forest.
"Hey Luce, I must admit we're all a little disappointed you came out of those woods alive."
Lucy turned slowly in her seat, knowing that voice all too well.
Natsu, Gray and an insanely bored looking Jellal stood in front of her.
Juvia tensed up in her spot beside Lucy, her face growing hot at the sight of Gray.
Lucy crossed her legs, a smug smile tugging at her lips. She didn't know why but adrenaline shot through her nerves, she wanted Natsu to fight her.
"Good morning." Lucy said calmly, a voice that wasn't quite her own coming out of her mouth.
Natsu shifted his weight, an unsettling cocky look plastered on Lucy's face.
"You're awfully calm for someone who almost died last night." Natsu sneered.
Lucy began stirring her half full cup of orange juice with her pinky, body relaxed, at ease.
"Why wouldn't I be? Unlike you I'm no coward." Lucy said coolly, eyes glaring up at Natsu.
Gray and Loke made an 'oooh' sound and began whispering to one another, whilst fear rocketed through Natsu, her eyes were completely black! Was no one else seeing this?! He struggled to keep his composure, but her liquid black eyes felt like they were piercing his soul.
Alarmed Natsu stepped back, his friends seemingly oblivious to the terrifying change in Lucy's appearance.
"Natsu, what's wrong with you?" Gray hissed under his breath.
Natsu reeled backwards, pure terror written on his face.
"Scared pretty boy?" Lucy jested, her lip curling into a sickening sweet smile.
Natsu grabbed Gray and Jellal's collars, turning on his heel and darting away. The other two teens dragged behind him.
Juvia blanched, shocked. "Lucy w-what was that?"
Lucy shook her head, eyes flickering back to their normal brown colour, an odd buzzing in the back of her head.
"I-I don't really know." Lucy said honestly, head spinning.
From across the table Levy frowned, forehead creasing, something was definitely wrong. She just couldn't put a finger on what.
~Potions Class~
"Good morning class!" Professor Strauss greeted her potions class gleefully, placing her steaming cup of tea on her desk.
"Good morning Professor Strauss!" The class echoed back with far less vigor.
Out of all the teachers at Fairy Tail Professor Strauss was the most loved. Her two classes, Transfiguration and Potions were everyone's favourites.
"It's good to see everyone is so awake this morning." Mirajane said, leaning against the front of her desk, mug halfway to her lips. "Because we have quite a difficult potion today."
At this the whole class simultaneously groaned. Just because they liked Madame Strauss didn't mean they enjoyed the tedious work of making potions.
Lucy sat attentively in her desk, hoping today she could make up for her past failure.
"Today we're making Helgen's Halt. This is a complicated potion, the drinker will freeze in stasis for exactly ten hours, no matter the amount ingested. The boiling stages are complex and very important, if you don't boil a certain part of the mixture long enough you can seriously affect your outcome . . ."
Lucy zoned out, her attention fixated on the fluttering Mocking May that sat solemnly in it's cage behind Madame Strauss's desk.
The bird's long lavender beak picked at the seeds in it's food dish, clucking quietly to itself.
The birds clawed feet scratched at it's gorgeous turquoise feathers tiredly.
Poor bird, he looks so bored. Lucy thought to herself, hands cradling her chin.
I'm a girl.
Lucy jumped, her thighs bumping against the bottom of her desk, whose voice was that? Lucy peered around the room but everyone was still listening to the teacher.
It's me young one. The bird.
Lucy's eyes jolted back to the cage, the birds black eyes now locked on hers.
Y-you can talk? Lucy thought, mind caked in confusion.
The bird titled it's head to the side, clacking its beak together.
Yes.
B-But how? Lucy wondered, leaning forward in her seat.
All animals can talk young one, humans just don't listen.
Lucy chewed on the bottom of her lip.
How come I can talk to you then? Lucy asked.
Because you listen young one.
Lucy thought that over, had she always been able to talk to animals? No. This was crazy, she definitely needed more sleep.
You're not crazy young one, you have just remembered how to listen. The bird croaked.
Why do you keep calling me young one? Lucy asked, all conversation outside her head irrelevant.
Because you have barely lived. I am older than this building and far wiser than any human alive.
Lucy swallowed thickly.
What's you name? Lucy asked again.
In this lifetime I've had many names but the one I like the most is Yule.
Lucy smiled at the bird. That's a pretty name.
It is the name of life in the Ancients language. Tis why the fondness. I am not without pride.
Do you ever wish to be . . . free? Lucy asked tentatively, bashful.
Everyday, young one. The wizards of the academy have kept me under lock and key for far too long.
I'll let you free. Lucy said boldly.
Yule cocked her head again, pointy claws clicking against the cage.
You speak recklessly young one, you do not know what they will do to you if they catch you.
Lucy shook her head feverishly, determined.
I promise you, I will let you free. Soon.
I hear the promise in your words, if you are true I shall do something for you in return.
Lucy was about to project her thoughts back at the bird but a very loud voice broke her concentration.
"Lucy would you like to demonstrate how to properly crush a Pickled Ugg egg for the class?" Madame Strauss asked coldly, hand on her hips.
Lucy blinked, remembering where she was.
Again the whole classes eyes were directed at her, but this time she felt confident. Like she actually knew what to do.
"Sure." Lucy nodded.
Mirajane had to bite back her surprise at the girls willingness. Usually Lucy would blather some excuse to why she wasn't listening to the lesson and then rub the back of her neck sheepishly.
Lucy stood fluidly from her seat, everyone's eyes following her every move.
"Here's to hoping we won't all die." Lucy heard Natsu snicker, she remained calm.
Lucy stood beside Mirajane at the lab table, a very odd looking egg sitting in a awful pile of purple goop.
Gesturing her forward kindly, Mirajane watched her with gauged suspicion.
"Go ahead." Mira said.
Lucy nodded curly, facing the eggs.
"First you take the tongs and carefully remove the eggs from the remaining larva." Lucy said, hands smoothly extracting the egg.
"Be careful, if too much pressure is applied the egg with explode coating you in a very unpleasant green goo." Lucy said equally.
Mira stared at Lucy, blue eyes wide as saucers, even she herself couldn't remove the eggs with such grace!
"After you have extracted the egg you must dry it cautiously with a clean towel, the larva cells, if not removed, will interfere with your potion."
Lucy hands moved on their own, deliberately drying the egg with undeniable poise.
Murmurs broke out in the class, whispers of disbelief spreading like the plague.
"Then, once the egg is thoroughly dry you take a blunt knife and insert it in the centre of the egg. Making sure not to go too deep as if to disturb the foetus. Following this you continue from your
incision and make one large, clean cut."
Lucy smoothly did as she had just said until to perfectly even halves of the egg sat on the table.
"Now, with a sharp, clean scalpel you remove the contents of the egg and then cream with a wooden roller."
Mirajane gobbled like a fish, cheeks tinted red, she was absolutely floored.
As soon as Lucy finished the blonde stepped away from the table, bowed slightly and stood obediently at Madame Strauss's side.
"L-Lucy that was outstanding!" Mira gushed, clapping her hands together exuberantly.
Lucy smiled smugly, unbeknownst to her her eyes turned back into their milky brown colour.
"Thank you Professor Strauss, you're much too kind." Lucy said humbly.
"Nonsense!" Mira gasped, hands clutched to her chest. "You are too modest! That was the most beautiful crushing of a pickled Ugg egg I've ever seen!" Mira exclaimed.
"Everyone a round of applause for Lucy's elegant tackling of this project!" Mira shouted enthusiastically.
The class clapped loudly. Well, everyone besides a very peeved fire wizard who wasn't so peachy about Lucy's apparent success.
"Lucy please take a seat! Seeing how advanced you I don't see a need for you to do the practice potion. Please just entertain yourself with whatever you see fit."
Lucy smiled, walking calmly back to her seat, that same smug grin slipping across her face.
"Thank you Professor Strauss." Lucy said.
Levy turned in her seat, that same look from earlier was plastered on Lucy's face.
Yes, something was wrong, very wrong.
DEERRP. Hahaha, well their is the next chapter. What's going down with Lucy? She can talk to bloody animals. Whoa man.
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