I do not own Fairy Tail.
The Heartfillia estate loomed before me, illuminated by pale moonlight. It's familiar silhouette causing the knot in my stomach to tighten. I hadn't expected to see this place again. Despite it being past midnight a single room shone like a beacon, its curtains half drawn over a set of French doors, its balcony beckoning me. A sad smile tugged at my lips, recognizing it as my Father's office. Even now he was working, shut in his office as if it was his entire world. I sighed, bracing myself as I stepped down onto the cold stone of his balcony.
HeartString vanished from my hands. Nerves twisted my insides; tighter than before at the sight of my Father's broad back. He was sitting at his large mahogany desk,scrutinizing over some documents, a silver pen in hand as if ready to pounce on any mistake he noted. The tension in his shoulders suggested he had been doing this for hours. It wouldn't surprise me if he had. Father would often throw himself into his work. After Mom died he began locking himself in his office and having his meals brought to him. I sighed, unpleasant memories resurfacing. A familiar longing welled up inside me as I watched him. The only thing separating us was a set of glass doors. For a moment my heart felt heavy, wishing it could be that simple.
I shook my head, focusing on why I was here. He ordered my kidnapping and given Jose Porla enough motive to fuel his precious revenge guild war, almost resulting in the destruction of the Fairy Tail guildhall and its inhabitants. I clenched my fist, frustrated. If Jose had won it would have meant my Father had succeeded in destroying an entire guild and turning another evil, all through one simple bribe. He had barely stepped into my world and yet he had almost shaken it to its core.
My longing faded. Wishful thinking overpowered by a bitter curiosity. I reached out and turned the door handle, relieved that it wasn't locked as I stepped soundlessly into my Father's lair.
Not soundlessly enough.
"You should have used the main entrance." Jude Heartfillia commented, displeasure evident in his voice yet his eyes continued to scan the paper he held before him. My heart jumped but I kept my expression blank, stepping out of the comforting darkness and into his line of sight. Remaining silent, I examined his office for any changes, a strange sense of disappointment passing over me when I realised it was identical to the room I stormed out of five years ago, the only difference being the framed photograph he kept of Mom on his desk was turned over.
In the corner of my eye I saw my Father's head rise from his work, giving me the once over. "The maids could have made you presentable for our reunion." He clicked his pen impatiently before setting it down, his black eyes scrutinizing me further, pausing on my Celestial keys with scorn. "Anything would have been better than this improper appearance."
I furrowed my brows, momentarily confused until I caught a glimpse of myself in the windows reflection. My clothes were crumbled and covered in dirt after escaping from Jose's prison, pale skin peeked out from a tear on my sleeve. I bit my cheek.
It's your fault I'm like this.
"I didn't want to get their hopes up." I stated calmly, referring to the maids. "This will only be a short visit after all."
Before he could reply I strode over to his desk and slid Mom's photo under his nose, keeping my expression neutral. "What the hell were you thinking using Mom's picture? Was this meant to be a joke?" I demanded, my voice betraying my apparent composure.
He took the small picture in his hands, a pang of sadness flashed through his cold eyes. "I doubted you would still look the same as you did when you were 14." He held the photo up next to me, comparing us. He went silent for a moment, his mouth forming into a thin line. "Uncanny…" He muttered under his breath, tossing the photo to the far edge of his desk, a slight tremor in his hand.
"Thirteen." I corrected him, crossing my arms. "I was thirteen when I left." It wasn't surprising that he got my age wrong but it still left a bitter taste in my mouth. He merely nodded, lifting his pen to write a few words on the document before him and setting it down again. His disinterest irked me and I found myself wanting to get this conversation over as soon as possible.
"Is it true? You hired Phantom Lord to kidnap me? A simple letter would have serviced."
Jude sighed, shuffling his papers in frustration. "You never used to be this disrespectful. I had hoped that rebellious phase of yours would be over now since you're almost an adult…" His black eyes stared into mine. I resisted the urge to look away. "It must be down to that distasteful guild you've joined. Mr Porla was kind enough to tell me all about it. Such savages. A young lady shouldn't be involved with such uncivilised company, especially a lady of this house."
"That was Porla's own grudges coming through." I retorted, anger rising. "How could you trust the word of a man who kidnaps people? If anyone's uncivilised it's you! Paying a criminal to kidnap your own daughter! Don't even get me started on the damage you caused the guild." I hissed. "People could have been kill-"
"Enough!" He snapped, slamming his hands down on the thankfully sturdy desk, and half standing up, a vein throbbing on his temple. "I let you have your silly adventures for long enough. It's time for you to return and fulfill your duty as a Heartfillia." He breathed, attempting to regain his composure.
I blinked, taken aback. "Silly adventures?" I took a step towards him, pointing to myself. "I have been trying to find out what happened! I'm still trying! Unlike you!" I snapped, swallowing back the lump in my throat that always came with this topic.
Father sighed, exhausted. "I know it must have been hard to lose your Mother but it's been eight years… It's time for you to move on." His voice cracked slightly.
I slammed my hand down on the desk, he stiffened, his tiredness disappearing. I was trembling with rage. "Move on?" I hissed. "How can I when we don't even know how she died?" My voice was rising with each sentence. "How can I when we don't even know where her body is?" I could feel my eyes watering; I turned away, not wanting to him to see.
Jude was quiet for a moment. "She's dead. Layla's dead Lucy." His voice kept it's manner of fact voice tone but it was softer than usual. I blinked away my tears, turning back to him. "I know…" I replied defensively, my voice meek. I wasn't an idiot. We stood in silence for few minutes, both too drained to continue this conversation.
He cleared his throat. His composure regained. "Anyway, I didn't spend ten million jewels just to argue about your Mother." He lent back in his chair, entwining his fingers, watching me with business-like eyes. "It won't be long before you're a fully grown woman. It's time to consider your role in the Heartfillia Konzern's future…" He opened a lower drawer, rummaging through some documents as he spoke. "There have been several potential suitors that I have deemed eligible for your hand." He pulled out some files and pushed them across the desk towards me. I gave them a disgusted glance.
I should have known it was about money I thought bitterly. "And here I thought you just missed your daughter." I wanted my response to sound sharp and biting but it came out weak and faltering instead. I breathed in shakily, gripping the desk in an attempt to calm myself down before I lashed out or worse; broke down.
Father didn't seem to notice. "It's your obligation as the last Heartfillia to continue the line. I let you have your fun. From now on you must represent the Heartfillia name as a proper lady, not some scruffy magician in a tasteless guild."
My nails dug into the smooth wood. My brown eyes meet my Fathers and stared into them coolly. "I'd much rather be a scruffy magician than one of your pawns." I stated, taking a deep breath. "As far I'm concerned I haven't been a Heartfillia since I left five years ago." I admitted in defeat. I reached out and took the photo of Mom he'd given Jose Porla before walking away towards the hallway door. "Next time you need me, just write." I spoke quietly, refusing to look back and be dragged into another argument. I opened the door and stepped into the darkness.
My eyes adjusted quickly. Soft carpet cushioned my footsteps as I made my way through the hallways. Part of me was glad it was dark so I didn't have to see the home I grew up in. I clutched Mom's photo in my hand, walking slowly but purposefully towards the end of the hall, keeping my footsteps light as I crept downstairs. Half asleep I found myself lingering at a heavy wooden door, hesitating for a moment before reaching out tentatively to its brass handle, turning it slowly, testing if it was locked. I heard a soft click and the door edged forward, its hinges creaking. My stomach flipped. I glanced over my shoulders, paranoid that someone may have heard.
Afraid to make more noise I slipped through the small opening and carefully shut the door behind me. I lent back against it in the dark. I didn't know why I had chosen to come here, my body was sore, my magic drained and I could barely keep my eyes open. It would have been smarter just to go to my room or crash in the nearest guest room.
I formed HeartString, its soft glow guiding me towards the heavy velvet curtain draped on the far side of the room. I tugged gently it to one side with my free hand, letting my bow disappear as moonlight seeped in, illuminating the room. It was the same as when I left. Bookshelves lined the walls, bare except for a few neglected books and a thick coating of dust. In the corner next to me lay a chaise lounge covered by a white sheet, more covered furniture rested by the door; a desk and an armchair.
I exhaled, relieved. When I had found the door unlocked I expected the room to be empty. It used to be my Mother's study- she had retired from being a mage before I was born but she kept her interest in Celestial magic. When she wasn't entertaining guests or playing with me she could be found in here, her nose deep in a book.
I left the window, stepping out towards the bookshelf nearest me. A single book lay sideways on its middle shelf, I reached out and picked it up, my nose wrinkling at the disturbed dust floating in the air. There was a time where every shelf was full but that was before Mom died. I glanced at the covered chaise lounge, a shiver passing down my spine.
It was obvious that Mom's death wasn't natural. Dad and I both knew magic was involved but while I wanted to turn to it for answers, he wanted to expel it from our lives completely. He got rid of any magical items in the house, starting with the books; hundreds of titles on spellcraft and magical lore, some rare, some common, all gone. And then he went for my keys…
I flicked though the book; it was an Astronomy guide. I dropped it back onto its shelf with disinterest. I sighed, sitting down on the chaise lounge, the sheet crumpling beneath me. Dad thought if he took my keys my magic would be gone. He didn't know about my bow or the dragons. I yawned, lying back. Not that it mattered, after that day they never came back.
My eyes fell on a family portrait hanging on the opposite wall, one of the many commissioned throughout the house. This one was back when I was toddler, before headaches, dragons and magic bows seemed normal. I was sitting on a chair while my parents stood behind me. Moonlight shone on the upper half of the painting, focusing on my parents smiling faces.
How could things go so wrong?
I continued to gaze at them feeling myself drift back to that day…
A ten year old Lucy Heartfilla finished her morning lessons, sprinting out of her own private classroom and bounding up the stairs to her parent's bedroom. Her Mother had been resting there for the past week and Lucy insisted on entertaining her. Out of breath she turned the corner, skidding to a halt and narrowly avoiding crashing into her Father's towered over her, dark circles under his eyes and arms crossed, blocking the way to her Mother's bedside.
"Where do you think you're going young lady?" He asked, amused.
Lucy grinned, revealing a gap where her front tooth used to be. "I'm going to play with Mommy obviously!"
Jude returned her smile, crouching down to her level and reaching out to pat her pale blond hair. It was in pig-tails today- a style Layla loved. Lucy had been wearing them all week. "Mommy isn't feeling well right now Lucy. You should let her rest for a bit. Okay?" He spoke softly but firmly. Lucy pouted, staring into his eyes defiantly. He stared back, a twinkle of amusement in his black eyes, his mouth quirked into a knowing smirk. "Okay Lucy? Give her some rest. That way she can get better quicker." He reassured her, ruffling her hair gently before standing up again and shooing her away from the master bedroom. "Now off you go." Lucy watched him, displeased. She stayed put, calculating whether she could reach the master bedroom before he caught her. His smile widened, noticing her indecision. "Don't even think about it. If you're that bored I'm sure Bero could give you another lesson?"
At the mention of lessons Lucy shot from his sight, back down the stairs from where she came. She didn't stop until she out in the gardens .She sighed, unsettled. With a light frown she dragged her feet through the gardens with dejection. Mom was still sick which meant the healing magic she had used on her didn't work. At first she thought the magic might take a few days to work but it had been almost a week and she had been doing it every day without fail. Maybe Mom ate something weird at her birthday ceremony? Even though they ate all the same things…She huffed, kicking a stone off the path and landing it in one of the many flowerbeds that surrounded her home. This bed was a mess of pinks and reds. Lucy reached out to pick one; a dark pink flower the same colour as her Mom's favourite dress. She paused halfway, remembering Spetta's scolding from the last time she'd taken flowers from the garden. Lucy scowled, wondering why there was such a stupid rule.
She grinned slyly, turning sharply and darting towards her secret pathway. The wildflowers in the forest were much prettier than the boring ones the gardener liked so much and she could take as many as she wanted. Her grin widened, imaging her Mother's face when she brought them later on. Maybe she would make her a daisy necklace too.
Lucy wondered if she'd run into any dragons. She formed her bow just in case. Igneel liked to surprise her and Grandeeney always seemed pleased if Lucy got a shot in. She crept carefully through the trees, avoiding stepping on any broken twigs or leaves. The anticipation of a fight made her heart ache enjoyably, impatient to begin but also savouring the hunt itself. Her fingertips hummed with excitement, twitching at the slightest sound or movement. After ten minutes of sneaking from tree to tree, Lucy's impatience won out, giving up on any inkling of stealth and instead making as much noise as possible. Hoping they would come to her, she kept her bow raised, expecting to deflect a fireball or a dissatisfied gust of wind at any moment. Thinking they were playing sly, Lucy snickered, leaping into their training zone, ready to launch her own attack. To her disappointment the opening where they usually trained together was empty, not a dragon in sight. After a few minutes of fruitless searching Lucy sighed and let her bow disappear.
The training area was no good for flowers. Igneel had left the ground scorched and any surviving flower would have its petals blown off thanks to Grandeeney . Lucy marched further into the woods, squealing with delight at the discovery of a small meadow filled golden yellow flowers, she gathered as many as she could in her small hands, the pollen making her nose itch. Pleased with her work she turned back home, a light skip in her step.
The yellow reminded her of their Celestial keys. She hoped Mom thought so too. Back though her secret pathway she went, humming to herself as she strolled through the garden on her way home. It was a detour but one her Mother insisted on ever since Spetta caught her leaving the forest a few years back. She had to be sneaky and make people think she was playing in the garden when in fact she was usually in the depths of the nearby forest.
"Lucy…"
A familiar voice called out, weaker than usual. Lucy looked up, a wide grin spreading across her face when she saw who was approaching. "Mom!" she exclaimed, skipping to meet her halfway, waving the flowers over her head. " Look what I-" Lucy stopped, noticing the rushed unsteady steps her mother was taking, dropping the flowers as her Mother stumbled onto the cold stone pathway in front of her, palms outstretched. Lucy shot towards her, reaching her side within seconds.
"Mom?" Lucy asked, afraid, kneeling on the cold stone, her arms wrapped around her Mother's shoulders. Was she always this thin? She yelled for help but Layla stopped her, placing a finger on her daughter's quivering lips. "It's okay Lucy. I'll be okay just listen…" She was out of breath. Lucy tried not to panic, noticing the lack of colour in her face. "Mom?" She hadn't looked this bad last night.
Layla smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. She gripped her daughter's wrist. "I'm sorry Lucy…." She breathed. "I'm sorry I couldn't find another way. I'm sorry I had to-"she winced, bending over in pain. She trembled in Lucy's small arms. "I need you to listen." She hissed through gritted teeth, her hand tightening on her daughter's arm.
Unable to just sit back and watch Lucy reached inside herself, feeling her eyes turn white. Pale blue light shimmered from her hands. Lucy watched in horror as the light repelled from her mother's skin, dissipating into the air. She tried again, summoning all she could, it happened again. Lucy blinked away her tears. "What's happening Mommy? Why can't I heal you?" she choked, tightening her grip on her Mother frail body.
Layla smiled softly, reaching up to cup Lucy's cheek. "Shh it's okay…" she consoled. "Just listen…"she grimaced, sitting up a little straighter in her arms. "You're special Lucy. It's not your fault but you need to hide it…"
Lucy pulled her closer, her cold skin sending shivers down Lucy's spine. "Hide what Mommy? Please you're scaring me! Let me get a doctor or Da-" Layla shook her head, her grip on Lucy's wrist tightening in alarm. "There's no time. You need to hide it. "she wheezed, a glazed look in her feverish brown eyes. Lucy shook her, panicking. "What do you mean there's no time?! What do you want me to hide?!" she snapped, terrified. "MOM!"
Layla wheezed harder, her chest rising and falling with difficulty. Water welled in the corners of her eyes. "Your magic. Conceal your power Lucy. It's too dangerous..." She rasped, pulling her daughter down and pressing her lips to her cheek, tears streaming down her face. Lucy eyes widened at the words she whispered next, warnings of magicians she'd never meet. Confused and afraid, countless questions filled Lucy mind, none she had time to ask. Layla's body went limp, slipping back onto the cold stone, tears in her eyes and a weak smile on her face.
Lucy froze, the lump in her throat made it hurt to speak. She whimpered "Mommy it's not funny anymore." as she reached out, her fingers trembling. "Mommy wake up" Lucy poked her Mother's cheek, terrified it would be ice cold. It wasn't. She frowned at the strange feeling at her fingertips, pulling her hand away. Confused she touched Layla's cheek again, her fingers tingled. "Mommy?" Lucy whispered. Maybe her healing magic from before was working? Desperately hopeful Lucy pressed her hands to her Mother's skin; it tickled slightly as she felt the tingling sensation spread up her arms and through her body. She rolled her shoulders as the tingling intensified, causing her body to hum uncomfortably. The humming became stronger, stinging in her hands. Lucy winced. She shut her eyes, focusing on enduring the prickling; reminding herself of all the cuts and bruises she had gotten over the years.
Sharp needles stabbed at her hand, sending shocks up her arm. Lucy gasped, attempting to jerk her hand away on instinct, appalled when she couldn't. Her hands were stuck. Unable to pull away, her arms buckled. Shocks tore through her body like sharp needles in her veins. Lucy shrieked as the pain escalated, causing her mind to burn white. Her eyes rolled back as the world went dark, high-pitched screams echoing in her ears.
Lucy woke to hushed voices and heavy footsteps. Her head throbbed. Her tongue was dry, making it hard to swallow. She groaned, touching her temple gingerly. She peeked open an eye, regretting it immediately as harsh sunlight blinded her. Confused and disorientated, she sat up, noticing she was in the drawing room, curled up on an armchair. Lucy frowned. This room was for visitors, why was she in here?
Did Mom carry her in here? She shivered, unsettled by her dream. She clenched her fist, remembering its vividness. It couldn't be real, she told herself uncertain. More footsteps echoed followed by muffled cries. Lucy's heart sank, her confidence chipping away. She slipped off the armchair, taking careful reluctant steps towards the noise. Her feet seemed heavier and the dull ache in her temples made her dizzy.
More cries. Lucy slid the door open, just enough to pass through. The hall was empty. She could hear murmurs coming from further down the corridor, where her Mother's study was. Blood pumped in her ears, each step she took filled with dread.
Please be a dream. Please be a dream.
Jude Heartfillia stood outside Layla's study, his face ashen and withdrawn. He was deep in conversation with another man who carried a briefcase with a white coat slung over his arm. Lucy noticed how her Father's hands were shaking, hidden behind his back. The adults didn't notice her approach. Lucy reached out and touched her Father's trembling hand, causing him to jump.
"Lucy! You're awake already?" Jude asked appalled, sharing a look with his companion. Lucy ignored him, glancing at the door to her Mother's study, it was slightly ajar. Her small hands tugged his trouser leg gently.
"Where's Mommy?" Lucy croaked, it hurt to speak, her throat felt raw. Her Father didn't answer, flinching slightly as she spoke. "Where is she Dad? I need to see her." Lucy continued, desperately pushing away the doubt in her mind. Jude watched her for a moment, concern in his eyes. He breathed shakily, placing a hand on his Daughter's shoulder. "I think you need to lie down. Dr Lalonde gave you a sedative. Do you remember?"
Lucy frowned, shaking her head frantically. "Where's Mommy?"
Her Father sighed, eyeing the door to Layla's study. "Lucy we can talk about this later. I don't think it would be a good idea-" Lucy pushed past him, diving into the room. She froze seeing her Mother lying motionless on the chaise lounge, her skin white and her eyes shut, the same small smile she'd given Lucy earlier on her pale lips. Lucy couldn't hold it in any longer, bursting into tears and turning sharply into her Father's arms. "Why?" she whimpered, clutching to her Father's shirt.
His hands trembled as he embraced his daughter, trying to steady his breathing. "We found you both in the garden. You were screaming. You wouldn't stop. Dr Lalonde had to sedate you…" He stroked her hair. "It was too late for her…" He choked on his words, pulling back and looking at his daughter. "I didn't think you'd wake up for this. The doctor is going to take her body away soon so we can figure out what happened."
Lucy sniffled, rubbing her eyes and stepping away. "He can't fix her?" She asked even though she already knew the answer. Jude sighed. "She's not breathing Lucy."
Gathering her strength Lucy turned to face her Mother, her Father put his hands on her shoulders, giving them a tight, reassuring squeeze. Lucy stepped forward. She had seen her Mother lying there countless times, usually a book in her hand, sometimes she'd find her asleep. It didn't look that different to the way she looked now if Lucy was being honest. It almost felt like if she nudged her Layla would wake up.
Lucy reached out her hand, hesitant she stopped a few inches from her. Her stomach twisted, nauseous at the thought of revisiting the agony she had felt earlier. Lucy felt disgusted with herself. She didn't want to touch her. She bit her lip, tears forming in her bloodshot eyes. She trembled as she lowered her hand. As her fingers were about to brush lifeless skin, she shut her eyes, bracing herself for the potential shock. To Lucy's relief she felt nothing. Behind her, she heard her Father sharp intake of breath as he suddenly yelled for the doctor. Alarmed Lucy opened her eyes, Layla's hand was glowing. Dumbfounded Lucy watched as the pale golden light spread throughout her Mother's body. Lucy gasped. "I think she's healing Dad!" she cheered, turning to her Father with an amazed smile, confused at his horrified expression. She followed his line of sight, looking down at the hand she was holding, confused to see her own fingers visible through her Mother's palm. Lucy's eyes widened in confusion, noticing the rest of Layla's body was equally transparent. Layla's lifeless hand slipped between her fingers, intangible. Lucy screamed, grabbing at her Mother's body frantically, her hands catching air. Slowly the golden light began to recede, taking Layla with it. Lucy sobbed, her final memory of her Mother being a faint golden orb as it disappeared from view.
I blinked, waking from my daze. I lay still for a moment; a spider infested ceiling staring down on me. I regretted coming here. Although I suspected any room in this house would have triggered that unwanted memory, anything with the slightest association to my Mother usually did. I refused to lose another night's sleep to the past, pushing it from my mind, turning onto my side and nuzzling myself further into the lounge. I used the cover sheet as a blanket and succumbed to my exhaustion.
I woke before dawn; weak morning light seeping in the study window, beckoning me to get up. My mind was foggy from lack of sleep but I needed to leave before anyone noticed me. I covered the lounge again before opening the study window and swinging down to the grass below, landing in a crouch. I didn't know who I wanted to avoid more: my Father or the household staff. I shuddered, imagining what Spetta might do to me if she saw the state I was in; my clothes torn and frayed, my hair a frizzy mess of tangles. Feeling self-conscious I attempted to smooth it out as I cast a wary glance around me.
The sky was bright from slowly approaching dawn, giving the world a blue tint. Twilight was my favourite time of day. The sky was waking up while the earth remained still. It was the divide between night and day; both but neither at the same time. It was perfect for travelling, bright enough to see and usually completely deserted. I rarely found myself fighting off perverted bandits at this hour.
I yawned, stepping onto the perfectly trimmed wet grass. My eyes half closed as I trudged towards the gardens, dew seeping into my boots. The grounds were empty; for now. Tall hedges stood at the garden's edge, protecting the flowers and ornaments from harsh winds. I took a sharp turn, following the outside of the towering bushes instead of entering, finding myself an old dirt path a few yards down.
It was barely recognizable, long grass and weeds draped over the familiar trail. I followed it into the woods, until the path disappeared under fallen leaves and patches of dandelions. Not that it mattered, I knew exactly where I was going, disappointed to find the training area overgrown and utterly untouched. I sighed, venturing further into the dense foliage, hoping to find a recently scorched tree or claw prints in the dirt. I paused at a familiar oak tree, running my fingers over the message I had carved years before in case they ever returned. I sat down, its rough bark digging into my back. Too tired to care, I closed my eyes and drifted away.
I stared distastefully at the stone angel towering above me, shading me from the Sun. The cemetery was deserted. It wasn't surprising; the graves here were hundreds of years old, the buried were long forgotten. Apparently Mom was the only one buried here in the past century, if Bero was telling the truth. My eyebrows pinched together, 'buried' was the wrong word.
My Mother's monument stood out painfully amongst the hundreds of dull grey headstones. An obsidian tombstone inscribed in gold, at least twice the size of its neighbours, behind it stood a marble statue of an angel, its wings outstretched. Maybe I would have liked it more if my Mother was actually buried here. I lay a bouquet of golden yellow wildflowers down on the cool obsidian.
I suppose it would have been strange not to have a burial, only a select few knew we didn't have a body. To the rest of the world, Layla Heartfillia had succumbed to illness and was laid to rest here on the Heartfillia estate. Yet this elaborate monument still left a sour taste in my mouth. It felt like an empty gesture, rather than giving Mom some expensive useless tomb wouldn't a better tribute be solving her death?
I sighed. I knew Dad loved her, he loved her a lot. The problem with Dad was he could only express himself though money, spending millions on an overly-elaborate tomb for Mom. I rolled my eyes. Paying for my kidnapping. That was probably some misguided attempt to bring me home. At least that's what I had hoped until he sprang the marriage plans on me.
A cool breeze sent a chill down my back. I hunched over, still feeling stiff from my impromptu nap in the forest. I narrowed my eyes at the tomb. "God, I really hate you." I cursed under my breath. I could make excuses all day for disliking this fake grave: Mom isn't buried here. Dad's guilt is directly proportional to this tomb's useless extravagance. It stands out too much. The angel is creepy... But really, I hated it because it reminded me that despite my years of searching -I had found nothing. Maybe I was the one making empty gestures…
I wrapped my arms around myself, turning on my heel and walking listlessly through the cemetery. Deliberating between flying back home or getting a train. I longed for my apartment. Flying would be quicker but – I glanced back at Mom's tomb, guilt creeping up on me…
Conceal your power Lucy.
It was still bright; the Sun wouldn't set for a few more hours. I bit my lip, there weren't even any clouds to hide it. Flying was too risky. I groaned, hoping I could scrap some cash for the train. I didn't have anything with me apart from my keys and what I was wearing. Maybe I cou-
"LUCY!"
I bent my knees, getting into a fighting stance on instinct, turning sharply to face my opponent. It was a blue flying cat. Slightly panicked I corrected myself, my perplexed grin widening as Natsu, Gray and Erza came into view, sprinting behind the wailing feline.
Happy flew into my face. I stumbled backwards as a pair of warm arms wrapped themselves around my waist. "Lucy don't leave!" I heard Natsu and Happy exclaim in unison. I pried the cat off my face, leaving him to hover around my head. Thankfully Natsu let go but he kept his proximity, blocking Erza and Gray from view. I stepped back so I could see them all, overwhelmed by the sudden assault.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, noticing the worry on their faces. Happy landed on Natsu's head. "You're leaving us!" he cried, his tail waving around him. "Don't leave Lucy!"
Happy sniffled, rubbing one of his teary eyes with a blue paw. "I'm sorry for eating all your fish and for reading your book and for helping Natsu try on your clothes and for that time I left a fish in your bed by accident and for breaking-" Happy rambled.
I creased my brow. "What am I leaving?" I asked, ignoring Happy's freak out.
"The guild." Gray chimed in from behind Natsu.
"I'm not." I replied casually. Happy was still rambling.
"-and for that time I peed- Wait! You're not leaving Lucy!" Happy cheered, shooting off the pink head of hair and circling around me in delight.
"No. I was just sorting stuff out with my Dad." I smiled. Natsu pouted, sharing a look with his talking cat who was now hovering next to him. "Jeez we got worried over nothing." Happy nodded in agreement.
"What made you think I'd leave?" I probed, surprised that they come this far to get me. Erza and Gray remained silent for a moment, contemplating a reply. Happy beat them to it.
"Well since Phantom Lord attacking us was kinda your faul-" he was stopped by Erza, who clamped an armoured hand over his mouth. He continued to speak, his jovial voice muffled. Gray and Erza shared a distressed look as they began to vehemently disagree with what Happy had said. I grinned, a little amused by how worried they seemed.
"Guys it's fine I'm just glad you aren't hurt. Is the guildhall okay?" I reassured them. They filled me in on the fight, on how the robot broke into pieces and how they won their fights. They mentioned something about fairies but I was distracted, noticing that Natsu had wandered off.
He was admiring the angel on my Mother's tomb. He must have felt my gaze on him as he turned back to me, gesturing to the monument. "Is that your Mom's grave?"
"Yeah." I lied.
"The statue doesn't really look like her." He pointed out. I blinked at his stupidity. "Did you think my Mother had wings?"
Natsu shrugged. "Happy has wings?"
"Did you seriously just compare my Mom to a blue talking cat?"
Natsu grinned, putting his arm around me as he strolled past. I matched my pace to his. "This place is huge Lucy! You know I thought I'd pick up on your scent way before we got here but I couldn't find it anywhere…"
I stiffened under his arm. "Really? How interesting. I guess I just don't smell much" I shrugged off his arm, trying to hide my nervousness. Of course he wouldn't pick up on my scent, I flew here.
"Nah you reek. There's no way I'd miss that." He commented nonchalantly.
"Gee thanks." I resisted the urge to trip him up.
"It's weird though. I think my nose might be broken today. I mean earlier I could've sworn I caught Igneel's scent…" He mused, his hands behind his head as he strolled down the pathway. I tripped slightly at the mention of the fire dragon. "Seriously?" I spat out, attempting to keep my voice as level as possible. Had Igneel been here recently? Could I find him? Natsu seemed unusually calm. I remembered the way he acted the day we met. "Hey shouldn't you be more excited?" I asked perplexed.
He sighed. "Nah. It was a really old scent, sorta like how he used to smell back when I was a kid. Scents change you know. That's why I think my nose is broken. Even if Igneel passed through here years ago there's no way his scent would stay for this long…"
"What if he passed through here hundreds of times? Would his scent still linger then?" I pondered aloud, hoping he would answer.
Natsu shrugged. "Yeah I guess…" His black eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "Why are you acting weird?"
I quickened my step, giving him a disapproving glance as I passed him by. "Says the guy who thinks he smells time traveling dragons."
"Hey! I didn't say nothing about time traveling." I heard Natsu bark after me as I caught up Erza and Gray.
"So why'd you run away in the first place?" Gray asked as we finally left the Heartfilla gates. "I mean I'm really glad you did but this place is insane."
My teammates hadn't realised just how large the Heartfillia estate was, at least not until I pointed out that my Father basically owned everything on the horizon. Since then they had been disturbingly quiet so I was happy to answer Gray's question.
"Well after my Mom died he didn't take to magic well. I mean I could live with him being a workaholic but when he tried to take my keys from me it was too far. We ended up having this huge fight where he told me he'd disown me if I didn't quit… so I left." I shrugged, trying to make light of the situation. I smiled. It felt refreshing to tell the truth for once.
Erza nodded thoughtfully, joining our conversation. "You said he turned against magic after your Mother died? Was she killed by magic?" she inquired, sending a chill down my spine. Sometimes I forgot how perceptive Erza was.
"Ah... no. It was just that it reminded him of her. She really loved magic." I returned to my half-lies again, the refreshing feeling I had felt before quickly becoming stagnant.
"That sucks. Well if helps. I think you made the right decision." Gray assured me. Erza patted me on the shoulder, offering me a smile. "You love magic a lot too. I'm sure your Mother would be proud."
"Yeah… maybe..." I murmured, breaking eye contact. Considering I was doing the direct opposite of what she asked me- I doubted it.
Erza went to see what was talking Natsu and Happy so long. I bit my lip, Erza's remark echoing in my mind. I felt something brush my hair. I turned on instinct and finding myself face to face with Gray, my hand gripping his wrist. His usual stoic expression cracked, taken aback by my sudden reaction. "There's a leaf stuck in your hair." He said casually, his eyes gesturing to the hand I was gripping. I blinked, surprised. "Really? Thanks." I let go of his wrist and he pulled his hand back, revealing a waxy leaf between his fingers. He smiled ruefully, letting go of the leaf and letting it fall to the ground. "Nice reflexes. Damn, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
I laughed awkwardly, it was the second time I cursed my instincts that day. I ran a hand over my hair, freezing halfway as something finally clicked.
"HAPPY READ MY BOOK!"
I brushed some blue fur off my shoulder, confident that Happy wouldn't be touching my stuff again for a while. Stepping inside the guildhall, I was relieved to see it was how I left it. The hall was quiet, with a few small groups of mages peppered throughout the room. Erza had gone to speak to Makarov while the rest of my companions had already gone to their respective homes. I frowned; well at least I hoped Natsu had gone home. It wouldn't surprise me if I found him passed out in my bed when I returned to my apartment later.
I wish I could whack him over the head with HeartString just once. I thought longingly, shaking off my violent urges as a head of spiky orange hair caught my eye. Loke was sitting at the bar, his back to me, nursing a drink in his hand. It was late. My clothes were a mess and I was pretty sure I still had leaves in my hair. There was nothing I wanted more then to go home and take a bath. Despite that, I needed to speak with Loke.
I noticed it before I stepped inside the guildhall, the erratic magical aura pulsating from him. I had barely been here two minutes and yet it was driving me insane, like a tap dripping magical power, each drop just loud enough for me to hear, its unsteady rhythm making it impossible to focus. I ground my teeth, trying desperately to ignore it as I strode towards the mage's back. I wasn't here for that. Loke so far, was the only one who knew I went to the watchtower instead of the safe house when Phantom Lord had attacked. I had expected Erza to mention it on our journey back but apparently Loke had kept his mouth shut.
Now all I needed to know was why. Mira noticed me approaching and gave me her trademark welcoming smile. "Lucy! You're back! I knew you wouldn't leave us." She remarked, pleased with herself as she dried a glass behind the bar. Loke stiffened, hunching over his drink more. Thanks to Mira's loud welcome other members had finally noticed my entrance. I mentally cursed her, my careful footsteps gone to waste as Levy wrapped her arms around me and a group of relieved mages crowded me all at once, talking over one another yet all saying the same thing. I gave them a weak smile, watching in annoyance as Loke slipped away. I sighed, giving in their cheerfulness.
At least the aura was gone.
I sighed, hands in my pockets as I strolled aimlessly down Magnolia's busy market street. It had been a week since Phantom Lord had attacked Fairy Tail. It had also been a week since I spoke to Loke. I huffed, kicking a lonesome pebble across the pavement. He had been avoiding me, escaping rooms whenever I entered, ducking into alleyways when he saw me in the street, hiding in the safety of his harem whenever I approached. Still, he hadn't told anyone about my strange behaviour from that day. It irked me. Why was he being helpful when he could barely stay in the same room as me? Surely if he really wanted to be left alone he should at least attempt to use my weird behaviour as leverage.
I came to halt, hearing sobs coming from a nearby alleyway. Curiosity getting the better of me, I peeked around the corner, hoping for bandits to released my stress. Instead three girls, whom I recognised I as members of Loke's fan club were surrounding their precious idol. I pulled a face. Loke was pressed against the wall, trapped by his enraged admirers, his hands up in an attempt to calm their infuriated sobs.
"What do you mean you're breaking up with us?!" A pretty blonde cried as her companions wailed in agreement. "You said I was your soulmate!" Loke watched, lost for words as the girls began bickering with each other. I grimaced, their shrill voices giving me a headache. I pressed my fingers to Taurus' key. "Open gate of the Golden Bull." I spoke softly under my breath. The Minotaur materialized beside me. "Good moorning Miss Lucy. Looking fine as ever."
I ignored him, instead pointing to the cat fight that was unveiling before me. "Can you get those girls out of here?" I asked, the corner of my mouth tugging into a half-smile when I saw his delighted reaction. He saluted me in excitement. "With pleasure Miss Lucy."
I wasn't sure if the girls ran because they saw a Minotaur bounding towards them or a pervert, either way they were gone in seconds, leaving their precious boyfriend slumped against an alley wall in horror. I thanked Taurus and returned him to his key. Loke's eyes darted around the alley, searching for an easy escape. I frowned as I approached; last week simply being in the same room as him was distracting but now I had to focus to notice the strange magical aura he was emitting. I couldn't even describe it as erratic anymore, instead of the vibrant pulsating energy I had experienced before this was more like a dull throb.
I wondered if that meant he was improving. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were avoiding me Loke." I smiled but it didn't reach my eyes. Loke stood up straight, running a hand through his hair nervously. "Really? Em thanks for getting rid of those girls for me." He laughed nervously,stepping away from the wall. "Well I better be going so…"
I crossed my arms, closing the space between us. "Not so fast. Why didn't you tell anyone about the watchtower?" I demanded, looking up at him with a serious frown. He blinked, taken aback. "Well I didn't think it mattered since you were still safe…" Loke stared at his feet. "Although I was kinda worried when you never came back down." He muttered under his breath, finally bringing his eyes to mine. Blood rushed to my cheeks, not expecting the tenderness in his voice. I shook it off, taking a step back.
"I jumped." I lied, feeling guilty for assuming the worst. Loke was paler than last I saw him and I noticed there was a faint tremor in his hand. I watched him for a moment as he squirmed under my stare. Even this close his magical aura was strained, if his aura was a person they would be gasping for air. I flinched, the analogy hitting close to home.
"Let me buy you dinner. You know, as thanks." I ordered, linking our arms together forcefully. Loke resisted. "You really don't have to do that Lucy." He urged, panicked by how full-on I was being. I shook my head, dragging him along. He was light, unnaturally so. I gripped tighter.
"I insist."
Loke didn't eat anything. I ordered too much thinking he would give in and join me. He didn't. I stretched back in my chair, eyeing my empty plate with disgust. Natsu would consider that a snack yet I felt like I'd never have to eat again. Loke sat opposite me, his fingers drumming the side of his glass. I watched him, his aura was barely a faint hum. Why did he even have an aura? Usually I'd only pick up on someone's magical output when they're casting. Was Loke using magic right now? Had he been all this time?
I lent forward, sliding my elbows onto the table. "What kind of magic do you use Loke?" I asked, curious. He stiffened before waving his hand, showing me a collection of rings. I nodded, his answer not making things any clearer. I sipped my drink, aware of Loke sudden gaze. His brow was furrowed as he watched me. I pretended not to notice.
"What about you? You're a celestial spirit mage right?" he asked, skepticism in his voice.
"Yes that's me." I replied, talking another, longer sip of my drink.
Loke lent in closer, so much that I could my reflection in his glasses. "You know that giant robot that attacked the guild?" he asked, watching me carefully. I smiled faintly, running my finger along the edge of my glass. "What of it?"
Loke's lips formed a thin line. "Apparently its face fell off for no reason during the fight."
I raised my brows, feigning surprise. "Oh really? How interesting."
He didn't give up, much to my annoyance. "I thought you would have seen it. You know at your vantage point."
I shrugged. "No, I got scared and ran away before that." I lent in, staring him in the eye. "Are you using magic right now?" I asked bluntly, changing the subject.
Loke froze, answering my question involuntary. I clinched my eyebrows together thoughtfully. "I'd stop if I were you. It's not doing you much goo-" I stopped as Loke stood up, refusing to listen to my advice any longer. "Thanks for the meal." He said forcefully, bowing his head before striding out the entrance. I blinked, surprised by the sudden change in attitude. I didn't storm out when he asked about the robot. Concerned I threw some jewels on the table and chased after him.
He was strolling down an empty street, hands in his coat pockets. I was thankful it was night time, it would've been harder spotting him in among crowds of people, especially while he was hunched like that. I called after him, relieved when he stopped and waited for me. Looking at him now I could tell something was wrong even without the strange aura.
"I'm sorry. I get that it's none of my business I just…can't help it alright?" I admitted, having difficultly looking at him. "So why don't you tell me what's wrong and I will help you." I muttered, embarrassed. What was I saying? Since when did I care?
Loke's arms wrapped around my shoulders. I froze, remaining perfectly still as he clung to me.
He pulled away, his breath shaky. "I don't have much time left." His voice cracked and his hazel eyes bore into mine. "I believe you." I said calmly. Loke flinched slightly before forcing a cruel laugh. "I'm joking Lucy! Guess I really tricked you huh?"He turned sharply on his heel, offering a small wave as strolled away.
"You're not joking." I remarked coolly. "I've seen that look before Loke. I know." He paused, looking back at me, his face stern. "Otherwise you wouldn't have dumped all those girls right?" I continued, not a doubt in my mind. Loke glared at me. "It was a joke." He said bitterly. I watched him walk away. I had seen that look before reflected in my Mother's eyes. Not just on the day she died. Brown eyes glazed over with defeat- I never understood them until it was too late. I clenched my fist, I wasn't going to lose another person to those eyes.
Eyes that knew they were going to die.
Once again I was grateful for the darkness as I snuck onto the nearest rooftop, finding a deserted alleyway and flying up. Loke was still in my sights, I closed the distance between us, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. If he wasn't going to tell me what was wrong I'd find out for myself. I bit my cheek, now would be a good time for my strange déjà vu power to act up.
I stood at the edge of the roof, forming HeartString. Loke was in range, strolling listlessly on the street below. I took out Crux's key. Unlike gold keys, silver keys had only one skill, they also relied on the magic of the user rather than their own. Crux's knowledge was his ability. If he knew anything about the target I hit the information was transferred to me directly. It was much quicker than summoning him, especially since he had a tendency to ramble. It was a shame his knowledge was limited to Celestial spirits- I already knew a lot about them thanks to Mom's teachings.
I aligned Crux with my bow, shooting Loke square in the back.
I sighed, clicking my pen distractedly as I lent back from my desk. My head spun, trying to understand everything Crux had shown me last night. What could I do to fix this? I wracked my brain for a spell, something that could save his life. I wondered how I would approach Loke about this. I didn't want to scare him away like yesterday. I put my face in my hands, frustrated.
I jumped slightly as Natsu tumbled through my bedside window. Secretly pleased I had resisted going into my usual fighting stance. "Natsu I told you to use the door." I reminded him blankly. He was out of breath, panting on his hands and knees. "Natsu?" I asked, unable to hide the worry in my voice.
"Loke's gone." Natsu spluttered between breaths. "He left Fairy Tail!" He looked up at me, his eyes wide with shock.
Knots formed in my stomach and my heart flipped when I realised what this could mean. I rushed to Natsu, helping him up. "Did he say anything?" I asked anxiously.
Natsu shook his head. "Nah he left some note saying he was going to 'repent' or whatever." He watched me hopeful. "Do you know what that means?"
I bit my lip; he had probably gone to his master's grave. If I left now I could make it. I glanced at Natsu. If I flew…
"Have you checked the church? Or that soldier memorial in the park?" I suggested, hoping he'd take the bait. He did, leaping out the window and falling into a sprint. I grabbed my keys, dashing down my stairs and into the side alley below, taking the quickest route to the nearby forest. Once I was in deep enough I formed my bow and took off.
Loke knelt at his master's grave. He didn't notice my approach, the rushing of the waterfalls concealing my footsteps. I closed my eyes, attempting to focus on his dwindling aura, pinching my brows together when I failed. He didn't have long now.
"Get up." I ordered, irked that he was wasting his time on such a poisonous woman. Loke stiffened upon hearing my voice but he didn't look at me. "You don't understand. This is my sin." He murmured in defeat. Annoyance turned to anger as I marched to his side taking a firm grip on his arm. "I said 'Get up'" I hissed, yanking him to his feet. "I do understand Loke. I understand that none of this is your fault."
Loke gripped my shoulder, his feverish hazel eyes boring into me. "No. You don't I'm not a human. I'm Leo-"
"A celestial spirit. I know." His shoulders were trembling. I placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him. "Let me help you. If we don't do something soon you're going to fade away."
He smiled yet his eyes remained crazed, taking his hand from my shoulder and stepping away. "You can't Lucy. There's nothing you can do. I deserve this. Human lives can never be returned. I took that from her. The only way to atone for my sin is to disappear myself." His voice cracked. I felt it before he did; a final shockwave of magic leaving his body. I caught him as his legs gave out, lowering him to the wet stone.
"It's time." Loke choked, squeezing my hand in fear. I squeezed back, unable to look at him, afraid I'd see the same face my Mother gave me. "I won't let you die. I'll get you back to the spirit world" I told him. I heard him chuckle under his breath. "It's the rules Lucy. Ever since Karen died I haven't been able to return and I never will."
His body began to shimmer. "I've been waiting for this moment. I always knew it would be here, in front of Karen's grave."
"Stop talking like you want to die. There is nothing good about dying!" I shouted, unable to control myself, his body was becoming transparent, just like Mom's had. Rage twisted my insides. Soon I wouldn't be able to touch him. I gripped his arm with both my hands. I wasn't going to lose another person to this. "I won't let you die." I hissed.
Loke smiled."I'm glad I got to meet a celestial spirit mage like you Lucy." He was fading away. "Send my regards to everyone at Fairy Tail."
"Send them yourself." I growled, closing my eyes and recalling how it felt whenever I opened a gate. I focused on that energy, sending it through my hands.
"Lucy what are you doing!" I heard a panicked Loke yell. I opened my eyes, temporary blinded by the white shimmering light coming from my hands. Loke was watching me with a terrified expression but his transparency was gone. I tightened my grip on his arm, relieved to find it completely solid. I gritted my teeth, forcing more power. "I told you I'm not letting you die!"
The light spread, engulfing us both. Shockwaves of blinding white burst from my palms, shaking the ground. Loke screamed. "Lucy you can't use all your magical power at once, you'll die!" I frowned, intensifying my magic as glittering light swirled up into the sky. "Who said I was on full power? I'm sending you back no matter what."
"It's the rules. I can't go back. Just stop before you get hurt." Loke yelled.
"Has no one ever told you?" I hissed through gritted teeth, my hands were stinging. "Rules ..are made… to be broken" I yelled, the stinging sensation spreading over my body.
An ear-splitting crack came from the sky, I fell backwards from Loke, losing my grip, my magic vanishing. Astonished I watched as the waterfalls shot upwards, swirling into a blinding white star. "No way." I heard Loke whisper next to me as the star exploded, revealing a gigantic celestial spirit donned in ornate armour. "The Celestial Spirit King."
He towered before us, arms crossed, a long cape fluttering behind him. "Old friend." His voice was thunderous, echoing across the valley. "We who pledge oaths to humans.. We who bare keys, are forbidden from killing." I stood up, stepping closer to the giant spirit.
"Though not directly, you did cause this indirectly, Leo the Lion." Loke was speechless. "It is forbidden for you to return to the Spirit World."
"How is that fair?" I yelled. "He was protecting his friend. Karen died because she refused to change her ways. Loke didn't want her to die! He's been suffering for three years; three years! All he was did was protect Aries." Loke stumbled past me, pulling on my arm. "Lucy stop! It's okay. I'll disappear! I'll atone for my sins."
"Sins?" I growled, consumed with anger. I felt my spirits appear behind me, sharing my thoughts. "How is protecting your friends a sin?"
"Old friend." The King spoke softly. I stepped forward, letting my spirits disappear. "Don't call him that. If he really was an old friend you wouldn't kill him." I yelled, falling to my knees. "If he really was an old friend you would want to protect him, like he did for Aries."
Loke crouched down next to me. "Are you okay? What were you thinking summoning that many spirits? You could have died."
I chuckled through my exhaustion. "I've done worse."
"You are willing to risk your life, however futile, for my old friend?" The King remarked thoughtfully. "Perhaps the rule is at fault after all…" Loke gaped up at the huge spirit. "I shall consider this an exception to rule. Leo the Lion, you may return to the Spirit World. You have been falsely accused, thank the guidance of the stars."
The King began to shimmer. Loke knelt before him, tears in his eyes. "Please wait. I-"
The King smiled knowingly. "If you still feel compelled to atone for your sin. Then I command you to become a pillar for your friend and live on. You shall stand by her side however turbulent it may be. For a dragon's path is long and winding."
I shot to my feet, my heart pounding. "WAIT!" I yelled after him in despair as he vanished, an infuriating smile on his hairy face. I sighed, dusting off my knees. Loke was curled up on the ground in shock, tears streaming down his face. I smiled, reaching out my hand. "I told you I wouldn't let you die." He smiled up at me, his lips quivering. "Thank you Lucy." He disappeared as his fingers brushed mine, leaving a warm golden key in my palm.
Tears welled in my brown eyes, I blinked them away ferociously. Could I have saved Mom if had been strong like I was today? A dull ache in my chest told me otherwise. I crouched down, waiting for my heart to calm down.
For a dragon's path is long and winding.
The words echoed through my head.
Sorry for the wait, I just found it really hard to write the first half of this chapter. Seriously it took me months. I think I prefer flashbacks with Dragons in them- they're more fun.
Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it. It's 5am and my brain is fried right now. I don't want to spoil the manga for anyone but I really hope that *thing* that happened to Lucy is permanent.
Please tell me what you're thinking of this story so far. I love feedback and it makes me work a lot quicker. That being said, I know I will write the next few chapters much faster than this one. The only reason this one took me so long was because I couldn't decide whether to make Jude an asshole or not- I was really tempted to make the Spirit King one but then I rewatched the anime episode and liked him too much. Cute old man.
So yeah, please review. The next chapter is the Tower of Heaven arc which I have been looking forward to for some time. (Yay exciting stuff) Please we finally might be getting some answers, maybe... :P
Thanks for reading!