The inspiration for this story actually came from two places. First, the movie 'Barbie and the Island Princess'. Yes, I still watch Barbie movies, no I do not care. The other inspiration came from a dream I had while on an air plane last night after coming back from visiting family. I merged those two together and this is what I got. I hope that you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail

A lot of people think about what it would be like to go on an adventure. A real adventure, with an evil plot, forbidden romance, walking the thin line between life and death. But not many actually expect to have their adventure. I most certainly did not see it coming.

Mama always told me to expect the unexpected. It was unexpected when she got sick. It was unexpected when she died. It was unexpected when Father forgot my birthday. It was most certainly unexpected when he shut me out completely. I suppose I didn't think that anything could get anymore unexpected. Boy was I in for a surprise.

My name is Lucy Heartfilia. My mother died when I was ten. My Father wishes that I never existed. I grew up completely alone, and some say that I never truly grew up at all. This is my story.

I heard the boards creaking beneath my feet as I screamed. Felt the rocking of the ship as it purposefully crusaded through the dreaded waters. Smelled the salt water of the waves sloshing back and forth, ruthlessly crashing against the side of the great boat.

A held on for my dear life and more of the men were thrown overboard. I heard the sound of a child screaming and turned, wide eyed. There, on the other side of the boat, was a young boy. He had dark purple hair and dark, terrified eyes. The boy could not have been any older than four. I let go of the rope I was holding and ran, crouching to the ground and wrapping my arms around the small figure in a desperate attempt to comfort him.

"Shh, it will be alright. Trust me." I said calmly, the complete opposite of what I was feeling on the inside. He stopped screaming and looked at me, tears streaming down his face. I hugged him tighter as another wave splashed over my head, knocking the boy and me overboard.

The last thing I saw was the boy clinging to my arms before the world went black.

I awoke to the sun beating down on the hot, white sand. I groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Where am I? I didn't remember much. There was a storm, a ship, and a little boy. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to remember why I was on the boat in the first place, but I could only make out a few bits and pieces. In my mind, I saw three images. A woman with blond hair and a gentle smile, a stern looking man, and a grave.

That's right. I was running away from…what? It dawned on me that I couldn't remember anything from before the ship. I must have hit my head pretty hard. What I did know, though, was that I was on that boat because I wanted to escape. And that was exactly what I had done.

I stood up and looked around. I was on an island. Blue waves rolled softly onto the white sand, and plants of all sorts formed a type of jungle. I saw large green trees and bright, colorful flowers. I was sure that behind those trees, all sorts of adventures awaited me.

I heard a movement and gasped at what I saw. There, not five feet away from me, was the boy. I watched as his small eyes blinked open and stared at me.

The boy wasn't the only other thing that had washed up on the island. I saw a brown, worn out bag a little ways down the beach. I would examine it later, but right now, the boy was my only priority.

I helped him to stand and giggled as he stumbled a bit. "Where are we?" The boy asked, his dark eyes staring up at me.

I gestured to the island, and his eyes widened in fascination. "Then, how did we get here?"

"Well, I can only assume that we were shipwrecked and washed up in this island." I spoke quietly, so as not to scare him. He was so young after all, and there was a chance that we would be here for a long time, if not the rest of our lives. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"Romeo." He said without hesitation. "What's your name?"

"Um…Lucy?"

He giggled. "You don't sound so sure."

"Well, I actually don't remember anything before the shipwreck. The name 'Lucy' is just there, in my head." I told him. Was that my name? Lucy? Well, it was now.

Romeo nodded in understanding. "Alright then. Lucy."

The bag was a dark brown color, a bit worn from the water, but still in good condition. In the corner were the letter L and three stars, embroidered in gold thread that seemed to shine like the moon on a clear night.

Inside of the bag, there were some strange objects. The first was a book. It had a blank, bluish silver cover. Inside was information about the stars and constellations, along with legends about the twelve animals of the zodiac (I was ecstatic to learn that I could read). The second object was a silver dagger. The third was a journal. It was pink and had the same embroidery as the bag, and the inside was completely empty. And last was a small, gold pouch.

Inside the pouch there were twelve gold keys and six silver ones. Each was unique, but they all gave off a strange sense of power, the gold ones especially. I decided not to mess with them, so I put them back in the pouch and put all of the objects back in the bag.

I turned back to Romeo, who was watching the ocean in awe. I tuned my head and saw that he was not watching the ocean, but the dolphins that were playing not far from the shore.

Walking over to him, I ruffled his hair. He looked up at me and I smiled. "Ready to make this island our new home?"

I hope you enjoyed it! I want you to know that this story is NOT my top priority, so I cannot tell you when I will be updating. If you enjoyed this, then feel free to read my other stories.

Haters gonna hate, but please don't do it here.

-Fairy