So Lady Red is at it again! This is a story called Into the Wild. Every chapter will be in one point of view (P.O.V) and that's all. It will be told at the top of the chapter in this little black bit whose point of view it will be in. I hope you guys enjoy this! This chapter will be in the P.O.V of nobody! Example of this being me.

In the year x776 bandits came to Fiore, they took children and pulled families apart. Many people who lost loved ones were devastated by the fact that the Magic Council did nothing at all to protect the children, or try and find out who took them. One family that was hit hard was the Heartfilia family, the reason for this being that ten children were taken in these raids. Even though only one of those was a Heartfilia, the other nine were the children of loyal servants. The day went something like this;

In the early afternoon on the Heartfilia estate the only daughter and heir to the family walked down the corridor to the front doors of the main house, when she got there she shrugged on a pretty pink coat that buttoned with three silver muffin top buttons, made of metal so a person could see the family crest stamped in the metal, and standing proud in even the lowest of lighting conditions, on the murkiest of days.

Lucy in her nine year old self was skipping along a stone path after the nine servant children she was friends with, the youngest was Kelly Kenna who was seven and the oldest was Sean Jonathon who was thirteen. The rest were all dotted around in the middle at various points. The ponytails on either side of Lucy's head swung side to side as she walked with a little doll in her hands, it had blond hair and wore a green dress and sometimes Lucy could shout with confidence that it winked at her with its bright blue eyes. The group were on the stone path that the family used to transport food and clothes on. It was well build and there were many twists and turns that were great for playing hide-and-seek on.

As Lucy turned a corner that was hidden far from the immediate estate grounds and crossed a trading route on it's way to the ocean, she dropped her doll as her childish grip on it loosened as she saw men dragging her friends, gagged, further down the track. As Lucy stood there she had thought that because they were so silent they were planning to jump out at her, like they had done many times to each other before that point. She shook in anger because of the many stories she had heard of weird men, she screamed and stomped over to a short man with one wooden leg, and another real and started to pound on his real one. "Let them go!" She started to cry looking at her friends shake their heads at her in a frantic manner, and at Kelly who was shivering in fear at the man with the one wooden leg.

She sank to the ground and started to cry harder, pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes as hard as she could manage while she quaked in fear. A tall man with unruly red wire hair wearing a long coat buttoned like Lucy's little pink one, except there was no crest on the silver buttons, he wore plain black trousers and a cream shirt under a navy blue waist coat, in his hand he held a cane that tapped on the ground every few seconds as he walked slowly up behind Lucy and poked her delicately in the back with his cane. He smiled down at her, "Oh such a pretty girl," He walked in front of her and held a silk handkerchief between a gloved forefinger and thumb. "Please, do not cry." Lucy took the handkerchief from him, but because her eyes were blurred from the pressure she had put on them and the tears it took her a few tries to get it.

"Thank you very much, Mister." She dabbed at her tears gently, not wanting to ruin the pretty silk handkerchief. When she offered it back to the man she found that he was conversing with the men who were holding her friends captive, she felt a cold breeze slip through her coat and she found that it had been unbuttoned somehow. She stood back up and walked cautiously over to the men who were starting to drag the nine away, kicking and shouting their best into the gags. "Excuse me Mister," He turned to look at her as she held the handkerchief up to him. "Do you want this? And do you know what thy're doing to my friends?"

The red haired man laughed in an oddly haughty way as he gripped the rim of his hat to stop it from falling as he looked down at her still red face, "My name is Lord James, and I know exactly what they're doing to your friends," he leaned down closer to her and plucked the handkerchief from her hand, "they're doing exactly what I told them to!" Lucy screamed but he curled his hand gracefully around her chin, squeezing her lips into an odd shape to stop her from doing so. "Now, now my dear; that will never do." He kissed her cheek then tossed her over to the pile of men. "Load 'em all up!" His accents had become rough all of a sudden, and he spat on the ground. "Hurry up wich ya, we have to be there in a day."

He walked away and regained his posture before getting into a carriage and being whisked away, leaving Lucy alone on the ground while her friends got carted into a large brown cell atop of wheels, that had bars on the doors and windows. The one legged man hobbled slowly over to her and picked her up, "'Ere we be goins now, littl' missus. "You be goin' as well, you is." He chuckled to himself, then he chucked her into the cell where there were other children who had been bundled into dirty rags that were stretched at the seams, despite the young age.

Lucy took the crumbled strips of cloth out of her friends mouths, then tried to get the metal cuffs off the other children's legs, but the metal was clamped on tightly. She sat back against the door gripping her muddy coat close to herself as tears slipped down her face once more. "It'll be alright Lucy," Maria reached out and brushed a blonde thread of hair behind Lucy's ear, then the same to her own equally blonde hair. "As long as we have each other, we'll find a way through."

Rowen nodded his head before clamping it between his knees after closing his eyes, just a blonde bob between his purple trousers. Conrad who was sitting beside the younger boy lay his brown headed mess of hair down on Rowen's back. Micky licked his lips, "They're right, surprisingly. I'm sure we can survive through whatever they throw at us." He whistled then grunted when Philip forcefully ran his hand through Micky's red hair. "Do you mind?"

Philip stuck out his lower lip, then shrugged. Malory moaned and when her head dropped forward draping her legs with a brown curtain of hair they looked at her, "You mightn't care Phil, but I do."

Lucy chuckled at her friends, "I wonder what time it is..." She pondered aloud to herself, because she was getting a little tired.

Kelly yawned which set off a chain around the dingy cell, then she scrunched up her nose, "I dunno," she made a slight squealing noise as she wriggled around. "But I'm sleepy!" She yawned again then fell asleep, seemingly over the fact that they had been kidnapped and put in a prison cell with rags in their mouths, chains on their feet and bound for a boat to never see their families again.

Micky let out a sigh, "We sleep then." For nine years old, the boy was oddly intellectual. He rubbed his eyes and started to whine, "But it's so cold! And I'm hungry!" Maria cuddled up on his arm and started to snore. "AGH! What's she at? Why's she sleeping on me?" Everyone else in the cell was either asleep or sleepily laughing at him. "GET HER OFF OF ME!" But in saying he is a smart nine year old, the child genius; the part that should be focused on is the child, and not the genius. He still had things to learn, life was one things. Theories were another.