Welcome to my fic, Fairy Star Wishes. It is a Magical Girls AU story. I took inspiration from many, many magical girl series I watched and read over the years, so I hope you enjoy it. This fic should be about 26 chapters in all. It will have a lot of pairings eventually, but for now we're starting out just focusing on the girls. I'll mention pairings here, in the Authors Notes, as they show up.

I'll also be drawing some illustrations for this fic series on my tumblr, Kittyarts. If you'd like to see some costume designs, you can check out tagged/magical-girl-au , however, there are some spoilers of the fic in that tag, so read at your own risk.

This First Chapter is About Lucy, one of our four main heroines. Please Enjoy. I hope you look forward to more.

Darkness is in everyone's heart.

But so is light.

There cannot be one without the other.

And that is how it has been since the beginning of time.

So, with it being this way for as long as it has…

It only makes sense that everything began when we were still so young.

Tiny footsteps pattered down lavishly adorned halls. Only the moonlight lit the way, but for a child who had spent all five of her years in the mansion, that was more than enough to create a path for her.

Small hands pulled back the curtains over a glass door, and with a flip of a latch, the little blonde ran out onto the balcony, and her brown eyes lit up at the sight she beheld.

The night sky was filled with flying lights. A meteor shower had graced the earth with its beauty, and the infant had no plans on missing a single moment of it. Each falling star held the wish of another viewer, and this single audience member of the estate watched until she saw the one that caught her eye.

To anyone else, they were all the same, but her chocolate brown orbs couldn't look away from it, until it was almost out of sight.

The child placed her hands together, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and made her wish.

"My momma says that wishing on shooting stars grant wishes. Well, I think I have everything I need. I have my mommy and my daddy and lots of toys to play with here, so my wish is that everyone else in the world can be as happy as I am right now." She opened her eyes, and watched the sky continue to rain down with stars. "My name is Lucy, and this is my wish."

10 Years Later

Lucy Heartfilia, 15 years old, sat in her homeroom class at Fairy Hills High School. As usual, she was the first student to arrive. Throughout the next twenty minutes, before the bell ran, other students would wander in, take their seats and chat with their friends, but none of them would make contact with the blonde.

She didn't blame them. She used to be more friendly, but since the new school year had began, her home life had been tearing away at her smile, and she couldn't find it within herself to make new friends. So instead, she would focus on keeping her grades up, and her socializing down.

"Lucy! Lucy, there you are!" A chipper voice broke into her thoughts, and the blonde looked around for its owner. This was quite unusual for her Monday mornings.

Before she was able to finish putting together this puzzle, and small hand slapped a paper onto her desk, and Lucy's eyes followed up the arm to the face of Levy McGarden, a third year from the class next door. They had become friends over lunch last year, but Lucy had not heard from her at all this semester.

"Oh, Levy. How have you been?" Lucy managed to bring a smile to her features, before turning her eyes to the flyer Levy had presented her with. "And what's this?"

"I've been pretty well, I'm class president of my homeroom now." Levy smiled and adjusted her red-framed glasses, before lifting the paper and showing its front to Lucy. "And this is an announcement! For cheerleader tryouts!"

The paper was just what she had said. It was decorated with a doodle of three girls standing on each other's shoulders, and a speech bubble with the words "Fairy Cheer Girls! Accepting new Members! Try out Friday in the gym!"

Lucy's smile lost its charm, and she sighed. Levy pouted with a concerned gaze.

"What's wrong Lucy? Last year you said you had always wanted to be a cheerleader, didn't you? This is your chance." The blue haired girl frowned. "I thought you would be ecstatic."

Lucy shook her head, and put on a forced smile. "Thank you, Levy. Really, thanks for thinking about me. But a lot of things have changed. I…" Her brows knotted, and she forced her eyes shut so she wouldn't free any tears. "I don't have the time for cheerleading dreams anymore."

Levy opened her lips to speak, but the bell rang through the halls, and everyone in class went running for their seats.

"You better get to your class. Wouldn't want the class president to be late, would you?" Lucy gave a small laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood, but Levy kept her pout on her face.

"Alright but…" The petite girl placed the flyer back onto Lucy's desk again. "You hold onto that. Just in case."

Lucy gave a slight nod, as Levy dashed out of her classroom just as the teacher entered.

For Lucy, nothing was the same now.

When the last class bell rang, Lucy was the first to pack her books and bags up and walk out of the class, while others hung back in their seats and conversed with each other. Her feet walked on autopilot towards the exit of the school.

Levy's words from the morning filled her mind. It was true, last year; she really had hoped to be a cheerleader. She had wanted to be one since she was a little girl. Her father had always been adamantly against it, telling her that a hobby like cheerleading would never improve her future.

But someone had told her, a long, long time ago, that it didn't matter what he father thought. Someone had told her to be whatever she wanted to be. She couldn't remember whom it was, but those words had gotten her through so many of her years since her mother's passing.

Her mother, Layla, had been gone for eight years now. Lucy had been too young to realize that Layla's health had been deteriorating over the years, and it wasn't until she was bedridden that the tiny blonde had understood that she might lose her mother.

The years short after Layla's death were dark in Lucy's mind. She didn't try to keep friends; she would push people away because she was scared of losing someone else.

High school was supposed to be a fresh start but…

Lucy stepped through the gates of the Heartfilia estate. The guards greeted her, but she kept her eyes on the ground.

When she reached the doors, she hesitated opening them, but cameras were always watching the entrance, and a maid would come to open it eventually anyway, so she softly pushed the large brown doors open in front of her, and stepped inside.

"Lucy. You're home. Come into my office." Her fathers voice boomed through the speaker right inside the door. As she had expected, he had been waiting for her.

"Yes, father." She said softly. Lucy slipped her feet out of her shoes, left her bags next to the door, and hung her gray blazer over her arm, before walking down the extending hallways until she reached the last door on the bottom floor, which was cracked open.

Lucy pressed the door open carefully, letting the creak of its hinges announce her arrival.

Jude Heartfilia turned in his seat. His desk was covered in stacks of paper and blotches of ink. His fingers were black from the pen he held so tight in his hand it had begun to leak, and his eyes looked tired, with dark bags under them.

"Lucy, how are your studies?" He asked her, without prior greeting.

"They're fine. My grades are still top of my class." She answered.

"But not top of the school." Jude told her. It wasn't a question. He already knew. He hadn't called her to congratulate her for her hard work, but to berate her for not working hard enough.

"No, Father." She replied in a soft voice.

"Speak up, Lucy." He said gruffly. "When you are CEO of Heartfilia Trading you must speak without fear. You must never falter in your words and never let your employees think they might be better than you." He turned his head back to his work. "You only have two more years of school before you take over. If your grades do not represent those of a college graduate, we will have to spend further expenses on continuing your education."

"Yes, father. I know." Lucy spoke clearly, but still quieter than her father.

"Good. You may go." Jude made no bid of farewell, but Lucy gave her father a slight bow, before turning around and leaving the room.

Lucy flopped back onto her mattress in her bedroom. She frowned and stared at the ceiling. Had her father always been so cold? She couldn't remember what he was like before Layla had died. Did he used to smile?

Lucy pulled an arm over her eyes to attempt to hold back her tears. It had been over the summer that everything had gone downhill.

Her father had called her to his office and told her she would be taking over the Heartfilia company after her high school graduation. Her future had been decided for her without her consent. She was furious, but when she attempted to voice her opinion, it was Jude's fury that was unleashed.

It had never occurred to him that Lucy might had been unhappy taking over his company, and he made it clear that she had no choice in the matter.

Lucy uncovered her eyes and wiped away the tears has escaped. As she finished, a bright light shone in her window, and she shielded her sight from it.

The blonde gave a confused pout at the light, and slid off her bed to investigate. As her feet touched the floor, she realized that night had fallen upon her room, and the tiny light outside her window was the only illumination around. She tiptoed towards the window and pulled back the curtain.

That's when she saw it. In the pitch-black sky, there was a single star shining. Even the moon was clouded over, but this tiny ball of gas—burning far, far away in the galaxy—was looking down upon her.

Lucy's chocolate brown eyes lit up at its sight, and without thinking, she had folded her hands together, bowed her head and began to pray.

"I know that you're not falling, but as the only star in the sky, please listen to my wish." The blonde pleaded. "A long, long time ago I said I didn't have a wish, but now… Now I do. I don't want to disappoint my father but… I don't want to disappoint myself either. Please, tell me how to find the right path. Send me a sign. Please. I wish I could know who I'm supposed to be."

Lucy kept her eyes clenched shut for what seemed liked forever, hoping that someone amongst the heavens would hear her words, before she sighed and dropped her arms to her sides.

"Yeah right. Father would be disappointed if he found out I was still wishing on stars like a child." She whimpered to herself.

As a tear ran down her cheek, she took a deep breath, and then suddenly, a beam of light flew through her window.

Lucy jumped in surprise, as a spotlight fell on her from the skies outside. She looked around frantically for an explanation, but saw nothing.

And then she heard it.

"Hello, Lucy." A sweet voice was all around her, just like the light. It had no source, but she could hear it as if someone was speaking right into her ears.

"H-Hello? Who are you?" The blonde squeaked, still not sure she wasn't dreaming. "Where are you?"

The voice giggled. "I don't know what I am. An angel? A fairy? Maybe I'm what some people call 'God.' I'm not too sure myself. But, I do know where I am."

Lucy felt warm, as if she was being held in caring arms. She hadn't felt that way since Layla had passed away.

"I'm here." The voice spoke. "And I'm here to grant your wish."

"My wish?" Lucy's voice fluttered with her heart. "But how?"

"Lucy, you have the purest heart that the stars have ever witnessed. When you were a little girl, you wished for everyone's happiness, and even now, when your father is pushing you so hard, you still wish for his." The voice seemed to drift around Lucy, as if someone was pacing circles around her speaking. "Lucy Heartfilia, you have the strength to bring everyone happiness, if you can just tap into it."

"Then please tell me how!" Lucy cried out, "I don't understand what's happening, but please! Show me who I'm supposed to be!"

The voice giggled again. "Good answer. Go to the place that you made your wish ten yeas ago, and I will grant your wish."

Lucy's feet slapped against the carpeted floor as she raced down the halls towards the balcony. She flipped its latch and raced through the curtains, out into the cold night. She slowed her steps until she was still again, looking into the sky. It was now filled with shining, white stars, but her eyes still locked on a single one. The spotlight did not reappear, but she heard the voice again.

"Lucy, do you still wish for everyone's happiness?"

"Of course!" She shouted into the night air, "I know I have my troubles, but I'm not the only one. The world is filled with sadness, and… I wish it weren't."

"There is no happiness without sadness, Lucy. Are you prepared to fight your own sadness, to keep your happiness in your heart?" The voice became sharp in Lucy's ears, and she shivered.

"I don't understand but… If it means becoming the real me, then yes. I'm ready for anything." The blonde nodded her head.

"Another good answer."

The spotlight fell onto Lucy again; this time it was bright white. And hot—so hot. Lucy couldn't see, but she didn't feel scared. Her body felt light, like she might be flying and for a moment, she felt completely at peace. The light began to fade, and Lucy felt different somehow.

She looked down upon herself, and found her clothes had changed entirely. Instead of her school uniform, she was wearing a white halter-top with a brown bodice. The bodice was laced with an orange ribbon, and her white top was tied behind her neck in a bow. She had bright yellow boots leading up from her feet to her knees, with had orange stars over the kneecaps, and around her waist was a billowing yellow skirt, with orange lining, over top of a thick, fluffy, white petticoat.

"What… what happened to me?" She asked, looking over her. She swept her hand through her hair, to find it was held up in a ponytail with an orange tiara, decorated with stars.

Before she could get an answer, her chest suddenly began to sear with pain. Lucy clenched her hands over her heart, and gasped for air. Her eyes were wide open, as she watched a shadow squeeze out from between her fingers, before a dark, transparent figure stood in front of her.

Lucy trembled, completely speechless.

"Fight it, Lucy!" The guiding voice shouted.

Before she could ask how, a spark lit up above her and a short stick, no longer than a ballpoint pen, fell in front of her. It was bright yellow, with a large gold star at its top, and a small orange cluster of stars dangling on a ribbon from its bottom. She picked it up without a thought, and turned her attention back to the figure.

Darkness, like clouds, leaked around its base, as the figure began to take shape, and stood at Lucy's height. Exactly her height.

"Daddy never listens to me anymore." The shadow spoke, and its voice was Lucy's. She gasped at it, as it changed form, shrinking down to a child's size. "I don't want mommy to go…"

Lucy's shoulders trembled, as she held the stick tight in her palms.

"Lucy! Quickly! Before it's too late!" The unknown voice shouted at her.

The darkness at the figures base began to rush out quickly, and Lucy stumbled back, before it shouted.

"Why did Mommy have to die?!"

Lucy threw her arms forwards instinctively, and her hand holding the star stick lit up. She opened her eyes wide and heard her guide's voice shout: "Now! Shout anything! Anything that comes to mind!"

Lucy took a deep breath, and then bellowed out, "Starlight stream!"

A dozen stars shot out of her star stick at speeds that she could barely register. They pummeled the shadowy figure, and illuminated the darkness it brought. Lucy leapt back as it shot a streak of shadows at her, and then swung her shining hand in front of her and the darkness all but dissipated.

When the stars faded, Lucy stood on the balcony, with the shadow cowering in front of her. It whimpered like a child, and balled itself up in a defensive position.

"There is no light, without darkness, Lucy." Her light's voice told her.

The blonde exhaled softly, as she finally understood, and she kneeled down and ran a hand over the tiny, dark figure's surface.

"You're me, aren't you?" She asked it.

Though it had no eyes, Lucy could feel the dark cloud look up at her. "It's okay. I miss Mama too. But she's here." She placed a hand over her heart, "She's always right here, inside my heart. And that's where you belong too."

The shadow slowly unfurled and began to grow. Lucy stood up, and faced the figure that now stood at her height again. The wind blew, and Lucy felt her heart fill with a new warmth, and her new clothes slowly faded back into her school uniform, as the dark cloud disappeared in her again.

"That was…" She started.

"Your sadness. If it becomes too strong, it can take form. Or at least it can now." The voice told her.

"Now? What's happening that changed this? Why did I transform? What is this?" Lucy had so many questions.

"I'm sorry, this is all I can tell you for now." The voice seemed sorrowful, "Even so, will you keep fighting for me, Lucy? There are many, many others who's hearts are full of darkness, and they need to be relieved like you did. Can you do this for me?"

Lucy stood very still and very quiet. She thought about what had happened, the pain, but also the warmth. "Is this it? Is this who I'm supposed to be?" The blonde asked.

"No, Lucy. You can be so much more; this is only the start of the journey. I can't help you from here on, but I believe in you." The voice filled her ears with warm words, "So will you take this journey? I promise, you won't be alone for long."

Lucy exhaled again, and then smiled. "Yes. I'll do it."

"Another good answer, Lucy Heartfilia."

And then silence returned to Lucy. She looked into the sky, and she saw her wishing star, and then watched it flicker out.

"I'll do my very best."