Hey guys, this is my first Fairy Tail story, but I have loved it for so long. If there is any grammatical errors, feel free to let me know and I shall edit them out. Thoughts and flame are accepted, just keep it PG, there's only so much I can take haha

Enjoy (hopefully...)

Updated quote at the end.

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She had a beautiful soul. It wasn't a debatable topic, it was simply fact. Her soul seemed to shine as bright as the sun, blinding those left in her iridescent wake. But she wasn't so selfish as to keep all the warmth and brightness to herself, she seemed to radiate it, spreading joy and love wherever she went, whoever she met. She had the ability to change hearts with a simple smile, somehow worming her way into your own soul and making it glow as bright as her own, if only for a fleeting moment, making you wish all the more that she would stay. She made you want to be like her, even though it was impossible to match such an emotionally raw person. She was the type of woman who wore her soul like a second skin, or a suit of armour. Never having ulterior motives, she said what she meant, what she felt, the truth, she stood up for what she believed in, and when she did, she glowed so much more brightly, and fought so much more fiercely. She was the epitome of beauty, and not in such a fleeting 'good looks' kind of way, but a beauty that reached far deeper than that. She was beautiful in her soul. Her kindness knew no bounds, able to forgive a man who tore her life to pieces, a man who broke away at what little she had, piece by piece, and tried to sell it away to the highest bidder. She forgave her enemies. She reached out to people when no one else bothered to know about them, smiling that smile that made breaths hitch and throats tighten whilst she herself had no knowledge of the impact she had on the world, merely thinking she was just another ordinary young woman. She had never been so wrong. She stood out in a crowd. She wasn't one in a million; she was so much rarer than that, and so much more.

She would fall directly into harms way if it meant protecting her friends. Erza Scarlet may have said that 'we don't die for our friends, that we live for them', but I knew she would rather spend her last moments on Earthland fighting for another human being and dying in their place, if it meant her friends, her family, could live. It wasn't just her soul that displayed her morals; she herself had said that it was more fun when she was together with her friends, that she didn't want to run away by herself, and it broke me down when I realised how alone she must have been in her past to feel that way now. And it made me respect her all the more to see how brightly she could still shine, even after being broken so many times before. There was something about her, about her soul, that made people want to help her, to protect her, that's why I believe she can make most men bend to her whim, not because she was forceful or fear invoking, but because she somehow made you want to, she made you see why you had to help, why you should be the better man and save the people that no one else would, why you should put your life on the line to help someone, just so they didn't have to die. She made you want to prove yourself to her, to show her that you too could shine brightly like the sun, or at least the stars that she loved so much. That you could bring yourself up from the dark, dank gutters of your own morbid mind and make yourself be the person you never thought you could be.

But out of all these things about her, about her soul, there was one thing I could never understand. For someone who displayed herself exactly as she was, a light in the ever-present darkness of our hearts, there was still an edge to her. Like a daring drop that entices you to its edges before you know it and then you're too scared to take the leap, to know more. There was a darkness to her that she hid. That she hid from her face, her emotions, her actions, and the only reason I knew it was there was because it was like a scar on her soul. Like someone had placed a shadow over part of her and it wouldn't heal, not for anyone, not ever. It hurt me to think that this perfect specimen, with her golden beauty and her shining soul, could still be suffering. Her selflessness contradicted my own troubled mind on the observations I'd made, but there it was, plain as anything to anyone who could see souls as clearly as I. Her soul was tainted with flecks of irreparable pain, and I couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible. I had, after all, been one of the people to destroy her concept of family. I fought her. I hurt her nakama. I was part of the stain on her otherwise pristine soul. I wanted nothing more than to apologise to her, beg her to remain the shining light within the guild, to not let her past keep diming her soul, but alas, she was two too many steps ahead of me. Her forgiving heart had forgiven my sins before I could even repent properly. Before I could even try and earn her forgiveness. It left a sour taste in my mouth. To think she is this forgiving to everyone… it broke my heart. She was too kind, too sweet, too positive, and bright, and perfect. No one should be like that. No one like that should exist, and yet here she was, sitting mere tables away from me, lighting up the room with her exquisite laugh, the brightness of her face reflecting that of her team.

She may have been called weak, she may believe it herself, but she wasn't. She had one thing that no one else in the entire guild, in all of Fiore could possess, at least as far as I had travelled. She had a beautiful soul. A soul that, despite the years, would eternally bring light and love to those she surrounded herself with, and if you were one of those lucky few that made her smile like the sun, that she surrounded you with her ethereal soul, than you would be gifted for as many years as you could possibly live. Because that girl, that selfless, forgiving, bright girl, was all anyone could ever possibly need, and she didn't even know it.

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She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eye when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

~Unknown

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Hey guys, I hope it was aright, I know there's no dialogue, it was just Bixy's thoughts on Lu-chan. Drop us a review/favourite if you enjoyed it.

Carry on you lovely readers.