Hey Guys! This is something that I've been wanting to write for a while, and I'm finally getting around to sharing it with you guys! If you've read my stories before, you know how my mind wanders, and new story ideas pop into my head. Sure, it happens during class, but that's beside the point! Cheers to me for getting around to writing a story about another OTP of mine, Nalu! Seriously, before I even watched Fairy Tail, I thought they were canon! No joke! Anyway, here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, that privilege belongs to the fabulous Hiro Mashima.

Charmed

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Prologue

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If hope truly was a fading rainbow, she had run out of colors to spare.

How suddenly, had her world come crashing down upon her? How quickly had everything she had ever worked for, everything she had ever treasured and loved, been taken away from her shaking hands? Her own hands, now bloodied and bruised, that had once been so capable; hands that held power and light; they were now the hands pressed against the rocky ground beneath her, desperately trying to hold up her weight. Even though she had been on all fours, her entire body shook violently.

Her breathing had been shallow, her lungs unable to take commands of inhaling the necessary oxygen she needed to keep breathing. But sadly, just as her lungs were starting to fail her, so had her will to breathe entirely.

Her eyes began to burn, the tell-tale sign of the tears that began to fall to the ground in rhythm with the drops of blood that fell from her head, mixing together and adding to the puddle of blood that she had been leaning over, her head throbbing intensely underneath her mussed up, blood-stained blonde hair. The white ribbon that had once been tied neatly into her hair lay a few feet away on the ground, shredded and stained red. And her clothes were ruined; rips and tears dominated the once soft fabric of her baby pink cotton dress, the sleeves ripped and holes stretching to reveal her trembling thighs.

Her shaking fingers dug into the ground, straining against her body's desire to crumple to the ground and let everything fade to black. Her arms began to shake even more than they had before as she tried to place all of her weight on just one arm, only to be greeted by the shrewd and violent stab of pain that caused her to cry out loudly, then dimmed to a painful whimper. She turned her shaking head to her right to examine her right arm where that bastard had cut her; a deep and bleeding gash that stretched from her wrist all the way up to the crease of her elbow. Given the slightest movement or pressure, the pain would shoot up her arm and radiate throughout her senses, binding her into a world of pain.

With her muscles screaming at her to give up, she shifted her weight to her other arm, and reached out with her injured one, blood dripping down in large droplets as she stretched out to grab a golden key that lay astray on the ground in a large puddle of blood. As her fingers curled around the cold metal, she lifted the blood drenched key up towards her chest, the red liquid dripping down as she did so. She couldn't see who the key belonged to, and it didn't matter.

"O-Open…g-gate of th-the.."

Her vision instantly blurred, and she saw the stars that she had the power to control, only this time they fought to keep her from using any magic. She increased her grip on her golden key, and she felt herself become weaker.

No..please..I have to…

And with such sudden force, she felt the key in her shaking hand be slapped away brusquely, the clanging of metal ringing out as it must have hit a something hard in the distance.

Her eyes widened in extreme shock and disbelief.

She gasped as she felt a hand grab her throat and squeeze it tightly, now completely blocking off her desperately needed oxygen. She felt her body be lifted, and in a flash, she was being held by her neck, dangling up off of the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut as she attempted to block out the pain. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides. And yet, being in such a dire situation as this, all she could think about were her keys.

And as the pressure on her throat increased immensely, she struggled to reach for her Fleuve d'étoiles that had been attached faithfully to her left hip, only to remember that she had lost it in her fight earlier, her trusty weapon probably floating off in some body of abandoned water that that damed river she'd dropped it in led to. And of all times for it be missing..

Her vision finally began to go black, and as she fell into the darkness, a voice rang out in her ears, a familiar voice that had been drenched in fury and desperation. It rose in a violent crescendo as the hold she had on her consciousness completely snapped.

"LUCY!"