Hey guys, I'm sorry to say, I have to revise the whole story. Don't worry, it'll be better. I decided to change it because things aren't adding up. The story isn't going to add up because I've been Improving this story, which Is a bit of a disadvantage, simply because I'm not planning the plot, but no worries, I'm going to start taming my creativity to create a better story line.

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Chapter 1: New beginning

LUCY POV:

Fall, 1878, France

As I rode along the fields on the famous "Chariots" train, I ventured my gaze on my current Novelty I was writing in my journal. Writing was all I knew. I liked to write about fictional things that also included a few artifacts surrounding myself. It was my escape from the throes of life. Though I wrote many random topics, it kept me busy.

The current masterpiece I was working on was called, "Edna & Alford." It was about two young lovers who found out that their parents were marrying each other, which made them stepsiblings. Their parents tried to stop them, so they fled to Austria to be together. It was my favorite so far.

In my old life, being the daughter of a very rich and important man, I was a bit of a brat. I never cleaned in my old life or really did anything for myself. However, that all changed when my father died when I was only fifteen. I was sent to a foster home, and it was very difficult for me to adjust to. I learned a great deal of lessons from the holy sister Tomlinson, head of the foster home. She would clutch her crucifix and reminisce over the joys of her own childhood; how she didn't have all that I used to have, but she still had influential people, and family to hold her up. She taught me that happiness wasn't always in the rich, and money couldn't make happiness.

How I miss her dearest soul. She advised me to find a job before I turned eighteen, or else I'd be kicked out of the orphanage. (Law) so I decided to take a job as a maid at the Dragneel Manor. I've read my newspaper headlines of this famous family. The founder of Dragneel industries disappeared abruptly, and many suspicions were thrown at his adopted son, but the press weren't always truthful.

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As I arrived to the mansion, I took a few moments to stare in awe. The frontal yard was filled with amazing, beautiful, and artistic hedge sculptures. It was also accented with exotic flowers spread across the yard. The mansion itself was marvelous.

It was a creamy yellow with a wide long porch and columns along the front. It also had a wide balcony on the third floor.

I walked to the large double door with a golden door knock shaped like a lion with the knocking ring in its mouth.

"Yesss?" the tall muscular man with a black pinstriped suit asked as he opened the door. He had a towel over his forearm, and his chin up high, with his feet set right, heel to heel. He had grey-ish silver hair and a scar over his left eye. He might have been the butler, but the way his body was built, resembled one of a weight lifter.

"Yes, I am here for the maid position." The man then stepped aside, and allowed me to enter, taking my suitcases from my hands. I remember living this way. Servants and butlers there at my every call; the finest, most dazzling apparels, but I knew better now. There was nothing wrong with living a fine life in the rich, but I was afraid of being a snob again.

'Welcome, welcome!" A dark blue haired man greeted as he walked down the stairs. He couldn't be Natsu; he dressed like a stable boy. The room was filled with other employees, and many greeted me kindly. This was a large staff.

"Quiet!" an old, very, very, very short man exclaimed. "You all can't speak at the same time. Hello my dear, welcome to the Dragneel manor. Make yourself comfortable."

Yes, I know it was short, was this better than the original first chapter? Help, I hoped you enjoyed it.

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