Not the same as the Manga. This is a story of a fairytale set in a faraway kingdom. One of which countless legends have been told...

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I don't own Fairy tail.No way, I don't want to! That would be far to much responsibility, I live near the guild though and it's far to near sometimes for my liking. What with Natsu banging on my Window whenever he's board and Grey stripping anywhere and Ezra being terrifying and smacking down anyone in the guild who she thinks needs to be kissed with a fist. I think I'm the only normal one here.

Oh well, that's what makes Fairytail so much fun.

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Dear Mum,

This is a romance and an adventure/ fantasy.

This is my first love story for fairytail, I hope you like it. I wish you were here to tell me and talk to me whether you think I'm any good or not at writing.

I can never show this to anyone else in my guild/family if I do I might just die. They would probably laugh at it and then try to make a big event out of it. Natsu would probably try to act it out and Ezra definitely love her role. But the very idea of Natsu reading this makes my palms melt. He must NEVER read this. For your eyes only mum, And wish me luck. You know what they say, 'Small beginnings make great endings.'

Your loving daughter,

Lucy of Fairytail

I love you xxx

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PS: Sir Walter Scott: wrote part of this poem for the Lady of the Lake. I, Lucy Heartfilia, have written the rest. I call it 'Fairy-land's Beat'.

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A BURNING HEART: FAREWELL

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Fairy-Land's Beat

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'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in Fairy-land

When fairy birds are singing,

When the court doth ride by their monarch's side,

With bit and Bridle ringing:

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And gaily shines the fairy land

But all is glistening show,

Like the idle gleam that December's Beam

Can dart on ice and snow.

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I dance, I dance in Fairy-land

Where the fireflies are glowing,

I see with eyes alight, unhindered

What's true, and worth of showing:

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The Light of truth protects Fairy-land

The sun rains down his sweet delight,

To all the gentle beasts and birds alike,

Rest easy now, day and night.

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Fear not, fear not, in Fairy-land

All those with hearts of gold,

But beware to them who heed me not,

Whose souls become so cold.

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Take care, do not hate in Fairy-land

Do not be consumed by your own desire,

Do not fall prey to the dragon of hate,

Or you will burn within his fire.

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I lay there in the grass underneath the ancient fairy-tree, it was a beautiful Ash tree. The leaves were just coming into their final autumn stage of glory. Glowing many shades of gold, orange, and royal reds, they lit up the hillside with their dazzling colours and could be seen from miles around. The Ash tree was enormous, and the tallest and oldest of all the trees in , and I often came here for peace and quiet. No one came up on this hill. It was isolated and abandoned, with not a flower nor a bush in sight, only the lonesome tree surround by grassy fields.

This was bliss. Listening to the wind whistling through the leaves. It sounded... like the sea, and yet not quite like the sea. As if it was farther away perhaps. I always wanted to go and visit the sea again, I hadn't seen it since mother died, and it is so far away.

A gust of wind hit the fiery tree again bringing down a rain of red and orange leaves. I sat up and held my head up and shut my eyes... I love the feeling of the valley breezes running through my hair. Right now I have it down, I like it that way, it feels free and unburdened and helps me to forget of my own worries and problems. Today is my last day in the Valley of Chaste, then I'll be going to live in the City of Golenbell. I lay back down again. Golenbell what would that be like.

Oh, how boring. Let's make up another song... hum-mm...

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My Antonymous filled Poem

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My name is Lucy Ebony

I now live in glorious poverty.

Many men have riches to spare,

But our land here is bare, bare, bare.

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They ask father 'Do you work or rest?'

And tell him what they think is best

They smile, then frown

Then take him down, down, down to town.

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He's at the summit, I'm at the base,

I'm ready to go to give to the chase

Whether it be earth, or out to sea

I will be free, be free, be free

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I tell no lie, the truth be told

I'd rather live out in the cold.

Than here, in captive slavery

I wish, wish, wish for liberty.

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I enjoy the dusk, I relish the dawn

I love to watch the day be born

My Joy that 'twas back then so common, has now become indeed quite rare

As my father has turned my hope to despair.

Well that was miserable. That is what's on my mind though, it isn't my fault that I can't think of anything else. Maybe I'm looking at this the wrong way. Maybe I'll like the city and enjoy my cousin's home there. I hadn't seen my little Cousin for so long now. I wonder what Levy's like now?

I think I still like the old songs most. They are more positive and beautiful than the ones I make first one was a song my mother used to sing to me before she passed away. I used to believe every word, but now in this dark world I find it hard to waste my thoughts on believing in Fairies and so forth. Why should I believe in the dragon and fairy stories any-more, and even if I did, how would it help me. I have never seen a fairy and there is no such thing as a Dragon. The only reason I keep on singing this song is because of the memoires it holds.

I stood up. It was time to be heading back home for the last time. I needed to get ready to leave early tomorrow morning. "Farewell my old friend." I lent my head against the tree's trunk. "I may never see you again."

My father hasn't really looked at me since mother died. I'm nothing but a shadow of a memory he once had. I might as well be dead in his eyes. I think he wants to start over with someone else, I'm sure, and I know he doesn't want me around.

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The next day I set off. On the road into the city I go. I don't mind that no one cares it gives me freedom and courage. I will start a new and start well. I will be taught, I will learn. I wonder what is in store for me.