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Cursed

ミ★ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘴 ★彡

"Get Out of here you cursed child!"

"Get away from me you freak!"

"Stay away from that child!"

"You're Hungry? What for us humans?"

"I'm going to become KING OF THE PIRATES!"

The young white-haired girl looked towards the old man who smiled at her. His outstretched hand holding some bread, was he giving it to her? 

"What's your name child?"

"I-I don't know, people only call me a demon or freak.."

"Do you recall any name at all dear?" His eyes filled with pity for the poor dear. The world is filled with cruel people, the cruelest being those who don't understand. He couldn't believe someone could put a child in these circumstances, perhaps she was orphaned?

"Strauss... My mother called me that when she left. I think?"

To think when asked her name, the only answer provided was in the form of a question.

Strauss.

No first name to go by, just Strauss, and she wasn't even sure of it. 

The kind old man's attitude didn't change, he still chose to help the 'cursed' child, and offered her the bread once more. Thankfully she took it, if she didn't the poor child probably would have starved to death. She was already sick and on the brink of death, being left to rot in the rain on her birthday no less. 

The world was cruel to her, but it seems the gods had other plans.

October 22nd, seven years old, born once again into this world.

This time as Mirajane Strauss.

The gods sent an angel to this child in the form of Makarov Dreyar, the head of a merchant guild, Fairy Tail.  

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"Woah! That's so cool! How'd your hand end up like that?"

A short raven-haired boy ran towards Mira, pointing at her cursed arm. Unlike the rest, he found her arm cool. Just who is he...?

Mira was shocked at the boy's arrival, and the fact he thought her abilities were cool. Most would curse at her and throw rocks at her, but he found her cool. 

"Just get out of here! Once your parents show up they'll tell you to get away from me! Just Like everyone else!" 

"Why would Gramps and Makino tell me to stay away from you!?"

"Look at me! Look at my arm! I'm just a freak!" Mira pointed at her arm, which seemed to be made of wood, with purple orbs inside of it. An odd sight indeed.

"I think your arm is pretty cool! I'm sure gramps will too! How'd it got like that? Can I get one too?" He ran towards Mira grabbing her arm and moving it around to look at it closer.