The Guardian and The Priestess

The Gift

Tomorrow's my eighteenth birthday.

Here I am.

Serving customers on a famous café in town, to make a living.

How sad, I know.

I have no family.

I have no friends.

Well, yeah, I have school buds.

But, I need real friends.

Heck, I don't even have any relatives.

My name's Lucy Heartfilia.

Turning eighteen.

Where's my parents?

My mom left this world, when I was about ten years old.

My father died from a disease when I was sixteen.

Since then, I started to support myself.

All that my parent's left me was a precious gift box, to be opened on my eighteenth birthday.

They told me to never open the box, until I reached the certain age.

I don't know but when my parents were still alive, they used to look at the gift, lovingly.

Even my dad, who barely shows any emotion, would occassionally smile at the box.

I shrugged the thought aside and served some customers.

The shop has been completely packed.

But, it's almost time to go home.

Where it's lonely.

Ugh. Stop thinking like that Lucy!

I slapped myself lightly on the cheeks.

I can do this! I'm going to give it my all!

Right after work, I decided to visit my mom and dad's graves.

I gently placed a set of flowers on both their graves.

Silently praying, I felt a sudden change of atmosphere.

The wind was changing its course and it became violent as it pierced my skin.

I had no choice but to leave.

I'll visit you again, mama and otou-san.

Walking back home, I felt a strange presence or shadows follow me around and it's freaking me out.

I'm probably just paranoid.

As soon as my house came to view, I ran straight to my home and the eerie feeling was gone.

I sighed in relief and went straight to my bathroom to relax.

Relaxing on my bath, I couldn't help but look at the birthmark on my right hand.

It's a weird mark.

My mom says it's a special birthmark, and she named it Fairy Tail.

That someday, I'll meet special people who has the same birthmark.

Who in the world, would have the same birthmark as mine?

I shrugged the thought off and walked out my bathroom.

Slipping on my black long sleeves shirt plus shorts, I dried my hair and walked to my bedside table.

I pulled the gift my mom and dad gave me when I was eight.