First Sight

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The nameless girl was sitting in her position and observing the treehouse she found earlier. The tree she was leaning against was protecting her a bit from the rain. She wasn't sure if her decision to wait in the bushes was the right thing to do. Maybe she should just knock at the door and find out who was living there. After all, her stomach was going to kill her at this rate, it was growling and screaming for food. But she prefered to die from hunger than to be killed by some bandits living in the forrest. She would stay there until she was sure that she could come out.

The rain slowed down as time passed by. Nothing changed. No one came out of the treehouse. She didn't know what to do else. She was absolutely helpless without any memories so she didn't have much of a choice than to wait if someone will pass by. After the rain completely stopped she hoped that someone would come out. But again: Nothing happened.

Regret began to build up inside of her. If she was so afraid of knocking she should've just walked away to found something else. After all the forrest must've had an end, right?

„This is just a waste of time," she whispered in awe suprised by the tone of her own voice.

When the sun started to set agein, was she readied herself to stand up and leave but the sudden vibration of the ground made her think otherwise. Then she could hear a strong and terrifying sound that was coming into her direction. She hold her knees tightly hold her breath when she saw an old man the size of a gorilla running to that treehouse. He didn't look quite natural and she was somewhat scared of that sight. He was fast and his voice was deep and vibrating when he screamed something: „Porlyusica!!"

Now that he was passing the road right in front of her, she could see that he was carrying something in his arms but from her position she couldn't really tell what it was and she didn't want to make any sound so she didn't move at all and just watched was going on in front of her.

The door of the house she had watched for so long was opened in an instant and an old woman with pink hair stepped out of it. She was wearing a long red coat and black clothes under it. Her facial expression didn't look to nice, though.

„Makarov, what in earth is going on?!"

The gorillla-like man suddenly shrimped into the size of the woman making the little girl behind the bushes gasp in suprise.

„Laxus," he breathed, „he fainted again." Without hestitation they both hurried inside the house and closed the door.

The girl didn't know what to think. Of course she had waited for anyone to show up but she didn't expect that something like that was going to happen. Even though she wasn't sure what exactly happened.

From what she had heared she assumed that the man was carrying someone who was ill or something like that. But she didn't think about that too much; the way how he just changed the size of his body kept her mind busy.

Soon after that a little boy with green hair came running towards the house; sweat drops all over his face, his breaths loud and unsteady. The moment he reached the

There was a little boy running towards the house. Sweat drops were running down his face and his breath was heavy. She was then watching him slowing down and stoping right in front of the door. He didn't move further and just stood over there, his head down,.

They both didn't take any action for a long time; he was just standing there and she was just watching him curiously. Why didn't he just knock the door? But then again she didn't want to do it either. Maybe he was afraid, too.

At least he didn't look dangerous.

Deciding that it would be the best to step out now, she stood up and fought against the bushes to get through them. The green haired boy turned immadiately over to see what was going on behind of him.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 23, 2018 ⏰

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