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In the ancient times, when magic was new to the world, there lived a girl who wanted nothing more than to touch the stars. She carried great magic inside her that rivaled all others across the lands. Yet despite her grand magic she practiced nothing. She lived a peaceful life in her father’s estate caring for his elderly form and wishing with all her might that she might one day meet the stars. Then in the coldest of winters her father succumbed to his sickness. News of his passing traveled quickly to the outskirts of the farthest continents. With his death the young girl’s protection died also, and greedy, horrible men sought her out. They craved the raw, powerful magic that lay dormant in her blood. The story goes that the young maid was taken quietly in her sleep. But the stars know better. She did not go quietly. Her staff were slaughtered when they ran to investigate the screams for help. The young girl fought hard and almost got away, would have got away if not for the small boy who tricked her into thinking he was the horrible man’s captive. The stars bore witness as the girl was caught, her clothing ripped, skin torn from harsh grips and small blades. These horrible men had a devious plan for the girl, but it required her be taken to a distant land where the mountains are closest to the sky. It is said in this place the veil lay thin and strong magic works best. The stories known now do not speak of how the woman was taken to the mountain peaks. But the stars know. The woman was dragged, beaten, and starved. The magics required her stay pure but that did not stop the horrible men from toeing the line. Night after night the woman turned her face to the stars and prayed. In the seven days it took to reach the peak the woman mourned the life she would not get to live, for she knew whatever these men planed for her had no after. The stories say the woman was resigned to her fate when they chained her to a stone slab. The stars know she fought until her nails broke off and bled. And as the woman was chained down to the slab, she gave one last prayer to the stars for aid. The stories say the stars did not answer, that she died alone and her great magic released back into the earth. The stars know that as the woman was sliced open, cruel words chanted around her meant to bring about destruction they were filled with sorrow and rage. The stars know that a voice heavy with authority ordered they go the aid of their old friend. The woman did not survive the men’s devious plan, but neither did they. The stars burned through their bodies and remained there in the woman’s final moments. And as she breathed her last breath her great magic was released into each of them and into her own children, who the stories do not speak of. The stars know this is how they were given permanent passage to our realm.
“Overtime this story will be warped and lost all together, but not for us, do you know why Lucy?”
“No momma, why?” A quiet voice whispered back.
“Because this is the story of our family. No one else in history remembers her name, but she my dear Lucy was the first of us…her name was Leona Heartfilia.”
“We get our magic from her momma,” Lucy whispered back.
“Yes, little star, we get our magic from her. That is why we must treat our spirits as family, because they are our family little star. Thanks to her we carry stardust in our veins.”
“Wow,” the small girl breathed.
“But Lucy, my little star, it is very important that you never reveal the true extent of your abilities to others.”
“But…”
“Let me finish. The bad men from the story still exist today, in their many forms. And our magic, little star, our great magic is hunted for its uses in dark, dark spells. Promise me Lucy, never reveal your real magic to others, not unless you can trust them to never betray you.” “…Ok momma, I promise.”