Guys, I'm so sorry that I didn't get this out in time! I had so much to do- I have a freaking essay due by Monday for history and I haven't started!

Well, whatever! I got this done and out of the way, I posted this out!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.

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Wait, what? What?!

No! Please don't show them that Epo-

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Notes: Thoughts

Chapter Two

.:The Rewrite by the Epoch:.

Hmmm, something isn't right here Lady LuckyLifeSmile. It seems you here have posted the wrong side of the story. Sigh, stop your squirming Lady LuckyLifeSmile. You're lucky I have only tied you by stars, not by the mandatory meteors.

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Entry #761? Ha, this is a laugh Lady Luck. Stop struggling, Lady LuckyLifeSmile.

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Entry #761 . . .

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There is no Entry #761. There would have been a Entry #761 diary entry in Lucy Heartfilia's life if the war had never existed. Gray Fullbuster isn't even real- just a name I had given to such a male that would sound so suave, cold, handsome, lonely, and by himself.

Oh, who am I, reader?

I am the Epoch. Some define me as Father Time, but ultimately I have no "real" name. Yet, if one was to name me such a name, I would go by the name the Guardians call me- the Epoch. They call me the Epoch because I am the one that fiddles with human memories, time itself, the spaces or tears that have been tampered with in memories, time pieces, the gears in a backwards clock- which is basically a smarter way of saying reversing time in the Space Continuum. The Space Continuum; it's what we Guardians refer our pieces- our weapons, as you humans call your pieces as.

This must sound confusing for you, I know, but bear with me human. I'm trying my best to help you understand the Guardians and our ways of contorting humans.

Who are the Guardians, you say? They're the make-believe protectors like the holiday figures that you humans call "Santa Claus" or "The Tooth Fairy" or maybe even the more ridiculous ones like "Mother Nature", "Fairy Godmother" and "The Easter Bunny". The very same Guardians that are in that movie you humans made up to represent us- Rise of the Guardians, right? Yes.

Now, you must be wondering as to why I am in here- this story that the user "LuckyLifeSmile" has made up, yes? I'm definitely not here for her, of course. I'm only here to fiddle with Miss Lucy Heartfilia's story a bit, okay?

Now, that entry before? That would be something that Miss Heartfilia would have written if World War 2 had never existed. But, alas, I made it so that there would be a war- so that there would be a war that many humans would look back to back in the 1940s.

Entry #761? Ah, that entry was just a lie. Now let me fix this tear here, add a few "minor mistakes" here, and- voila!

Perfect. As Lady LuckyLifeSmile has lied to you before, I will actually be the one who will control the story from here- the correct story, not that happy, sugary-sweet story she had written- or what she tried to fix with my magic.

Petty humans, you think that if you don't show the whole truth of that truth, you can protect the ones you love so dearly. This is what is so amusing about humans to me- you either don't care for each other or you do. How petulant.

As Lady LuckyLifeSmile had tried so hard to spare and hide this from you, here is the real story to Miss Lucy Heartfilia- the true tale of her legacy.

Shut it, Lady Luck. Shut up.

Ah, much better. The black hole should stay much better.