Luck of the Unwanted~

Chapter 1

15 years ago there was a great war in Fiore. It wasn't like a regular war that fought country vs. country. No. This was a war with dragons. I was 5 at the time that it happened. Many lives were lost and many people were injured. As a matter of fact my mother was killed as I sat and watched. That's right. My mother was killed right in front of me as she shielded me as a fiery blast was coming my way.

The details are crystal clear in my head from the stunning morning sunset to the destruction of a once beautiful country. Because of her death, my father blamed me. One evening we were sitting at the table eating yet another silent meal. Even at my young age, I knew that he thought I was at fought for her death. He probably blamed me for everything that happened that day just for a sense of closure.

Suddenly though, he picked up a knife. I was five at the time and thought that he was just going to cut up his already cut up meat. But I was wrong. Way wrong.

He stood up and looked at me with the most hateful expression he could muster. He took the knife and gracefully cut the skin on his wrist allowing blood to ooze out with a slight tingle of pain.

"Do you see this Lucy? I am doing this because of you. You are the reason I am hurting myself! It is all your fault. Everything is your fault!" He said as he started to cut deeper.

Tears ran freely down my eyes. I cried so much at once that I suddenly had the erge to throw up. Still I put my hands over my mouth as the tears kept coming. My small and delicate brain couldn't take the trauma of it.

After the blood came pouring to the ground he smiled a wicked smile as he pulled the knife higher. He licked the blood off of the knife. He had officially gone mad.

"See dear Lucy? You are the cause of this. You were so incompetent that you made your mother give up her life. If you were paying attention, you could have saved yourself as well as your mother." He said as he laughed a menacing laugh.

After that he stabbed himself in the stomach. Normally people wouldn't die from just a simple stab in the stomach but between that and the blood he lost from his wrists, he was bound to die.

I stood and looked at what used to be my father. The tears poured as I screamed out an inhuman scream. I had lost to much in that one week. My mother. My father. My home. My family. And finally…. My voice.

Everything had been so traumatizing that my voice was lost. I was now labeled in society as a mute. My father was lying down on the floor dead with a knife in his hand and blood surrounding his soulless body.

It wasn't long and surrounding people came rushing into my house from my screams. Once they saw me though hugging him with his blood covering me, they themselves fled. After that I spent the rest of the night pondering what to do.

I was a five year old girl. No father. No mother. No home. No family. No voice. The next morning, a woman in a black uniform and black glasses came to my used to be home. There she found me still beside my father.

She told me that everything would be fine and to go pack my things. I believed her. Even if she was lying, what else would I live for? I have nothing.

She told me that because I had no other living relatives in the country, that I would be going to a place called an 'orphanage'. It was a place for kids like me that had no parents after the war she explained to me on the ride there. On the way, I remember just watching out the window. Looking at the destruction once called a city.

When we arrived, she got out the car and helped me carry a few suitcases that I packed. She then handed me a dry erase board. After that she explained that there would be someone to teach me a thing called sign language as well.

After that, I was shown to a room that had two sets of bunk beds that I would share with three other girls. There we all waited to be adopted into a new family. We all stayed there together for about a year together and I enjoyed my time. One of the girls lost a leg when a building collapsed and she had to have a wheelchair. In fact, many of the kids there had disabilities which made it all the harder to get adopted into a new family.

One day, a little girl named Tomomi was adopted. She had cherry red hair and bright blue eyes. The family had no children so they decided to adopt her.

It wasn't long though and another girl moved into our room and replaced her. This girl was Isabelle. The only problem was that this kept happening. All the girls that lived in my room with me were all adopted and replaced one by one. As more were adopted, the more alone I felt. I mean sure, there were people all around me. That still didn't mean that I didn't feel alone.

I was happy though. Even if I have to suffer, others are happy. They are being taken to a bright and beautiful home instead of stuck here where everything is either gray or white.

Even so, I spent 12 years there. It wasn't until I was seventeen that a family came and requested to adopt a girl. They gave different traits and the lady would give different papers to them that included information about the girl and a picture.

After that, I was called into a room to meet with the parents. When I walked in I was overwhelmed with the feeling of secure omitting off of them. I smiled.

'Today is the day' I thought to myself.

I got my dry erase board and sat down at the table set up.

'Hagememashite! Watashi wa Lucy-desu!' I spelled out.
(Nice to meet you! My name is Lucy!)

At first the parents looked a bit confused but smiled. They must have realized my disability. Still they smiled though. We talked for a while. Or let re-phrase that. They talked, I wrote.

It was then they smiled and walked out. I was then sent back to my room while they thought about their decision. It wasn't long before they were escorted to my room.

"Lucy honey, you might want to pack your bags because we have decided that you are going to come home with us." The woman said with a smile.

I could barely contain my excitement. I rushed around my room as the younger girls smiled at me. They knew how long I had been here and were especially happy. I then got my three suitcases and hugged my roommates goodbye. How much I wish I could say it though.

They then loaded my thing in the car. I looked around a bit. It was the first time I had been outside since they started re-building the city. Now it was beautiful. Compared to the devastation before. I smiled widely and the adults laughed.

We then set out to my new home.

My life has changed now. I now have a mother. A father. A home. A family. Only one thing left to gain back.

My voice.