Maybe after reading the story, some of you will think, why is this different from the original story? Well, the idea for this fanfic popped out in my head long before chapter 199:Lisanna was published. When I was working on the 2nd chapter's draft, that new chapter came out and left me 2 choices: to continue the story despite the difference or to just ignore it. I chose to leave.

But then, a week ago, I re-read this story and I suddenly thought, What's the point of throwing such an idea? My beta reader Hihazuki agreed and encouraged me to continue, so well, here it is. I hope you enjoyed the fanfic even if Lisanna's concept of 'coming back alive' is not the same as the original!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. All the credits for making such a great concept goes to Hiro Mashima.

Fragments of Memory

Prologue: Walking Back

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~In a familiar clearing~

A zephyr descended from the heavens, signalling the start of a new day. It circled continuously around a clearing, bringing some flower petals to the center. They twisted, turned, and flew across the clearing and back in a pink blur, as though trying to collect as many petals as possible. Indeed they were, as the soft, pastel-pink petals began to move to and fro around the center of the glade. Soon enough, a light pink colour dominated the ground and the air above, little by little molding into a human consistence. The petals danced and spun, the zephyr growing stronger and adjoined themselves into the gyrating mass form of what looked like a slender and delicately lissom young woman.

The petals thinned and gave way to reveal more prominent features of the mystical figure. Snow white hair blew gently in the wind, reflecting the rays of sunlight. A familiar pink colored dress hugged her body, curving around her figure in all the right places, and short enough to walk or run easily.

She was simply beautiful and attractive, her eyes gently closed, easing her face from the minute she deviated from the petals. A few moments later she blinked slowly in confoundedness.

Her soft muscles tensed as she flexed her limbs. Thinking about technicalities didn't appease her in the least, so she decided on ascertaining the unfamiliar sensation reality –perhaps fate—had gifted her.

Not used to the esthesis of walking again, she tripped on a nearby root of a full-grown tree protruding from the ground.

She caught herself just before she landed, clumsily managing to clutch onto the sturdy trunk for support. As she struggled to maintain her balance, a spread of names scrawled onto it caught her azure eyes.

A certain name among two others held her undivided attention as she stared thoroughly, wondering what in the world made her stare that hard.

Then it hit her, as clear as daylight. That name, everything, why she was here now, how she was even here.

His name. Him. How could she possibly even forget? Her eyes welled up as she recalled certain past events with the aforementioned person. Her fingers traced lightly over the carving, and her urge to call out his name grew stronger.

The name which made her feel… alive, the very name constantly echoing inside the innermost part of her heart. But no matter how much she tried, her voice was still too rusty and had long been abandoned. It refused to respond to her just yet.

But the will in her finally outweighed all others, and very forcibly, in a cracked and broken whisper, she uttered a word, her first from the very moment she actualized into a substantial being again.

"Nat...su..."

I greet the morning

Chasing after your profile left only in my revolving dreams

Thanks for reading! chapter one is in progress, and will be updated in less than a week!