Lightning Strikes

The Beginning

{3rd Person}

Lucy ran around the small living room, trying to find her tiny two year old. She heard her giggling and looked around. "I found Lylly, momma." Delilah picked up the small girl. Their mom picked up Lylly. "I want you to stay at the guild while I go shopping, okay?" She looked at the small, brown haired girl. "Why can't I stay with Lylly?" She asks. "Lylly would be scared if she went to the guild and I dont want you getting hurt again.." "But dad might hurt her." Delilah defended. "Just go to the guild, please. I'll be back home soon." She kissed her forehead and left. Soon, not even a minute after, a tall, blonde man was in front of the girls.

"Lucy told you to go to the guild. Now go." He sternly spoke. "I'm going, jeez.." She was then slapped after she set down Lylly. She cried out in pain. "Leave!" He screamed at her. "I'm going!" She started running and darted out of the house. Lylly stood up and walked over to where a few of her toys were. She giggled, tossing around a small toy bear. The man picked her up, making her drop the toy. She started crying. "Shut the hell up!" He yelled at her which only made her cry more. He huffed and took her to her room, throwing her inside. She cried in pain but got up and tried to leave her room, but the man hit her. "If you can use your magic now, maybe I'll let you out." He scolded. "I can't!" She yelled between sobs. "The you're staying!" He slammed her door shut and locked it.

Lylly tried to open the door but couldn't, so she went to her window, paned with light yellow curtains. Surprisingly, it was unlocked and she opened it with ease. She crawled out, falling into the dirt and grass. She got up and ran to the guild, knowing that she would be safe there. After a few falls and trips, she made it to the guild. She sat down and knocked on the door. A minute passed by and an old man opened the door. "Hm? Who are you?" He picked her up. "I want sissy." She pointed inside at a girl with brown, faded into blonde, hair. "Delilah?" The man asked. The little girl nodded. The old man made his way to Delilah with Lylly in his arms. He tapped on her shoulder, making her turn around. "Lylly? What are you doing here?" Delilah took her from the man. "Daddy was being a meanie and hurt me." She sighed and wiped the dirt off of her knees and elbows. "It will be alright.. Here, play with Happy." She set Lylly on the table in front of a blue cat. "Hi!" The cat cheered. Lylly giggled. "Hi! What your name?" She asked.

As the two played one of Delilah's friends, the owner of Happy, sat on the other side of her. "Hey, Delilah?" He looked at her. "Yeah?" She lifted up her head. "One, who's she? Two, why do you always have your good up?" He asks. "This is my little sister, Lylly, and I have it up 'cause it's comfy." She says. He leaned over the table and pulled it off, catching Delilah by surprise. She panicked as he noticed the cuts and bruises on her cheeks and neck.