>| 10 years ago |<

The girl ran through the rainy streets.

It was raining today. 

But then again, when was it not? It always seemed to be raining when she was around.

"She's so gloomy," they would say. 

She learned to ignore them.

She longed to see a clear, blue sky one day. 

At the moment, she was rushing to get a package for her uncle home. She didn't feel very lucky today. A bandit had taken the package, but luckily a young wizard showed up and defeated him. (Though she hadn't seen him personally, she felt like he was someone important.)

My package! the girl thought excitedly, picking up the small, wrapped gift. Thank goodness! Now I can go meet my uncle!

The girl hurried through the rainy streets, umbrella in one hand and her package in the other.

A few minutes later, after the girl had arrived at her uncle's home, she was standing outside under a roofed bridge-like structure. 

The girl lifted her head, looking over near the train station. She gasped, a wide smile on her face. "It's sunny over there!"

"Hm," a man next to her said. "The sun is as beautiful as ever. But I've always preferred the rain."

"Preferred the rain?" the girl questioned. "But why? All it ever does is rain here. This is one of the only times Juvia can remember seeing the sun."

"The rain is beautiful," the man said. "You may not accept it's beauty, but even the sun, in all his glory, gets boring sometimes. But rain is always changing. No droplet is the same. That's what is wonderful about it."

The girl hummed in agreement. They stood in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"Can you hear what it's saying?" the man- no, god- asked the young, blue-haired girl.

"What do you mean?" the girl asked, tipping her head to the side like a confused puppy.

"The rain," he said, putting his hand out, letting it fall onto his hand. "Do you know what it says?"

"What?" the girl inquired, looking up at the tall, strange man in front of her.

"Listen," he told her. "Close your eyes, and listen closely."

She did as the god told her. She listened. "Drip, drip, drop...."

"Drip, drip, drop," he confirmed. They stood in silence for a few minutes.

A sparkling, blue light fell around the girl like a comforting aura, and the god realized she was a magic user- a water one, in fact. But she hadn't realized it yet.

"Juvia would like to know your name," the girl said.

"My name is Perseus," said the god. "And yours is Juvia?"

The girl smiled up at Perseus, confirming that her name was, indeed, Juvia.

"Do you know how to use magic, Juvia?" Perseus asked.

"Juvia has seen her uncle do it a few times," she answered. "But Juvia has never done it herself."

"Well," the god said, smiling, "Would Juvia like to learn?"

Juvia smiled, confirming his suspicion.

And Perseus smiled back.