A/n: After reading Ch 251 the plot to the sequel came to me. Now readers must be aware that this plot will only stem from ch 251. I just took one thing from that chapter and am revolving this story around it. Now this is only the prelude, hope you guys enjoy

The world never stays the same, but my heart still remains.

The scent of gravel was the first thing that hit him when he finally regained consciousness. He tried to move but his body protested. He moaned in annoyance and in slight pain. He tried to remember if the guild celebrated something last night. A hangover and a drunken bar brawl would explain why he was currently on the floor, feeling bruised and having a raging headache.

But he didn't remember celebrating anything recently. Actually he couldn't remember anything at the moment. His mind was blank. Did he get that wasted where he couldn't remember the last 24 hours?

'You never get drunk, stop lying to yourself' a tiny voice said in his mind.

"Shut the fuck up" He muttered not to himself, but to the voice that was currently talking like an idiot inside his head.

Though he denied the voice, he didn't open his eyes for fear of what would greet him when he did. He tried to ignore what the voice said, but the fear was growing rapidly in the pit of his stomach.

"You're fine; you are just lying in the middle of the guild after you knocked out" He thought to himself. He drew in a shuddering breath "You're not back there, calm down you idiot"

He tried to calm down but the logic was working against him. Waking up from a sleep he didn't remember falling into was never a good sign. Neither was the silence that surrounded him, the guild was never this quiet. He still clenched his eyes closed; he wasn't ready to open them. As of right now he only knew a few things, his head was killing him, he was lying on the ground and thankfully his bandages were still in place.

Having enough of the rocks digging in his arm he tried to pull himself up. He cursed to himself when his damaged arm fell from the sling that the pansy doctor made him still wear. The arm was dead weight and it fell uselessly to his side. Gajeel ignored the bandaged arm, as if it was not there. He didn't want to be reminded of that right now. Hauling himself up, he stopped when the sound of metal echoed through the air. Before he could stop himself, his eyes opened and immediately fell to the source of the sound.

A chain.

A chain connecting to his neck trailing back to a stone wall.

He touched around his neck and his hand felt the metal ring that was around his neck. The chain was attached in the back and he grabbed onto it and steadied himself. He gave the chain a strong pull but nothing happened. He tried again and again. With every useless pull, his panic grew.

He tried. He really did, but the panic within him escaped. He put all his strength in his one arm and pulled on the chain. The strong pulls soon became frantic.

'No, this isn't happening. Not again' He screamed inside his head.

'It's happening, all over again. But this time you won't escape" The voice whispered at him.

With an inhuman growl he released the chain and brought his sole working hand to his face. He realized without looking that the chain had broken skin; the warm feeling of blood on his face from his hand was proof enough.

"Wake up Gajeel, wake up wake up wake up" He growled at himself.

He laid back down and headbutted the ground on his way down. Pain coursed through his skull. Shit he was capable of feeling pain, maybe this wasn't a drea-

'No this is a dream, people feel pain in their dreams all the time' He berated himself in his mind.

"Just wake up, this is just a….." He hesitated to say the word. It would show that he was weak not only physically but mentally.

"This isn't a nightmare, it's just a realistic dream" He whispered to himself. With that idea set in his mind, he turned into an animal for the next half hour, in attempts to wake himself up.

When a futile attempt involving the chain failed, Gajeel found himself lying on his back. His chest was heaving up and down and his hope was dwindling down.

That's when he saw it.

In blood red, the Raven Guild symbol stared down at him from the ceiling.

Gajeel's stopped breathing and his eyes bore holes into the ceiling. His hope broke and his chest heaved in a dangerous way. Turning to his side he violently gagged until he threw up all the contents in his stomach.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" He said under his breath. His breathing fastened and before he could control himself he was now screaming. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK"

It was happening all over again.

Ivan …he got him.

He got him back.

This couldn't get any worse.

At that moment the heavens turned their back to Gajeel, for at that moment he heard something. The last thing he ever wanted to hear.

A terrified voice calling his name echoed throughout the stone walls.

"Gajeel" the terrified voice repeated.

Someone was here to join the ride with him this time.

Please review with thoughts or concerns. If you are confused, don't worry you were supposed to be.