Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, just this story.
One, two, five or possibly even more weeks have passed since the scarred script mage had gave Lucy Heartfilia her last farewell. In loneliness, days have grown quite monotonous for Levy McGarden, who had done nothing but inspect the two brilliant, golden keys that her now-sleeping comrade used to possess; "Lu-chan..." Exhaled the petite-sized bluenette, in a soft manner, resting over the bed the little shelter she now lived in had, releasing not the two golden treasures she had now on her power; she missed her friend.
It was Sunday morning, 11:00AM, and The Voice of Fiore had arrived; The Voice of Fiore was a relatively new newspaper – with its first publishment three years ago – that, despite contemporary adversities, managed to publish two editions per month, in order to inform the remaining survivors of the latest catastrophes; "Council headquarters assaulted again...?" Lowly asked the script mage to herself after picking up the journal, scanning through the numerous, devastating headlines. Despite being the lightest report – in terms of damage – featured in newspaper's edition, the titular deeply caught the scarred female's attention, mostly because of the proximity between the shelter she was in and what the Magic Council building used to be back then; in unease, Levy sighed. For how long would she be safe locked inside that uncomfortable hideout? She wasn't sure anymore...
Heavier than stone, hours of that gloomy Sunday passed like breeze of freezing air, until the dark night submerged what remained of the Fiore Kingdom beneath the white fire of the sad moon; thoughts tormented by anxiety would not depart from Levy's mind, who had spent the whole day concerned about her own safety right after informing herself about the latest news rounding the area; "I wonder what could have been this time..." Lowly muttered the female to herself, inspecing the numerous and terrific hypothesis she had in mind about the apparent incident ocured, ending up shivering in terror at the worst possible cases; despite of danger, the scarred bluenette was however curious about the events that took place there; thoughts that stole another night of sleep to an already tired Levy McGarden.
Monday morning, 10:00AM; after a poor breakfast, – mainly consisted of a short glass of milk and a sad pair of broken biscuits – Levy McGarden finally managed to get some sleep. Three hours is what the script mage managed to rest; it wasn't much, but compared to the sleepless nights she had been spending over the past days, the scarred female finally managed to gather slight relief; she finally got to recharge some – needed – energy, after all. In order to terminate her tormenting thoughts, for the day, Levy had a different plan usual; instead of spending lonesome hours re-reading the high amount of books she still conserved, she was going to adventure herself into some kind of expedition; Levy McGarden was going to find out what happened around the ruined Magic Council building.
Pretty much like she always did before leaving, Levy inspected the outside through a small window of the reduced shelter she was in, proceeding then to take a step out when made sure no potential danger existed around. Once outside, she drove her gaze to the left and then right, witnessing the same dreadful look as usual; the area seemed safe, for the moment at least. Taking then heavy steps, the petite bluenette started heading towards her destination; despite of the proximity between one place and another, the script mage's way there seemed to take much longer than usual, possibly because of the sudden flood of insecurity that invaded her body in every step she took forwards; was she really taking the appropriate decision by approaching such area?
Frosting, cold, frigid; colder than ice, a soft breeze of air embraced Levy McGarden as soon as she arrived to the devastated construction; what used to be a large facade, seemed now like a trembling leaf, managing to only gain feeble hold. The main section, which seemed like the only one standing, possessed an entrance – partially blocked by what seemed debris – topped by a pyramid-shaped roof in bad state, leaving a trail of elongated and broken windows across the rest of the building.
"H-Hello...?" Lowly whispered the female as she made her way inside; "Anybody here...?" She lowly asked, obtaining however no answer. Rapidly driving her gaze around the place, Levy only managed to witness high amount rubble, papers and devastated shelves with missing books; "Looks like the only thing they did was get some stuff from here..." She sighed, relieved in a way; thievery had become something relatively normal lately and the only way to survive for some, considering the latest famines. However, as she examined the place, something managed to specially catch the script mage's attetion; stairs, that drove to an inferior level. It wasn't the fact that they conserved a stable state, – which was quite rare already – it was the fact that they were connected to an apparent open door what grabbed the scarred bluenette's thoughts; what if there was someone there, after all...?
"Hello...? Anybody here...?" Asked the now-shivering mage once again, right after taking the mysterious stairs and adventuring herself into what seemed a dark corridor; her voice echoed. From her pocket, she picked up a lighter she later used to illuminate the dim zone. What she witnessed then deeply accelerated her heart, and almost made the female scream in terror; a rotting corpse, behind what seemed some variety of metal bars; Levy had just apparently entered what the former prison used to be.
Light steps is what the female took, forwards; why was she venturing herself in such place? She didn't even know. With lighter in hand, as she advanced, the same pattern seemed to be repeated over an over; forgotten criminals who had suffered a despairing death ominously rested inside their cells, some even releasing awful stench. Right when the female was about to return, she felt a highly disturbing sensation; was she being... Observed?
"You..." Was softly heard; from where? Inside one of the cells. Levy rapidly turned to the voice that requested her attention, illuminating this way, in a feeble manner, the silhouette of what seemed another woman; scrawny, she seemed to have the odd yet characteristic appereance of an angel, with a large scar, however, drawn across her face; aside from that, the typical striped prisoner outfit she was wearing and long silvery hair, Levy didn't manage to identify much more due to the feeble light. In light shock after the sudden and impacting view, Levy found herself unable to respond; "Can you hear me...?" Asked once again the imprisoned woman in agonic state. Levy nodded, but right when she was going to answer, another voice interrupted her, pointing the script mage with a lantern.
"What are you doing here? Don't you know that this place is closed? You should get out. It could be dangerous." Suddenly exclaimed an old man, that apparently resided now around the area and had heard suspicious noises.
"I was just..." Responded the scarred bluenette, unable to to provide an explanation; "T-There is someone here..." She immediately informed then however, pointing at the cell where she witnessed the mysterious woman.
"Huh...?" Exclaimed the old man, scratching his head, heading towards the cell the script mage pointed at to illuminate it with the faint glow of his lantern; nothing at all, to Levy's shock. "There is no one here, young lady... You must have imagined it. Please, go home. Who knows what could happen here..."
Levy McGarden was in shock; what was what she just witnessed? Was she hallucinating? No. That woman was completely real; "A-Alright, I'm sorry..." Responded Levy then , giving a quick nod. Despite her curiousity, she opted to obey the old man's advice; the place could be dangerous, after all. With a nod, the scarred bluenette bid farewell to the elderly man, heading then straight back home, with doubts still however rounding her head; who was that woman?
End of Chpater 2
