Honestly I wasn't really planning on continuing this, nobody really read it. But I had someone give me a little boost to write more so here we go.
Third person POV
Another bright and busy day in Magnolia, and poor Levy was stuck cleaning. She had invited Lucy over last night to talk about her book, then Natsu and Happy showed up followed by Gray, Erza, and Gajeel. Things got a little too wild between Natsu and Gray, and of course with a fight brewing Gajeel wanted in. Erza and Happy were too busy riffling through Levy's drawers and closet to notice the commotion. Levy was just about to toss a pile of clothes that had been strewn across the floor back into her closet, when the glint of gold lettering caught her eye.
"Oh wow, ancient spells and magic. I forgot I had this one!" Levy exclaimed as she pulled the book from it's hiding place in the dark corner of her closet. The leather bound book was large and a little heavy but it felt good as she skimmed the pages. "I never got to finish it. Guess I'll just have to start over, oh darn." She stated the last sentence with so much sarcasm that she actually giggled to herself as she turned the book to the first page. At first she debated pulling out her wind-reader glasses but dismissed the thought. This book had waited for so long, it deserved to be read properly. After a few moments of reading she stared out the window in longing. "It's too nice outside today to sit in my room, but I really want to finish this book." Levy pondered her predicament for a moment until she came to a conclusion. "I know! I can sit outside the Kardia Cathedral and read!" She lept up and rushed out the door, a smile on her face and the book clutched in her hands.
As Levy made her way towards Kardia Cathedral, she couldn't take her mind off the book in her hands. Kardia Cathedral wasn't too far but Levy was growing impatient. "I can read and walk," She justified to herself. "It's not like I'm gonna get lost." Levy opened the book and instantly became engulfed in it's pages. When she looked up after what seemed like only a few minutes, Levy didn't recognize any of the buildings and she noticed that the sun had practically set. She put down her book and scratched her head. "Well, it looks like I did get lost." She admitted to herself, more then a little embarrassed. Levy continued to wander the streets until she heard the Cathedral bells ring out behind her, ten times it rang. Levy groaned in frustration. "I can't believe it's so late, or that I got so turned around that I walked in the opposite direction." She fumed aloud as she started back toward the Cathedral.
"Well look what we have here." A disgusting voice hissed from the shadows. Levy whirled around, steeling herself for what might come. Out stepped a looming figure, far more physically intimidating than poor Levy. He was tall, she would guess about six feet and had shoulders that were probably as wide as Gajeel's. He had glowing red eyes, crooked and yellowed teeth, and a mark across his face the shook Levy. It was the mark of a dark guild, the Death's Head Caucus guild. "Maybe you should let me help you find your way home, little fairy." He sneered as he crept closer and closer. With every step the man took forward, Levy took one backward trying to buy some time. After just a couple steps she felt three hands pull her sharply backward and a fourth held a cloth to her face. She hadn't even realized they were there, until it was too late. She detected a sweet aroma and held her breath, struggling to break free. The big man threw back his head and laughed. "There's no use in fighting it, little fairy." He stated victoriously. "You've gotta breathe sometime." He was right and Levy knew it. Her lungs were aching and her brain was screaming from the lack of oxygen. Silently she gave in and let the sweet smell invade her nostrils. She began to feel weak and a blackness began to descend upon her.
"Hey! Get your hands off her!" Levy heard the voice but her mind couldn't place it. The hands that were holding her threw her to the ground. As her vision faded she could just make out a familiar imposing figure, and as the last of her strength left her and her vision faded to black she managed to croak out his name.
