Fairy Tail: Black Blood [Book 2/2]

Chapter Thirty-Five: Stone Walls

     [A/N]: Hello, it's Bookworm here, and lemme just say that allergy season this year is HITTING US LIKE A TRAIN. And by us I mean my family :3. But seriously, I'm sick asf and I think I may or may not have a cold, but that's not important now. I want you guys to tell me your opinion on this story, any and all criticism is fine by me and even some hate. I like comments. I am aware that in the beginning of this story profanity was used an awful lot so I'll be fixing that when the time comes for the end. If I were to measure I'd say we're about a third of the way into the story. It all depends on plot progress. Anyways, please enjoy and don't forget to COMMENT! I like comments :3)))

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     Levy

     So, let's just see if I have the schedule for this year plotted out right:

     The first day was supposed to be composed of one on one brawls between the guilds with new time limits to have the entire crowd learn a thing or two about the contestants.

     The second day was formulated out of mind and agility tests as well as team brawls, such as the Blue Pegasus and Sabertooth duo duel.

      And today, the third and last day of the Grand Magic Games, is supposed to be the guild against guild fights within the city. This year, however, it has been voted that which ever team makes it to Cardia Cathedral first gets the entire team to fight against Malala for a twenty point prize. Of course everyone wanted it for three reasons: One, they liked Malala; Two, they want their guild to win; Or three, they just want to bet. Now if I had a say in any of this I would have said it should be done the way it was years past, for whichever guild is left standing wins. They are hyping Malala up too much, even if she used to be a part of the supposed Spriggan Twelve. Everyone has their weaknesses, and them putting Malala on a pedestal even though she participated in only three events was destined for failure if she met someone who was compatible that she hasn't fought against yet.

     Someone like me.

     I had a full blown panic attack when Master told everyone that I myself would challenge Malala as a representative from Fairy Tail. If I made it there first I would be all alone against a terrifying beast that has completely massacred everyone she has faced so far. I wasn't there for the third event, and from what I could gather from Gray and the rumors, Malala was chosen to go against Jakoon from Serpent Claw in a new event; Survivalist. The match would last thirty minutes, the first twenty dedicated to them fighting through the local monster infested forest to the designated temple and the last ten minutes for them to fight one on one with magic sealing bracelets on. Malala had a bit more of a challenge fighting the wily desert dragon slayer without her paper but she managed to do it with minimal damaged whereas Jakoon left with his arm in a sling. He had said her blows weren't quite as devastating as before, but he made it clear that the woman was dangerous either way.

     I nearly crapped my pants when I heard that.

     So, what was their solution?

     Making me go through grievous work out sessions all night. Erza made me to physical work outs, mental as well as reflexive. It turns out I had pretty good reflexes and an impressively quick mind when it came to tactics during a fight, but with my overall power, whether it be magical or physical, I was doomed to fail.

     I sat in my room in the hotel, neatly wrapping up my bruises and cuts with bandages from the "sparring session" with Erza. I placed my hands on the counter and stared into my reflection intensely, my blue hair was a wild mane around my head and my hazel eyes looked tired and lost. My arms were flimsy and my thighs and lower body held no muscle at all. I became almost certain that I was going to die. I didn't know how know I stood there, staring at my reflection with a heart broken look in my eyes, but soon the water works turned on and I had no choice but to let my tears run. I collapsed to my knees and tried stifling my mouth with my hands, barely muffling my sobs of desperation. Those people Malala fought were Natsu-level strong or strong enough, but I was definitely weaker than any of the other competitors, therefor I would be more likely to die. But it wasn't just me. Gajeel would too. And that just made me cry harder.