Thunder and lightning, the sounds of a storm, a sign of normal fear or of bad things to come, was drowned out by the flashes of light and beautiful patterns of colors dancing in the sky, outshining the lightning by a long shot and causing explosions loud enough to drown out even thunder.
Yellow, pale yellow, yellowish-white, and white shapes zipped across the sky, the bullets in complex patterns, and opposite of them was a mass of blue, dark blue, and light blue bullets that sped to meet them. They mixed, most of the blue bullets getting destroyed by the yellow and white bullets.
More and more bullets appeared and fired at one another...or something. The white and yellow bullets far outnumbered the blue bullets. A few bullets were knocked off course and fell to the ground below. Blue stray bullets never hit the village since they were stopped short by a thin white light. However, the white and yellow bullets went right through the shield of light.
If onlookers looked close enough in this carnage, they could see the bullets aiming at two figures darting around at high speeds. One white, the other black and blue.
"Oops! Missed me!"
The white figure, a bright and pretty fit in the madness, belonged to a small girlish figure. In fact, she looked to be seven years old, if a little tall. She was grinning, having fun, and shooting out the mass of white and yellow bullets. The other figure, an older almost teenager-looking figure, wore a black jacket and had bright electric blue shirt hair and matching eyes. She frowned at the other girl's words, showing sharp teeth.
Upon seeing her smile, the white figure smiled even wider, showing her sharp teeth, all of her teeth were fangs. A shiver went up to her but it wasn't a cold feeling, it was a warm and exciting feeling. She was enjoying every second of this.
The white figure was suddenly hit by a barrage of blue bullets. Most were blocked by a white liquid-like shield which appeared just to block the blue bullets before disappearing again. The few that did make it through exploded. The blue girl opened her hand and a blue glowing sword appeared in it. She lunged forward and stabbed the smoke. Not to her surprise, her sword hit nothing. She felt someone tap her shoulder.
"You're slowing down even further, Bluey."
"And you're still as annoying as ever."
The blue girl swung her sword around her but the white girl had already bounced away, giggling with a cute voice that doesn't match the crazy look in her eyes. The blue girl lunged at her back. In an instant the blue blade was stopped, being held at bay by two claws on the white girl's hand. Each of her claws was a dazzling white and light yellowish color. Her eyes shined a lightish yellow color, like looking at the sun but something more at the same time. If any religious people saw it they would say they were looking at God's light. The truth was much harsher, unfortunately.
Still having her back turned to the struggling blue girl, the white girl smiled a smug smile.
"Didn't you say next time we meet would be the time you defeat me in a fight?"
The sword budged a little before the blue-haired girl shot forward, her sword free from the grasp of the white girl. But once again it missed and the other girl was nowhere in sight...until a stone tower of a nearby castle was ripped clean off.
It smashed into the blue hairs girl before she could even react. The tower broke apart at the impact, sending rumble below. Screams sounded but were cut off quickly afterward.
"You've seen better days Oswald."
"Yeah, I have."
Despite her confident response, Oswald was exhausted and barely keeping herself afloat. They had been going at this for a solid forty minutes and Sellvania wasn't the least bit tired. She seemed to have an endless amount of stamina.
Oswald, on the other hand, while being a tough worrier and known for her stamina can't compare to Sellvania. They had been enemies for a long time and this is how it went normally. Sellvania never takes most of her fights seriously; especially with Oswald. She always lets Oswald tire out first instead of getting serious. To her, Oswald isn't even considered a serious threat.
That doesn't mean that Oswald is weak. Most fear her in fact. She is considered the Stargazer's most dangerous enemy due to her strength. Yet Sellvania, a member of the Stargazers, doesn't even consider her an enemy, showing just how strong and careless she is.
"Teehee! Come on Bluey, you should have known that the Calamity Coins would be guarded by me. I mean, we kinda need them for our plan for taking over this continent so why wouldn't I guard it?"
Oswald raised an eyebrow at Sellvania's statement and how she manages to make it sound like a child not realizing what they are doing is wrong.
Which she is.
Oswald knew Sellvania well since they had been fighting for so long. If Sellvania was anything, she was a child with an overgrown body and an even more naive personality. She isn't just taking over the continent because she has a grudge but just because she thinks it to be a fun way to pass time. And if she was told to destroy a town she'll do it fast and efficiently, just not doing it subtly. Or in other words, she is a child who is very powerful and easy to trick.
There also is another better reason why Sellvania is helping take over the continent. It is for her town, the one below the fighting girls. Sellvania loves her town very much and it hasn't been doing well the past century. So in order to expand the town's territory, she is taking over the continent. For as dangerous as she is, she cares much for her own people.
"Well, I can't allow that to happen. What do you even plan to do with those? The prophecy is a bunch of static anyway."
Sellvania cocked her head and blinked once, her childish features making Oswald doubt her age for a moment. Then recognition flashed in her eyes.
"Aha! The prophecy about Rena! No, we don't believe in that. The Calamity Coins are really good at drawing in Esper power and can even use tiny amounts of the Calamity Esper. They also help with food."
"Wait really?"
"Yepo!"
Sellvania suddenly swirled around in the air and two glowing sparking light yellow scythes appeared in her hands, a light yellow chain attached to each scythe leading seemingly into Sellvania's dress. Sellvania put one up to her mouth and dragged it across her cheek slightly, a hissing sound followed suit as the energy scythe went across her tough skin, leaving a small cut behind which quickly healed.
"I'm gonna get serious a little now. Can't keep my friends waiting after all."
In a flash Sellvania was right in front of Oswald, her scythes catching her energy blade like a praying mantis, and did a front flip to get behind Oswald and kicked her in the back all in the span of half a second. Oswald turned and put her hand out in front of her, almost as if she was telling Sellvania to stop. The next moment sharp diamond-shaped blue bullets charged at Sellvania. With a twirl and a slash, Sellvania destroyed them all with her scythes. More kept on coming and Sellvania tossed her scythes in the air before destroying the incoming bullets with her razor-sharp claws and pointing at Oswald. Her scythes turned into lances and fired copies of itself at Oswald nonstop. Oswald barely put up a blue shield to stop the lances but after the second pair hit it was clear her shield wasn't strong enough.
Oswald suddenly ducked, looking like she was doing the limbo in the air. Claws slashed the space she was in before a finger pointed down at her. Sellvania smiled wide again, showing her sharp teeth, and a white bullet shot out of her finger and into Oswald, sending her a hundred feet downwards before catching herself. The next moment Oswald found herself under a barrage of countless white and light yellow to yellowish-white bullets, forming a criss-cross and diamond pattern mixing in beautifully. Dark blue bullets looking like flower petals fell from the sky just in the Nick of time to block the bullets from Sellvania.
Oswald felt herself drop slightly. She could fight no longer. Sellvania on the other hand was still fine, not even a drop of sweat on her face. Her cute smile did nothing to hide the fact that she was enjoying this. She could take her down at any moment but instead wanted to "play" with Oswald a bit more.
Now how to use that to my advantage?
Oswald knew she stood no chance against Sellvania when she first got here but for the sake of the continent, she had to try. So far Oswald has never seen anyone who can defeat Sellvania in her nine hundred years of living, and no one close to her endurance. If she ever became a Reaper she would be near impossible to beat.
In fact, Sellvania has another name that she doesn't know of. She's the seventh Harbinger, White Death. And just like all Harbingers, Sellvania causes mass death and/or destruction wherever she goes. Hence the form below.
Oswald had one shot at hurting Sellvania. She just needed speed and patience.
Sellvania giggled before lunging stnOseakd again. There! Oswald spun around and blocked with her energy sword. Sellvania appeared and struck with her scythes. Sellvania blinked, surprised that Oswald predicted her attack, before twirling around and attacking again and again all over Oswald. It was a blur of yellow and white and blue, Sellvania increasing her speed slowly each time Oswald blocks her attack.
Oswald felt a sudden pain in her right arm and cast a quick look. Sellvania's scythe had stabbed right through her arm. She turned and saw Sellvania teaching toward her face with her now free hand, her smile wide and white bullets forming around her free hand. Her plan was obvious; to slam her hand into her face backed by javelin-shaped bullets. Oswald knows since Sellvania used it on her a hundred or so years back. But Oswald had planned for this.
Oswald had switched her blade to her left hand and quickly swung it up. Sellvania's eyes widened and she darted to the left, dodging the strike, before staying to the right, grabbing the chain near the base of her scythe that was embedded into Oswald's arm. Oswald felt her right arm tug painfully to the left but thankfully it didn't tear anymore. Sellvania might be ridiculously strong but Oswald was strong and tough as well.
Oswald felt a pinch on her left arm as it was pinned to her side and she saw tiny toes holding her in place, the grip strength putting any bird of prey to shame. Not even a dragon could grip so hard. And this was just her feet gripping, not Sellvania's hands.
A shimmering and buzzing scythe went around her neck and Oswald felt Sellvania's breath as she leaned forward, perched like a monkey on her back.
"Nice trick but you should know that I can react to that."
Sellvania's scythe turned into a javelin in shape and Sellvania flipped it in the air and caught it and held it like a knife, raised above her head. Oswald chuckled.
"I knew that. After so long of fighting and talking, I know how perceptive you are. That was the trick."
Sellvania had already looked around the moment Oswald started talking and when she saw nothing turned and chuckled coyly at Oswald, though noticeably a little nervous.
Oswald closed her eyes. Sellvania perked up and turned around, swinging her free scythe in an attempt to block the blue bullets shooting at her from nowhere, and found it blocked by a blue shield. Unfazed, Sellvania swung her other scythe around only to realize that Oswald was holding onto the scythe in her arm and glaring defiantly at her with a winning smile.
Sellvania dropped her chain and instead chose to slash the bullets with her claws. She struck, but too late and she only got a couple on the top. The rest of the bullets, called shards due to their sharp and small diamond shape, slammed into Sellvania, hitting her back, neck, hand, and head. With a yelp, Sellvania's scythes and chains disappeared and she fell off Oswald.
Oswald followed her limp body. She knew she didn't defeat Sellvania. Not even close. But if she could injure her she could buy enough time for the others to finish their fight and come back her up and give herself time to catch her breath, heal, and prepare her next ta-
"Too bad."
Oswald felt a rush of pain on her left arm and noticed a large gaping purple gash. Poison. Oswald looked up and saw Sellvania a distance away, her eyes now a purple color instead of her unsettling yellow color, a scythe in her right hand with a purple edge. Oswald hadn't forgotten that Sellvania has more than two families of Espers but at the time it didn't seem important. And how did she move that fast!? There one moment and on the next gone.
"Poor poor Oswalderio. Didja really think the same move could work on me over and over again?"
Oswald flinched. How? She did use a move like this in almost every fight and it did work but how did she block it? She saw her get hit!
"Well YES, IT DID, AND THAT HURT!" Sellvania pouted, puffing out her cheeks in a child's outrage. She crossed her arms and chuckled before smiling again.
"But an attack like that won't harm me. Tis only stung. Anyway, wanna see an attack I have been working on? It's a real attack for once."
Before Oswald could reply, Sellvania pointed at the sky with her free hand. Countless white and mustard yellow bullets appeared and started swarming together until they formed large flowers. A few appeared below Oswald. A slight white and yellow circle appeared behind Sellvania and she glowed white slightly. A sign of a Pattern Attack.
Sellvania then pointed at Oswald and the flowers not below her turned sideways and started spinning faster and faster, looking like saw blades.
"PATTERN GATE; LILY SAWS! LILY MADNESS!"
The sound of saws filled the air and the flowers sped towards Oswald at high speed. Below her, the flowers started glowing and fired lasers above. Oswald dodged one of the lasers and a couple of the flower saws but another laser caught her. Oswald let out a yelp of pain and just managed to deflect a flower saw with her blade. Unfortunately, that was where her luck ended as the saws became faster and crashed into her before she could react. Oswald fell out of the sky, her body limp and bruised badly. She opened her eyes and made a shield below her before she fell any further. The molecules held as she crashed into it.
Oswald knew now she was fully beat. Blood was coming out of her mouth and nose and her body was bruised and the sound on her arm hadn't healed yet, meaning it would leave a scar later. She hasn't felt this much pain since she fought a Reaper who was in a very bad mood. Yet even the wounds he did were not as bad to her pride as Sellvania's. She won and the Stargazers' plan would come to fruition. All the fighting over the centuries and all the death and destruction had been for naught. All because of her. All because she had failed to fight Sellvania. She didn't even think that Sellvania would be there. Of course, she would be there! It was her town after all. And Sellvania loves her to-
Oswald had a sudden idea. A horrible idea but an idea nonetheless. Sellvania flew down to her and posed, smiling with her eyes closed like she usually does.
"I WON! And judging from your crestfallen expression I think we won the war! Damn was that easy. I can't wait to tell everyone down below how the final battle was won by me!"
A horrible plan that Oswald was sure to work and sure to ruin Sellvania. You see, Sellvania isn't a bad Zenkin. She and Oswald hung out a bit out of battle often enough to know that. And Sellvania cared about other villages and towns as well. Before going into battle over a village or town, Sellvania casts a shield over it to protect them from enemy attacks. It doesn't matter if it is her or her allies or even an enemy's. All attacks from her allies and enemies were blocked. Even in this town all of Oswald's stray attacks were blocked by the shield.
"Any last words before I capture ya?"
But if that is the case, then how come all the villages and towns were mostly if not destroyed? The shields do work. Everyone knows that. So why?
"Can you lower the shield?"
Sellvania stiffened and looked at Oswald suspiciously.
"Why? What are you planning to do?"
"Nothing. I promise. You know I'm honorable. Just open the shield and look at your town."
Sellvania felt a sudden chill and became uneasy. She didn't know why though. It was just her town. There is no way it was attacked and there is no way that Oswald would attack it. I know her…I think.
Either way, Sellvania did what Oswald asked and let down the shield. Oswald smiled, even though she felt terrible inside. You see, there was one funny and horrible thing about Sellvania's shield. It blocked all attacks…
"See! Nothing is wro-"
Sellvania's expression dropped to a horrified one. Her scythes dropped out of her hand and dangled in the air by its chain. Her limbs started trembling before she collapsed on a nearly invisible white platform she made. Her purple eyes went to a normal white color and she stopped glowing. Her scythes disappeared as well.
The funny thing about Sellvania's shield was that it blocked all attacks….but her own. She was the sole reason for the destroyed towns and villages that she fought over. And she had no idea. No one wanted to tell her the truth and risk incurring her or her own ally's wraith.
Her town below was no different. Though they were used to it that didn't mean there was no damage. In fact, it was completely decimated.
"Lily Saws you called them, right?"
Sellvania turned to look at Oswald. When Oswald saw her crestfallen face she nearly stopped the cruel smile on her face. But she held on. She must.
"What does that have to do with this?" Sellvania asked, her heartbeat and horror rising when she saw Oswald's cruel smile. Why was she smiling?
"You do know what you are, right? You're a Harbinger! A force of death and destruction. All the towns and villages you fought over were destroyed! Your attacks did this!"
"Wha-!? B-but I-"
"BUT WHAT!? Everyone was afraid of telling you the truth because they fear and hate you. They didn't want you killing them. You're no savor, you're a Harbinger. A monster everyone fears. You're no savor, Sellvania, you never were."
Sellvania lowered her gaze and hugged her knees before crying, something that she hadn't done for 895 years, and something that made Oswald instantly drop her smile and feel even worse.
Before she could decide on what to do next Sellvania stopped crying and slowly looked at Oswald. Her eyes were different. Oswald flinched at them. They were still white but they no longer had silver in them. Instead, they were pure white with a glow that wasn't holy, but of death itself.
"B-but Oswald. Y-you knew. You knew all along. You knew. You knew you knew!"
Oswald jumped high onto the air, her platform disappearing, and flew off from the now hysterical crying ruined girl below her. The little girl she had ruined. She tried to get the image of her crying and her new white eyes but couldn't. It wasn't until she was far away that she remembered her mission.
She flew back to the castle and landed on top of the largest tower, making sure to avoid Sellvania. When she saw the nice table the coins were on she faltered. Only the Blue Calamity Coin was there. The orange one was gone, an imprint of where it was showed that it was taken recently.
Oswald took it and flew where Sellvania was. She was gone, no trace of her. So was the Calamity Coin. Both gone without a trace, which means they were teleported. But how? Oswald only knows of one person who could pull off the job. One witch to be exact. Trenessa.
But isn't she being attacked right now?
This means either Darren failed and Trenessa won or something else happened. Well either way Oswald won. Without both Calamity Coins, they were useless. Though...at what cost had they won?
Oswald flew off back in the direction of her base. She wondered what happened to Sellvania and what she would do next. Hopefully, Oswald can find it in herself to confront her and apologize, even if it costs her her life. And she hopes that somewhere Sellvania can recover and wear the bright and dumb smile on her face.
….
The war didn't end. After a two-year rest, it carried on with even more veracity. Towns and villages revolted and many joked the Stargazers. The Stargazers thought that the Allens had Sellvania somewhere and Stargazers thought the Allens had Sellvania. Neither did. Both Sellvania and the Orange Calamity Coin disappeared without a trace. Eight years went by and the second God of Play, Aarason the God of The Black Box and Play, chose a new Reaper. Many believe it to be Sellvania, who was a priestess of Aarason and met his qualities for a Reaper, especially when no one has ever seen them. And finally, four thousand and eighty-two years passed….and neither Sellvania, the Calamity Coin, or Aarason's Realer have been seen….but that was going to change.
….
The battlefield was a destroyed small city. The cries of men dying were mostly drowned out by the sound of bullets and explosions and even the sound of artillery. No air support was present in this battle yet it seemed like there were eyes everywhere. Never a safe spot. Gorilla warfare. That was what was happening. I had trained just like the others for this and yet these rebels, the Arkdarians as they call themselves, were picking them off one by one and doing more harm than they were to them. So much for America's marines. Being picked off by terrorists with barely any training. No wonder the regular army wasn't here. They'd be massacred.
"Thomas! Over Here!"
Thomas, a big guy with blonde hair and green eyes finished firing his grenade launcher and rushed over, panting. I heard with satisfaction a scream be cut off as Thomas's grenades found their mark.
"We gotta get to the town square. Over there we can blindside the snipers!"
"Won't we get picked off!?"
"Yeah but that's a chance I'm willing to take!"
We had to yell to get our words through. That was how loud it was. The town square had an old fountain with a weird statue in the middle of it. The statue could best be described as a cross between an anchor and a snake. It was the one thing that wasn't damaged.
"Come on! We got a squad waiting!"
Thomas hesitated for a couple of seconds before nodding and standing up. We ran through an empty street, ducking when a spray of bullets found us and waiting for the person's attention to turn elsewhere or one of our guys to pick them off.
For common terrorists, these guys have advanced stuff. Guns I've never seen before. New artillery. They had to have had some other country backing them. Why is this not my question to ask? I was told to kill so I would. It was as simple as that.
We came up to a group of marines crouching down outside of town square.
"Guys! I got him!"
"Good! Now get your ass over here Mike!"
That was Sasha, the girl who swears a lot. The other four were Flin, Ben, Philips, and Earl, who despite his name is Australian. We met up with them and I noticed the fifth member, Peter, was dead. Shot through the head with a high caliber rifle by the looks of it.
I crouched down under cover besides Ben and Sasha and smiled at them, despite knowing the grim situation we were in.
"So, think that sniper is still there?"
"Unfortunately Mike. I tried to snipe him but he must be skilled since he shot my gun before I even saw him."
I frowned at Ben's words. Now we have ourselves a pro. Great. Our odds are just getting better and better.
Suddenly Earl's head exploded. We got down but not fast enough. Another bullet nicked my ear, a couple of inches away from killing me.
"How'd that sniper change positions!?" Thomas yelled, panic in his voice. All of us were panicking. This guy moved without us knowing? How!? Impossible!? Yet he'd done it.
Then the town square exploded in a white and orange light. It was so big and high in the air that everything stopped firing. When the white light stopped, smoke replaced it. I don't know how it happened but the rest of our soldiers came up behind us and so did the enemy. We aimed at each other when we realized but a flicker of movement caught our eye. Something white was moving inside the smoke.
The smoke settled down enough to clearly see a crater in the ground. An orange coin rolled out to my right. I and a terrorist reached for it when a small hand grabbed it in a flash and went back in the smoke. Again our guns trailed on the smoke. When it cleared I heard coughing. It sounded like a little girl. Sure enough there sitting in the middle of the crater was a girl…? teenager if anything...or maybe not. She was tall but her features were undeveloped. She wore a dazzling white and silver dress that would put any polished silver to shame. Even the luster of it would put a diamond to shame, and now that I am getting a better look at it, the outfit resembled a shrine outfit.
The girl had pale blonde hair, or should I say natural blonde hair, not yellow but not white, and four twintails, one on top of the other. She looked like she had been crying a lot but other than that she looked unreal, like an anime character or a cartoon character. She was beautiful in other words.
Then she opened her eyes. Everyone flinched. It was white. It was death. If all of the stories are true about seeing a white light when you die, this is what it would look like. A light coming to claim your soul, your life, your everything, and there was nothing you could do about it.
The girl looked around, her eyes studying each and every soldier and building and weapon with unmatched curiosity, even more so than a cat learning what they could play with. She then stood up. I was right, she was definitely tall, about 5.6, but she was definitely child-like in feature. Her features all made her look like she was nine years old.
"Ciou, Ara Dou homonian?"
Her words were dull and flat, emotionless yet somewhat curious. Her eyes showed that but any other emotion was just gone. Just curiosity or nothing. She had clearly gone through something. And what language was that? At first, it sounded Italian but I don't recognize the other words other than ara which means oh my in Japanese.
The girl waited for a response. When none came she looked at the sky, seemed puzzled about something while looking at the moon, before looking back down at us.
"Is that not what humans speak?" The girl asked herself, seeming somewhat perplexed.
"Um, y-you j-just spoke our language miss." A brave marine told her. The girl perked up and looked at the soldier, I think Henry, right in the eyes. Henry immediately pissed his pants and looked down, avoiding her gaze. The girl seemed amused at first but then disheartened and then crestfallen before returning to her curious and void expression with a shake of her head.
"You know what a Zenkin is judging by your reactions...but why does this place have one moon? And why does the air smell weird?"
"Who are you?"
The girl turned to look at what I assumed was the guy in charge of the terrorists. He was a big bulky black male with old features and a white beard and white mustache. He had a revolver aimed at the girl's head. The girl only gave the guy a glance before turning to look back at the moon. The leader cocked his gun.
"I asked who you are...no, What are you is the better question!"
The girl looked back at the leader before focusing on his gun and then back at the leader, clearly wanting to study the gun more but afraid that the old man would blow up if she ignored his question again.
"I thought you knew what I was and maybe even me. I guess not. I'm Sellvania, one of the Harbingers. You know, the ones that bring death and destruction and all that. I'm also a Zenkin, you know, one of the powerful races that your shrine maiden shelters you from because you guys are deathly afra-"
She was cut off by a loud bang. When nothing happened I looked back at the girl. She was studying a large bullet from a rifle that was caught between her two long sharp fingernails.
"Hey, you! You fired a rock at me ya know. Wait, a metal rock? Looks similar to what the Trekos use. Well anyway, it failed."
Silence. The girl was looking at what I assumed was the skilled sniper from early inside a burned building. Her eyes were clearly locked onto something, and the bullet was aimed from behind her aiming for the back of her head. She not only pinpointed the sniper's position but even caught the bullet without any of us seeing unharmed.
"Monster."
The girl locked on to the leader and then flashed a smile. Her mouth was full of sharp teeth, each one can only be described as fangs.
"Glad ya realized. Now is there a war going on here? And you,"
The girl locked onto my squadron before pointing at the building the sniper was at. In an instant the building exploded in a white burst and the next a middle-aged man wearing an orange and tan orange shirt was in front of us, being held up in the air by a glowing white javelin. It looked like it was made up of energy. It probably was. And the worst part, the girl didn't look at the building while doing this.
"do you want this man dead? I already checked and there were no other people inside that building."
A silence fell over us, only interrupted by the sniper begging for his life. This was different from killing in a battle. This was an execution. None of us wanted to kill a man in cold blood like this but that doesn't change the fact that this man killed Peter and Earl and probably many others. And Ben slowly nodded his head.
He probably didn't think that his action would do anything. It was subtle too. But the next instant the girl grabbed the sniper and held him with one hand above her head and disemboweled him in one clean motion.
"Kay!"
Blood sprayed all over the girl but she didn't mind. In fact, she relished it. When she spoke, her voice wasn't dull but rang with a childish tone. I felt like I heard the girl's real voice.
After a long minute, the sniper finally seemed to die. Once he did, Sellvania threw his body away into a building with no effort. Then all hell broke loose. Both sides started to open fire on each other and the girl, which the bullets either bounced off of crumpled or turned to dust.
"You know that is starting to hurt. I'll just clean up here and wait for you guys to calm down."
The clearing was filled with white light and when it cleared there laid a dozen dead bodies, burned to a crisp. The girl was now flying in the air now, a white light enveloping her body matching her eyes. A bright and dangerous smile was now on her face, showing all her sharp teeth. She was happy, no longer her dull and emotionless self. She was full of vigor, and the look of malice in her eyes could only hint at what she was planning wasn't good.
"Come find me, either side, if you need help. I'll be around, waiting and watching!"
And just like that, the girl disappeared in a flash of white, leaving us with those chilling words. I didn't know it at the time but I had a feeling that she would be a problem. The war ended on our front two years later, and of the one million and seventy-four casualties, one million of them were caused by Sellvania.