It was white, as bright sun penetrates the linear skins, It was so bright, it was so calm, but I can’t feel anything, nor much, as my mind lingers outside the rights of the body I’m in, even if it’s bright, I can always feel in dark, I can feel the abyssal, I’m scared, where is everyone.

Where is mom?

I can’t feel it, but I’ve been torn apart, my veins feels stranges, all thoughts is mindless, all sense is gone, as I thought, I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming of that ledge, that man, why would he have a rifle, it was, a rifle, kalashnikov maybe. It looks like a russian style gun, I’ve played some games to know that, but they have too many models to remember, but his eyes. It was bright, way brighter than anything should be, did he make a glowing eyes implant, an edgy cosplay? I must have a very intense dream to understand all that details….

Or.

As the radio air, the man beside the door, in the hallways feels like a sort of hospital, medic bays in a forest.

“You did pretty well, did you come up with that story up, I never seen you try that before.”

As then, he reply, hastily

“That’s kinda true story, but It’s been too long to care, nor I need to..”

See you soon, strange girl, or not, let’s see where they want me to go again, I doubt I would be sent to see kids dying again. I wonder how she would even survive in this ‘Paradise’, maybe I’m too positive.

Waking up, the skin feels light, much lighter than once imagined, but my head hurts, it hurts so much, I never felt like I got hit too hard, did I land, no, a dream, couldn’t…

I need to wake up, I need to stand up.

I need to.

As the forest scenery goes the sky were dark as the only light were by the two moons on the skies, it was of both white dust, each of the have differ size as one bigger than other, but it’s more of perspective at plays, with the skies torn apart with crystalise stars, looking all around was that, start after start it filled the skies where it watches the planet, a different world, a different panels of interpretations. There, in the middle of nowhere, a person lays on the grass surrounded by forest, as the winds bloom apart, there it was, fully armed, with a rifle like weapons, armed with a kevlar, as though, it shine on the eyelid, where many colours bloom by the blood vessel, as much time, her eyes open.

She wears what seems to be a green digital like camouflage, jacket, rough boots that fits her needly, with what seems to be a sword beside her, leather bag on the side of the belts, as a small firearm holster on the side.

Looking around, the forest is what occurs, as the side of her a somewhat cleared grass field, as beside a road, on the edge of a hill with crude rock barriers to stop any unfortunate situations.

It’s a forest, and I’m wearing a camouflage, what, what is going on, what, was that dream, did I decide to camp. Somewhere, where, where the hell I’m I.

As she tried to stand, the headache bounced her balance apart, trying to firmly stand as her views moved all around. As she stood, there it was, looking above the skies, it was that, two moons looked above, the stars watching the newborn taring onto them. As she looked to the two moons, with her heart transense to a near stop, sinking to the bottom line, the pain struck her, as then, its pace was put to gears, looking in front of her, where more forest lies, a rough road was sighted, very near to her, the breathing slightly lowered as then.

All the crows of this world, all sitting on the trees looking at the skies, a sudden howling that spread across the near lands, startling the nears, as they flew to the skies in search of peace. It was loud, it was sudden, it was fear. The cries echo throughout, the newborn, searching for a beacon of light, a figure, of whom to carry, as then, it’s just that, nobody once more,

and ever before.

Her fist hits the dirt, of course as it splash of nothing, as her hand is more dirtier than ever, with the increasing tension rising, with the whimsical glowing flies move away from the surrounding hell, as her she hold her head in a almost foetal position, where the waves of thoughts, where mind was mushed by those thoughts, it flows like hurricanes as it strikes, causing every second a startle, waving of thunderstorm.

I, I have no word, is this really reality, of what sort, what is this, where the fuck I’m I, did I get drug, is this a trip? No, no that isn’t true, that moon, it glows so brightly.. Maybe, it’s one of those dreams, I need to get out, I need to get back, yes, I have a gun on the holster, maybe, I could get back, right. Right.

As she stands, she slowly hold on the right of her belt, with a gun holster, it was biggers than she thought, as she pull it on the holster, where it hold the handles, there it stand, a small firearms, It wasn't a much a small firearm, it’s model of witchery as it’s heavily customised, it resembles a kriss vectors, as it was extremely light and nimbles, as the magazine, it was permanently attach to it, as it glows bright within with the views windows not of bullet casings, but of blues liquid as it flows brightly, with remnants of whites sparks inside bubbles throughout as acids.

What is this kriss, it has multitude of mods, the magazine, it glows, this is, I need to find it safely, I’ve seen enough time on that game, I might, know this, is a little heavy, but it’s not too heavy..

With her tinkering, she finds the switch, there was a small drawing on one of the panels, as it read, S, Semi, and bitch mode. It was written by the manufacturer as it is engraved with the red outline as the other, with the same font with it..

As she pull the switch to the final mode, as she hold it tightly, unfolding the stocks, with it, she held on reveres, with the barrels aiming towards the skies as it hides behind the flesh that of hers, aiming under her necks, the barrel which has a suppressor on it, extremely cold by touch, with the awkwards position, there she stands, ready to fire. There it stands, man with machine, could they even coexist without destruction of one self, those thoughts, these thoughts, it brightens my mood to be thinking so often, more thinking and more improving is always the great, right.

I will push this, and I will wake up, yes I will.

I will.

I…

Lingerings between death, so lovely, right, how many times have you tried to do so? Two, three, how much could you even stand it. How much could I even stand it?

Thoughts mingled on as the silent wave, with steps coming forth, it was fast, the speed spreads on each steps, it sound weaved through the airs fluently, two people comings, wearing white robes with golden trimmed covering the white armour, with the coming closers the cry where it left off, with their mask of stoic, unmoving, as it’s cover by many ordnance.

I can hear the voice, it’s close, extremely, close, why on such time, we’ve just got into a vanquest, I wonder what on earth someone doing on these forest in a middle of a curfew, wolves are well know here, hopefully she is alright we taking another to the capital once more..

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As coming closer to the positions, both of them runs through, speed not of subnatural, but speed to three of the best runner of the history of mankind, running on the lightly dense forest, seeing the light from the moon shines on a small patch of clear grass, an individual stand there, with him seeing the light upfront, he come nears as then he wield the blade on his side, silvers with some ornaments around it, dungeon tool.

The air, it moves much faster, it moves, much. Wait.

As then, the airs move, looking beside her, two individual coming, with the trimmed gold bounce brightly to her eyes, not long before a sword was put on the throat of her from the opposite direction, where it blocks the muzzle on the guns, with the chaos nature of such occurrence, she press the trigger as she flinch the muzzle towards the roads skies, where the star watches, the firearm glows, with sudden circles comes from muzzle alchemical feels as it touch upon, blue lights with four layers of circles in between by different size, as the closer to the barrel was larger, with the smaller circle as the end the circle is bigger as the barrel one, with it turns around. With it collapse to a single line on the barrel with sudden light comes from the gun before the, it shoots to the skies, multiple speeding ball moving at speed of sounds, moving extremely fast on full auto, as the recoil cause the buttock to hit her stomach, before she release the trigger, as then she falls to the ground, covering her stomach, as it was punch by multitude of blows, with her bowling of cry by the injury, rifle beside her, closing her eyes of the pain.

She once more opened the eyes, there standing, two individuals, two identical masks, identical gear, different heights, the mask was closer to the history of king lepers.

With her breathing tightened, as the sword was holster beside them both, with it looking upon her. That green clothing, that is something I’ve never seen before, a foreigner? Who is she, a girl?

That, hurt, it hurt, what is going on, this, dream, this, this is not a dream, this. No, where, where did he put me, what are these people.. Why are they even looking at me with that gear? I don’t want to think, I don’t know what to think.

With her looking upon them, as her eyes foam to the spread, as the moons look onto her, with the eyes looking upon her, it was her new beginning.

With then she suddenly screams, it strikes them both, as one of them crouches to her heights, with it, the cry goes, with her whaling on, as then both of them pull the sword back to the holster.

As then one of the men speaks

“Ah, Treat her grave, what’s going on?!”

As grave was trying to get a hold of her

“What’s wrong?!You Are fined, you are safe, you're fined!”

Those words, they’re holding me, they’re trying to help me? What, this is really the help you wanted, old man? Even then, I can’t see, I don’t want to see, I don’t want to open my eyes, I want to forget, I want to leave. But even then, they’re here, people trying to help me, they speak I’ve never heard before, nor that I know of, strange dialect of nature, yet.

I can understand them, they're trying to tell me if I’m fine, they’re trying to help, just like him trying to help a lost soul of mine, hah, what a joke.

But they’re trying to help, I should just try to move at least, atleast, I’m not alone, with my thoughts. At Least there is someone whon comes to me, when I cry, hah, that would never happen. But maybe I should just try my best.

She open her eyes, the mask where put to the side, as they remove the mask, there a woman face on her trying to make communications, her eyes were of fiery golden with a orange tints hair oranges, as the man on the side, it was cold purples, as his hair was black, as both seems to be very young at aged, older than her, but young nonetheless.

As then, Grave whom look onto her eyes,

“Huh, nothing, her eyes don’t glow, do you have flow deficiency? What art did you follow? Any military background?”

As then the men beside her

“ We need to do checkups on her before those questions.”

As then, she pulls her hands from the robes,

as she hovers close to the girl's stomach, with it, she spells the words. This words,

I can barely understand what this is. A light glow by her hands, it was red to pink, as it glowed, the pains were soothing as the place was numbed a little and felt cold.

“There, there is a fine, does it hurt anywhere?”

As then the girl in camo, as she looked at the light intensely.

“Right, I’m fined, what, what is that light..”

With grave tilting her head a little, as then she remarks it with enthusiasm.

“Oh, that’s just rose flows, a sub archetype of the healing spells, I’m still learning, but I’m Magician First Class on the subject, what about you?”

With continued silence as her palms glow, starting to fade.

“ I, I don’t know, I just went from jumping off a high place, to… I”

Should I try to tell them, this is not dream, this is a new world, or so it seems, just like one of those fantasy land, I hate that type of show, it’s just too optimistic, but, this seems like real, this is real, and I can’t stop thinking about it, I’m going insane, I thought maybe I already am, which is true.

With grave replying,

“Well, what’s your name?”

As then she tries to stand up.

“Thanks, I'm Hina.”

With Hina, grabbing the rifle on the ground, as it still glows.

“Hina, well I’m Grave marina, he is gibraltar tybur. Call him york,”

With him slightly looking at the grave, suddenly looking away to the more interesting forest nature.

With Hina trying to close the safety of the final, which were engrave on informal basis, turning it to safety,

With Grave looking onto it.

“What is that weapon? It shoots like no tomorrow.”

As Hina lightly smile

“ Right, we call this a Kriss, vector, probably generation 2nd, call it kriss, or vector. But I truly don’t know how this weapon works as well.”

As graves stand up, they pull the mask back on, with the mask always showing the stoic face, as it never reveals who they truly feel.

“Anyways, you are interesting, we will need to wait for a carriage, let’s camp here yeah?”

Darn, I thought I was the one to say sorry that it’s a little late, but it seems like she has made a new friend. Oh how lovely, maybe I shoul’ve just kissed the one that we saved, I’ll show that next time to her, she will feel it. But not a man, right, my argument is stupid.

As Tybur silently signs.

“I’ll set up the fire then.”

As much, even then, the born of cry, on the start, in the middle of nowhere, even then, they cry for our help, they will always managed to get their feet up, get help and move forwards as what living things do, move forwards, until there’s nothing left to hold on to, nothing left to lose, and no will to succeed. As the star lingers, with the moon up in the skies, it watches the forest, as if it was calm, the new beginning is already on the minds of the stars, the newborn finally finds a new family. A new life. A new way.

As sitting outside, where the skies were bright, cigar in hand was put into question by him, who was sitting beside a barrier where the ledge led to a certain death as the laboratory was put on the side of a giant waterfall leading to a cave, where the water endlessly flows.

As he turns on the radios.

“ Oh yeah, what did they designate her as anyway?”

After a few seconds of silence, a reply was sent.

“ Oh right, class Charlie Jasper”

With seconds of silence

“Y’know, I don’t think it’s a good idea to sent kids like that, it’s pretty fucked up, might as well sent her to the russia wilderness, it’s no better really.”

With her replies

“This is a part of the witch's plan, we will see where they will lead her.”

With the silent airs passing by, no more questions were asked, as then he threw the cigar onto the caves.