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'Eh.... Uhm...... No, that... I didn't do that right?'

I mused and looked at the the two worn and torn bodies.

Both were undoubtly female, with delicate features if not for all the dirt, ash and blood splattered over them. They were surely beautiful women before their life went downhill.

The first thing I noticed, the first difference between the two, was the lack of life in one while the other was just badly injured. It made me wonder what caused the damage, not really since I could just look it up if I wanted to but for fairness sake I would keep my time and space warping abilities to a minimum for now.

What I needed to do to get the information I wanted without 'cheating' was to reincarnate and heal those two. Reincarnation was not that hard, you just had to restore the body, the vessel, and then collect the wandering soul from the nether and stuff it back inside. To avoid trauma it would be for the best to wipe the memories of their death clean or else they might just lose it then and there.

There was no fancy ritual, no special hand movements, no alit sigils and runes covering my skin, nothing at all. It was a simple *snap* and her body returned to normal as if everything that had transpired was all just a lie. As quick as the body was restored the soul hurriedly came back as well with a bit of my support and guidance.

From an outsider's point of view a miracle just took place. The bloody cavity on the woman's chest disappeared without a trace, her palid complexion turned hale with a tinge of pink as the first breath of air filled her newly constructed lungs. Her eyelids fluttered though exhaustion and fatigue kept them shut, carefully I moved both sisters away from the battlefield, one with yet to be tended wounds.

I avoided the encampements of humans and demons alike and settled for a place far away of all the fighting and dying, a secluded forest hundreds of miles apart. For others it might take a while but for me the distance was crossed in a single step.

With outmost grace I placed both women down on the damp and deciduous moss. The ever green canopy openned up for the slightest slivers of sunlight to pass through undisturbed, illuminating the glade in a warm light.

Another *snap* later and then second woman was freed from her injuries. The burnmarks, the serrated scars, but not her memories, her thoughts as she killed her sister and regretted what she had done; a lesson better not to be forgotten. -Of course to do that I allowed myself a quick peek at her memories.-

I needed a rough summary of the situation, but for now I let them sleep. Their bodies might have been restored but the mental fatigue still remains, the sadness, the pain, the sorrow, those emotions stemmed from their hearts, I couldn't simply erase them.

With nothing better to do I raised a small hut from the ground, made purely from nature it had a herbal and slightly earthen scent to it. The ground bemoaned as part of it was torn to the surface, I would make sure to restore the land once I am gone. 

To accomodate my two temporary companions I created soft beds from the finest materials that were at my infinite and versatile disposal. They would have tons of questions but those had to be answered at another day.

I lumbered out of the strait hut, making my way towards a small stream crossing through the forest. 

The crystaline brooklet gargled and dabbled, tiny fish swam through the clear water, diving through small turbulences created by stout stones. At my beck the stream shot upwards, defying gravity and its natural flow. I leaned onto my cane and sipped from the cold spring water that domed up.

It was anew and refreshing feeling to actually taste, to feel, something that was not created by my will but has already existed before. The feeling invigorated me not with strength but with a content warmth.

I stocked up on wild berries growing at raspy and maybe even poisonous brushes. I let one of those dark purple fruits pop in my mouth, savour the sweetness and delicate tang of acerbity. With gusto I let the juices flow down my throat and exhasperated by the experience I followed it up with a few more. The texture, the taste, the smell, it all formed an inexplicable sensation that I had never experienced prior to this date.

Weaved flesh moved behind me whilst I enjoyed the assortment of sour to spicy berries.

The wind coiled around me, the air turned cold as whatever that observed me got to close for comfort. It was a large hirsute animal, sprinting forward with jagged fangs and obsidian claws. Its dark brown fur swayed with the momentum, standing up as the beast came to a tumbling stop.

All it needed for this ebast to die was a mere thought of mine and as it got closer it realised this terrifying fact. I do not exude bloodlust, I do not excrete any kind of tangible or intangible sense of impending doom. It was more of a command saying: 'Stop.', nothing more and nothing less. Any creature that is not inebriated on its own arrogance or strength would sense and obey to this simple order.

I smiled softly, the bear wheezed in response. A life of struggle and perpetually being on edge honed its instincts but made it also leery to any and every approach. But in my case it was somewhat different.

As I approached the at least 18 feet tall predator it flinched but remained otherwise unmoving, its hazel coloured eyes kept warry and cautious from me.

My hand reached out for the beast, evoking a bitter and defeated growl in response. It was truly affraid of the simple man that I was.

I scratched its sloppy snout, caressed its soft neck fur and gave it a pat on the side. I didn't want to kill this creature, I would never want to. Although it would reincarnate through me into another life I would not rip it away from this one here, not yet, not now.

Relieved the bear was freed from its paralysis, it gave a quick glance back before it howled into the forest. Two high pitched squeals answered back and from the brushes I was picking the berries from two young cubs crouched to their mother. I wasn't on alert -why should I?- so the two innocent younglings went completely lost on me.

As if thanking me for my mercy the bear mother bowed its head down before it urged its children to leave for another spot to eat and drink.

Now it was time for me to leave as well but before I had to collect some of the fresh water.

And so, in one hand a basket made from culms filled with berries and herbage and in the other a small bucket filled to the brim with water, I made my way back to the single hut.

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There was no need for a door or a spell to keep it safe, the mere whiff of my aura would make any creature stay away from our humble abode.

I walked inside and placed the snacks and water on a table I created right then and there, the two knights were sound asleep in their beds. I wondered if I should strip them off their burned armor or just let them sleep like that; as they did not wake up from any pain or discomfort I let the be as they were.

A chair was summoned in which I promptly slumped into. I created three small cups, filled them with water, spread a few leaves and herbs into them and let them heat up. The tea was ready to be served in just a few minutes. Leisurely I took a nip from the hot drink, let the taste settle on my tongue before I gulped it down. I sighed and leaned back into my self-made chair.

Neither mind nor body were fatigued but with nothing else to do other than staring at the ceiling I too embraced sleep, an endeavor harder than I had ever imagined but with some tenacity and willpower I took my godly body into the scape of dreams.

Elena's POV:

Darkness, pain, a numbing cold.

My first impressions of the afterlife were rather scary.

An all-encompassing darkness surrounded me, weighed down on my frail body, crushing me the longer I stayed in this realm. I felt pain cursing through my veins, crawling and clawing through my flesh with rapacity. The pain was hot, a searing inferno of crimson spreading through my chest, but my body, my mind, were assaulted by gelid coldness.

But the cold was not a simple feeling of numbness, of arctic gales whipping at my skin, it was more so betrayal, a feeling of loss and emotional numbness.

It was a cold that pained me greater than any curse, any sword, any spell could ever hope to achieve. It was a pain that made my eyes tear up, my lips quiver and my throat howl until I couldn't move no more.

It was a crips clear testament of what my sister had done to me. She betrayed me, she sided with the lunatics that wanted naught but slaughter. Laughable! Utterly disgusting! She called them family but couldn't perceive the darkness all of them hid, even she.

They wanted the bloodshed, the carnage and ecstasy of domination. They were deaf to the pleas of the dying demons and humans alike, those which they marked as 'heretics', they didn't care at all! Only I, only I saw the truth. That all mattered, that we were all equals and that this realisation was needed, direly, to achieve peace.

And now, after being betrayed by my sister, I lingered as a damned ghost of the past inside of pure oblivion. I wondered how long the pain will last, when it will subside and when I can find my own 'peace' and before I knew it light wraped itself around me, pulled me into a swirling spiral of dazzling light.

Coldness was exchanged by warmth, a warmth that soothed my temper, the pain and sadness, and instead of pain I felt... secure, comfortable... relaxed.

My eyelids, as if I spent a whole fortnight awake, were to heavy to open up so I kept them shut and let -what I could tell- sleep take over me.

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I couldn't tell the time but when I woke up, from the ludicrously smooth bed, all the fatigue and exhaustion I had bottled up were gone, vanished and replaced by... a certain feeling of loss. I could clearly remember what happened on the battlefield, those that I killed and my sister, how she approached me with clear determination in her eyes. From then on my memory went blank.

'That's right!', I exclaimed and bolted up from beneath the covers. The war! I had to put an end to this folly!

Renewed in my resolve I stood up on wobbly legs, literally jumped from the bed and onto the rough parquet. The wooden planks groaned under the strain of a human in whole-body armor.

Before continuing in my steps I halted, and began thinking, thinking hard.

'Where the hell am I?', I asked myself an turned around, peered into any corner of the otherwise simple hut. My gaze wandered through the room, seperated by a wall into two halves. From behind the wall I heard faint snoring, peaceful as this whole arrangement but what really gripped my attention was the second bed right next to mine.

I was dreaming, I was surely just dreaming. Reality was allowing itself a little jest with my sanity, right?

Drooling and a bed full of auburn hair my sister laid spread out on the bed. Her face convulsed from time to time into a mask of sheer abhorrence and regret before it regained its calmness.

I couldn't hate her, I never could. Not the person that cared for me for the past 20 or so years. Yes, I couldn't agree with her frenetic fanatism but I still loved her. And... and I thought I killed her, that I murdered her for my own greedy desire for peace.

Spellbound I just stood there, watched my elder sister sleep. The tears ran down uncontrollably, my legs tensed, my hands cramped and before I knew it I pounced head first into a back-breaking hug. My emotions laid bare I shouted from the top of my lungs. "ERIKAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"AHHH! WH-WHAT?! Attack?! Where?"

My dear sister screamed in confusion while I dug my face deep into her plated chest. I didn't care about the discomfort nor the pain of metal against flesh, I just wanted to stay close to her at this fateful moment.

I sniffled and sobbed, the snot and drivel spread onto the stout chestpiece. My sister flailed with her arms but soon enough regained her calm and a warm hand was placed on my head, caressing my long hair lovingly.

"Elena? E-Ele- ELENA?!", her hand stopped, she screamed and returned the hug, nearly breaking my spine in the process. "I-I thought I had k-k-killed you... Uwaaaaahhhh!", she cried, and I cried, we both cried to our heart's content.

She rambled in her soft voice about me being dead and altough her words didn't make sense I listened to her and embraced her and enjoyed her warmth, as did she.

"I see, you both are doing well.", a soft chuckled resounded from behind.

I tilted my head, tried to writhe it backwards in an attempt to not let myself be strangled and find the source of the voice.

"It's you.", my dear sister gasped and the hug softened, enough so that I could turn around.

From behind the wall a lean man came forth. Grey robes were slovenly thrown over the undoubtly masculine body, a hand gripped onto a long wooden cane on which the man supported himself. My eyes followed the natural flow upwards where I found a chisled face with stubbly chin, high cheekbones and two mesmerizing eyes of otherworldly nature. They were less eyes than gateways to another dimensions.

"My name is Nilen.", he bowed and his expression turned solemn, "Nice to meet you two.", before it changed into another laid-back smile.

'Who the hell is this man?', was my first thought.