War.

The Coven

Females dressed in black could be seen walking about; due to their dress code, many would see them as an organization with a particular dress style.

They can't be more wrong; witches found a liking towards black, ever since the beginning of their recorded existence in Style.

And to date has remained an innate instinct in them, to wear black clothing; exempting only a few of them.

"How is everything going?" asked a female, dressed in a black short gown; she seemed to be pretty young, from her appearance and voice.

"Nothing is going well, that revelation has caused a lot of troubles," said another, dressed in a similar pattern; the only difference being the black leggings she wore.

"Understandable, got to work really hard to get by," said the first, fidgeting through the bag, in her hands.

"Any problem?" asked the second, looking at her companion strangely.

"Nothing, just searching for some stuff" she replied, taking out what seemed to be a key, from her bag.

"Guess you are really troubled, looking for a key with so much vigor," said the second, smiling.

"Come on Aella, don't tease me," said the first, smiling sheepishly.

"*hmmph* you haven't changed at all, still the little shy girl," said Aella, harrumphing.

"Won't talk to you again, you are so unfair" said the first, pouting.

"You look so cute Cecelia, always knew you would be a beautiful girl," said Aella, touching Cecelia's cheek.

"Still doing it," said Cecelia, glaring at Aella; though in a joking way.

The witches acted more like a family; though they were known for their greed for knowledge and resources, they still had an overall friendly environment.

At least that was what they showed to the public, if you can't read minds, then you can't tell the other thought.

Hanging out for some minutes, Cecilia left the joint; leaving Aella behind, not like she mined after all she was the one who insisted that Cecelia should leave without her.

Snapping her fingers; a giant portal opened up, with a bluish color to it.

Stepping in; Aella arrived in an unknown location, with the only source of light being a candle, which seemed to be at its end.

"My lady," she said, placing one kneel on the ground.

"How is she," asked the figure; seated on a giant throne, where the little lightning of the room seemed to avoid.

"Good, I don't see any signs of it manifesting.

I believe we made the wrong judgment" said Aella, in an attempt to prove a point.

"Really, are you growing soft" asked the figure; looking down out her, with her eyes lighting up briefly.

"No," said Aella, not daring to say another word of doubt, she knew the person in front of her wouldn't consider her point of view.

'No need telling a blind individual, to see a thing' she thought, bowing down her head in submission.

"Keep watching her, wouldn't want some fickle revelation to destroy our home, right," said the individual, her eyes completely taking a blue color.

"No Your highness; Queen Natassia," said Aella, raising her head to look at the queen of witches; Natassia Albedo.

HUNS

In a wide area; people could be seen walking around, carrying wood and other heavy loads.

They had huge bodies, which looked to be structured for hard labor; with well-defined muscles.

The homes around that vicinity; looked lacking compared to that of the other organizations in the world of style.

Many of them, look to have been built with mud, and other low leveled building materials.

"Hurry up; we have to get this today" yelled a male, ordering the others to move faster.

They seemed to be working on a project; with them increasing their pace, after hearing his voice.

"Why rush things," asked a female, standing close to the male.

"Have you forgotten the revelation just now?" asked the male, glaring intensively at the female.

He was doing all this to prepare for the near future, and here she was saying her usual rubbish.

"You don't have to eat me up, so you can make a point!" said the female; not wanting to lose in the war of hot-blooded.

'Very childish, *haa* what have I gotten myself into' thought the male, looking at the female.

"You don't have to get angry Martina; just kidding, as always," he said, trying to calm her down.

"Your trick won't work on me bastard" she yelled, using her hands to hit him.

With the people around looking at them briefly; they went back to their business, acting like it was a normal sight.

The individuals in this area were scantly dressed; only wearing skirt-like clothing on their waste for the males.

The females; wore similar skirts as the men, with clothing wrapped around their chest region.

They seemed to be locals of some unknown village, but no they aren't.

This is known as the Barbarian tribe of Huns.

It's located in the western continent of style; being one of the major powers, directly under the witch queen.

Being a huge power in style; though not at the level of the four most powerful individuals, they still had some influence in the continent.

"Chief" came a voice from the other side, rushing toward the man controlling the crowd.

"Good day, my lady," said the newcomer, bowing down to Martina.

"Guess I'm losing a lot of things to you," said the chief; looking at Martina, with a small smile on his face.

"You bastard" held Martina, taking a mace out of thin air, aiming it directly at the chief.

Dodging it he shifted toward the other side, smiling like a little kid playing catch.

*Ahem* hearing the sound of someone clearing his throat; they both turned, looking at the man weirdly.

"*Ahem* sorry," said the chief clearing his throat, he always forgot about his surroundings.

Barbarians can be seen as a coexisting race; though they were similar to humans in a sense, their culture and ethics differ a lot.

They usually go for whatever they needed using challenges, using the rule of the jungle; survival of the fittest.

That those not mean they always kill each other; just that the strongest become the head of the tribe, making the decisions that concern it.

"No need chief, your order is supreme," said the man, bowing down to the chief.

"So what's the matter," asked the chief, ready for the information he brought for him.

"The other Barbarian clans are causing trouble chief," said the man in a solemn tone.

"How?" asked the chief, unsure of the problem at hand; he looked Pretty surprised by their sudden information.

"It seems the Burgundians are planning to rebel," said the man, increasing his voice a little.

*Gasp* throughout the crowd, gasp could be heard; with all the individuals working and passing by, stopping to look in the chief's direction.

The Burgundians; are known to be just below the Huns, increasing in power every day.

The Huns, as a community was wary of them; but due to their ethics, they didn't try to stop them from growing.

"What do they have to do in this" asked the chief, with his face taking a solemn look.

"They plan on taking over the whole Barbarian's land, through negotiations or by force," said the man, this time keeping his voice high so all could hear him.

"I told you; they couldn't be trusted, with just a little power they have gone off the trail," said Martina; looking at the chief, with a mocking expression.

"Prepare; will not shy away," said the chief, in a loud enough voice for the surrounding people to hear.

*Yeahhhhhhhhhh* shouted the Barbarians in unison, letting out a battle cry.

Preparing for a war, one that will change the course of their history.