2 Chapter 2: Blade Dancer 

She stood, alone, on top of the cliff. Bathed with the light of the moon, she stood still, almost indifferent from what she was witnessing. The troops of the Moniyans and the Dark Abyss, clashing once more. Time and time again had proven how unwise it was to assume the victor. At times, Light triumphs Darkness, and other times, the opposite. But what was the reason for all of this? For Power? Resource? Or simply... influence? The tides of battle can easily be turned when influence plays a role. More members on the army means more power... more pawns to be used in this surreal chess game. She eyed the whole landscape. She had finished her work here, but where to next..?

Hastily, she left the cliff. Her acrobatic skills proven as she seemed to fly through the air with grace and elegance that not even the Princess of the Swan Castle could compare to how she dances in the air, and even without a hint of care to the world, she landed down on the next highest point- an old oak tree. If she was correct in her assumption, this was one of the remaining forests that old guardians reside. Probably one of those Treants that she had heard so much of, though it seemed many of them dwindled down in numbers as they love to sleep, much like the Fortress Titans who were known to guard old castles.

The sounds of the war trumpet echoed throughout the vicinity. She has to act fast and stop this stupid war. All she wanted was a world without boundaries. A world where everyone could be free and without limits to hold them down… was that dream just beyond reach?

No, not unless she has something to do about it.

But before she could even reach the battlegrounds, the song of sword versus sword sang. She swerved her head towards where the sound came from; echolocation is such a great skill to learn if you are an Assassin.

Just beyond this war, was another… another foolish battle where people fought for what? Glory? Power? Amidst the chaos, steel fought against steel, magic thrown everywhere, arrows landed on their mark, yet... to what end? Are they not simply pawns of war? Are they not simply disposable troops? The grip on her weapons tightened. The main players of the battlefield were there, wide and open to any assault, especially if they were taken by surprise. That is the plan- sweep in when both sides become lost within the heat of the battle and take both of them by surprise. Of course, it would also mean that she has to side with the Moniyans. They were the innocent ones. Though subjective, they were her people- her kin.

Tigreal, she knew of his name, alone as he was, cannot command the entire army by himself. The Holy Knight surely needed help. The horse rider, too, seemed to not hold that much power over the mass of Daemons that even she was sure was not under his command. It would most likely be the work of the Twisted Necromancer at the back of the army, watching the whole spectacle with an equally twisted grin. Besides her, several of her dear comrades- Alice the Apocalypse Queen, Selena the Abyssal Witch, and even Balmond the Berserker, known for his savagery was there. Back to the Moniyans, they also had powerful generals... Alucard the Daemon Hunter, Natalia "Bright Claw", and an eccentric woman of sorts holding an equally eccentric contraption by her hand. Where had they got her? Where had she come from?

Nonetheless, they were all pawns. Disposable... replaceable... common... It was possible that they were treated like pieces of chess; that they were truly not of importance... This made her angry. A rage inside of her burned. Why could they not simply live their lives free!? Why go through all these... these wars!? Why were they treating this like a game, that you can simply send out pieces of one's army to fight and die!?

"War is not a game," she said furiously. She shot out her cable and leapt away from where stood. The ever amazing Flying Fanny dove through the air, free from restraints, and rushed towards the skirmish.

She landed down near the front lines, astounding many of the soldiers that were armed with simple but effective tools of war.

"The... Blade of Freedom?" Tigreal asked numbly. Many had seen her in combat, and rarely do the side where she chooses fail. In fact, she was also known to be a Trump Card.

"Yes, it is I," she replied. "I will help you in this war, but it doesn't mean that I like it. In fact, I am only doing this because it is only the right of the people to live freely." A spike on her voice was noticeable, which made the ones around her shudder in fright. After all, she was known to have a Heart of Gold, and to see Fanny noticeably angry was a sign that one crossed the line.

"In spite of that," the Daemon Hunter beside Tigreal began, "you will fight for our side, correct?"

"Affirmative."

"Well then, sound the horns of battle!" Tigreal commanded the army before he focused on the orange haired Assassin, paying no mind to the rushing soldiers that went straight to the Daemonic forces.

"What's your command?" She said, almost mechanically.

"Do whatever you think is right and help us win this war!"

She took a deep breath and gave the Warrior of Dawn one of her rare smiles.

With a twisted her body and a small jump, she shot her cables and flew towards the direction of the battle.

"For Victory!" She shouted as her blade swiped through her enemies.

And it was then that the Historians agreed, was one of the most gruel battles ever written and recorded...

The Conflict of Dawn