Nightmare Fantasy 2: A soldier's story

Chapter 6: Never abandoned.

Chaos looked at the empty forest town. Trees grew all over the abandoned buildings. She wondered what sort of trial would be here as she scanned her surroundings. Something caught her eye as she studied a strange white-haired girl. She was approaching with the most striking blue eyes she'd ever seen. Chaos felt flat in comparison to the girl's natural beauty. Such a slender, petit form, with the softest and shiniest hair flowing about her in a silky movement. Chaos felt at unease as she noticed a barcode tattooed on the girl's shoulder. This was some sort of science project feel to it, though Chaos hadn't an idea yet what this was about.

A message flitted onto her mobilecom, and she read it swiftly.

Today, you will partake in a death match in order to gain level four status. It will be kill or be killed with one of the most powerful Aneiyans that lived or a genetic copy of her DNA at least. You may be skilled with weapons and warfare, however lets see if you can adapt to fighting against the castings of a Divine Sanction power. Reality and physics be warned to change. She also has a strong desire to kill to win as well. I've been cloning these female creatures for centuries. Each year, I get satisfaction raising them and then running them through like I did the original on the year they turn twenty-three. Call it a fantastic anniversary to remember the fond memory I came to power. Two died recently by Elites already, and she may be next, but I promised if she killed you instead, I might spare her life from the upcoming ceremony. I have several copies to fall back on later. You, of all people, know death makes one desperate. Let's see if magic or might wins? -Nevar-

I wonder if this environment reminds you of younger days? I thought I would also get a little sentimental for your anniversary, too, Crest killer. -Nevar-

Chaos flinched reading the message. She hated Tribrinka and Nevar the most. If she had seen Nevar's cocky face, she'd know it was gloating. Instantly, she brushed all emotion away and concentrated swiftly. Nevar never realized she had, in fact, come face to face with a caster before. That navy haired boy opened her eyes long ago to be cautious. Suddenly, a building next to her crumbled toward her as she took cover.

Taking this seriously, she hid. Chaos knew she had brute force built in her muscles, but she couldn't power through to the girl. She'd be dead in an instant, her full grown trained body meant nothing. She reverted to that long ago time, it sickened her to recall that frantic escape, but stealth and surprise kept her alive against the great force. This girl looked to be seventeen, her eyes were dead and cold, Nevar had taken her spirit away from her. She had no joy or emotion, Chaos could commiserate with that pain, but was the creature beyond her help any longer? She knew abuse and trials, but within herself, Chaos never lost her true heart. Maybe it was Nokomis and the Great One watching over her, but despite all the turmoil in life, she cozied up to their presence in her mind. Even her promise to become an Elite with the younger Marix gave light to her path.

The Aneiyan scanned around frustrated as Chaos shifted into the muddy pond, deathly slow. Blending to her surroundings, hiding for a chance, it gave her time to contemplate her actions. That boy had blocked an ice bullet split second. This girl certainly could do the same. There was no option but complete surprise.

Watching an unnatural scene of destruction, the white woman slashed vehemently at every structure in the place, leveling all she could. Her power was immense as Chaos numbly watched the terrain terraformed to destruction. She wanted Chaos dead and fast.

Chaos contemplated whether she even wished to kill the poor soul, but a strange memory of the old man's message to follow the Great One and both her and Sky would be great influencers of the world shot to her mind. She tried pushing such an egotistical thought away. She was nothing and no importance. Even as an Elite, she wasn't important to the Empire nor anyone. Nevar only took pleasure in her suffering, that was for sure. Sky was elsewhere, Marix didn't acknowledge her either. Her family was dead. She had no one in the world for sure! That stupid hopeful thought popped in again as she wanted to smack herself hard. No one would care at all if she died! Giving up was so much more peaceful. She exhaled slowly as she simmered in the water. Great One help me, she thought to herself. Perhaps if He could hear her mind's thoughts, He might also be the one coaxing her to live as well right now.