Reaper's War

Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams

A/N: Heyyy guys! I'm back and it's exactly one week since I posted the first chapter. You may find this chapter to be quite interesting. And for those of you who have tumblr, you'll have seen my sneak peak yesterday.
One last note before I let you all read the new chapter. Don't let the name of the chapter fool you.
Now without further ado, onto chapter 2: sweet dreams!

It was so dark. And cold. There was nothing in sight. Just an endless void of pitch black. She couldn't feel anything but the cold. Was she dead? No, she couldn't be. Memories of her life would've been flitting through her mind. There was none present so far. It was just the inky darkness surrounding her.
She tried to listen for any sort of noise. Nothing. Did she even have ears? Actually, did she even have a body? That question was soon answered when she brought what was thought to be a hand up to her face.
So, she didn't have a body. Arms, legs, ears, face, chest. Everything a body should have, she didn't have.

Now the question was, where in Remnant was she? Was she just, floating, in this strange cold void? Maybe she was actually dead and just waiting for the afterlife to claim her.
That still didn't seem right to her.

Suddenly, a light shone brilliantly in the darkness far away from where she was. Just as she was thinking to make her way towards it, the light expanded, swallowing everything in its path. Her included. So it was the afterlife she had been waiting for.

It was not to be.

She found herself in a field of green, blue, purple and red; facing a large, beautiful castle. She felt something between her toes and immediately looked down. Grass.
She eyed her feet and legs, taking in the paleness. She raised her hands and they were just as pale.
Next, she looked at what she was wearing. A simple blue gown flowed off of her body, down to her knees. There were no frills or frays on the dress, just a small amount of red lining the bottom. It was simple but perfect.

As she was admiring the lovely work of the dress, a figure passed through her.
She startled at the unexpected intrusion and fell onto her behind. She grumbled and picked herself back up, only to now see what was happening in the field.
Blood stained and marred the once beautiful landscape. Bodies lay lifeless amongst crimson flowers. The bodies of Grimm dissipating slowly, choking up the air she breathed in.
She realised that she was standing in a battlefield, watching the many soldiers and Grimm fight one another.

A soldier to her left caught her attention. He was swinging a large sword in a wide arc, making it sing its way into the head of Beowolf.
He turned to his next enemy and simply placed his hand on the beast's head.
It froze instantly. The crimson light from its eyes flickered before finally giving out. The black-furred monster fell and dissipated into nothingness.
The soldier paid no mind to the defeated beast and targeted another. This time, however, energy pulsed from his arms and into his sword. He swung the massive blade in the direction of a beast that was certainly too far away to cut.
The energy on the sword escaped the blade, heading straight towards the beast.
The monster fell an instant later. It was impressive to say the least.

Something of the soldier reminded the girl of someone. She couldn't think of who but the thought was there nonetheless.

The girl that watched the scene unfold became bored of watching the soldiers and Grimm, deciding to walk straight through the battlefield. It seemed she was invisible; no one was yelling at her or rushing to attack her.

As she stepped into the middle of the field, her position changed. She was now in a different place. A room. Quite a large room with the elegance and class that only the rich and powerful could gain.

It was simply furnished. A bed, bedside cabinet, a wardrobe, and a set of chest drawers. There were no decorations. It was bare and quite boring to look at.