-**20 years ago, just 1 year before the Great War**-

“In the beginning, the God of all Creation Eiocha created the world. He chose the most brilliant, dazzling star and called it ‘Isrant'. A beautiful name for a beautiful creation. On the first day of creation, The God started to gather the light and the dark and name them morning and night...”

A girl with pink pigtails yawned at the corner of the class while listening to the old mentor. He has been retelling the same story over and over these past days. Her mind trailed off as the sound of Maemith summer bugs softly entered her ears, it’s the start of summer and the warm weather made her sleepy somehow.

“…On the fourth day of creation, the God Eiocha decided to create humans, one of his creations among all other races he has created. Builderat race who have a giant figure and power, the tallest and most muscular compared to other races, brash, but loyal and kind-hearted; reigned on the land of Hanabea. Nisse race has a beautiful elfish look, with their pointy ears, soft tan skin tone, quiet, polite and very intelligent; they reigned the secluded island of Niji. Then there’s Beastia race, born half humanoid half animals, their appearance is more colorful and that counts to their character, who tend to be similar to their animal affinity. They live on the land of Birdland…,” Professor Conroy soothing voice went like waves to her ears as her eyes started to go heavier.

“Calling upon the power of his Celestial World Key, he then brought forth his two younger twin sisters, Aine the goddess of Light, Love, and Life, and Calliea the goddess of Darkness, Death, and Destruction. He then split his key into two and entrusted each of the twins with one, within them, there's power to keep the world balance itself, ” the old man continued.

“Sir... the war is coming isn’t it?” Suddenly from the other corner of the room, a voice cut off the old mentor, it woke the girl out of her mentor lullabies. Conroy cleared his throat, taking his time on answering the very question that has been hanging in everyone’s mind lately. They could feel the tension that has been rising these past months.

“Conroy sensei, if the war really coming, what should we do?” another worried student voice came breaking the quiet hum of woes.

“Everyone, please calm down, no need to worry, “ Conroy smiled wisely, “our Goddesses are doing their best in keeping the world balance. We need to put our trust in them.”

“Don't you think the atmosphere between them has been strangely tense lately?” A sarcastic voice came from a boy in the center of the class. The pink pigtailed hair girl shoots her gaze toward the source of the voice. A small boy, fair skinned, brown short haired with glasses hiding half of his seemed stoic face; He sat a little bit uncomfortable under the gaze of everyone in the class.

“We all know how the Goddesses been lately. So, my question is.... what will happen if they finally at each other throat, “ he continued, “we all need to be ready for the worst, don’t you think so, sir?”

Conroy took a deep breath in, he knew the truth in the boy’s words. It is known to many on how bad was the relationship between the two Goddesses these past years.

“Well ..., “ He started, but a rang of bell showed that the class was over stopped him, “let’s continue this discussion at our next meeting shall we?”

The class dispersed quick leaving the brown haired boy with the pink pig-tailed girl, both sitting on their own chair; staring blankly at the far future that they were unsure would be as cheerful as the sun shining outside their class.

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Sweat dripped to her eyes, it stung like tiny vipers mixed with all the gore of sprayed blood on her face; the blood that wasn’t hers. Panting, shaking, she swiped the area with her cautious eyes; making sure no one would jump on her. Just a year ago she was sitting in a class, studying the history of the creation. Not long ago she held a book and practicing her brawler skill unto a wooden doll. But now, she stood on a battlefield wielding her Katar against real men, she killed for survival. It’s to kill or to be killed; survival to the fittest. She rubbed roughly the blood that dripped from her open wound on her left temple. Her pink pigtails messed up, some tangled with blood; the blood of those she had killed; it started to dry out.

The whirlwind of disorder and violence, blurred of colors and vicious motion which was all around her before; the stench of blood, iron and smoke filled the air of place, the cries of men, the thunder of steel striking steel, the chanting of magic , the sound of flying arrows and daggers slicing the air; has slowly subsided. It seemed her side of troops won today’s battle. She blinked quickly to ease the piercing sting on her eyes,

“Is it over?” she mumbled unsure to break her battling stance.

“For now maybe,” a silvery voice barged to her ears from behind; jolted her. She quickly turned and tried to land a spinning heel kick at the young man.

“Woahh! I am not an enemy here! Calm down!” He quickly dodged.

“How would I know you are not the enemy!” She flung forward while delivering Supreme Strike toward the man vitals point, but again he deflected every attack she made easily and without even breaking a sweat he hit her with Palm Shove. She toppled down; stunned for a few seconds.

“STAY DOWN!” the man warning her, “I don’t want to kill you.”

Shaking and still petrified by the attack, she looked at the man; to be mesmerized by his look. Despite the messy golden hair and the bloodstained war outfit he wore, he was a really good looking man. His build was obviously shown he wasn’t just a commoner that just got sent to the war because they need some number of pawns to fight the battle; like her.

“Why don’t you?!” she barked.

“Nice! I like that spirit! What’s your name little one?”

“Why in the world you need to know my name, kill me already!”

“I told you already I am not the enemy, don’t you recognize my crest?” He came closer and showed her the crest, they were from the same kingdom. The girl felt a rush of blood went straight to her face; ashamed.

The man chuckled, “now your face is as pink as your hair, how cute. Don’t you recognize your king?”

The girl gasped, she had heard that their new king was young, but never in her mind she would have guessed that he would be not much older than her. Jace Ursa succeeding the seat as the fifth king of the Ursa kingdom, after a fierce competition against his older brothers. He was a famous strategist master that managed to win many battles. Besides his amazing war skill, he also has known to be a king that gain a lot of respect from other kingdoms. His wide connection and skill to win people hearts followed by his undoubtedly suave look making him the most perfect man that wanted and adored by people of all ages and gender. Staggering, she quickly positions herself in a curtsy manner.

“Forgive me my liege, I am just a humble commoner, please forgive my ignorance; to actually dare to lay my hand over the king. It’s a crime that deserves a death penalty.”

Jace laughed and patted her shoulder gently, “don’t worry, you are doing what a soldier would do. It was my fault to surprise you.”

“Thank you, my liege,” she bowed deeply in gratitude.

“Now... let’s return to my question,” his blue eyes glinted with interest, “what is your name?”

“It’s Eireen, Eireen Silver,” she stated.

Jace smiled brightly and offered his hand in which she accepted it with a confused face.

“Eireen Silver, from today onward you are selected to be one of my special troop that will fight side by side with our Goddess, The Goddess of Light Aine.”