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In One Piece

Nyx watched quietly as Crow loaded her things into the yellow van. He had a very bad feeling about the mission. He could tell Libertus was nervous too, but that was simply because of the type of, mission. Infiltration into Tenebrae wasn't a usual mission. Even for a Glaive.

"Come back in one piece, alright?" Libertus said.

"Says the man in two pieces," Crowe snorted.

"I'm serious," Libertus said. "I know you're probably tired of hearing it but you're like a little-"

"Like a little sister to you," Crowe interrupted. "Yeah, I am tired of hearing it."

"Crowe," Nyx said, stepping forward, channeling all of the magic he could into a shielding spell and storing it in his necklace, pulling it off and slipping it over her head before leaning in to whisper. "It's got a shielding spell. It won't hold up more than a couple of seconds at most, and it's activated instantaneously, but it should be enough. Please be careful."

"I can't take this," Crowe gasped, also keeping her voice low. "You'll be left powerless!"

"Take it, Crowe," Nyx said. "You'll need it more. And besides, once the shield is used up, my powers will return. And that necklace was a gift from my family. So you'd better bring it back."

"Why would you give me this?" Crowe asked.

"Because I don't want to lose you," Nyx said.

"Because I'm like a sister to you?" Crowe asked. "Not you too. I can only handle one overbearing brother figure."

"You're not a sister to me, Crowe," Nyx said, Crowe staring at him in shock. "You mean so much more to,me than that."

Crowe stared at him for another second before reaching up and pressing her lips to his. He kissed her back instantly for several seconds before pulling back.

"Time for you to go," Nyx said. "Come home safe."

Crowe nodded and kissed him one last time before getting in the van, watching them as the van pulled away for a ways before closing the door.

"It's about time you two got together," Libertus said.

"Yeah," Nyx mumbled, still worried.

"What did you do to the necklace?" Libertus asked.

"Stored a shielding spell," Nyx said. "It wasn't very strong though. I had to use most of my magic to store it and set up it's release circumstances."

Libertus nodded. All they could do now was wait.

Crowe sat quietly in the back of the van as it rumbled along. She didn't recognize the driver, but there were a lot of Glaive she didn't know, so she simply sat in silence.

"So, you and the hero, huh?" the driver asked.

"Uh, yeah," she replied.

The driver remained silent, eyes fixed on the road. Crowe remained silent as well, grateful he hadn't wanted to hold a long conversation. Finally, the van slowed to a stop and Crow climbed out, the van pulling away. At almost the same time, a grey SUV began to drive over from a dirt road. Something was wrong. She wished she had her blades with her, but she had had to go without them. She considered readying a spell but a ball of lightning or fire in her hand would be a dead giveaway.

The SUV pulled to a stop in front of her and the back door opened, a red-haired man stepping out that she recognized as a Glaive. Luche Lazarus. He was very displeased with Lucis, specifically King Regis, for signing the treaty.

"What are you doing here?" Crowe asked, slipping her hands into her pockets, taking the tracking device off of the hairpin meant for Lunafraea.

"I was ordered to give you backup," Luche said.

"I see," Crowe nodded. "Alright. All I'm going to need is a ride out."

"Okay," Luche nodded.

Crowe swallowed as she heard a metallic click, pretending not to hear it as she turned to walk away. Then, a gunshot rang out and her entire body flaring and her sight going completely white as she screamed in agony. She fell to the ground, clutching her stomach where there was now a terriyingly large exit wound. The shielding spell. It had failed. Why didn't it protect her?

"Sorry to do this to you Crowe," Luche said. "But we know that if we want to break Mr. Hero, we have to kill you. Sorry."

"Please," Crowe pleaded, grabbing his ankle weakly, placing the tracker on the back. "Please."

If she was going to die, she was going to at least be useful before she did. Luche grinned wickedly, aiming at Crowe's face. Her eyes widened. There was a flash of light and a deafening report. Her vision flared white. Wait, shouldn't she not be seeing anything? She blinked, looking around, seeing the edges of the shield before her at the side. The spell. It was working. Late, but working. She snapped her arm up, eyes narrowing. She felt her magic beginning to flow. The boom of thunder filled her ears followed by the lingering crackle of lightning.

She felt around. There had to be something. She had never tried warping using something other than her blades but she knew Nyx had before. Her hand closed around something metal. The pistol. She hurled it over her shoulder just as bullets began to slam into her shield, whitch was still blocking her vision from its glow. Cracks began to appear as she channeled her magic. Time seemed to slow. The shield shattered, a bullet punching into the ground beside her head. Then, she crashed down in a ditch, just in front of a culvert.

She grabbed the gun, quickly dragging herself into the culvert, seeing the drainage hole ahead. It was small, too small for her, but the gun would fit. She dropped the gun just as a bullet grazed her shoulder. She screamed in pain before hearing the gun splash down and teleported to it, catching it and swimming back to the surface and the, allowing the current of the sewer water pull her away from the hole.

Once she was a ways away, she dragged herself out and lay on her back beside the water, praying her wound didn't get infected. Then, she ripped her sleeves off, using a piece of one to clean the wound as best she could through the pain and with a dirty piece of cloth, then bandaged it as best she could. Then, she waited, giving them time to leave. She drifted off and once she had woken up, she waited longer. Then, finally, she forced herself up, pistol ready, and made her way to the ladder leading out. She climbed up the ladder, scanning carefully for Luche or any imperial troops. Then, she climbed out, slowly, torturously, walking back toward Insomnia.

After a day, she finally collapsed. A few hours later, she found herself in the bed of a pickup truck speeding along the road, propper bandages now holding back the bleeding, not that it mattered, she had to be close to death by now. She saw the gate pass above her before her vision faded.

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