Blank pages are the worst. So few words can describe the annoyance I have with blank pages. I suppose that it would make some sense if I said what I intended to do to fill up the blank pages, but if I said that this soon it wouldn't make sense. However I suppose it is time to write something that even I didn't think that I would. Here then is what happens next. Not in The Silent Chloey and the White Wolf but in the next book. The third of the series. This book will contain spoilers for some of the cannon Claymore story. After all there is a huge gap between Rosemary and Teresa that must be explained as well as what happens to Chloey and co. Of course she will begin the journey where she left it. In a time that is confusing and shaking her up.

Prologue: A Warrior's Regrets

I had long since learned from the other warriors that Hysteria had failed to send her black card to any other warrior. It pained me to hear it. I had known a long time ago that she would lead to the death of at least someone. As well as herself. How I knew I didn't and couldn't have known. I winced as the thoughts that I was having had to do with more important things at this point in time. I had to be very careful with what I did from here on out. After all stories would circulate and those that knew me were truly few and far between now. With Hysteria gone, most of the warriors who I did know well enough were also dead. I almost wondered if I would have changed anything by being there. If I had challenged her, would I have saved lives? Or would I too have finally met my own end. The thoughts swirled around my head as I tried to make sense of what had happened. Why had they been killed like that? They did not want to turn their blades on her and yet they did. And they died for it. If Hysteria had any knowledge of what it was that made them like that, she would have known that the men were looking into her death since Ahiria had walked the earth as the number 2. Even so...I doubted that she even knew the seriousness of her own actions. That I'd been forced to keep an eye on her as she killed them...I'd already seen it once...and that was enough for me. I didn't want to see it again. Yet here I was seeing the death of comrades that didn't deserve it. Seeing them as their lives faded away because of the foolishness of the men that called themselves my masters. The men that I wished I could kill, or at the very least make them feel the pain that I had felt ever since Luciela awakened. And Rafaela was stripped of her number. If only...if only I had been more actively outspoken. Then none of this would have happened.

I was walking along the most worn path towards Mucha, when I noticed that we were not the only ones going in this direction. There was a group of what appeared to be humans. I frowned and took little notice of them as we had a job to get to. I had decided that the time had come. There were only five warriors that I would trust with my own life within the ranks of the our kind. Of those two were children that had been long since taken from their family, sold like cattle to the slaughter. Of the other three, those that actually kept close to me and travelled with me a surprising amount of the time, two were older and one had taken an odd liking to me as a human. For some reason I will never understand she saw me as a mother figure to her. I didn't mind it, but it did lend to some interesting conversations. Mostly about how I seemed to be the one that cared for the other warriors. It didn't make much sense to me but I supposed that Heather had a point. I did seem to care for others more than they themselves realised at times. I couldn't help the soft smile as I watched over the three comrades that travelled with me. Meg was as bold as ever. Claire needed some work on her own confidence as usual, while Heather seemed content to simply follow us. Of course Kate was with us and she was my white wolf that had been travelling with me since she was a pup. I was mildly amazed that a group like this could even get along. I would have expected that Heather and Meg would have fought at least once by now. I laughed softly. They were all sound asleep and I was more than ready for what was to come. At least I hoped so.

Warriors and yoma were in and out of my close range sensing. Most of them were chasing and fighting one another as I'd sensed from the beginning. Hunter and hunted in a constant battle against one another to see who would win. The yoma still very much weaker than the warriors until the warriors lost control over their yoma halves and became awakened beings. Somehow it seemed to me as if that was what the men were aiming for. I didn't know why, but I knew for some reason they wanted a warrior that could awaken and return to their human state. I heaved a sigh and hoped that once I got away I would get the time that I needed to think about all that I knew. Then I would have to make sure that I chose my time wisely. Too soon and I would end up dead or worse than dead. I would have to find a way that the men would not be able to find me...ever. I knew that this would be difficult. After all we were treated like we were expendable. And I knew that they were planing on getting a new eyes out before long. My life was inconsequential to them. Knowing that they thought that didn't change the fact that I was one of the best warriors that they had. Why else would they dump the rank of Number 2 onto me? I guess that there are warriors out there that would kill for my rank. I certainly didn't like it, and I decided that as best as I could that the plan needed a perfect strike. It needed a cover so perfect that the men wouldn't trouble themselves with my own "death". It would be difficult to maintain such a ruse if I was near them, but if I could return home somehow...I could feel the thoughts leading me to my ultimate plan.

One day I would have my freedom, my revenge would have to wait. After all, there were more important things that I needed to do. Firstly there were others to speak with, others to try and make stronger. Others that would likely want to come with me. And others that I would have to hide. All in all, I could see what had to happen. I knew what had to happen. And I didn't like it one bit.