Chapter 1

~ Break Away ~

She flicked a stray silver strand of hair back with one delicate finger. Her amber eyes swept across the two servants bowing at her, then flickered towards the window opening up to the azure sky outside. "Ophelia, please repeat what you have just said."

Ophelia had short ebony-colored hair that settled into straight bangs above her golden eyes. In a light pink and white dress with black boots, she seemed to only be a servant, and nothing more. "He has relayed to us that you may not leave royal grounds." The white glass cups, set onto a silver tray and filled with aromatic tea, were untouched.

"...I see, Ophelia. You may clean up the table now." She immediately bent down to pick the tray up. The lines on the sides of her face to her mouth were the only signs that she wasn't human.

Her other servant had no face, only a human-shaped head colored dark black in front and white at the back. Golden crests on both sides of his head pointed at her while he kept up his bowing position, one gloved hand crossed onto his chest. He would seem almost statue-like if she didn't know any better. In a white suit with pink designs and pants with black gloves, she would think he was harmless if she hadn't known what lay within those sleeves. "Oberon, stop bowing."

Instantly, he straightened up and moved like he was alive again. Oberon tilted his head to look towards her direction, as if he had eyes. But he had none. Nor could he speak. "Follow me."

Leaving Ophelia to do her things, both of them wound their way through the ivory halls of the castle. The ground was draped with black carpets, white floral designs swirling against the dark color. Overhead, pieces of colored glass joined together to make an awe-inspiring dome. Colored lights, crimson, aqua, emerald, danced over the ground as they stopped in front of a door at the end of a branching hall. Flinging it aside, she walked into her bedroom and strode to her black drawer. She knelt down and slid it open before sticking her hand inside to grab something.

Oberon waited without complaint. Not that he can, she thought to herself. In her hands were another two of her creations; like everything else, they were black and white. What did I name them again? "Oberon, do you remember what I named these two?" He stared at the ground before swiveling his head to see them. He shook his head. "Hm. Pity. I shall just name them Moby and Remy, then." She stood up, rocking on her white, pink, and gray boots, and handed the servant both of them. "Oberon, would you do something for me? It would be safer to say that you will, seeing as I am your creator, but you can refuse if you want to." She smiled at him, an emotionless curve in her lips.

He nodded and knelt down on one knee, hand over his chest again. "Thank you for complying with me. Hold those two straight out, one in each hand, to your sides." He did as she requested and stretched his arms out, white drone in left, black drone in right. "Now go over to the window. Make sure they are activated." Even though she had said that, she was already checking that they were, leaving him slightly confused about her orders. Moby stirred and shook it's body. Remy had started floating next to Oberon's side. "Good. Please move to the window's edge." As soon as he got near it, she stalked over to him and shoved him outside. She watched as he tumbled off towards the ground, then disappeared from her sight to somewhere below in the vast flower gardens. Hm. He shall be back soon. Her eyes flitted to a single sky blue envelope on the pine wood table. As she waited for Oberon to finish the experiment, she lifted the sapphire seal and opened the envelope. Her eyes narrowed as she absorbed the content. I am to be...sent to Feita? For usage of intelligence, high ranking, and creations? She tore the letter in half, a jagged rip down the middle. Impertinent requests from impudent humans. Do they truly think that I am only a Nasod of the highest sort, only to be used? I am Eve. And the Eve I am is one that no one may command. Eve's own thoughts clicked something within her Nasod mind. She tossed the shredded letter back onto the table before she tore outside.

"Ophelia! Come at once!" The maid suddenly appeared beside her, bright rings of light surrounding her body. As she bowed, the circlets disappeared and faded into sparkles. "I do not have the time to, so I will have you find Oberon. He is outside, on royal grounds, somewhere. He should not be far. I need him back as soon as possible. If you find him with my creations broken in his hands, I will either slap him myself or you may do so in my place." Recieving the orders and programming them into listed actions, Ophelia bowed once more and turned her eyes outside. Then she was gone again, leaving more lights in the spot where she was standing moments before.

Eve went down the spiraling staircase, her boots clacking rhythmically against the hard beige marble. Gentle goldenrod light emanated from several lamps that hung from brass holders on the wall. From the dark kitchen, she grabbed a short knife that had a blade that gleamed wickedly sharp. Then she went back up the stairs, looking out for any of those that worked for the king. She could not spare this chance, especially after she had read the notice. Before, she couldn't leave due to her soul being bound to her duty as the heir of the Alteran Empire. But as of now, her freedom was just within grasp. The king could always generate another Nasod in her place. She could no longer stay restraint and risk being a tireless slave for humans.

As she returned to her room to prepare, Ophelia flashed next to her again. "You are back sooner than I had predicted. You have retrieved him?" She nodded bluntly and gestured towards the slightly disfigured Oberon behind her back. Oberon waved happily at Eve, then held up her two drones. They were unharmed, despite his condition. "Hm. Thank you for your service, Oberon. You have served me well. I will promise you some cookies and tend to your parts later. As for now, I will be taking Moby and Remy back. They are needed in tonight's plans." As Ophelia stepped forward to help her mistress, Eve motioned with a flick of her wrist not to. "You will find me the correct attire. I desire the midnight cloak, black boots, dark bottom, and the black coat with the strip of white down the middle. It is the coat with the twin tails." Ophelia didn't question her creator's commands, but heeded her and disappeared.

Eve flipped the knife in her hand, then caught it by its wooden hilt. She reached in front of her and met a solid surface, although there was only air to the naked eye. However, a program she had invented and installed inside of her allowed her to see a turquoise screen lined in cyan. She swept her hand across the air, another screen sliding with it. Serving as a mirror, it reflected her image back at her as she handled the knife with swift precision. Her hair, done in braided buns, tumbled down her back in silver locks. She mercilessly cut them off, leaving strands of her hair on the floor. That should serve to throw others off, so I should not be as easily recognized. With that shorn off, it reached down to a little above the middle of her of her back.

Ophelia flashed back and handed half of the requested clothes into the scarred black hands of Oberon. He took them willingly and fastened the cloak around his master's neck. Eve glanced at him, assessing his injuries. He should do fine for this journey. She pulled out an ice blue brooch in the shape of a fragile snowflake and pinned the cloak together, settling it between her collarbones. It spread out behind her in a black mass, with a part left to act as a hood. Inspecting it, she came across the Alteran Empire's symbol; an El shard was woven with cerulean thread at the bottom left corner. Without a word, Ophelia took the knife from her hands and cut that part of the cloak off, then tore it into shreds so it would be unknown to others.

While the maid fit her boots on and the butler tugged her arms through her coat, Eve stared at her reflection in her makeshift mirror. Good. I seem very different. Somehow similar to my battle form, which almost no one has yet seen. She pulled her fingers into her gloves and made sure the hood covered most of her face. "Ophelia, take Oberon with you. I am aware of his injuries and I wish to have them taken care of soon. There is no need to worsen them. It is on my part that he suffers." She turned from them as they teleported to the base of the castle. It would have been much more simpler if Ophelia could take me along. But the ridiculous amount of security they place on me; teleportation interception if I'm part of the load being taken, security lasers, El core trackers... Eve straightened up. To an onlooker, she would seem like any peasant or a commoner who was on her way to some town or village. With Moby and Remy floating next to her, she took a slight breath and placed the heel of her boot on the window's edge, then leapt out into the cold air.

For a few moments, she experienced what her faithful creation felt; emptiness, air rushing through her hair, the feeling of being weightless. Then the fact that she was freefalling, not gliding, struck her. "Moby? Remy?" She reached out for where her drones were supposed to be, and got a handful of air. Do not tell me they have gotten a system virus already that defies my orders. The lush grass below swayed heartily with the oncoming breeze. Although the blades of grass didn't seem harmful, Eve knew that it was the ground that would snap her internal Nasodry and shatter her core.

She saw a blotch of pink next to her and twisted around to see Ophelia. She was grabbed by the waist, embraced, and teleported to the ground. She felt something go through her; a shockwave?

Oberon had her drones in his hands. He pointed upwards with a crooked finger and then down to the dirt. "They fell? Did you not glide, though?" He nodded vigorously. "They have...what, malfunctioned?" He shrugged and hugged Moby. Ophelia was reaching for her when a loud blast of sound came. The castle behind them flared cyan for a brief moment. Eve whipped around and saw that the castle had shown it's true exterior; a series of floors in the newest technology that was all cyan. The villagers of Altera used to call this place "Altera Core."

Right now, every person and Nasod able to combat, were pointing their weapons at the three of them, standing on each floor. And each floor was filled almost all the way. That would mean... Around three thousand...

"Oberon, Ophelia," Eve addressed in a commanding tone. "I order both of you to turn around, ignore that army, and run as fast as you can."

Haylo all of you peoples who took the time to read this! :D Firstly, as always, I'd like to thank you for taking a chunk of your time to read this through. :3 I'd also like your opinion on whether this is interesting or not. Here's how my mind works; it either gives me dead-on writer's block or gives me awesome ideas that are way ahead in the story or some random idea. Which happened to me on This World. I was trying to update it again after I lost all the files to it and I was thinking about my friend's birthday and...uh, this popped up. (My wonderful friend loves Chungs :3 *"OMFG IT'S CHUNG IT'S SHELLING GUARDIAN AHHHHH"* Like that. She mains an IP for now and calls him a "she" and a "pretty boy," despite the "she" and me correcting a million times that it's "HE.") So. Yeah.

Opinions, anyone? :'D

And I know I'm like, biased towards Eve and writing a million fanfictions for her (actually, only two.) But I'm a fan of Eve and will always be one. *-* Also. What I described in this chapter - Eve's clothing - Nemesis boots, Exotic Top, Nemesis Bottom, random black gloves. The cloak is just something made up, lol.

And all of my previous readers (my school friends who I contaminated Elsword with :3 ) were like, "POOR OBERON HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HIS MASTER WAS DOING!" Is Oberon really that pitied? OwO