Just like the title says, this is from the Point of View (POV) of a Soldier from Phantom Brave. And I don't own anybody from Phantom Brave!

As I dashed through the battlefield, the sweat on the back of my neck caused my red-brown hair that fell down to my shoulders to cling onto my neck. The war raged on in this desert of a valley, and the shade I received from my ivory white helmet didn't help me much. The sweat from my body trickled all over, slightly stinging the wounds on my arms and shoulders as well as my back and face.

Far in the distance, I saw another soldier sitting under a willow tree, about fifteen years old, which is my age, wearing the same helmet and wearing the same exact forest green dress I wore. He also had the same large, round nose I had, and the same hair like mine, only his seemed a bit longer. I ran closer and closer, the setting sun slowly beating down on me less and less. When I finally reached the shady tree, the other soldier stood up and asked, "What took you so long?" Then he saw the scars and wounds I had and asked, "Goodness gracious! Are you okay?"

I replied with a nod and fell to my knees in exhaustion. The soldier shook his head and looked through my small, brown bag, and then took out a white box with a red cross-like sign that labeled in red letters "First Aid". He opened the box and took out some kind of cream in a tube. He rubbed the cream on my scratches, which at first stung, but then cooled down from the cool evening wind. Then he put the tube of cream back into the box, and took out a roll of white bandages and wrapped them over my wounds.

After he finished wrapping the bandages, he stared at me with sharp, light brown eyes that somehow seemed to gleam through the shade of his helmet. I lowered my head, took off my helmet, and said with a hoarse voice, "Th… thank you."

The soldier also took off his helmet and replied, "No problem! 'Specially since you're my best friend." Then he closed his eyes and laid his back onto the trunk of the tree and continued, "I remember when we first met at practice. Don't you?"

I nodded. I closed my eyes and remembered what happened two years ago. An army of demons destroyed my village, so I decided to join the army to avenge my sister. On the first day of practice, I had trouble wielding a silver axe that lengthened as twice my size, and felt twice as heavy. But then he came and taught me how to handle the axe so I won't fall from its weighty might. And after a couple of weeks, we became good friends.

Thinking about it made me start to sleep. Unfortunately, my moment of rest stopped suddenly when my friend shook me and shouted, "Wake up! The enemy's coming closer! I can hear it."

I shook my head violently, stood up, and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? We have to hurry before--"

A flickering sound cut me off. My friend, with a lighter in one hand and a stick of dynamite in the other, he flicked the lighter until he created a small fire and placed it under the fuse wire of the dynamite. "Dammit! Get outta here before we both down with them!"

The fuse of the dynamite stick started to spark crazily as my friend grabbed his helmet and threw the stick. I grabbed my helmet as well, and we ran behind a rock placed not too far from the tree and looked over. We watched the dynamite roll frenziedly over the grassy hill, and we covered our ears, expecting the sound of a big explosion.

Unfortunately, we didn't hear a sound. But then we heard the sound of a flickering getting closer and closer. We didn't notice the cause of the sound until it became too late.

BOOM!

The last thing I thought to myself before my body flared up from the explosion was… I guess our plan backfired on us.

A year after my death, I heard a young girl's voice shout, "Chartreuse Summon!" Next thing I know, I found myself on a sandy seashore looking down to a girl with green hair, green eyes, and wearing a white dress and brown shoes. I looked around me and saw a two-story house made of wood, a couple of palm trees, a piece of machinery that looks like a sub on water beside the house, and a green, cabbage-like spirit with yellow eyes.

I asked the girl, "Where am I? Aren't I supposed to be dead?"

The girl giggled and answered, "Well, technically, you are dead, but as a Chroma, I… Well, this is kinda hard to explain, but to make things short, you're a Phantom."

I looked at her in surprise as a young male that looks older than I am, with navy blue spiky hair that flows to the right, wearing a tan shirt with long sleeves and black rings on the front, as well as matching tan boots, appeared next to the girl. The male also had a long, magenta scarf around his neck that streamed down his back.

The girl said, "Oops! I forgot to introduce everybody!" She pointed to herself and says, "my name is Marona. I'm thirteen years old!" Then she pointed to the male standing next to her and continued, "This is Ash. You can say he's my guardian."

Suddenly, a teenager with spiky brown hair, glasses, and wearing a royal blue, yellow, and white shirt and matching pants, and a light brown backpack appears a few feet from me and said excitedly, "I am the Merchant. I'm not exactly a great fighter, but you can buy items from me. Mainly weapons."

Then a woman wearing a forest green Chinese dress and has long, black hair held up in a bun appears next to the Merchant and says calmly, "I am the Healer. In battle, I have less-than-average attack strength, but my healing powers are helpful. Also, you can talk to me in case you need to heal."

After her, the cabbage-like creature calls out, "And I am a Whisp. If you need help with anything about the island, just ask me."

I stared in curiosity at the ragtag team, blushed and smiled. "Well, Heaven or not, as long as I'm here, I guess I'll try to enjoy it here." Suddenly, I feel as if something was lifting the back of my dress.

An athletic man, obviously way older than me, with spiky red-brown hair that slanted to the back, and wearing a green headband, a brown vest and brown pants that were rolled up to above the knees. He also had silver metal on the back of his hands, his wrists, his upper arms, and from the knee down. He said with a deep, husky voice, "Who's the new girl, the Big-Nosed Dork?" He let go of the back of my dress and chuckled.

I waved my hand to him and told him to come closer. He crouched down to my level, and I told him to come closer. He put his face inches close to my nose, and then I punched him in the nose. He fell onto his back, and Marona kicked him in the shin, calling him a "bad boy".

Ash looked down to the man and introduced me. "This is a Soldier. He will be living on the island like everyone else here." Then Ash looked at me and introduced me to the man. "This is the Fighter. He can be an idiot at times, but you'll probably get used to it."

Marona and Ash took me on a short tour of the island and inside of the house. After the tour, the Merchant waved to me and told me to follow him. The Merchant whispered, "I know a special spot that only the other spirits, Ash, and me know where it is. Follow me!" We walked to the back of the island, where under all the terraced hilltops, a small opening stands out on the ground, with the gentle waves trying to reach inside. The Merchant jumped in, then called out to me in a loud whisper to jump. So, reluctantly, I looked around to see if anyone else was looking, then jumped into the hole.

Sorry if I left a cliffhanger ending. ;; I'm not too sure if I'm able to update it. Maybe from time to time, when I'm not updating Not Normal or any other stories that come by.