Author's Note: I know that Brittania is said to go back to the Roman Empire, but in this Alternate Universe/History Brittania has not yet been established. Italics are used for thought, bold italics are for when another person speaks into someones head. A line break will change the point of view. Underline will tell you the new setting! Thanks for reading!

She cursed her own luck. How could this happen to me? She placed her head into her hands as she watched the strange woman in her bed. She rubbed her temples and thought back, trying to desperately find a solution to her problems by looking to her past.

Her day had started off as it normally had, she woke up before the sun and began to heat the four forges in her office. Well it wasn't really her office, but her boss seemed to be more interested in pleasures of the flesh, so she was pretty much by herself...

After a quick meal of bread, she threw on her usual attire and began to finish her work from last night. She was a blacksmith by trade. Her swords were the most sought after in the city! Yet she would get no credit for her work. Her forging ability meant nothing to those of the town as the only important information was that she was a woman, and woman were only able to cook and clean and make children. Yes she was a silent blacksmith, forever kept in the back forging while her boss took all of her spoils and left her little to no pay. Getting back on topic, she was filling orders for customers, swords, shields, even design work. There came a sudden bang against the back door to the workshop, a sword pierced the wooden door. She dropped her work into the water bucket, pulled off her black apron and opened the door in outrage only to see the local authorities.

"Oi, Mara dear," one of the police grinned at her, "I see you are up bright and early cleaning up the shop for Clark,"

Mara ran her hand through her ratted hair and sighed at the officer, "What are you trying to do making such a fuss for Mr. Clark?!" she turned around to see that the sword that had gone through the wall was actually through the body of a woman. Mara turned her head at the officers, "What is this?! You just skewer some woman to my door?!"

The officers laughed as the leader of the group grinned, "Oh please Mara dear. You'll clean this up for us won't you? I wouldn't have to arrest you," he walked over to her. His hungry eyes crawling over her body, "It's a shame that you're so low on the food chain," he twirled one of his finger in a piece of her hair. Mara felt her body cringe and stiffen at his touch, he disgusted her, "Otherwise I might try to take you," he pulled on her hair so that she had to look up at him, "Too bad you're nothing but trash," he tossed her aside to the ground and pulled the sword out from the dead woman's chest, tossing it to the subordinate it belonged to, "Now be a dear and clean this up for me hmmm?"

As they walked away Mara cursed at them, "That bastard Davis always treating me like this. If I didn't know any better I'd beat him to death without any second thoughts," she stood and brushed the dust off of her before going to see the dead woman, "It's a shame they killed such a pretty woman..." She was beautiful to Mara. Her hair was bright green and she was in nice clothes. Mara wondered what she had done to make those pigs chase after her and kill her. Knowing them it probably wasn't even her fault that she was now dead. What a world we live in, where those pigs can have power but we are hopeless. Those pigs that were given power just because of their blood, yet someone like I must be powerless just because I was born to the family I was born to. No one can chose their own birth...yet it decides everything, how we live, how we dream, and how we die. What a world-

You wish to have power?

The green haired girl suddenly grabbed her hand. Mara was falling in a blue world, images she couldn't understand were flashing all around her, planets, people, war, sadness, hate?

You seek power?

Mara didn't see from where the voice came from, but she was willing. She had lived her whole life without the means to take what she could. If she only had the chance, if only she had something, she could take it. She could change this word.

I can give you the power of which you seek.

There was an image that she knew that came to her vision. It was the image of a dark haired man, his gaze pointed down at her, Victor...

She took a deep breath and called out to the voice I wish to have to power to fix this world! To make those in power see the error in their sloth!

Very well. I shall grant you the power you seek, you must only offer me one thing in return...you must. Please you must...

Mara was no longer falling, she was outside of her workshop. The body of the woman laid where it had been. What was that? Mara felt there was something that had changed. The world seemed to be darker, it felt as though the brightness of the sun had been dulled. She looked down at the green haired woman and felt compelled to help her.

Looking in to her past seemed to have not helped her figure out her problem. The green haired woman's injury had healed somehow. She survived a sword impaling her thin body. How? Was this the power of which she spoke of? Am I now also immortal?

The girl opened her eyes and looked over at Mara, "Oh,"

Mara stood up, her anger getting the better of her, "Oh? Oh, is all you can say? How are you alive right now? What power is it that you gave me? What is going on?"

The girl swung her legs over the edge of the bed, "I just didn't think you would actually survive after we made the contract. Not many people have been able to handle the power..." she looked down at her shirt that had been covered in blood, "You wouldn't have anything I could change into, would you?"

Mara fell back into the chair, "You mean you could have killed me?! How many people have died that you already expect death?!"

The girl sighed, "Aren't you more curious about what this power is that I gave you?"

Mara realized she was right and nodded. She had made this deal with no idea of what she had agreed to.

"It's called Geass. Its special power that each person uses differently. I don't know what your power is, but it won't work on me. You'll have to figure that out on your own,"

Mara sighed, of course, it would be too convenient to just become immortal..."What's your name? I'm Mara,"

"You can call me C.C.,"

"C.C.? What a silly name, "Mara heard the familiar jingling of the door to the workshop open, "I'll be right back," Mara rushed down to see someone she didn't want to see.

"Oh good Mara! This is wonderful! I will soon be taking the throne, as you well know, and I am in need of a sword that my father will crown me with. He recommended this shop because he was close with Mr. Clark and I heard that you were working here as his aid as well," the dark haired boy gave a charming smile her way.

"Well what can I interest you in? Unfortunately Mr. Clark isn't here at the moment," Mara spoke as unenthusiastically as she could. She was friends with this ignorant fool, but she felt so much more hatred toward him.

His face suddenly twisted in anger, his eyes rimmed in red, "Fine if that's how it's going to be Mara I'll just leave! You don't have to be so angry all the time, you're going to lose friends like that!" with that the tall, well dressed boy left.

What was that? He's never been mad before in his life...and never over something so trivial like this? What did I even do?

"Oh, you don't even realize?" C.C. was standing in the stairwell that led up to the room, "You just used your Geass,"

"Geass? But how did I-" C.C. pointed to Mara's left eye and pushed her to a mirror. Mara gasped. Her eyes that were always described as a shimmering ocean had a red symbol in it, "What is this?!" Mara pointed to her eye.

"It's the power of Geass. It should go away, you only see the red symbol when you use the power,"

"How do I control-" Mara looked back in the mirror to see the red symbol had left her eye. She sighed in relief, still confused at her new life, "Where are you going?!"

C.C. was in the doorway to go outside, "Don't you think I have my own things to do? I'll check up on you. Try to get a hang of things on your own," with that Mara was alone.

What happened? How do I figure something like this out on my own?

Victor Kennsingtons was the eldest prince to this island. Soon he would be crowned King. Yet he would be a King without a Queen. His father had told him to visit his oldest friend who was now aid to a famous blacksmith. Victor couldn't have been happier. Mara had been his closest friend since before he could remember. She was a few years younger than him, but she grew up in the castle with him. She had been his only play mate.

She left the caste the day she turned 16 and he hadn't seen her since, has it really been two years that I haven't seen her?

He was ready. He was wearing his best, casual clothes, and he was wearing his hair in the way she used to compliment him for. Yet why was he so angry now?

He was storming from the store after their short encounter. His head was hot and his steps were heavy. Why is she always like this to me? I came to her asking for help and she just throws me away like that?! How dare she?! She should be happy that I am becoming the King! Isn't she supposed to be my friend? Shouldn't she be there for me in times of happiness?!Why must she be so argggh!?

He snatched a bottle of water from a cooler and tossed a few coins at the vendor before slamming down the whole bottle in a matter of seconds. He felt humiliated. It wasn't like him to have been that angry. She didn't really do anything to warrant that level of anger. He smacked himself on the cheek, I even yelled at her.

About to turn back to apologize he felt a hand fall on his shoulder, "Hey, Victor what are you doing out here?"

Victory sighed, he couldn't go back to see Mara now. He was too embarrassed. He would come back tomorrow, maybe then it would be okay, "Davis, don't you have police work to do or something?"

Mara couldn't focus on her work. Geass...how did I do that? She thought back to what happened with Victor. Her mind wandered to how someone like him could be King. He was nothing, he was just a weak little boy who wasn't smart enough to do anything! That's it!

It was her anger toward Victor that she had felt just before he had gotten upset. Did I transfer my anger to him? Did I just make him feel angry? Does it work for other emotions or just anger? How much control could I have over a person with only their emotions? Is this enough to change the world?

"Owwwww!" Mara dropped her equipment after smashing the hammer into her hand. She sighed, with that sword she was forging was now ruined she would have to start again. As she tended to her hand, the phone for the shop rang, "Hello, Mr. Clark's blacksmith, Mara speaking," as she took the order for a new sword from the customer she thought about how quickly technology had grown. It seemed like only a month ago these phones were being sold on the market yet Mr. Clark told her that they would be getting newer, better ones with more features. It was a hassle to have to deal with customers now over the phone, but it was better than a face to face interaction so that was something.

She hung up the phone with a deep sigh. What had her life become? She was living meal to meal, crafting amazing work without being able to print her name on it. In a time where technology was on the rise, it was a miracle that the nobles wanted hand crafted swords for their ceremonies. She was proud to say that the sword that King wears around his waist was once heated in her forge, and fixed by her own hand. Yet because she was poor, because her blood was poor, her name would never be known.

She heard a commotion outside and walked out to see something she had never seen before. The poor people from the country side were trying to break into the tax building. Fools.

One of the farmers turned over to see Mara. She closed the door to her shop and grabbed her belt. She had handcrafted the swords that now laid on her hips. The farmers would rush in here looking for weapons. She wouldn't allow them to take her work.

The door swung open and five farmers ran in hoping to put their greedy hands over her precious work. She drew her own swords and sliced any hand that got close to her work.

"What are you doing?!" one farmer pulled his hand back after she put a large cut in it.

"I don't condone thieves," Mara stood with a sword in each hand, another sword still hung on her hip.

"You aren't even a noble! Why are you protecting them?!" another farmer hissed at her.

"I protect no noble! I protect my own belongings! Show some pride you foolish farmers! Change the world not your own selfish standings! Money means nothing to a changing world! What you need is power not money!" the farmers eyes were suddenly lined in red. The five of them stood up straight and nodded.

"We are no farmers! We are prisoners! Thank you woman, perhaps we had lost our pride," the five prisoners left telling the others to halt their attack on the building and vanish into the forest just beyond the city.

"Prisoners huh?" Mara grinned as she realized she had used her Geass once again. Those prisoners now were too proud to steal. Perhaps this can be done… she covered her left eye with her hand and grinned.

"Mara! You're under arrest!" Davis snatched her belt away and pinned her to the ground putting hand cuffs over her wrists.

"Davis, what is this about?! I have done nothing wrong!"

He lifted her up by the wrists, "You had contact with the escaped prisoners. You're coming to the station for questioning!"

The Police Station

Mara sighed. Her hands were being held to the table by a strong magnet. The lights were bright and seemed almost yellow in color. She wondered if she would be able to get out of here.

Davis watched her from the other side of the mirror as he sipped from his bad coffee, "Mara…" he flipped the page in her police file, "164 cm, 56 kilo, hair color: light pink," he looked back at her, "They forgot to mention how singed and damaged it was," he looked back down at the file, "Eyes: Blue, Social Class: Upper Poor," he took another sip from his coffee and brought his gaze back to the real Mara and mocked his own reading voice, "Usual attire consists of rags and she has been known to be hostile to police officers-" he sighed and set down his coffee.

Davis walked into the room and sat across from Mara at the table. He opened up the folder to show her pictures of the prisoners she had talked to earlier, "So tell me what happened,"

Mara looked away from him, "Cut the crap Davis, can't you just undo these cuffs and we talk like I'm not a criminal?"

Davis grinned, "Have it your way," he pushed a button on the table and the hand cuffs released, "Mara B-"

She lifted her hand, "Don't call me by my family name. You know I hate it," he nodded and opened his hand to tell her to tell him the events, "I thought they were farmers. I heard a commotion and opened the door to the workshop and saw them trying to break into the tax building without much luck. They started to come toward the shop for weapons and I closed the door. I didn't have anything to barricade it with, but I couldn't allow Mr. Clark's work to just be stolen by people who couldn't appreciate it. In my fear I grabbed a belt of swords and tried to fight them when five of them came in…"

Davis nodded, "And how did you make it out with nothing stolen and without any wounds?"

She hesitated. She couldn't tell Davis that she knew how to fight with swords. She could already get in trouble for trying to wield swords made for nobility. It was a crime for the poor class to be able to even touch a sword meant for nobility. Perhaps she could try and use her Geass on him…but how? She didn't know the extent of her powers…but it was worth a shot she figured.

"Don't you trust me Davis?" she saw a red ring wrap around his eye and realized that it was working, "Maybe they heard the police sirens and ran…"

Davis leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms, "Alright that is that then," he pushed another few buttons on the table and the camera in the corner stopped recording, "You're free to go Mara. Sorry for bringing you out all this way, you know how these procedures go…"

If he trusts me this much already…maybe I can strengthen it? Without fully thinking she grabbed his hand so that he turned back to her, "You believe me right? I'm not going to be arrested? You trust me right?"

The red ring that she expected didn't show up in his eyes and he pulled his hand away from hers, "Come on Mara, if anyone finds out that you and I go way back I won't be able to bust you like this anymore," he wagged his finger at her before escorting her out.

What was that? Ugh I'm so stupid, why would I try and test out my powers on a police officer?! I have to be more careful around Davis. I can't let him figure anything out…

Davis finished the paper work for releasing Mara and sighed. Had he always just believed what she said? Since when did he say things like "you and I go way back"? Hadn't he vowed to throw her away from his memory? Sure they grew up together…but things were different now. But she asked if he trusted her…did he trust her? He felt himself scream 'yes' in his head, but he wasn't sure. What is this wavering feeling? So what if we aren't friends anymore…that doesn't mean I don't trust her. She never lied to me when we were growing up…

He shook his head as he poured himself another cup, does that mean that she trusts me? Could it be that even after everything he had done to her that she still trusts him like she did when they were children?

"Davi! Catch me!" He threw his hand through his light blonde hair. He didn't want to remember those times. They were in the past. He didn't want to think about this. He had work to do. It didn't matter if he trusted Mara or not, he would save it for another day.

Mr. Clark's Blacksmith Shop

Mara closed the shop when she got back. It had been too much of a day. She hardly got any work done which meant she would need to get up even earlier to make her deadlines. She turned on the shower and threw her clothes into the hot water before she got in. After her shower she took her now wet clothes and hung them up in front of the still warms forges, they would be dry by morning.

Mr. Clark had given her a room with running water above the shop, but she had to pay for her own utilities. She already didn't make enough to pay for proper meals so she wouldn't waste her money on water bills. Her room was small with a small cot that she called her bed. She could sew thanks to her mother's pestering which is how she made the rag she called her blanket. As she got comfy she realized that her world was changing. She was about to start an adventure. She didn't know how yet, but she would fix the world that she lived in. She would make those with their cushioned noble life fear their shaky world, she would give power to those who could take it. She would change things.

Who else could change things if she couldn't?

Authors Note: Thanks for reading the first chapter. Please leave me some feedback on your thoughts of the story, or my writing style, or anything! I might start off slow with this story but I usually update regularly so expect an update soon!