And... for some reason I had to speed up the making of this story... AT LEAST THE PROLOGUE! Muhahaha :D :D :D I know I meant to do this, but I want to get this out of the way to get back to my old stories I've been longing to do. So... I'm gonna be updating in order:

Us Against the Shadows

Strike Witches: The World's Finest

Sky Dreadnought: Flight Alpha

And, I'm gonna be reposting the Greg and Makoa story for a retelling. Seems my collaborating author for the SD/Displaced universe appreciates a better story. Hey. I'm an author. If adapting's something I gotta do, of course I'll do that. ;)

So... This is the prologue. I won't be updating for a while after this, since I told you guys my plans. Of course, this tells her good side. But once the story keeps going... get ready to see the worst things you can't hope to imagine, because she's been trained by someone who lost parents too. ;)

So... Here's Carla's OC Details!

[Carla Stanz]

Birthday / Age: February 20, 1926 (Introduced 17 turning 18 years old)

Manifests as a witch at: Year 1943

Height: 6 feet 4 inches (193 cm)

Hair: Yellowish-Blonde, curly, upper-back lengthened (usually tied with a hair clip to make a single tail)

Eye color: Copper

Skin: Fair Complexion to White

Body Shape: Average

Rank: Unknown

Nationality: Britannian-Liberion

Affiliation: Codenamed "Black Star the Rebel"

Aircraft / Striker: SR-X Sonicbird (Custom-built by Janeth Maria Ferrano)

Familiar: Danaus Plexippus (Monarch Butterfly)

Weapons: Assault Rifle pack (Britannian and Liberion made assault rifles)

Main Appearance: Wears a black leather and fiber uniform, and loose on her hips and thighs. Black gloves on her hands are optional to wear. Her hair can either be loose since it's curly, or could be tied with a ponytail. She has a black breather mask with no hose, meaning it's a portable breathing device that she uses for both concealing her identity and for filtering out gases. It could be customized to filter out dangerous gases, but needs extra energy for the task. She usually wears boots whenever it's needed. Most of the time, her pants can be shortened thanks to bio-fiber technology to make way for the usage of her striker unit, the SR-X.

Intrinsic Ability: Pocket Sync (Pocket Sync is a pocket-dimension magic ability. Thanks to the size of the pocket dimension she's able to make for objects she could access by the palm of her hand as her magic is activated. Since she uses an Assault Rifle pack from the WWII era to the 21st century, she's able to store a total of 500 units of varying weapons, with weapon stocks and ammo involved.)

Backstory: Carla Stanz is an only child of a Britannian banker and a Liberion housewife, who lived together in Wales. By the start of the war, they started to move around Britannia to avoid conflicts from reaching their doorstep. However, that stopped when the father died due to a sudden Neuroi attack. This forced Carla and her mother to move underground while awaiting rescue. They got out of it alive and was rescued by the Britannian army.

At 1943, Carla had manifested as a witch, with a butterfly familiar. This was happening during a riot at a countryside town in Britannia. Knowing she was a witch, she needed to protect what needed to be protected. And in her case: Her mother.

But in result of the riots that were made from the impatient citizens awaiting justice against the Neuroi, even her mother's house was torched. Carla found out later that her mother wanted to stop the movement made by the rioters to demand their return to their homes. That got her locked in her own house, and was torched. Carla got there too late, as the house was already in ashes. She told herself: "Even as a witch, I couldn't protect her." This made her upset, and she battled her own conscience in fighting against the Neuroi, choosing never to.

Asking favors and getting somewhere else in desperation, she comes in contact with her uncle names James Stanz, who was an army official in Liberion, acting as a Colonel for a contingency group there. Knowing he's a bad influence to her, she just gets straight to the point: She wanted safe passage out of the country. Knowing he has a side of hating witches as well, he easily agrees, in the terms that she won't participate in the war. He already knew about her manifestation, but it doesn't change anything: She wouldn't want to fight a war that involved lives taking another. Aliens? They were just living beings. It was the same, and it got her to a point of never seeing combat.

Fate changed her as Janeth, a magical girl who travels through dimensions and time, arrived in her life to save her the trouble of living a life of no meaning. Carla already had the idea that she was cursed instead of being given a gift. For a long time, she never knew how witches were helping out in the war. It first didn't matter to her. But then it changed when Janeth offered her something: Carla was to become Janeth's right hand, acting as an agent for her in Earth while being given the necessities needed for herself. Carla asked what the catch was. And the catch that Janeth answered: She knows how to contact spirits, though it takes some of her energy in exchange. Though with Carla, it would be easier. Janeth offers that Carla could see her mother again. And without hesitation, Carla accepts as she was trained first before her true fighting begins.

Carla experienced harsh training from Janeth, and later became known to be a hard flyer of Janeth's custom-built striker unit, the SR-X Sonicbird. This was how Carla made a codename for herself, the first time she saw the black colored striker unit she knew would be hers: "Black Star." Janeth made sure to stamp a name for some to know in the Earth she hoped Carla would fight in for her sake, as "Black Star the Rebel."

So those are the details! I'm gonna posting her OC details on my profile page as well, so you'll all see. ;) Anyway... Enjoy the Prologue! The Trailer Entry, the only one at least, will stay. So... As I warned, expect this won't be updated for a while...


During a simple day… Britannia… In the middle of the year 1943…

It was a time of war, but it was quiet during the day. Unlike the skies, the battlefield seemed calm. All sounds of gunfire and screams have halted. And only moans of wounded men were heard beneath the trenches multinational company groups from the army. The men were exhausted, have almost no hope of moving from their trenches. Most especially, they don't have ammunition to even make a frontal assault on their own. Their artillery was doomed, and they had no radio communications.

The last that the Liberion battle Lieutenant had heard was that reinforcements were inbound to their position for only an hour. Problem is… A sniper was picking them off one by one from the trenches. The sniper was using energy rounds… and red in color… the same color as the Neuroi they call their enemy…

They were all crouching, hoping they wouldn't get hit by the sniper. This also included the only Lieutenant present in their ranks right now…

"Sir!" A rifleman eventually came beside the battle Lieutenant. "What's our next move? We're kinda running out of time here."

"Patience, Sergeant," said the Lieutenant. He took off his helmet and his black hair was exposed while he adjusted his helmet while keeping low. "Look… Reinforcements are already inbound, but the radio is good as gone right now. Our repair specialist can't even get the job done since most of the parts are fried."

"What about from the Brit and Karlslander companies?"

"Not good, Lacey. They don't even have radios to begin with."

"Shit… They really put us in charge of them."

"And look what happened. Look, I get it. But you don't need to remind me of the events we already know that led us to this point. Lacey… I'm not gonna lie. It's ugly right now." He said that just before another energy round hits a soldier from behind, letting him drop dead. The rifleman and the Lieutenant himself ducked lower. "Shit! Our company is toast if we don't get a move-on now! But the sniper's scope is dead-on. Fuck… He's hitting us from somewhere just too far."

"We can't find the sniper! How the hell do we know which direction he is?"

"He's not even human, ok? He's Neuroi in a sense, but he's damn accurate. And… We can't even determine if he's from the west or south, which is pretty shitty to me."

"What? A Neuroi? With those rounds?"

"You don't think so, Sergeant? Not with the things I've seen." The Lieutenant then sees another rifleman coming from behind Sergeant Lacey. "Private Dexter? What is it?"

"Lieutenant Jenson, the Brits have gotten through to fixing one of the radios."

"Goddamn it… I thought we didn't have any more?"

"We don't. They found it… just nearby. It's wrecked, but not too wrecked that it's fixed."

"Great! We need someone to save our asses. Lacey, you're in charge of this position. Dexter, take point and keep your head down."

"Roger." And Private Dexter headed out with the Lieutenant and walked low and avoided letting their heads be exposed…

Meanwhile, the sky was cloudy. It was silent in a sense. Then… an almost unnoticeable shape of a reflection of the sky was there. A pair of eyes was watching above… The figure looked at the Brits who fixed the radio, and the Lieutenant who came and arrived to see them...

Carla smiled through what she saw. "I gave you boys some hope there. It's up to you all to find a way out of it." She noticed her etherjet striker unit was indeed quiet, while she was camouflaged, in the appearance of her reflecting the environment to keep her concealed. 'This is rather convenient. But I can't stay like this forever,' she thought. She knows she has limited time, and she thought of leaving. That changed when…

…An energy round, but yellow in color hits the radio and electricity surges through the radio before it suddenly burned from the inside, making black smoke.

The Liberion Lieutenant was shocked of this. "Fuck! What the hell just happened?! Did that just come from the west?!"

Carla was concerned as she looked west. 'Damn it… Red, then yellow rounds? This is too different.' And eventually, she brought out her rangefinder. They were like binoculars but they show the range of the target of its assigned reticule. She then looked west and found out there were a few buildings there. But there were also Neuroi walker tanks shaped like beetles coming from the same direction. 'Wait a minute… This wasn't supposed to happen unless… Oh crap…!' She then looked back at the trenches, and at the Lieutenant below her. "The target's directly attacking Caleb Jenson… but for what…?"

Eventually, the radio appearing as an earpiece at her ear crackles to life. "Stanz?!"

Carla notices the voice was a familiar girl's voice. "Boss? What's up?"

"We got an intel change. Sorry, but this just came up when events changed suddenly. Even the newspaper I got changed too."

"Didn't the paper say 4 companies made it out alive?"

"That changed when the yellow round came through. That's the target. The whole time, he didn't need Jenson. He wanted Caleb dead to prevent the guy from catching the bastard. This is it, Carla. Go for him. You know his position."

"Janeth, are you even sure of what you're saying? What about the crawlers?"

"What? No. You're not doing it, Carla. Pursue the target and take him down immediately!"

"Not happening. Caleb Jenson's a registered UNIA intelligence officer too. He knows about the Double X protocol."

"YOU'RE NOT USING THAT EXCUSE, CARLA! YOU KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES OF THE EVENTS IN THE TIMELINE IF YOU INTERVENE NOW!"

"I'll still be unknown in the eyes of many. I'm talking about my true identity, of course. Besides… I have a breather mask. They'll know me by my blonde hair. They'll know me by my etherjet strikers. And if they remember me as a defender, it won't matter. I'll just be a figure."

"But… the target…!"

"I have a heart, while I'm cold too. I know in your sense, I'm psychotic. But you are too. Don't forget that." Carla then waited for a response from Janeth, just seeing the crawlers now getting closer. Eventually, the soldiers fired upon them. "JANETH!"

"Alright. But once you're done in clearing the walkers, you get straight to the west of their position. The reason I don't intervene, is because I don't want changes. But if you're doing this… you'll be known throughout history. They'll even know your codename. Others will tell stories."

"I know the risk, Janeth. They'll learn my codename." Carla then closed her eyes before she deactivated her stealth camouflage…

Caleb fired at the crawler Neuroi while seeing rockets hit them and explosions wrapped around his enemies. "Damn it, keep the pressure on them! Don't let them get close!" Then he saw a bright glow from one of the emitters of the crawlers! "GROUND BEAM!" And he ran out of the way before a ground beam hits his position. When he recovered, he saw what was behind him was once where Private Dexter and a group Britannian soldiers were. He saw burned clothes and ashes from where they once were. "SHIT!" He eventually exposes himself and fires back with his Thompson in retaliation just before he saw another beam coming at him. Everything slowed down to the point he suddenly saw a girl flying in a striker unit arrived. She put up a magic shield in front of him.

Her appearance was all black it seems. She had yellowish blonde hair, curly and seen tied in a pony tail. Her leather uniformed covered her body, but it was the etherjet striker unit that was striking. And… noticeable as she had a shield, she had butterfly antennae that's out of the front of her head.

"A… witch…? And she's old… But…" Caleb couldn't believe a witch saved him. Then he saw her turn her head revealing the breather mask she wore on her mouth, and her eyes glanced to his before he saw her wink. From the looks of it, she needed something. 'What does she need…?' Then Caleb looked beside him as he saw… 'The rocket launcher? But it's the last one.' "One round!" The girl eventually nodded and he grabbed the rocket launcher before he found the round. He loaded the rocket in before he threw the rocket launcher.

The beam stopped and Carla grabbed the launcher with both hands before she flew up. 'One round is all I need. As for the holes in them?' She smirked before she used her Pocket Sync ability. She held the rocket launcher with one hand, and at her other hand appeared a rifle… a B.A.R. Assault Rifle and she held it tight. "One of the crawlers…" She muttered to herself before she aimed her assault rifle at one of the crawlers before her hand arm glows red. She pulls the trigger before red rounds came out from her gun while she flew around, evading beams as she fired at the targeted crawler. 'Fire attributes kill Neuroi faster since the burns can melt through them for a little while. It might waste some energy, but I got good plans for the rest.' She kept evading beams before her fiery rounds on the targeted Neuroi crawler was able to burn through until the core was exposed. She stopped firing and saw the core was being covered again with its regenerative armor before she aimed at it with her gun and released a barrage of bullets against it. She was able to push through and finally shatter the core, before the Neuroi shatters to white shards. "Tango down!"

"Janeth here. Hurry the hell up on dealing with them. The target might get away."

"Roger. I'll have to ask these guys to advance if there are a few of them."

"Just how many of them are there?"

"Just three left."

"Ask them to help you if there's one."

"You mean let them take the last one for themselves? That's a good deal. They still got pineapples left. Alright then." She eventually shoots through another Neuroi crawler before she saw beams come to the trenches. She made it there in time and held up a shield with her forehead, even pushing her back in the process, but not without countering the force with her striker unit…

Caleb then resumed fire on the Neuroi along with the others when he heard a rifleman speak out to his buddy while reloading. "Henrick, is that a witch really helping us out?!"

"Yeah, but from which unit?!"

"I don't know! I haven't seen her before."

"Oi, I think she's Liberion with the way she's flying and her weapons tell it too. What is she going to do with the rocket launcher though…?"

Carla eventually saw another yellow round fired from the west before the round hits Caleb's right arm. "JENSON!"

"LIEUTENANT!" A rifleman eventually runs to the wounded Lieutenant and crawls towards him to avoid getting hit. He saw the lieutenant breathing and groaning in pain. He was bleeding from his elbow it seems, and his joints were destroyed from the inside thanks to the round. "Goddamn it! We need a medic!" As he called it out, a medkit belt landed near him and saw it came from the girl.

"Stop the damn bleeding! He's important to everyone here." Carla instructed this before she came back to releasing rounds at the Neuroi crawlers. One of them is critically damaged and the core was exposed. She took aim and fired rounds at the core, before the crawler was destroyed with white shards shattering from it. "Two more!" Then time slowed as she saw an opportunity. The two Neuroi walkers remaining are close to each other. There's a spot between them she can use to shoot the less damaged walker and followed through as time went back to normal before she dives down and flies low before throwing her rifle away. She held her rocket launcher with both hands while seeing beams come at her and evaded them. She was flying faster than the usual before the sonicboom was heard thanks to her speed. Then, time slowed as she finally got in between the walkers and aimed at the less damaged Neuroi walker and finally fires her launcher. Time flows normally as she flies back up and the rocket hits the targeted Neuroi before its core was exposed. She used her Pocket Sync as another B.A.R. appears on her hand and fires rounds at the core before finally shattering it. The Neuroi is destroyed. "One to go." Eventually, she flies back to the soldiers of the trench and shields them from another beam with her magic shield as she hovers. The last crawler isn't retreating. 'Fine. Wanna fight to the last? It's not just me you're facing.' "All of you… ADVANCE! We're sending this fucker to hell!"

The soldiers then threw grenades at the remaining Neuroi before explosions wrapped the enemy. The walker moves to a better position, but sees foot mobiles shouting and firing at it.

"TAKE IT! TAKE IT!"

"THIS IS FOR ME MUMS!"

"GIVE THEM A TASTE OF BERLIN'S FINEST! MEN! WE FINISH THIS!"

Carla was looking from above as the walker's emitters were busted up while it's surrounded and fired. She didn't need to intervene any further. "Janeth… I'm heading to the west position now. That target is as good as dead. He left these men to die with what he did. He's gonna pay." Eventually he flew away from the scene and headed to the west position where a few buildings were.

A man then left the church tower. He was wearing a balaclava to cover his face while he carried some sort of futuristic rifle on his back when Carla suddenly flew in front of him and punched his face, knocking him down to the ground hard. Carla then hovers near him and aims the B.A.R. she held at him. "Alright, you piece of shit. You're no doubt carrying an advanced MT Energy Rifle and you used it against them. The rifle is not from this timeline. You worked together with anti-witch parties who are willing to kill soldiers supporting them. But what's your beef with Caleb Jenson?"

"Girl… I always wanted… to… kill him." He said this while he removed his balaclava, revealing a man in his thirties while he has blonde hair. Based on what accent he has, he seems to be European. "It's personal, but this weapon helped me. And…"

"You're able to teleport with it. It's the mischievous sniper's greatest weapon. You used a remote sniper tripod to take them from the south, did you? The model it uses needs you, and since you left your own tech at where you once were…"

"I GET IT! I still lose whenever I leave everything behind. But everything's tiring me out as of now! Jenson ruined my life after he found out my affiliations!"

"But you didn't learn from it, did you? He was trying to lead you away from what's worse than this. Who the hell gave you the weapons?!" She aimed the B.A.R. at him before holding it with one hand. She browsed her pocket with her free hand and held some sort of sensor device. She then held it towards him before she pushed buttons to get it working. She was scanning brain activity, and eventually some images in his mind were seen. Then she saw static and a hard transmission to read in his brain. "…What…?"

"Janeth here. Status report!"

"Target is secured right now, but we got a situation. Termites have gotten in his head and blocked mind transmission when I scanned him."

"WHAT?! Then…" Just before Janeth spoke further, the man shook his head crazily. His eyes were rolled up just before his body was shaking. Eventually, his brain snapped and he suddenly fell back to the ground and slammed on it. He stopped moving. He remained still.

And Carla knew what it meant when she pocketed her sensor device before she lowered herself to check his pulse with her fingers at his neck. "No pulse. Goddamn it. Janeth… He's gone."

"Countermeasure?"

"Countermeasure."

"Don't worry about it for now. We've at least known his intentions. It's personal, it seems."

"But it seems someone wanted to clear out the soldiers here. His intention was killing Caleb Jenson probably for personal reasons as you said."

"Hm. Get your game on. It's not over yet. Destroy the sniper tripod. It's inactive, but you need to clear out evidence in this timeline. Burn our guy, along with the weapon. You know the drill."

"Copy. I'm clearing everything out." Carla then equipped an Incendiary grenade before pulling its pin and throwing it at the corpse. The grenade explodes with a more fiery result and burns the body. Then she throws another grenade before she flew out of there. A powerful explosion was heard and was enough to destroy even the weapon the man once had.

A sniper tripod was at a church tower to the south. A bomb with a timer attached to it counted from five just as it ticked. When it reached zero, a large explosion was made before the church tower was destroyed along with it.

Carla watched as the church tower was finally falling down to pieces. "Evidence cleared. Though… Are you sure the materials should be left here?"

"Proper timeline events state that the material should be discovered 10 years after it's destroyed there. They can use it pretty much for building pressure tanks that could be useful in the gulf war in the 90's. They'll need to build bullets with it, you know."

"Okay."

"Carla… I advise you move out of there. Or… You could just say goodbye to your new friend. Ehehehe…" Janeth's tone was a little seductive in a sense and it made Carla blush.

"Fuck… Janeth! I'm older than you!"

"...only by appearance, you forget. But I can tell you have a thing for Lieutenant Caleb Jenson yourself. Say your goodbyes and make it quick, Stanz. You have another assignment."

"Copy that. And Janeth… Don't make it seem that I liked him. Because if you're messing with me…"

"Ehehehe… No jokes. Just say your farewells. I'll allow you to see him. Still… Your identity…"

"I understand."

"Good. I'll see you in a bit." Janeth eventually cuts the transmission and Carla sighs.

'Does she seriously…?' She stops her thought in annoyance as she flies towards where the soldiers should still be…

Caleb was breathing hard while his arm was getting bandaged up, still sitting in the trenches while hearing the rest of the men celebrate. They were able to defend themselves, along with a witch helping them. Looking to maintain composure, he also seemed to lose consciousness. Slowly, his eyes came to close just before he heard a set of soft jet engines come near him. He opened his eyes and turned his head to where it came from. It was the same girl who saved them… helped them fight back, and win the battle. "Uhhn…" He tried getting his injured arm up but the rifleman near him stopped him from doing so.

Carla then hovered near Jenson before nodding at the rifleman who was bandaging him and moved away from the two. She then looked at Caleb. "You look like shit, Lieutenant."

"You're… a witch…? But from which unit? I think I…"

"You thought right. Code Double-X, Authorization Six-Six-Dash-Five-One. Black Star reporting for duty."

"So it's really you, huh? I thought it was supposed to be secret. Look." His eyes focused on the men now looking at both him and then at girl codenamed 'Black Star.' "Everyone saw you."

"It doesn't matter, Jenson. Cause you know what? You deserve to live. And if saving you by fighting to protect you is what's needed, then that's something I've accomplished. Besides… You remind me of someone who I know."

"Oh, come on. It isn't just that reason you used to get to me, right?"

"That's right. But it's secret as you told me I should be. If I told you, I should kill you." Carla's words that are cold caught everyone off-guard and they aimed their rifles at her. "Relax, boys. I'm not spilling secrets and killing soldiers, especially you guys at the same time."

"Of course not! You're a witch who protects!" A Brit soldier said from afar.

"You saved us! So what the hell if you don't tell us you're a clown?" A Liberion man joked, and another laughed at it.

"You can both count I have the blood of a Brit and a Liberion. So I understand. As for you, Jenson… I have advice for you."

"And that is…?"

"Live. Just live your life as you should. Humanity is able to fight back. But if you choose it, have enough strength for serving the military, but not in the front lines. You're always capable, but the war can manage without you firing anything heavy."

"Nonsense. I can still fire a pistol…"

"…when you're injured? You have no hope of getting the injured arm to move. And it'll stay that way, I'm afraid. The joints are blown, right?" Carla then saw the arm was banged up on the elbows and the joint was busted up. "There's good news. Advancements will come and something miraculous will happen. That's a hint. Wait for it until it happens. You'll be aged by that time, so…"

"Yeah, yeah. What are you anyway? Psychic?"

"No. I'm just someone passing along to say hi. Other than that, I'm nobody. Just remember… Black Star is what you'll know me as. And that goes with the rest of you. Draw me. Sketch me up for descriptions. Just remember… I won't always be around, so always trust on the witches around you. I know you're all beginning to doubt them because they do better than you. Don't. They fight with you, just as you fight with them. Without one to help the other, there's no unity and strength. I was taught that a lot of times since war was something ugly, and my mind was opened. I'm not asking you all to be like me. I only ask you to be better than how you think now. I'm sure only a handful of soldiers would think this way." Carla then looked one more time at Jenson. "This unit is proud to be under your command, Caleb Jenson. Take care of yourself, and let them take care of you in return. You've done enough for today. Don't you think?" And she smiled from behind her mask.

Caleb smiled back since he noticed her smile of sorts from behind her mask. "Sure thing, Black Star."

"This is one point of history somebody remembers the codename. Especially you, Lieutenant. Carry it with you while you still can. Goodbye… Caleb." Carla then flew up, surprising the soldiers and Caleb himself.

Caleb then takes a look at the girl who flew up then flew fast, eventually reaching a mach of speed just before she disappeared at a moment's notice. 'That girl must be special. Nah… Everyone's special. Though she's different. Black Star. So she exists. Looks like I gotta keep my head up. I wanna see her… Someday… Someday…'

Meanwhile in a white room, fashioned as an office along with its chairs and desk…

A newspaper was dropped on the desk as the girl with the height of 160cm, while wearing white attire with the noticeable white sunhat, was pretty much glaring at the newspaper, specifically at an article.

"Carla… Did you really have to be proud of your codename?"

Carla, now without her breather mask, looked at the newspaper and the article. The article read the name 'Black Star' and looked at Janeth. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Janeth sighs and looks at Carla calmly. "You already did something to let a few others remember you. They'll remember you as a legend who saved a unit from dying out in the war. That's something tolerable, but stupid in my watch. You could have just went for the target instead. And you used to be cold." She was about to make a glare at Carla when she calmed herself again and thought of the question before asking it: "What changed you?"

Carla shook her head. "Nothing changed from me. I thought I heard the name Caleb Jenson before. Well…"

"You're thinking of the recruit you were observing once from NATO."

"Yeah. Richie."

"I know. I've seen him in action too. Though… I think everything won't matter when he gets hunted down by the CIA. That's your window to get him out of there. But why help Caleb? Is it because he's related? He's not. Anyway, you'll be okay."

"No shit, Janeth. Richie's from another dimension like you told me. If I'm gonna recruit him in, I'm gonna need to be convincing."

"You're convincing enough, knowing you saved his archetype grandfather at where witches exist. His world doesn't have witches though, so you'll have to open his mind slowly thanks to that."

"Don't think I'm not aware."

"Good. Then there's no need for me to be around, for now." Janeth eventually opens some sort of portal behind her before she crosses it partially. "Just be careful and methodical. Good job today, Carla." And she smiled at Carla. "You've gained so much after our training. What happened back then wasn't the beginning. It's only now. It's because I have a string of assignments for you to do, and it's for something big."

"Mind telling me what it's about?"

"You know what my protocol is."

"I know. Adapt."

"That goes for situations too. You know how to analyze situations and figure out any changes. Figures things out for yourself. I did that the hard way without looking into the future so you're doing the same. As much as possible, I want you to act independently with reason." Janeth sighs. "I better go. I'm speaking too much."

"You always do. You're like a teacher."

"And you're making me look fucking old." Janeth lets her tongue out before pulling it back in just as she crosses her portal and it closes behind her.

"Still acting the same as a kid."

Meanwhile…

The shed was almost dark, but Carla was walking slowly, careful of not making any noise as she approached the bed of a man who was sleeping. She had a silenced pistol held in one hand. Eventually she stopped in front of the bed before she aimed her pistol at the sleeping man now facing the wall. Then she whispered to herself: "I told you, Janeth. I didn't completely change. I… am still your girl." And she pulls the trigger.

I'm not a hero, nor am I a messenger. I'm only someone who's doing the bidding of another. Whether it's be an assassin or just a regular witch, I do so. My name is Carla Stanz. I'm not perfect. I'm screwed up from the beginning when I knew I was a witch. My last parent was my mom. And I knew war was ugly enough and I didn't involve myself in it.

Then Janeth found me. She's a Magical Girl, but knows what I should do for better. She promised me she'll let me see the spirits of my parents one day. But that's not the reason why I accepted recruitment. I wanted to satisfy both myself, and someone who could do what she intends. I don't expect both things to go as planned, but I'm just doing whatever I can. I might be cold, but I could be warm as I choose to be.

Though, I don't change. Just how sure was it though? I guess time can only tell when I meet my match…

One day, I just might meet my match and anything could happen. I could get killed. I could get beaten until I'm lifeless. I don't care. I'm waiting until it happens. But until then… I want to get stronger. I remember my parents like they were scars on my heart. That's what keeps me sane. Perhaps it was the same reason Janeth recruited me to be her right hand in this Earth I know? And it keeps my heart to be like steel, but it can break anytime, which I'm aware of.

Life is ugly. I just haven't found the most beautiful part of it.

By the way… Call me Carla. My codename… is Black Star The Rebel.

End Log. And a few beeps were sounded before her recording ends…