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Finally, onto chapter 4! I hope you enjoy!

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It had been about a day since Cordellia had sent her messenger out to inform General Damon about the Marmota, but the messenger had not returned to the castle. Cordellia had been getting a little worried, so she sent out a soldier to find out if anything had happened with General Damon's forces.

A few hours later, loud knocks could be heard throughout the throne room. A guard pulled the creaking majestic doors open. The soldier Cordellia had sent out before came running into the massive hallway, his face plastered with fear and confusion.

"General Damon's forces have been destroyed by the Marmota!" the soldier shouted, his voice echoing into the grand hallway. Cordellia looked shocked at this news, but Borg had a twisted smile on it, for this meant that nothing could stop Maximilian, and he would be crowned the new king of Gallia.

Cordellia regained her composure and sat up out of her seat and breathed nervously.

"It will take a while, but please send a messenger out to the militia forces that are coming back to Randgriz. Without them, it will be impossible to stop the Marmota only with the royal guard," she said nervously. The militia has done some amazing accomplishments, and all Cordellia could hope is that they could create another miracle to save Gallia.

The soldier nodded his head and ran out the doors, determined to get to the militia as quickly as possible. Back in the throne room, Cordellia sighed. The situation was degrading fast. There was no way the militia could make it back to Randgriz before Maximilian arrived, but she would stall him for as long as possible.

Borg looked over at the princess and smiled. She was staking it all on the militia. He knew they had accomplished some unbelievable things, but even they would be no match against a fully armed 'Battleship on Legs,' which was what the engineers liked to call the Marmota. He walked in front of Cordellia and bowed, pretending as though he cared for her as he spoke.

"Cordellia, why don't you head back to your room and get some rest. I'll handle any affairs that occur in the meantime."

Cordellia nodded and got up from her throne, and walked out of the throne room. She walked through the empty halls, the only sounds that could be heard came from her own footsteps echoing throughout the large hallways. She eventually came to her room and got inside. She removed her headdress, which concealed her biggest secret; her dark blue hair that branded her as a Darcsen and represented her family's dark past.

When the Valkyrur invaded the area where modern-day Gallia is located, they were unstoppable. None of the Darcsen knew how to combat the Valkyrur, and were quickly demolished by them. However, one Darcsen family betrayed their fellow people and leaked information about Darcsen weapons and battle tactics, as well as their leaders to the Valkyrur. The Valkyrur awarded this family by giving them reign of the area, but the family disguised themselves to look like the Valkyrur so the oppressed Darcsen would never know. Then the Valkyrur cast the blame of the destruction they caused on the oppressed Darcsens, which would create an era of Darcsen discrimination.

I carry the sin that my ancestors committed. The sin that has caused massive discrimination to Darcsens, but all I can do is bear it. At least for now. If a miracle occurs and we win the war, then I'll reveal myself to the public. The citizens deserve the right to know what I truly am and I hope it will help ease discrimination against Darcsens.

She got into bed and closed her eyes, but her thoughts tormented her, so it took a while before she fell asleep. Even then, sometimes she wouldn't be able to escape from her thoughts, and she would have a nightmare. However, she would be able to escape from them for today.

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Jaeger put the fire out and walked over to Selvaria, who was gazing up at the stars. He put a hand on her shoulder and yawned.

"Time to get some sleep Selvaria. We have a big day tomorrow. We'll have to find a way to talk to their leader, and convince them that we're not enemies anymore," he mentioned, his voice also sounding tired.

Selvaria looked over at him and she yawned as well. It was dark out and trying to get closer to the militia would only make them think that it was a surprise attack. This would be bad, because Selvaria wanted to help them, not harm them. She yawned again and gave into her fatigue, and walked back with Jaeger to the Lupus, where a makeshift sleeping bag was spread out on the floor. Jaeger was first for the night watch, so Selvaria slid into the sleeping bag. It felt very rough but she wasn't complaining, for it was keeping her warm in this cold night. She and Jaeger switched night watch duties every two hours, so she used the time to think about what she was going to do after the war.

First off, I'll help Jaeger restore Fhirald's sovereignty, but what then? Well, I'll either find a home in Fhirald or find one in Gallia. I could always just stay in the military, but I want to try other things. I was raised to be a soldier through and through, and I never got to have human contact besides the scientists that would constantly be putting me through different tests. Those scientists wanted to find out how to awaken a Valkyur's power, and the tests were a trial-and-error process for them.

The soldiers have always complimented my cooking whenever I did. They said things like 'It was delicious!' and 'Why don't you become a cook for the Emperor? He'd love your food.' When Fhirald is once again a stable nationagain, perhaps I'll be a cook and open a diner.

But for now, I have to focus on the current conflict. Jaeger told me that Maximilian has been secretly developing a massive vehicle called the Marmota. I don't know how powerful it is, but if it's like the Batomys, then it'll be unbelievably powerful. We have to destroy it and Maximilian, or who knows what chaos will erupt?

But will you be able to strike him down Selvaria? Could you strike down the man you secretly still love? You can deny it, but it won't make it fact.

Selvaria jolted for a second. She could have sworn she had just heard a voice. It sounded like hers, but it sounded more…evil. She shook her head and brushed a hand through her silver hair.

I'm probably just tired, was all she thought. Luckily for her, Jaeger had gotten up and told her to get some sleep. She slid back into the rough sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep.

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The sun had risen, and the sound of a door opening could be heard as a maid walked into Maximilian's room and took out a little bell. The maid rang the bell and Maximilian's eyes slowly slid open, his body rising and sitting straight up as he rubbed his eyes for a moment. The maid bowed and laid his imperial outfit and armor out on the floor.

"Would you like to have your breakfast sent to the bridge as usual your grace?" she said softly, her voice having a little tone of nervousness to it. Maximilian nodded, and the maid bowed again and left the room. Maximilian walked to the bridge and sat in his seat, placing his elbow on the armrest, letting his head lay on the palm of his hand.

"How far are we from Randgriz?" he said groggily, still trying to fully wake up. One of the soldiers at the controls got up and bowed in front of Maximilian.

"Good morning your majesty. We are about a ten hour trip from Randgriz. We encountered a landslide last night, so we had to take a detour. Here is your radio communicator," the soldier reported, holding out a device in his hand. Maximilian smiled and grabbed the device, and held down the red button. The device in question was linked to a network of radios throughout the Marmota, so everyone on board could hear any announcement Maximilian made. He breathed in for a moment and spoke into the device.

"This is Prince Maximilian. All tank divisions are to report to their battle stations. The Marmota will be stopping in a minute. Once it's stopped, all tanks will leave the Marmota through the deployment hatches and head to Vassel bridge to set up a brigade, in case the militia come back before Gallia surrenders."

The Marmota's engines began to quiet down over the course of a few minutes, and then the juggernaut came to a halt. Five hatches on the rear of the Marmota opened up, and wave after wave of tanks began to pour out. About half of these tanks bore a certain symbol. This symbol was none other than Fhirald's old flag and these tanks used to be Jaeger's men, the soldiers of Fhirald.

After all the tanks had been deployed, the Marmota's engines roared once again, and it began to move slowly forward, and after a few minutes, it returned back to its normal speed. Maximilian got up out of his chair and went out onto the massive deck of the Marmota. He looked over at the deployed tank battalion, and thought to himself.

The tanks have a large distance to cover, but luckily for Us, once they escape the forest area, the terrain will be downhill, so they'll be able to gain speed going down the hills towards Vassel.

Satisfied with how events were turning out, Maximilian stepped back inside of the Marmota, and returned to the bridge.

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The militia has resumed its march back to Randgriz, but little did they know they would have some very unexpected guests arriving that day. Varrot was sitting in a Gallian APC when her body fell forward as the vehicle suddenly stopped, her paperwork scattering across the floor in the process. She opened the rear hatch of the vehicle and stepped outside. Gallian troops were running every which way, grabbing their guns and lances. Amidst this chaos Varrot managed to find Largo, who was loading his lance with several rounds of ammo.

"What is going on Largo?" she shouted, sounding as forceful and demanding as she could. Among the possible scenarios that could have happened, Largo just had to have said the worst.

"The Empire's Valkyria has been spotted in front of our force!" he shouted back, only paying about half attention to what she was saying. Of all the Empire's units that had to come, it had to have been the Valkyria.

"Where is the rest of Squad 7?" she said, calming herself a little. Getting angry was not going to make this situation any better. She had nearly killed an imperial count in her anger, but it was thanks to Largo that she didn't, or she would probably be in a jail cell right now.

"The boss and Alicia are over there somewhere, trying to get Squad 7 together. I came over here because there was no more lance ammunition where I was before." Largo said as he snapped the spearhead back onto the shaft, and ran off towards where he had pointed before, Varrot running right beside him.

Selvaria and Jaeger both expected this to happen. After all, Selvaria did annihilate a large portion of Gallia's army at Naggiar, so naturally they'd try to kill her on sight. She was standing on top of a hill, wielding her Valkyrian spear and shield. However, the spear was lodged into the dirt so that it was standing vertically from the ground, and she was still holding the top. She was planning on just sitting there, letting all the Gallian bullets and missiles hit her, for they couldn't damage her anyway. The Valkyria's flame that surrounded their bodies granted invincibility to all weaponry except any weapons that have tremendous power. Essentially, only Gallia's Valkyria could damage her.

I hope they are intelligent enough to realize I'm not attacking them. I have to show them I'm not an enemy. If they stop attacking, then Jaeger will wave the white flag he made out of those documents in the Lupus. If they don't stop attacking, or their Valkyria appears, we'll retreat. We'd just have to defeat Maximilian alone then.

Defeat him? Hah. You will freeze on the spot when you try to kill him and you know it.

Selvaria looked around quickly to her sides and rear. There was no one close to her, but yet, she still heard that voice, despite it being hard to hear because of all the bullets whistling past her face or reflecting off of the blue flame and hitting the ground. She was lost in thought for a second before she realized that a Gallian tank had opened fired on her. Her shield began to spin and she raised it just before the tank shell reached her, which caused the tank shell to reflect off its metallic blue surface and into the sky, where it exploded harmlessly.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the tank that fired on her was the tank that Squad 7's commander drove at Ghirlandaio. Ironically, it was the same one that also fired at her during the battle of Barious, where she first got to demonstrate her Valkyrian powers to the Gallian militia.

Welkin knew that the tank shell would be useless, but he attempted it since the Valkyria looked like she wasn't paying attention. He took a quick look over at Alicia, and raised an eyebrow when he saw her confused expression. Alicia looked at him and was just about to say something, but Welkin knew what she was about to say.

"Why hasn't she attacked us yet? She's just standing there, and her spear's even lodged into the ground," Welkin questioned. Alicia closed her mouth and nodded in agreement. If Selvaria wanted to destroy Gallia's militia, she could have easily just charged right at them and slaughtered them within minutes. However, she was just standing there, letting bullets and tanks shells blow up aimlessly against that blue fire of hers.

"Kreiss, hand me the radio speaker," Welkin commanded, climbing down into the Edelweiss. Kreiss picked up the radio speaker and put it in Welkin's hand and then Welkin climbed back up. He brushed the speaker a bit, and then spoke into it.

"Varrot, tell the militia to cease-fire. The Valkyria's not attacking us, so I doubt that she came her to kill us," he said. A couple seconds later, Varrot's voice could be heard.

"I was thinking something like that, but I wasn't too sure. Alright, I'll tell the men to cease-fire, but if that Valkyria raises her lance then we'll be attacking her again," she said, sounding very cautious of the matter. After all, it could be a trap. A few seconds later, Varrot's voice was heard on the open channel telling all units to temporarily cease-fire. The soldiers shot some more bullets, but they slowly lowered their guns, still having them at their waist so they could easily bring them back up and fire again.

Selvaria noticed that the Gallians had stopped firing, which meant that they had realized that she doesn't want to kill them. As if to back up her affirmation that she wasn't going to attack, she let go of her lance and walked about a few meters away from it, trying to show the Gallians that she meant no harm.

Two minutes passed in eerie silence, which was Jaeger's cue. The Lupus drove to the top of the hill and stopped. In response, the militia's anti-tank personnel had their lances raised and aimed at the Lupus. The Lupus's hatch opened, and Jaeger stepped out, and began waving the white flag that was made out of the documents that stated Fhirald's sovereignty would be restored by Maximilian, for he wouldn't be needing them anymore.

The sound of gasps and confusion could be heard from Gallia's militia as they were trying to grasp what had just happened. Varrot stepped forward a bit and put on a headset so she could be heard by Selvaria and Jaeger.

"If you are surrendering, then throw down all your equipment, put your hands into the air and revert back to your normal state Valkyria!" she demanded. Selvaria and Jaeger followed her wishes and Selvaria put her shield down, as well as dispersing the blue flame. Jaeger reached into his coat and placed his small handgun on the ground then raised his hands into the air, with Selvaria following right after.

Varrot spoke into her radio a few times, and then several soldiers, as well as the Edelweiss and Alicia, slowly moved forward, still cautious of the two Imperials.

They reached the top of the hill quickly and two Gallian soldiers walked over to the two former Triumvitri and placed handcuffs on them.

Before she was taken to one of the prisoner cell vehicles, Selvaria looked over at Alicia for a second.

"Valkyria…I have a new cause for which my life shall serve. That is, only if your commander would like our assistance," Selvaria softly said, as she and Jaeger were taken away to the prison vehicles, leaving behind a shocked and somewhat excited Alicia. Selvaria smiled, for their plan had worked. Now, she would have to wait until the commander of the militia forces speaks to her.

Selvaria was placed in a small room, almost feeling like a cage to her. Jaeger had been taken to a different vehicle, his room equally as small. The only thing in the room was a bed. There was nothing else she could do, so she laid down on the hard mattress, and stared at the ceiling. In a few minutes. she had dozed off. Jaeger on the other hand, tore off pieces of his white flag, and played catch with one of Fhirald's captured soldiers, who happened to be in the cell directly across from his. Every so often, they would stop and talk about many things, such as the past and the future.

Although Selvaria was sound asleep, another force was still awake within her.

Hmm…Now that she's with these Gallian fools, I'll have to try and overpower her consciousness when she lets her guard down. Then I'll have this body. She thought she could just betray his Grace like that? Once I have this body, I'll start by eradicating these pathetic insects that call themselves soldiers, then I'll return to his Grace. I serve him and him alone and I'll get everything back to normal.

Selvaria was quickly taken away from her pleasant dream due to a Gallian soldier hitting one of the bars of her cell with a metal baton. She felt his gaze underneath that helmet he was wearing. Once he saw she was awake, he put the baton away.

"Commander Varrot wishes to talk to you and your comrade. For security measures, you'll be escorted by Squad 7 and they'll be fully armed, so don't try anything stupid," he gruffed, his helmet muffling his voice a little. He pointed to the rear hatch of the vehicle, and she walked towards it. The soldier had taken his handgun out and was aiming it directly at Selvaria's head, ready to shoot if she attacked.

Interested in what mobile Gallian prisons looked like, she turned her back and gazed at the vehicle she had come from. The vehicle was big, no doubt about that. Selvaria would have guessed that it was a big as a house. It moved on tank treads and looked like it was an over-sized Gallian APC. However, the only weapons it had were two mounted machine guns at the back, presumably to prevent anyone from attacking the radiator.

When she had turned her head back, the different members of Squad 7 were standing there, all equipped like they were about to go into a large battle.

It can't be helped if they don't trust me and Jaeger yet. We'll just have to win their trust over time. Before he got himself killed in Fouzen, Gregor always said that actions speak louder than words. It was due to those words that I always asked Maximilian to deploy me on a mission, for I wanted to show my worth to him through winning battles.

Silence filled the air as she was escorted, although she would look at some of the members of Squad 7 whenever she could. She looked up and saw a very large tent up ahead, which was most likely commander Varrot's tent that the soldier mentioned. With fierce determination in her eyes, she opened the flap of the tent and walked inside. Jaeger was sitting in a chair and was leaning against the wall, because it always made him feel cosier. On the other side of the room were multiple armed soldiers, as well as a woman sitting at a desk.

Her elbows were resting on the desk, her arms bent upward and her hands folded together, making a small arch that her head was resting on. She had black hair and wore glasses, which were reflecting light off of them. The woman was staring at Selvaria, as if trying to analyze everything about her. After a few moments, she unfolded her hands and adjusted her glasses.

"Sit down over there. We'll hear what you have to say. Not to mention you should feel lucky. All the commanders simply wanted to execute you two, but Sergeant Alicia Melchiott told them to at least listen to you two. They agreed, since they owed her a debt for her actions at Naggiar," Varrot commanded, putting up her usual demanding and stubborn tone in her voice.

Alicia Melchiott. So that was the name of Gallia's Valkyria. If everything goes as planned, she would go and thank Alicia later for convincing the higher ups. Selvaria walked over and sat down next to Jaeger. She would convince them, even if she didn't earn their trust at first, she would convince them. After all, the Marmota could be busting through the gates of Randgriz at any point.

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Her 'other' self, as I call it, is her past, and as they say, it is hard to forget the past, and it may even come back to be your worst nightmare…

But, asides from that, will Selvaria and Jaeger be accepted into the ranks of the militia?

Will Selvaria's other consciousness overpower her?

Who knows…wait…I do. Well, you'll all find out in future chapters ^_^