I know, I know, it's been ages since I updated. BUT! It's only because I care. I kind of got a proofreader. And more, I've started up a BESM (Big Eyes Small Mouth) story, a Destiny Story, and I'm working on characters for an Accel World and a Tokyo Ghoul story. I've also got a bunch of essays needed done. But I'm not giving up on any of them! So I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it's not all that much, but it is one of the opening fights of the War.

I stared on in awe as the two servants slammed away at each other. One armed with a massive stone hammer, and my own servant with a jagged blade made from obsidian. With every hit, blocked or otherwise, a shockwave of power rippled out from the contenders. My skirt flapped wildly when the hammer slipped past Mufasa's guard and slammed into his chest. My Assassin going into a face off against a mighty Berserker.

It really shouldn't have even been much of a contest. Assassins were built around speed and stealth, but here he was, fighting hard and strong against a Berserker. My servant was quite amazing.

I knew that I had made a mistake almost immediately after kneeling down next to the little girl. She couldn't have been much more than ten, if even, and as soon as I was about to touch her, I could feel a power coming off of her like heat from a furnace. Immediately after, I felt a deadly glare burning into me. So stern it made my heart flutter briefly from fear. Luckily, Mufasa was quicker on the draw than I was, and he was already moving to protect me.

So now, it was time for me to do my part. While Mufasa stopped Berserker from attacking me, I needed to take care of the girl, then Berserker would be no problem.

A circle flashed out around me as I called forth energy. A fire spell, I decided quickly, before channeling my energy to that goal. My family wasn't as diverse or talented as many of the other families, but we were recognizable talents at element magic. Might as well play to my strengths and get this over with quickly. The spell flashed out of me, dancing between the two fighting servants and dropped down on top of the girl. My most powerful spell, to try and take her out easily and mercifully quick.

You can only imagine my surprise when the injury that should have appeared on the girl's back and shoulder instead flared into life upon my own. Searing agony ripped through my neck, tearing the breath from my lungs and my thoughts from my mind. It ripped down from there spreading the agony down to my back and continuing down. The pain was so sharp and fierce that it stole my ability to keep myself upright.

"Pride of Pride!" I heard Mufasa roar. I saw a faint image of some massive felines padding past to aid him, but then my vision went dark.

…...

When I woke up, I was honestly surprised to still be alive.

I was laying down on my stomach, my head turned to the left on a thin pillow. I was also amazed at how little I felt, but I also knew that that could be a bad thing as well. I had absolutely no idea what had happened during that fight.

I threw a ball of fire at her, aiming to drop it down on her back and neck. She had done something to turn that against me, but I had no idea what. All I could remember was intense pain starting from my neck and raging down my back. I had passed out before feeling the end of the pain, but now I felt nothing.

A growing sense of horror rose within me.

I tried to move my arm, but felt nothing. Trying to move a foot, more nothing. I tried to move my lips, and at least there I could tell that my lips moved, I just couldn't feel them anymore.

"Oh dear. Awake already?" I heard a familiar voice ask from above me. I sighed with relief at hearing my grandmother's voice. "Do you feel anything honey?"

The horror returned. "N-no." My voice sounded like I had swallowed a burning ember.

"Oh dear." She said as she stood up and moved around to where I was forced to look. "I was afraid of that." She knelt down on her heels in front of me. "It would appear that there is a rather large problem with your body now."

Don't say it. I begged in my head. I couldn't even bear to listen to myself again, so I was forced to stay silent.

She leaned down and slide her arms under me, helping me sit up. Somehow we managed to flip me over in a way that left me facing correctly, my flailing limbs barely doing anything to assist us.

Now I was sitting on my rear, facing a large full-length mirror I'd always had in my room. I was horrified at seeing myself in it. Where I had once had smooth, slightly tanned skin. I looked pale now. But I only looked pale because of the incredible pattern of scattered black bolts of jagged lightning crossing my body. So many of these bolts crisscrossed my body that I looked like I was wearing a black skin suit. They were all over me, my face, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, I'm sure they continued further down and even on my back. I just knew it.

"You cannot feel anything?" My grandmother whispered to me.

I couldn't bear it, I burst into tears. I knew she was rubbing my back, trying to comfort me, but I couldn't feel it.

My servant, Mufasa, choose that moment to come into the room. He was carrying a tray with food on it, which he brought over to me and laid it down on my lap.

"You need eat now." He said simply, before falling back to crouch on his heels. It was good to see him okay, considering he made it through a fight with a Berserker, seemingly unharmed. His midnight black skin was unmarred, and even the animal skins he wore seemed to be in perfect condition, from the leopard skins wrapped around his waist to the lion-headed mantle wrapped around his shoulders. His bald head glinted with beads of sweat from what he cooked for me. "I use violet tree, pull the evil from you. You feel ill soon, need rush to get it out, but after, you feel better, more energy."

He explained simply, but I was pretty sure I could understand him well enough. He'd given me some kind of traditional medicine in his simple attempt to help. But nothing he could do would be able to help now. My nerves were completely destroyed, fried throughout my body. My life was sure to be over. How could anybody do anything without the ability to feel anything?

I tried to move my hands. Slowly, but surely, I managed to move my right arm up and out from my body. It was difficult to keep focus, but I managed. I could only do it so long as I was watching my hand, which I quickly learned when I turned to smile at my grandmother and heard her gasp. My hand had fallen and landed down in the bowl of hot soup Mufasa had brought me.

At least, I assumed it was hot, judging from the steam rising from it. I couldn't feel it though. I raised my hand back up, and saw, yeah, quite hot. Even just a few seconds in the soup had turned my hand a bright painful looking red.

I was determined to do this though. So, glaring down at my disobedient hand, I slowly wrapped my fingers around the spoon. It took some time, but I eventually succeeded, working more on the memory of what it felt like to move those fingers than feeling now. For what seemed like an hour, I just tried to curl my fingers around it.

"Honey, just calm down, lie down and I'll feed you."

"No!" I snapped at her. I felt terrible about yelling at my grandmother, she'd basically raised me since my parents split, neither one taking up a fight for custody. "I have to do this! If I can't even do this, then I'm worthless to Mufasa! I might as well just give up the fight right now!"

She flinched back from my outburst, and I felt bad briefly, but it could only last a little while.

I sensed her pull away from me, but chose instead to ignore that, still working on getting my fingers to obey me. With that same sense I'd used before, I 'felt' another presence come up behind me and sit down. Mufasa, had to be.

He pressed his body up against me, hard muscles touching my back. At least, that's what my assumptions told me. Using my magical sense, I could feel him, could feel the massive presence of all of that energy, but I couldn't feel him. He reached around, now I could at least see his hand as it reached toward mine. He gently cupped his hand around mine and helped me to grab onto the spoon.

"For now. You need rest, you need food, we retrain your body later. Must have energy before you can work." He whispered to me. "First, we feed you. Good food gray-hair make just for you. Must have lots of food for ill to come out on. You feel better after it leaves."

That sense of horror returned when I realized what he meant. Oh god. In order to help me, he had forced me to take a laxative! I would never live this humiliation down...

I'm gonna kill him, I swear!