Bloodborne Twin Chapter 6

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They had spent around fifteen minutes walking through the forest in silence since their battle with the creatures of Grimm. Neither said a word, each always looking side to side their own way and listening to anything that was off as they came ever closer to Huckleberry. Quinn held his rifle loosely in his arms, locked and loaded to shoot down any Grimm that decided to ambush them. Ella did not have her pistol out, and was walking as if everything was normal, but her hand was always near her sidearm, ready to quickly draw it the moment she heard something was off.

Meanwhile her thoughts strayed back to their short conversation about Aura. He said it was a manifestation of their soul and that it strengthened them and protected them, like a forcefield? It kind of sounded similar to her magic, but she could not be certain. Then he said something about her heated blades being that of her Semblance. Did not semblance mean the outward appearance or apparent form of something, especially when the reality is different? How could heating her blades be part of the meaning of said word? That was just her inner power and nothing more.

Seriously, her magic being that of her aura and Semblance? Yeah, right. But the subject stubbornly tugged at her, her curiosity begging to know more, and a source of fresh information was walking right next to her. He had promised to tell her about it, and certainly there were not any Grimm nearby, so perhaps now would be the time to know more?

After a minute of walking she finally broke the silence.

"So, Quinn," Ella spoke up, slightly annoying him as he distracted it from his attentive scan of their surroundings, "you said that Aura gives people strength and protection, what else do you know about it?"

He hummed in thought for a bit. "To be honest with you, not a whole lot. I do remember a passing Huntsman telling me that Aura can be manipulated to help them in battle."

"How so?"

"It's kinda hard to explain. It's like moving water with your mind, you just gotta focus on certain parts of your body, like your legs to run faster or jump higher, or your arms to give yourself more strength or to give more power to your punches. It's like a new habit, it takes a while to master. But you never think too much about it, you just do it."

In all honesty, he had never been taught that much about Aura during his years of training in the Atlesian Army. All he had been told was that it acted as his shield and as an amplifier, and to only rely more on his training as a soldier, not act like a hero. Heroes died young and reckless, his drill instructor said, and soldiers lived smarter and tougher.

He silently cursed the instructor's memory. For the good that did for me and my fellow soldiers.

"So what about Semblances?" she asked.

He tilted his head up in thought. "Well, they're the manifestation of one's Innate and personal power, an ability unique to each person. The nature of it also represents the user's character, or so I was told."

"So how does it work?"

"It's more like a tangible projection of one's aura, and that Aura is needed in order for said Semblance to activate."

"So it's like magic?"

He shook his head. "No, it's not."

She looked away and pondered in thought for a moment. Everything she was hearing was becoming more peculiar the more she compared it to her magic. It felt weird learning that they sound like they're one in the same, but she still felt unconvinced. Maybe an example would help her understand better. "Know of anyone with a Semblance?"

He hummed in thought, remembering the times a Huntsman or Huntress would come through Huckleberry, either on assignment or just paying a visit. There were other times during his days in the military when he witnessed a Specialist doing incredible feats on the battlefield. "I do remember a certain Specialist in the Atlas military. Winter was it? Yeah, she had a cold and dignified personality even when off duty. She has this Semblance that could summon glyphs to aid her and hinder her opponents. I wish I could say more, but I'm not an expert.

"Let's see," he continued, "there's also this one Huntress who could turn into a flock of crows made out of shadow stuff, and a Huntsman who could change his skin to stone."

Those sounded like good examples of magic, but he had said they were not. Hearing those examples made her feel that maybe he was right; maybe her inner power was her Semblance, but there was only one thing which did not add up. It did not fit with her character whatsoever. She always believed that she had been empowered from the blood transfusion in Yharnam, a fact leading led her to think that it was, in her own words, 'blood magic' after all.

As she was pondering, suddenly a memory flashed before her mind.

She was a little girl again, and this time she was out on the city sidewalks with her twin sister and two adults she would assume were her parents. Her sister walked along with mother, holding her hand while Ella rode on her father's shoulders. She was having a fun time being on his shoulders, and she could see everything from up there. She saw a lot of people in one street, and saw many market stalls and games. She could only assume that the family was all there for some kind of festival.

As she looked on, admiring the many stalls these people had, something amazing caught her eye. People were gathering around a handsome looking man who had dark brown, slicked back hair, a handlebar mustache, natural eyebrows and a goatee. His attire and accent seemed strange, as if he came from a foreign land far away from here and he was gathering all to come and see, but that was not what she was looking at; she was looking at the floating swords which slowly danced around him.

"Mama! Papa!" She begged. "Can we watch the man who plays with swords? Please?"

She heard the smile in her father's voice. "I guess we can spend a minute or two here. But only if you promise never to touch a knife at home."

"I won't! I promise!" She nodded emphatically, her eyes glowing with fascination at the spectacle.

They all found a good spot in the crowd to see him, her sister lifted up to mother's shoulders to see what he would do. He ordered everyone to give him space, and a few minutes later, he suddenly summoned two rapier like swords out of thin air and held them in his hands... and out of nowhere the floating swords started attacking him. He parried, dodged, and moved like a great dancer, the likes of which no one had ever seen. Then he took to the air in mid fight, and stood on a single sword on one foot as he continued the fight with the flying swords while staying perfectly balanced. One by one the swords disappeared with each strike he made until there was only one sword left. He jumped off the sword, and as the final two swords went in to strike him down, he made them disappear with the crisscrossing swing of his dual swords, thus ending the staged fight.

He made his swords disappear and took a bow as the crowd applauded him for his spectacular performance. Ella and her sister were clapping and cheering as well as her parents. She was truly amazed by his display, and the way he summoned and controlled his swords seemed like magic to her. When the sword dancer finished his bow he looked in their direction, but he wasn't looking at just anybody. He looked directly at Ella and winked.

Her memory ended there, but for some reason she felt very uncomfortable. Just what was that, and who was that strange, sword summoning man with the closely familiar rapiers? Better yet, why was he looking at the Hunter herself of all people? There were many questions swirling around her mind, making her spaced out that she didn't realize Quinn was looking at her after being quiet for a few minutes.

"Hey, Ella?" Asked Quinn. Hearing her name broke her out of her troubled thoughts and looked to her partner, who was giving her a slightly raised eyebrow and a concerned look. "Something bothering you?"

"It was just a memory," she answered somewhat dismissively.

"What was it about?" He had not believed her initial claims of amnesia, but as she started seeing bits and pieces of things she could not explain it became increasingly evident that there was some substance to that claim, and he had taken it upon himself to assist her in making sense of such snippets. In this fashion, he had found explanations for most of them, and as that helped her get a clearer picture of the workings of this world, she started to believe that perhaps there was a place for her here after all. At the same time, Quinn was realising he had been wrong: having dismissed Ella's amnesia as convenient lies, he had believed she knew about Grimm, although in a different fashion, but as it turned out, she had had no idea whatsoever about them after all.

She sighed. "I… I was a little girl, walking with my… twin sister… and with my parents, or at least I guess they were my parents. We were in some kind of fair or festival… there was this foreigner there who had an act where he made swords dance and fight on their own, and he would fight them." Quinn squinted at the mention of flying swords; it seemed weird to him that there was someone with a Semblance to levitate swords, but he commented nothing. "He was incredibly skilled. At the end of his performance he dismissed his swords, and they vanished… but it was what he did in the end that really bothers me.

"After he bowed to the crowd he… looked up at me and… winked at me."

"He winked at you? Specifically?" The way she spoke of her discomfort on that last part bothered him, too, and for all he knew that strange man could have been a pedophile.

"Yes, and it made me feel… disgusted for some reason, but that was all I could remember." She looked to him, perhaps in hopes that he might know who this man was. "Do you know of anyone who can summon swords out of thin air?"

"Ella, I have seen Huntsmen and Huntresses come through Huckleberry from time to time, but they rarely show off their Semblance in public just to entertain the people. So no, I haven't seen anyone who can do something like that.

"By the way," he added, "can you describe this festival for me?"

She thought back on that for a bit. "Well, there were games and food stands everywhere, and there were a lot of signs, but they all seemed blurry to me," She answered while she looked over her new memory.

"Was there any sign that would stand out?" He persistently asked. He had an idea what it could be, but there were other festivals which also had games and food stalls as well.

Ella focused harder on the memory, trying to discern a single sign anywhere that could be clear enough. She did recall one large sign hanging above the crowds, the name sounding weird though. "I think there's a sign that said…. veetal? vittal? Vital?"

"Ah, you were at the Vytal festival," he corrected her pronunciation.

"What is that?"

"It's a festival dedicated to the cultures of the four kingdoms, and it's the most important festival of them all."

"Why is that?"

"You see, the Vytal festival represents unity and peace between the kingdoms, and it happens every two years. They celebrate with dances, parades, and open a combat tournament."

"Really? A combat tournament?"

"Yup, it's a tournament where hunters-in-training compete to represent their kingdom. That's what makes the festival very special. Also, the festival doesn't happen in all four kingdoms, it rotates to each kingdom every two years, in which said kingdom will open its borders to visitors worldwide."

She hummed to herself and stayed quiet for a while, but soon she decided to bring up the original subject, just to help keep her thoughts away from the memory. "Anyways, what about you? Do you have a Semblance?"

"Maybe, and even if I did, I wouldn't even bother."

That statement made her raise an eyebrow in puzzlement. "Why is that?"

He sighed. It was not because he was uncomfortable talking about his past, far from it in fact. It was merely because he was tired of being called a hero. "Well, a long time ago, Huckleberry was attacked by Grimm. While everyone hid in the bunker, waiting for the hunters to arrive to wipe them out, I stayed behind because a few didn't make it in time. So there I was, ready to hopelessly sacrifice myself to keep them safe from the horde when suddenly, I felt something strange happen to me. It was like all my senses and reflexes got a huge boost, and before I knew it I was dodging and killing Grimm left and right like I became some kind of super soldier.

"I lost count of how many I've put down, but I know I've killed a lot, and this strange feeling made me feel invincible. But then, I suddenly lost that feeling mid fight, and it soon became a fight for my life. I kept fighting on both adrenaline and instinct as best I could, but in the end I got battered and bloodied to the point where I was just standing on my last two legs. That's when the cavalry finally came in and mopped up the rest, saving my life. After I got patched up I was given the medals of Honor, Courage, Valor, and Sacrifice by the General of Atlas himself."

"That was very heroic on your part," she pondered.

He sighed again. "I wouldn't call myself that. I'm a soldier, not a Huntsman. Anyways, I did try to summon that feeling again, that maybe it was my Semblance, but after a few months of trying, I just gave up. So I settled down, got married, and formed a guard militia."

She could empathize with him in an odd fashion of sorts, but there was just one thing that did not feel right. He said he had tried to rediscover his Semblance but could not. Maybe he should have asked a Huntsman for help? She looked to him again. "Have you tried asking someone for help?"

"To find my Semblance? Yeah, I did for those few months, but they never stuck around long enough to guide me. They have a busy schedule of hunting Grimm everyday, so it's a never ending job for them and less time for me to learn."

"Oh, I see." His answer rang a bit hollow to her. Was he lying? Had he really sought help? She could not tell. They continued their journey in silence, but as they approached the village clearing the Hunter's mind kept coming back to the strange swordmaster that had winked at her.

Meanwhile, in the distance, a lone black crow took to the sky without a noise, circled once over the scores of slowly dissolving Grimm corpses, and then flew in the way of Huckleberry

-Fifteen minutes later-

The gates opened to reveal only the Good Hunter herself as she walked through the giant doors leading inside. Quinn took the direction of the farm to tell him the Ursa problem had been dealt with, and told her he will meet up with her back at the house. So, she walked through the dirt paved, busy streets of Huckleberry, casually looking around at the common folk usually lounging about conversing while the guards went by. They would usually greet her as she passed by and she would do the same.

She was an inquisitive Hunter, and had learned much from Quinn's family and the villagers which helped her to realize just how different it was between Remnant and the world she knew. She had learned that she was living in the village farther north from the forest of Forever fall and of the Kingdom of Vale, one of the four standing kingdoms in the world called Remnant. Her curiosity was insatiable, having gorged on their kingdom's culture, history, Dust, and pretty much everything she could get. Her mind had absorbed all of it like a sponge.

Relearning of the world was a necessary education and all, but her shell shock was a different story, all thanks to Yharnam. It had been rough the first day in Huckleberry, the first time she had went through the village with Quinn, and the horrible feeling of nakedness and vulnerability caused by walking around without her gear, especially when she had to endure being on a gathering of people in an inn. Plus there were times when certain sounds would take her mind right back to Yharnam, but she managed to come back to reality just as quickly thanks to her friend. The next two days had seen improvement, however, and although she now felt more comfortable talking to people, she still felt uneasy when being in a crowd.

The biggest challenge to her were the Faunus. The hunter's side of her conscience still told her they were changing into beasts and needed to be put down, but so far nothing ever happened to them, a fact that had a nasty consequence: she had to begin doubting her hunter side. The Faunus neither attacked her nor did they even attack anyone. Plus their animal appendages were not the same, save for the Wolf Faunus she had seen three nights ago, but that was not the point. The point was that they acted and looked like normal human beings, and it baffled her. Her confusion and fear of them came to an end, however, when she came face to face with her first Faunus at the Maple Ren inn. The owner of the establishment turned out to be the Deer Faunus she had seen three nights ago. It went a little rough at first because she did not know how to converse with someone who was not exactly human, and things would have ended badly if Quinn had not stepped in and helped. It was thanks to him that she started warming up to her and the other Faunus. Of course he had to tell her what she had gone through in order to go easy on her.

She would have laughed at the irony, not because of her conversation, but because talking to them reminded her of Djura back in Old Yharnam. She remembered his saying: "The things you hunt, they're not beasts. They're people." The concept was different between this world and Yharnam, but at least she could now follow that understanding to heart this time.

Her progress was small in just a few days, but she was getting better nonetheless. Her memories, on the other hand, were coming to her in pieces. She had already accepted the fact that she belonged in Remnant, but it still didn't help her in recovering her memories quickly. So all she had to do was wait.

She soon arrived at the house, and sitting on the front porch was Lavi petting his rabbit, Jasper. The boy looked up as she came close and gave a jubilant smile. "Ella! Welcome back," he said as he waved his hand to her, but was then confused when his father was not with her. He picked up Jasper and walked up to her. "Where's dad?"

She smiled warmly. It was impossible not to find the boy endearing. "He went to go see the farmer. He'll be back shortly. I promise."

"Okay," came the positive reply, and then he remembered what he wanted to tell her. "Oh, mom told me to wait for you when you came back. Another Huntress came here and wanted to see you."

This had her curious. "Really, what for?"

"Just to talk to you I guess. I'll bring you to her," he led the way into the house. Once they soon reached the dining room, the Hunter saw his mother, but stood frozen and wide eyed at the sight of someone very familiar sitting at the table drinking tea with her. This Huntress wore the Crow Hunter outfit, and was recognized very easily by the heavily torn strips of her capes to make them look like wings. Her face was also familiar, having dark skin, brown eyes and tied back…. black hair? On further inspection she looked younger than she remembered. There was barely a single wrinkle on her face.

"Ah, good afternoon, Ella," Eileen greeted calmly with a light smile.

"Eileen?" She asked while still being shocked. "Where did you…? How did-?"

"All will be explained in due time, dear," she halted her sputtering. "Just know that it has been a long time since we last spoke." That comment only puzzled her further.

"Please, have a seat," Eileen gestured to the chair next to her. She obliged and took the seat, but was still shocked in seeing one of the old hunters, although not old anymore by the look of her, sitting here drinking tea like her death had never happened. There were questions she wanted answered, but she did not know where to start.

"Ginger," asked the former Crow Hunter as she looked to the owner of the house, "will you please excuse us? I would like to talk to her in private."

"Sure thing," she nodded, and got up. "Lavi, come with me. Let's wait for your father outside."

"But, mama! I want to stay!" he pouted. "I want to know what she wants with Ella!"

"If you behave, she will tell you later if she can. If you are naughty now she won't." She sent a surreptitious wink at Ella, which had the added effect of dispelling some of her bewilderment. The Huntress played along, her voice deadpan:

"You don't want to embarrass your mother, don't you, Lavi?"

The boy stared stonily at the ground. "No."

Reluctantly he held her mother's hand. Eileen smiled approvingly. Soon mother and child were gone, the door closed behind them.

An uncomfortable silence followed, but it did not last long before Eileen started:

"I suppose you have questions concerning me."

"Maybe a few…. but just how the bloody hell did you get here!?"

Eileen was not the least bit surprised by her little outburst, she expected this would happen once they finally met. "The same way you got here, really, although I woke up under a much different situation than you did."

"What do you mean the same way?" Ella asked incredulously at the Crow Hunter, not understanding what she just meant. "I died with a bloody scythe severing my head off, and you were bleeding to death!"

"I know that, which is precisely what I mean, we both. Died."

"Okay. Fine." No, actually there was nothing fine about that. "But… why do you look younger than I remembered?"

"I was just about to get to that part, just be patient." She had accompanied these words with a single raised index finger. "Now, as for how I'm thirty six years old rather than being sixty…. Well, I woke up as a little orphan girl, lying right on the front steps of an orphanage. Strange that I could not remember who I was at first, but later on I regained who I am, but got better."

Ella dwelt on her words for a moment. "I… think… I understand?" she said haltingly. It was beyond strange to see her in this fashion, still the dusty old crow she had always been.

But then an idea flashed in her mind: what if she had not been the only one to come to Remnant? Could they be living a different life right now?

And most important of all: could there be an all powerful being capable of sending people into new lives?

"Do you think the Great Ones sent you here?"

She took a sip of tea, then cleared her throat. "Perhaps. I have thought about it for a while. To be honest, I wasn't even the first one here. I did see Gascoigne and Henryk still doing their job as Hunters, but of a safer sort without the plague, mind you." A strange smile crept slowly into her lips. "As for the others, you'll just have to see with your own eyes."

If Ella thought that today would not get any more shocking, Eileen had this to say. "And perhaps they sent you back here as well."

"Maybe…," she soon did a double take on the last part she said, "wait, what?"

"Hmm?"

"You said they sent me back here, how did you know I was born in Remnant?"

"Well it took me a long while to realize what you used in the Hunt wasn't part of your blood. All it took was to be in a hunter academy for four years in order to understand who you really were."

"So what you're saying is…?"

"Yes, Ella, that that was your Aura and Semblance, not blood magic."

"Oh…. so Quinn was right after all," she muttered. "And this also means I don't have that blood anymore."

"That is correct, you now have a newly clean slate." A raised eyebrow. "I suggest you keep it that way." Her warning delivered, she took another sip of the brewed tea.

They went back into silence once again while she pondered on her new discovery. Quinn was right, and so was Eileen to know that she had an Aura and a Semblance, and that she now knew she no longer had the blood in her veins, but it would also mean she would no longer have to fear becoming blood drunk, or worse. There was one more question she needed answered, and that was how she knew where to find her. It was something she should have brought up earlier, but she was too shocked at the time to come up with the proper question.

"I do have a question I've been meaning to ask, how did you know where I was?" Asked Ella.

The former Crow Hunter smirked, "It was because of this." She reached into the folds of her coat, and pulled out a small, rectangular looking thing with a yellow diamond shape in the center.

"What is that?" she asked out of curiosity.

"This…," she pulled the two sides apart to reveal a glass panel which then lit up some kind of display, "is called a scroll." She tapped a few things and flipped it around for her to see something akin to moving pictures. She saw herself with the white mask still on, killing the beowolf pack with recognizable skill and sound strangely enough. She tried to understand how it all worked. She thought this could be someone else choreographing the entire thing, but it definitely was her, no doubt about it. Then Eileen turned the device away from her and paused it. "The video was uploaded from this village, which gave me the coordinates to find you here."

Her explanation, however, failed to help her understand the technology at all. "I still don't understand… what you just said."

She sighed. "You'll understand it all in due time, which brings me to my real reason for being here." She said this as she put the scroll back in her coat. "I was requested to bring you to Beacon Academy to speak with the Headmaster."

"What for?"

"That is for you and him to talk about. Now I won't force you to come with me. You can stay here or travel aimlessly to find your family. Or," she leans in a bit over the table, "you can come with me, and find your answers directly. It's your choice, Ella."

She would dwell on this at length, but both Huntresses knew already which way she would lean.

-Meanwhile-

Ginger and Lavi, along with his rabbit, were waiting on the front porch outside when Quinn finally returned. His wife explained to him then that the Huntress Eileen had shown up and was now having a conversation with Ella. He understood the reason and joined them while they wait. For a while they waited, Lavi was very happy and attentive while listening to his father's stories of their hunting of the Grimm. Eventually the door opened to reveal the familiar face of Eileen, and coming from behind her was the Good Hunter Ella, except she still seemed to be packed up with all her gear, including her Hunter Pistol.

"Everyone," announced Eileen, "there is something Ella would like to say."

They all looked to her, waiting for what she had to say. She breathed in as she finally worked up the courage to speak, knowing one of them might not like what she had to say.

"I'm leaving with Eileen to Beacon Academy." Quinn and Ginger were somewhat surprised that she was leaving so soon, but Lavi on the other hand….

"Do you have to leave so soon?" Asked a distressed Lavi.

She looked down at him with a sad smile. "I'm sorry, but I have to." Then she looked up at the parents. "It's simply the easiest way for me to find answers."

"Well I know you and Eileen can handle yourselves well enough, so I got no problem about that," Quinn said as he crossed his arms. "But what about your condition? You haven't been able to get fully comfortable with people yet."

"You can leave that to me," said Eileen while she had her arms crossed. "I already understand fully what she is going through, so I and the rest of Beacon Academy will be taking the necessary steps to insure she recovers."

"Well it's good to know she's in capable hands, right honey?" Asked a relieved Ginger when she looked to her husband. She was told about her shell shockfrom Quinn the night he had his conversation with Ella. She remembered having to do the same thing for her husband, back when he had shell shock himself after he had almost died saving this village.

"Yeah, it does. Well, I do wish you luck, Ella." Quinn said as he put his hand on his wife's right shoulder.

"But I don't want you to go!" At this point Lavi put down Jasper, ran to her and hugged her legs tightly. That stroke a chord within her.

"I'm glad you want me to stay, but you know I can't stay here forever." She said to the the boy softly, but the boy became more down and saddened by her gentle rejection. Before Lavi would start crying, however, she came up with an idea that just might cheer him up.

"Tell you what," he looked up at the softly smiling Ella as she knelt down to his level, "I'll come back and visit whenever I get the chance, okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise." Then, without any more words to be said, he hugged her. The embrace warmed her heart and she returned the gesture in kind. For one long night in Yharnam, she had witnessed so many horrors. She had seen the deaths of two girls, and two of her good friends dying right in front of her, and in those moments she thought she would lose herself to the madness of that world. In the end, however, she succeeded, and Yharnam failed to completely destroy the one thing she still had in her, all thanks to these people; her humanity.

For a moment they held in their embrace, just a moment, until they had to let go. She stood up while Lavi's parents came up to their son to comfort him. They knew Lavi would miss his favorite Huntress, but now knew she would keep a promise.

Ella was just about ready to leave when she remembered what she still had around her waist. "Oh, I almost forgot." She reached behind her waist and unclipped the gun belt, along with the holstered pistol and clips (including the empty ones in her coat pocket) of ammunition which belonged to Quinn, and extended them out to him. "I believe you would want these back."

What she did not expect him to do, however, was that he pushed them back to her. This surprised her somewhat. "Nah, you keep 'em."

"Are you sure?" She asked with uncertainty.

"Yeah, after everything you've done for us, I believe you've earned them, and besides, it's more useful than that flintlock pistol you have on you."

"Oh, thank you." She looked away with an embarrassed smile and pink cheeks. Quinn took the empty clips, and she slung the gun belt back around her waist and re-clipped it. Meanwhile Quinn went inside the house, and after a few minutes of waiting, he came back out offering her two fresh clips. She refused the offer at first, saying that she could be well conservative when it came down to surviving, but he then made a convincing enough argument that it made her rethink on her words.

She had accepted gifts from people during the Hunt, but they were given to her by those (excluding the two women in Oedon Chapel) who were dying or dead, and far more often than not, she had looted corpses for the sake of surviving the night. This however felt different to her, like she was being rewarded for her efforts, or perhaps for being a friend. This was rather new to her, and after thinking it over quickly, she took the offered clips.

"Thank you," she said sincerely as she slid the fresh clips along the gun belt. She turned to her old friend and ally who still had her arms crossed as she waited. "I'm ready."

She nodded, and after saying their farewells the two hunters went to the gate. Along the way, several people saw their passing and had expressed their farewells to the Good Hunter. This village had been kind to her for the past three days, and she would never forget that. The guards at the gate saw the hunters coming this way and thus opened as they passed.

With the walled village now behind them, it was just the two of them, walking along the dirt road which would lead to the capital. It would be a day's march before reaching the city, and the road was full of dangers, mostly from the vast number of Grimm roaming Remnant, but to these two, they would have no problem with whatever came their way.

Alright, here is Chapter 6 finally. I know there was only fluff and no violence, but this was simply for more character development. Anyways, I finally decided to reveal that there will be other characters from the Bloodborne universe living in Remnant. Just imagine what kind of life they'd be living in right now without fear of the plague taking over their lives. Now you already know that Gascoigne and Henryk will be in this story, but as for the others….

Well, like Eileen said, you'll just have to wait and see.

Speaking of waiting, chapter 7 may or may not reveal who Ella might really be, so fingers crossed. Also a shout out goes to CruxMDQ for his amazing editing skills. Without him, my story would have been so confusing to you all. So thanks a bunch, friend.

This Kyro2009, signing off.