Tension

"We're going outside?" Louise asked.

"Yep, besides Bench told me to take you out. You've been cooped up in here for too long and that's not healthy," Alban said while shaking her head side to side.

Louise gave a surprised yelp when her hand was suddenly grabbed and she was tugged out of her room. A month had passed ever since she performed Alban's tests, how did she know that a month had passed? Just below her vision was a date written in Banscroft – 05/26/3542. While she admits that she had gotten used to her room the back of her brain told her that she was curious as to where she was. Of course, she knew that she was transported to another world, the singular moon that hung above her every night can attest to that. What she was really curious about is the outside, how does it look like and how does it compare to Tristain?

With no other choice Louise agreed to Alban's request to which she replied with a smile. "Good thing that you agreed because I would've dragged you outside either way if you said no,"

"Um…right," Louise said uncomfortably.

The pair walked towards the door and stopped just in front of it. Alban looked to Louise and said, "Prepared to be shocked,"

The doors open and Louise had to squint as sunlight assaulted her vision. The feeling of cool air touched her skin telling her that she was somewhere that was quite high up. Once her eyes adjusted she took in a large amount of air at the sight that beholds her; towering spikes dotted the landscape, she could see light from below that glowed brighter than an army that held torches. The sounds of a busy street entered her ears and of course, the most breath-taking view is the horizon – layers of clouds could be seen below them and the ones floating above the clouds were other cyborgs flying with their mechanical wings carrying items of various paraphernalia but the most surprising sight was the fact that there is no floor only clouds. Stepping outside Alban turned to her and declared.

"Welcome to Bans, the floating city," Alban said while standing in between the sun that was just rising up from the horizon.

For Louise's part she was still too shocked to say anything, Alban gave a small giggle before snapping her fingers in front of her eyes snapping her out of her shock. Shaking her head Louise could only say one thing.

"Wow,"

"Come on, go get your pack we're going to Evergarden,"

"My pack?" Louise asked.

With one of her arms, Alban pointed in one direction, following her arm she spotted what she was pointing at, a sort of sack pack similar to the ones back in Tristain the only difference is the fact that this pack was made of metal and its shape is smooth and angular with a large hole in the bottom. Taking the pack and strapping it on her back. Alban went behind her and pulled out a cord from the pack and attached it to her right arm. Louise felt a tingling sensation enter her head.

"What's that feeling?" she asked Alban.

"That's just the pack's driver being installed in your head," she answered.

When the tingling sensation died out she suddenly have this feeling that the pack had been a part of her ever since she became a cyborg, her thoughts were suddenly brought to a halt when Alban came up to her vision, "Alright, I know you haven't had any training with flight but I believe you can handle this quite easily, just think of floating,"

"Um… alright," Louise did as she was told. She took a sharp intake of breath when she suddenly felt her feet leave the ground. Looking down, her eyes widened at the sight of her feet not touching the ground.

"See, that's how you do it, now think of going forward and you'll be able to do it,"

Louise thought of going forward. She screamed as she zoomed out of the shop and to the outside world in great speeds. The sound of Alban's voice slowly decreased in volume.

In the skies of Tristain it is said that dragons were the ones that dominated the skies, it was common sense after all – with their superior speed and ability to breath elemental attacks it was obvious that any encounter with a dragon is considered suicide. Unless you're someone like Louise.

Louise banked to the left just in time to avoid becoming dinner for the group of wild dragons that she encountered while she left the school to do some sightseeing. She gave a loud laughter as another dragon failed to eat the pink haired girl. This entire dance of the dragons trying to eat Louise and Louise always dodging it had been going on for a few minutes already and judging by the looks of it, the dragons are already tired but at the same time they looked out right pissed – pissed due to the fact that some flying pink haired girl is mocking their flying abilities. Finally accepting the fact that whatever they do won't work they backed off and glared at her.

"You're done?" Louise asked while pouting seeing that her fun had ended.

Of course, the only response she got were the death stares. The sounds of wing beats that were heavier entered her ears and from the looks of it, its not only her that's hearing this. The younger dragons parted to show a new dragon who's bigger in size, join the fray. The bigger dragon glowered at Louise with its one scarred eye. Louise gave an 'oh' in amazement upon seeing the dragon. Suddenly her vision gave her multiple warnings, telling her that something hot is about to come to her. Not one to deny its request she banked to the right just narrowly avoiding the stream of fire that came out of the bigger dragon's mouth.

Louise gave grin, "Well, this just got interesting!" she deployed her heated blades and with a burst of speed she charged at the elder dragon.

"Golem!" Eleonore called out.

Said 'golem' was floating around nearby the workshop shooting blue beams every now and then, as he does wherever the beam lands all data and information about it is stored in his database of countless of data. He still had around three hundred terabytes to spare so it was fine if he shot the blue beams willy-nilly – after all finding anything that was green is practically non-existent back on Earth as everything you see is just sand, sand and more sand with some decrepit old-world buildings here and there.

"Golem!" the elder sister called out again.

Eventually Bench had managed to find a very interesting plant, one that didn't match with any of the old-world data, it had a three petals sprouting outside at the tip with the stigma protruding out which was useful for coaxing any bees that were in the area, while these were the descriptions of a normal flower what separated it from a flower on Earth was the fact that there were also petals underneath the first three and this time it had four petals. Bench examined the flower with rapt attention while feeding it with a continuous beam of light gathering all of the possible data around it.

"Um… Mr. Bench?" A voice called out that was not of Eleonore's.

"Yeah? How may I be of service Cattleya?" he asked.

"Wha- "was all Eleonore said before getting cut off by the middle sister.

"By any chance do you know where Louise is?" she asked politely.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked.

"We're her sisters, isn't that obvious," Eleonore butted in.

"I wasn't talking to you, flesh-skin," Bench said with a deadpan tone.

Eleonore grinded her teeth while giving a muffled screech that may as well have sounded as nails on chalkboard, she was also using every fiber in her being just to keep her hand away from the wand that rested on her right hip. Meanwhile a sweat dropped off of Cattleya's head as she saw the exchange between the pod-bot and her elder sister. Going back to the question she responded to Bench.

"Today is the Day of the Void and we would like to spend it with her," she said.

"What's 'Day of the Void'?" Bench asked while giving beeping noises.

"Do you live under a rock?" Eleonore asked incredulously.

"I'm sorry for not knowing a festival because I was too busy fixing cyborgs that were just a step away from holding hands with Death after fighting a Ravager, it must be so important that I have to leave my responsibilities just for a stupid day that talks about 'nothing'," Bench said – sarcasm practically evaporating out of him.

Eleonore had enough, she pulled out her wand and aimed it at Bench. Just as she was about to fire off a spell something whizzed past her narrowly missing her left cheek but her hair could say otherwise. Looking at where that something landed she found the figure of a black sword. Backing off she looked around – finding the thrower. She didn't have to search any further as she found the culprit in the form of a petite, nanomachine plated, pink haired girl.

"L-Louise?" Eleonore asked.

"I would like to know, dear sister; why were you pointing your wand at Bench?" she asked – her features darkening.

"This golem of yours has disrespected me, a Noble, for the last time. I believe that its due for some punishment!" Eleonore said this time standing her ground.

"U-um…" Cattleya said trying to defuse the lit fuse that was Louise and the bomb that was Eleonore.

"Bench, is this true?" she asked.

"Not at all, I have never disrespected her in the slightest, I just chose to ignore her," Bench said his voice never wavering.

"Liar! I have heard those witty remarks, calling us these 'flesh-skins' you sound as if your high and mighty. Let us see how high and mighty you are when I cast a simple earth spell on you," Eleonore threatened.

"Sister Eleonore!" Cattleya said with surprise in her eyes.

"You stay out of this, Cattleya. And what about you Louise, what do you have to say for yourself? Siding with this useless golem instead of me, your big sister. Would you dare so much to throw away your nobility just for that useless hunk of metal?"

Silence

"If this is what nobility offers, then I would gladly throw it away," Louise said – teeming with resolve. Eleonore gave a surprised expression, just when she was about to respond to her Louise cut her off, "If nobility makes me look down on commoners then I would rather be those commoners than be one with the nobles, for they have seen it all while nobles just sit on their chair complaining about the slightest problems like a crooked dress or the food being too salty. I have seen both sides and to be honest there is nothing more admirable than a father who works day in and out just to get money to feed his family – meanwhile nobles just sit on their expensive chairs in front of their expensive table waiting for the food to come out,"

Eleonore grinded her teeth, "the nerve of this girl!"

Yet despite her sister's anger overflowing she continued, "People say that nobles are matured, calm and collected but all I see is arrogance, greed and an insatiable lust for control. In fact, I can boldly declare that commoners are much more mature than nobles! When Bench called you a flesh-skin, it's not because he's insulting you, it's a term that's used to describe people who haven't been converted into cyborgs yet, after all flesh-skins and cyborgs are both under the classification of 'human' it was only used to create a race that separates us from flesh-skins. Bench only sound arrogant because his maker had made him so, just like how you can give a golem instruction – Bench's instructions are to sound witty and arrogant and there is nothing you can do about it! SO, STOP ACTING IMMATURE AND ACCEPT THE FACTS THAT ARE LAID IN FRONT OF YOU!"

Louise's head snapped to the left but her heavy body kept her in place, if it had been her flesh body she would have fell on the ground while nursing the stinging pain. The cause for this was the hand that connected to none other than Eleonore. Too blinded by her feelings she had never noticed her elder sister approach her and slap her across the face. Her elder sister glowered at her while she lowered her head – not in anger but in shock. Shock that her sister would have to resort to physical violence even if it was a just a measly slap, the physical pain was lost to her but what really shone was the psycological pain.

She lifted her head and glared back at her with a burning anger – this was also shown when pink lines dimly lit up all around her body. When the sisters locked eyes the elder one's anger immediately disappeared as realization dawned on her. She tried to explain herself yet the words were stuck in her throat. Too shocked to say anything Louise decided to start it.

"So, that's how it's going to be," Louise whispered though it might as well have been a shout given to how quiet the courtyard was.

"L-Louise, I-I…"

Louise broke her gaze with her and walked forward while shoving Eleonore aside, meanwhile for the elder sister's part she just allowed herself to be shoved away from the youngest Valliere, it was quite a sight really; the eldest backing off from the youngest while she tried to find the words that would never come out of her throat. Louise walked towards the black sword and with a touch of her finger the black sword was absorbed back in her body. Louise stopped just a few meters away from her attacker – she didn't even bother looking back when she spoke.

"It was nice talking to you… Eleonore Valliere," Louise said.

All of a sudden, a freezing chill crawled up to her spine, it was coldness unlike nothing before and if she were to admit it – it was colder than her mother's glares. The tone that Louise had used upon addressing her name… it was the tone of unfamiliarity – a tone that told her that to Louise's eyes, she no longer acknowledges her as her sister. Louise called out to Bench and he followed. Bench paused for a moment and turned to look at Eleonore, giving a few beeps that sounded too robotic even for him. Turning back, he followed Louise back to the workshop leaving the two other Vallieres to their own devices.

"W-what have I done?" Eleonore asked herself.

She fell down to her knees and started to sob. Cattleya went down on her knees as well and hugged her elder sister - trying her best to comfort her.

Above them the clouds grew a dark shade of grey.

A/N: Here we go again another rewrite of the latest chapter. I have recently found out from a reliable source (Robo Reader 21) that Eleonore is an Earth Mage and not a Wind Mage! And with that new information I have altered the ending to a more suitable one. Robo Reader 21 also mentioned to me that striking your little sister with lightning because you're having a heated argument with her is not realistic so I went with a slap – I still hope that the effect is just as strong as getting struck by a lightning spell.

Kudos to you again Robo Reader 21 for making me realize my mistake! Now let's move to the comments!

mega1987: Thanks for noticing, just a heads up the world that I have created – the world where Louise got reversed summoned has some inspiration to Alita: Battle Angel. Along with it are some inspirations from Shadow of the Colossus, Fallout and Last of Us.

And with that I bid you all adieu.

Peace~