Who would've known I'd be updating this fast! Amazing, eh? I'm not sure how many chapters this will have, but it might be over twenty. You'll just have to wait and see…

Disclaimer: I do not own Akazukin Chacha.

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Dark, cold, dusty, terrifying.

This is the land that the residents of Moshi-Moshi Mountain had to deal with for thirteen years, ever since Dimaoh came to power. He had every magical weapon you could imagine, even the fabled Phoenix Blade. There was little chance of stopping him, and those who tried died.

The rest of Earth was unaffected by the wrath of the dark overlord. Why? Because Moshi-Moshi mountain was unknown to the rest of the world, and vice versa. Thus, the six billion mortal outsiders knew nothing of the peril of the magicians.

Leaving two thousand witches and wizards utterly helpless.

The only hope for the magical beings were a group of rebels that lived in the underground, their base undiscovered by Lord Dimaoh and his army.

For if they had been discovered, they would have been annihilated long ago.

The game plan was to send out groups of magicians each night to assassinate some of the demons that made up the militia. The war use to be fought on battlefields, but that was what reduced the population of two hundred thousand by a hundred fold, leaving it at two thousand.

But even though they were fighting a losing war, the 395 rebels refused to give up. But it would soon be 394…

"AHHH! SOMEONE…ANYONE…HELP US!"

But it was too late. Orin was thrown to the ground, dead as a doornail. Yakko, who had screamed the ignored plea for help, almost fainted at the sight of her dead comrade. Kyuu, the vampire that had drained Orin's life, grinned sadistically at Yakko.

"You're next, girlie." He sneered.

Fortunately, Yakko quickly summoned her broom and flew out of the alley as fast as sound itself. This was the way it was always done. If something ever went wrong on a mission, the rebel would escape quickly, fly around awhile, then report back to the base. This way, they could never be traced.

After about forty minutes of randomly flying around, she descended upon the tunnel that lead to the entrance of the base. It was in a secluded part of the woods, supposedly haunted by headless phantoms, but the rebels knew that was a whole lot of rubbish.

Yakko walked down the long tunnel, and came upon a metal door. She put her hand in the palm reader.

Name: Yakko

Rank: Soldier

Palm ID: 20694

Access granted.

The door slid open, and she strode inside, silent tears running down her cheeks.

The death of her best friend Orin was still fresh in her mind.

Swift footsteps approached the purple-haired girl. Three rebels were heading towards Yakko.

Name: Seravi

Rank: General, 1st in command.

Palm ID: 32188

Name: Dorothy

Rank: Lieutenant, 2nd in command

Palm ID: 21965

Name: Marin

Rank: Soldier

Palm ID: 14356

"How was your mission…and where's Orin?" Marin asked.

Yakko didn't answer at first. But after a second or so, she finally responded.

"What do you think?" She said meekly.

Marin gasped, then closed her eyes. Dorothy and Seravi bowed their heads in silent prayer. It reminded them of three important soldiers that were already lost in the battle, one of them being Dorothy's brother.

Name: Riiya

Rank: N/A

Palm ID: N/A

Status: Deceased

Name: Shiine

Rank: N/A

Palm ID: N/A

Status: Deceased

Name: Doris

Rank: N/A

Palm ID: N/A

Status: Deceased

All three young boys had been eager to help the resistance, especially Dorothy's brother Doris. They all showed a strong potential in magic combat.

They died on their first mission.

Seravi sighed. "You may take a few days rest until we find you a new compatible partner."

Yakko bowed. "Thank you, sir." With that, Yakko headed down another tunnel to her underground apartment.

There was silence among the trio, until Marin shattered it.

"We can't keep letting our numbers drop like this!" She shouted.

"Quiet down, Marin. We need not worry, because we still have over 300 soldiers to fight with." Seravi said coldly.

"How can you say that?! You're talking as if we are dispensable tools with no souls!" Marin retorted.

Seravi sighed. "Women."

This remark made Dorothy angry. "YOU BASTARD! LISTEN TO HER, AND YOU'LL KNOW THAT SHE'S RIGHT!" Dorothy calmed herself a little, then continued. "We need a newer, and safer strategy, to prevent more casualties."

"Our strategy is fine." Seravi replied calmly, fire in his eyes.

And then, another bickering session started between the two leaders. Marin sighed.

'In a major battle, they act like the perfect team. But when nothing is going on, they act like…complete babies.' The pink haired witch thought.

Dorothy and Seravi turned on their heels, and walked swiftly in opposite directions. Shortly afterward, Marin walked back to her home. But before she could get halfway there, an alarm sounded, meaning that all high-ranking personnel must meet in the main hall.

Since Marin was one of them, she turned and walked back, wishing she could have a hot cup of tea.

When she arrived in the grand room, half the base was there because half the base were soldiers. You see, if you were high rank, that only meant that you were a soldier. If you were low rank, that meant you were a scout. Scouts observed Lord Dimaoh's army and reported any moves they made.

"One of our scouts has just reported a group of demons heading into a small town, most likely to raid it." Seravi said, standing before everyone with Dorothy at his side, once again proof that Marin's thoughts were correct.

"I will send ten of you to slaughter the demons…HEY!"

Dorothy took the microphone from Seravi.

"And this time," she said, "try and come back in one piece with no casualties."

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WOOT! AWESOME CHAPTER! I would like to thank Mistress Black Rose and Star Watcher for reviewing. Ja Ne!