I updated! Aren't you happy? Well, just so you know, the battle will be two chapters. Sorry for the ones that wanted one, but

I truly think this is the best. Apart for that, I have nothing to say. At least, not now, so just enjoy this chapter and review :)

The pain of loving you

Heroes

Wars were not pretty, but the world seemed to think differently.

People read stories about glorious wars where great heroes fought and horrible enemies were brought down. When the winner came home, the people made great festivals, and they received them like they were gods or something very similar to that. No one ever wondered what happened to the losers. No one ever asked for them. They were dead and vanquished. They were not the common's people problem. They were, after all, the enemy, and it was not their fault that they were dead. They had asked for it. No one ever wondered who the bad guy really was. They just assumed they were the good ones because they had won, and good always wins over evil, right?

No one ever cared to talk or see the face of a soldier.

They had way too many scars; they didn't talk much; their eyes always had a hunted look.

Common people didn't care to listen to the horrors of wars. They wanted to hear magnificent tales of almost impossible battles to win. They didn't care about the soldier's problems. They hadn't seen what the warriors had.

Because really, people always turned their heads and became deaf when something bothered their reality.

Normal people didn't like to know what had really happened at war. They didn't want a soldier to tell them that they had killed men and not monsters. They didn't want to hear that there were children on the other side too. They didn't want to hear the screams one heard in battles, or to see agonizing man. They didn't want to hear a sixteen year old beg for his life because he had chosen the wrong party. Most of all, they didn't want to know how the battlefield looked after the war. And they didn't want to know how many soldiers were injured, how many wouldn't make it to tomorrow, and how many had already been lost.

So, children played with swords, and they pretended to be soldiers. When a real soldier watched them, no one saw the pain that passed too quick it was almost not there at all. The children would look up at him, and the soldier would smile and proudly stand with his uniform. Not one single soul wondered if he had nightmares at night. They didn't ask him how many friends he had lost to the enemy. They didn't ask how many people he had killed.

They didn't want to know.

The truth was very harsh, and in this case it was unnecessary. They wanted the lie. They wanted to be told that the enemy was a monster and not human beings. They wanted to be assured that they were on the good side and that is why they had gone. Because no god would help the bad side. In their heads, all the killing had been necessary.

It was only the soldiers who doubted.

And now, two great armies stood front by front. Zaibach had been intercepted before they could reach Kansaki, and so their plan had failed. But one look at their Lord and Folken reassured the soldiers. They were calm, so everything had to be fine, even if it was a little more difficult to win. They had no doubt that they were the good ones, and the rest of Gaea was all evil. They would die for Zaibach's cause.

And on the other side stood all the other great kingdoms. Kingdoms that had once been powerful. Kingdoms that would remain powerful. Kingdoms that had disappeared and were seeking revenge.

Magicians and sorcerers found their places on top of the mountains. They would stay away from the death and face their own battle. They wouldn't use swords or arrows. They would use their magic against people that were just like them. The only difference was the side on which they stood.

Soldiers stood calmly, or not so calmly, waiting for orders. Both sides tried not to look into each others eyes. They didn't want to be haunted at night by those eyes. They didn't want to see the eyes of the man they killed. They didn't need to know their names or secrets. They just couldn't become humans in their eyes because that would make them murderers in some way.

A king recognized a person he thought he would never see.. Allen looked up andsaw a long time friend. Dilandu had grown up with him. They had gone to the same school. One day, the silver hair boy had disappeared, and now Allen found him an enemy. He didn't flinch at his new recognition. He simply moved his eyes away from the man. It did not matter. They were enemies.

Van tried to look everywhere but at the man besides Dornkirk. He had promised him he would kill him, but he couldn't forget that they had once played together. Folken's eyes met his, and for a second Van remembered that they had the same blood, but he put it aside. He would get his revenge no matter what, and if his older brother stood between him and what he wanted, he would die. He forgot he had any family left. In his mind, they were all dead. They had to be if he was to continue with this.

Dornkirk remembered a woman that used to love him. He had killed her for Zaibach's victory. He would win this war for…he supposed if he said for her he would just insult her. And really, it was all about him, so why pretend at the last moment?

Each general said a speech to their armies. They assured them that they were doing this for the good of his people. The Gods would not let them lose. Good prevailed over evil. Always.

Dornkirk raised his arm, sword in hand.

So many lies…

Allen prepared himself in his guymelef. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Van doing the same.

Who says the truth?

Folken took one last look at his young brother, and he let a little doubt come to his mind, but it was already too late. There was no time for redemption. He had made his choice, and he couldn't back away now. Not that he wanted to because Dornkirk was right, right?

So many hopes…

Dilandu smiled evilly. This is what he had been waiting for. At long last, he would be able to fight to the death with Van. He would prove that he was better than him. His eyes shone with the promise of blood.

Which ones will shatter?

The pirates and rebels prepared themselves for a dirty fight. They couldn't change their ways. They truly didn't feel like becoming slaves, and all is fair in love and war. Particularly in war.

Someone once said that there were no winners in war. The one standing was simply the one who had lost fewer men.

Gadess looked ahead of him, at the masses of soldiers he would soon face. He then looked towards Allen's guymelefs, and smiled. If he died, it would be an honor to do it by his side.

Blood will be spilled…

A group of soldiers, the fastest ones, stand at the side of everything. Their mission is to take wounded soldiers to Kansaki and then come back for more. They pray that there won't be too many injured. They know their prayers will not be answered. They look at the youngest soldiers. There are some that aren't even fourteen. They know they will most likely be the first to fall. Maybe, if fate is kind, a few of them will survive. What worries them most is that the young soldiers don't look frightened. They are ready to die. It is for the good of their people and their queen and king. It is for their honor.

Lives stopped before they begun so that others may live…

Van thinks of Hitomi. Even at the last seconds before all hell breaks lose, he can't stop thinking about her, and those intoxicating green eyes, and those beautiful lips…He will win this war if only to see her again and steal one last kiss from her lips. At the last moment, he almost wishes he had never met her. His life would be far easier. Almost.

Who will be left standing?

Not so far from the battle field, Millerna started preparing the nurses and the beds for the injured men. She is unaware that the nurses from the enemy are doing the same. They both want to save lives while humanity continues to want to destroy them.

So much death…

Merle silently prayed for her new Lord. There was something in Lord Van's eyes that made her loyal to him. It doesn't matter that he killed her family. He is her new family, and she doesn't want to lose him.

Men fighting men, brothers fighting brothers, friends fighting friends...

Yukari looks at the sky. Gray clouds are starting to form. It will rain while they fight. She just hopes Amano gets back to her.

It really is to save innocent lives…

Luva smiled sadly. She asked herself once again why she decided to be a general instead of a housekeeper. She assumes she would just get bored stuck all day in a house. Wars are a lot of things, but they sure are exciting.

A raindrop touches the ground…

Hitomi opened her big, green eyes. She wished she had followed Millerna's advice and told Van what she really felt. It is too late. Perhaps, it is for the better because she is still determined to use the Heart.

So cruel…

Dornkirk gives the order and his troops move. Allen waits a little, and then he signals with his Guymelef's sword. Bodies clash. Swords meet flesh. Guymelefs fight against Guymelefs. The magicians yell spells.

The final battle begins.

Is it worth it?

If he truly thought about it, like truly, truly, thought about it, things weren't that bad. Sure, it was raining like it had never rained before on Gaea, and he couldn't really see through the curtain of rain, but he stilled managed to kill a lot of enemies. The fact that they were outnumbered really didn't matter. He had the best fighters. The only problem was that he didn't know how good Zaiback's soldiers were. He had fought against them countless times, and they always managed to amaze them. The bloody men were really determined. Perhaps they were just really scared of their master. It did not matter. At the moment, they seemed to be doing pretty fine to him. Which was bad. He wanted them to do badly. To top it all, he could hear the yells from below him. Soon, he would have to join them. He was already almost finished with the guymelefs. Turns out that most of the armies from Zaibach were fighting without them. It made sense because fighting with guymelefs was really hard. In any other circumstance, having guymelefs would have being extremely useful. The only problem was that he couldn't risk using it against the enemies below him because he could accidentally kill his own troops. Zaibach didn't seem to have a problem against that because one of them was about to fire at them.

"Stupid idiots." Allen murmured, ready to stop the blast. His eyes widened when he realized he wouldn't be able to make it. So far, he had stopped every single blast they had intended to send below. While doing that, he had also destroyed half of the guymelefs. Fanel, on the other hand, had been busy killing anything that got in his way. He was a great warrior. It was just too bad that he didn't stop his impulses. Allen closed his eyes, sure that no one would stop the blast. He stood there, waiting for the sound.

Except it never came.

Allen opened his eyes, and to his surprise, he found that Fanel had taken care of the problem.

"What are you doing, Schezar?" He heard Van saying "That blast could have killed hundreds. We are supposed to stop that from happening."

"I know that." Allen quite literally barked in return. "I wasn't going to make it."

"So you just stood there and waited for a miracle?" Van smirked "That is very unlike you."

"Fanel, if you weren't on my side, I would gladly rip your heart out."

To his tremendous surprise, the young king just laughed. Apparently, he was used to this kind of talk.

"I'd like to see you try."

"As much as I like this conversation, it is time to come back to the battle." Luva's voice interrupted. Both Van and Allen turned to look at her.

"General Herio and General Zodia are moving their armies. I suggest we send King Leon, Oruzo, and Gadess to intercept them before they circle us."

Allen sighed. How the hell had he managed to get distracted in a word quarrel with Fanel in the middle of the most important war?

He is just too annoying. His mind told him, and then he resumed to put all his attention to the war.

"I'll go inform Gadess and Leon. Luva inform Oruzo."

"Of course." And with that, Luva was gone.

"I'll head over there to gain us some time."

"Yeah, you do that."

Allen watched as Fanel made his way towards the new armies that seemed to be coming from out of nowhere. He saw how he skillfully finished two of his enemies and stop yet another blast. Apparently, he wasn't the only one interested about the safety of the soldiers below them. It would have all being fine if it wasn't for the fact that Fanel never made it very far away. Another guymelef stop him. In normal circumstances, Allen would have just shrugged and gotten to do his work. Unfortunately for him, Fanel's guymelef was faster than his, and the message to the King and the leader of the rebels was primordial. Without Fanel winning them time, the armies would arrive first and destroy his. That did not go according to plan. So, to his own horror, Allen went to help Fanel, who had managed to get surrounded in few seconds. Allen was sure that Fanel could get out of the situation, but time was priceless, and he could not put more lives in danger simply because of this.

"Fanel, get out of here and tell Leon and Oruzo to move their troops. I'll handle this!" He yelled.

"What?" Fanel's ears needed a check up.

"I said…"

"I heard you, but I can take perfectly good care of myself"

"That's not important. You are faster. Get out of here."

In a second, Fanel had gotten away, leaving a very angry Allen in a very dangerous position. Twenty guymelefs were preparing to attack him. He sighed and drew out his guymelefs sword. As it made contact with his first enemy, he couldn't help but think that if he truly thought about it, things weren't that bad.

Too bad he didn't have the time to think right now.

A flash, a sound, and an explosion.

There was nothing more, but two more enemies died. Silently, the warrior moved to his next target. He was fast. He was swift. He had forgotten mercy. Right now, all that mattered to him was destroying the enemy and killing Dornkirk. After that, everything would be better, and he could forget about the fighting.

At least, that is what Van Fanel kept telling to himself.

He didn't want to kill anymore. He was tired of endless battles. All his life, that is all he had done. Fight, fight, and fight some more. There was a time when he enjoyed it. He killed because it kept him alive and feeling. Things had changed. For the first time in a long time he was fighting for a good reason. He fought for the ones that could not defend themselves. He fought for his kingdom and family. He fought for his lost childhood. He fought for justice and for what he believed was right. Over all, he fought for the woman he loves.

The woman that broke his heart, Hitomi.

And finally, he convinced himself that it does not matter that she doesn't love him. If he wins this battle, she will not have to sacrifice herself. She will live her life with Schezar, and although that hurts him to the very bones, there is a light at the end of that tunnel. She will live. She will be happy. She won't have to face the darkness of death. That is all that matters.

So he fights just like the Dragon. He is powerful and deadly, and his enemies know it. They don't have a chance against him. He keeps making his way towards King Leon and Gadess. He doesn't look back to where Schezar is fighting for him. He is strong, and he doesn't fear for him. He can admit, no matter how much he loathes him, that he is an excellent warrior. He will be fine. Besides, he has no time to lose. His mission is important. Finally, he spots King Leon. He changes Escaflowne into the form of a dragon.

"Leon, you have to get to the south. General Herio and Zodia are moving his troops!" He shouted to the man. The King wasted no time and shouted a few orders. The soldiers move to follow them. Van quickly leaves. He has yet to find Gadess.

He moves around, his eyes looking everywhere.

"Where the hell is he?" He murmured to himself. "Really, now that I need the man, he is nowhere to be found."

He kept moving, ignoring his enemies. The dragon form of Escaflowne is much faster, and that is what he needs right now. Speed. Now, if he could find him, he could go back to killing half his enemies. That would definitely be more useful than running around trying to find an invisible man. And then finally, he saw him. The only problem was that the idiot was in a lot of trouble. Of course, considering he was Schezar's right hand, Van was not surprised. He quickly changed Escaflowne into his other form and swiftly took care of the closest enemies. He turned towards the next, and his eyes opened wide. He was fighting with Dilandu's dragon slayers. Dilandu would be extremely pissed when he found out what he had done to three of them. And what he would do to the rest if they kept getting on his way.

"Gadess, move the armies to he south. General Herio and Zodia are trying to corner us. You have to stop them!" Van repeated again. Gadess nodded and quickly followed to do as told. Van turned to face the slayers.

They are ready to do anything to stop him. They know who he is, and they are dying to kill him so they can serve Dilandu.

"Idiots." Van whispered. "I'm surrounded by idiotic people."

Not that it would stop them for being a complete pain in the ass and waste of his time. Still, Van knew that they didn't stand a chance, and he is too tired of senseless killing. Maybe he can save them. If they don't fight him, he'll live them alone.

"Go away. I have no business with you." He told them.

"You are the Dragon! We are here to kill you!" One of them shouted back.

"Don't be fools. If you go now, I won't kill you."

"Why wouldn't you? You were, after all, trained to kill."

And that was the worst thing they could have ever told him. He had tried so hard to get his past behind him, but there was always someone that would remember him for who he was. There would always be doubt, and Van was too tired to fight the instincts that he had tried to keep controlled. He was tired of wanting to be better just to be brought down. He was tired of hurting, and he wanted the numbness of killing so badly…

There are no doubts in the Dragon's mind.

There are no what ifs.

There is only his sword, his skills, and his enemy.

And finally, between all the screams and all the deaths and all the bloody fighting and the chaos, his perfect composure falls, and he becomes one with Escaflowne, and his eyes grow more red than brown and he finally, finally, breaks lose.

Except this time, he is more deadly than the Dragon.

This time he had Escaflowne, and he was fighting for a purpose and for someone.

Hitomi…

That was his last coherent thought before he reached towards the dragon slayers and started killing without mercy.

Just like they said he would.

He turned towards one, and then went for another one. Before they knew what had hit them, there was only one left. One small boy trying to be brave. He held his sword high, and never feared. His eyes were open as he watched the great warrior come towards him. He closed his eyes, and then he died with thoughts of failure in his mind. He failed Lord Dilandu.

And then something hit Van, and he regained his composure, but it was too late. He had already killed those poor kids, and nothing would bring them back. He had no time to absorb himself in self pity, though.

"Damn it!" Van screamed, as he was hit again. He turned just to see a very angry looking Dilandu. He swallowed. And then his jaw dropped. Dilandu got out of his guymelef and jumped to the ground.

"Dragon, I want to fight you face to face." There was venom in his voice, and for once Van did what he was told. He got out of Escaflowne and jumped to the ground.

The two rivals faced each other.

"Dilandu." Van spite out.

"Dragon." Dilandu says through teeth. "I'll kill you for what you did to them."

"This is a war. They were my enemies." Deep down, Van wished he hadn't killed them so brutally. If he hadn't lost control, maybe he could have saved at least one.

"It makes no difference to me."

Neither of them moved, and then, as if they had rehearsed this, they did at the same time, both drawing their swords out. They collided, and a metallic sound was heard.

Amano was sure that today was not his day. Besides the fact that he was in the middle of the war and trying not to get killed while reaching the heads of the armies, he was having a bad day. Not only did he have to fight without a guymelef, he had also been given half of the Kansaki army. This wouldn't be bad if they hadn't given him the amateurs. So he was stuck with the not bad but definitely not good part of the army while Fanel was given the good part. And that wouldn't have been entirely bad had he not left them with orders to come to him and head to the east, where the wizards were destroying the pirates and advancing towards Allen's army. Apparently, some soldiers had appeared and left from the south, leaving only Allen to protect the east. Amano was sure that Allen had thought he could win alone. Because of his stupid ego, now he had to go and help him. The fact that his right hand, Gadess, had decided to come with him because he had felt that Allen was in trouble did nothing to lighten his mood. The man was like a little rock stuck on your foot. He didn't know how he manages to say so many pointless things while cutting heads off.

"So, really, I would really like to eat a big pig or something like that. Did you know that butterflies only live one day? Pretty amazing. Oh, I would die for some chicken." Gadess said as he once again drove his sword into the flesh of another soldier. He turned towards Amano and grinned. "Aren't you hungry?"

Amano simply started at him. He opened his mouth but decided to kill the person behind him before he could make a move towards him. After doing that, he finally managed to form an answer. "Are you insane?"

"Huh?"

"I get sick just by thinking about food."

"But I'm hungry."

"But we are in the middle of a war, and it is not any war or just some battle. It is the decisive one. How can you even think about food."

"I get hungry when I kill people."

Amano once again was only able to stare at the man in front of him.

"Whatever. We have to get to the east fast."

He changed his attention back to his enemies, forgetting the stupid remarks that Gadess continued to say. What did it take to shut the man up? How could he even do it? Amano's sword killed anything that got in front of him, and he felt himself die a little bit each time. It was not that he was a coward. He simply did not like killing. He was not a warrior like Luva or Hurizen. He was not a leader like Van and Allen. He was not strong like Millerna and Hitomi. He was not as hopeful as Yukari and…Gadess, he supposed. He was carefree and a politician. His strength was in his words, and yet he was here, fighting because he knew it was the right thing and besides a man that seemed to take nothing seriously. To top it all, he was leading thousand of men to fight a very strong army, and he couldn't help but wince a little at the thought.

He had told them, at the beginning, that they were doing this for the people they loved and the people that had already died and for the ones that wouldn't make it and for freedom. They were going to fight for a better tomorrow. He had looked at some in the eye and told them that most of them would not make it, but that was alright. As long as little children did not have to fear Zaibach, it was all worth it. They had agreed with him, and now he was leading them towards their deaths. They would take many lives with them, but they would still die. Amano knew that, and that was why he could not understand how Gadess managed to make so many jokes and say so many blunt comments.

"How do you do it?" He finally asked.

"Do what?"

"Be so cheerful in such a horrible day."

"Well, fighting keeps me occupied and exercised."

"Gadess…"

"Well, ok, what do you fight for?"

"For Yuraki and the Queen, for a better future." Amano answered without hesitation.

"I fight to see the sun one more day." Gadess said. He turned and smiled at Amano. "And I fight so I can cheer tomorrow, so I figured that if I died and there was no tomorrow, I could smile as I'm fighting. It is the only thing I do for me. Smile at death. It is like mocking her. I'm saying, 'Hey I'm not scared, and I'll give a good fight before I go. You don't make me tremble."

Amano was stunned. He hadn't thought that Gadess could feel or think that much. He hadn't thought that maybe this was his way of leading with the death around them, the death they caused.

"You…"

"We are soldiers, Amano, This is what we do, so we might as well get used to it."

Amano was going to reply that he was not a soldier. He was a diplomat but thought better about it because he realized Gadess was right. Right now, they were soldiers, and soldiers fought and killed.

"We are soldiers, and this is a war." Herepeated softly, and then he went back to his cheerful self. "Come on, blondy, we have to get to the east, or have you forgotten?"

Amano just smiled and followed him. He would get him back for that remark after the battle. Right now, it wasn't that important.

Millerna was a strong woman. At least, that was what Yukari thought. She kept going from one place to the other in the infirmary. She cured the ones that had hope. She stayed with the ones that were dying. She gave a gentle smile to the ones that had no hope. She didn't lie to any of them. If they had no hope, she simply told them that. Yukari thought they were grateful to her. She guessed if she was about to die she would have liked to hear the truth for one last time. Still, that was not what made the woman strong. Yukari knew that she had lost her husband. If she lost Amano, she would go mad. Millerna had cried for a couple of weeks, but then she had got up and made herself useful.

She turned her eyes towards another woman. Hitomi had been made queen rather harshly, and then she had gone around the world finding something that would save them. She had even accepted to go with a mercenary. That, at least, had turned out good. She was not dumb, and she had known Hitomi for years. She knew she had fallen in love with the young king, and she was sure the king loved her too. At first, she hadn't understood why she refused to be with him. She was sure Allen and her kingdom would understand. And then, just before everyone left for war, Van and Hitomi had a small fight, and Yukari had understood. Hitomi's eyes gave her away. Whatever it was they had gone to search for, they had found it, but at a high price. Hitomi's eyes had spoken about death, and they had accepted it. Somehow, Hitomi was sure she would find death before the end of the war. Yukari feared for her. Especially now, that she saw her attending to the wounded as best as she could. Yukari watched the two women and wished she was stronger.

"Yukari, come here, I need you!" Millerna yelled at her. Yukari quickly moved to the blonde's side.

"Press here." Yukari did as told and watched how Millerna fixed the man. After ten minutes she finally let go.

"That will definitely save him. Come on, we have to attend the others."

Millerna turned to attend the man to the right, but she stopped midway.

"You are a Zaibach soldier." She said, and then she turned to Yuraki. "He is a Zaibach soldier."

"Please…" The man begged.

"No." Millerna said. "You people killed my Dryden." She turned. "I will not cure you."

And then Yukari stopped her.

"He is dying."

"I don't care.

"You are a doctor. It does not matter what side he is from. He is human and needs help, or he will die. You cannot turn your back on him."
"But…"

Yukari, who usually was a calm person, lost her patience. "He is but a man. What does it matter that he is an enemy? Right now, he is here, and he needs you, and you can't turn away from him. If it was Allen or Van or Amano or anyone from our side, and they were in the enemy's infirmary, would you not wish for them to attend them? Would you not wish for them to save them, even if they were doctors from the enemy?"

"Yes, but…"

"This is not different, and I will not turn my back from him. If you don't save him, I will do it, with or without your help." Millerna was stunned, but then she recovered. "Oh, alright." She said. "Hand me that knife. We have to get the arrow before we do anything else." Yukari nodded and went to find the knife. Before she turned she caught the small smile on Hitomi's mouth, and her friend winked at her. Yukari smiled. She may not be strong like Millerna and Hitomi, but she had a big heart, and she was determined to not let people die under her care. There was enough death without them turning their backs on wounded soldiers.

Naria and Eriya had always been there for their Lord Folken. He had found them when they were little girls, and he had saved them. They both had fallen in love with him. Being twins, they had always shared everything. They did the same with Folken because he was their savior and they loved him and they could never be mad at each other. They loved him, but they would never do anything to hurt each other. Still, they loved him. Loved him with a passion that had gotten them in trouble too many times. Loved him so much that it sometimes burned them to death. Loved him enough to die. Loved him eternally, no matter what, no matter anything.

And that was why they got so mad at seeing a blond, Allen Schezar, King of Asturia, if they were right, heading towards their beloved Master Folken.

They could not accept that.

It was their job to protect their Lord. It was what they wanted to do.

So they launched himself at Schezar. They were swift, strong, elastic, and very determined. They were two against one, and it was fair, considering Schezar was one of the most skillful swordsmen on the battlefield. Eriya and Naria were back to back, waiting for Schezar o make a move. He did, trying to run towards Folken, but Eriya got on his way. Now, Schezar had Eriya at his front and Naria on his back. It was not a pleasant place to be at. Naria stole a look towards her master, but he was not looking at them. He was shouting orders and being the general he was supposed to be. He was doing his job as Dornkirk's right hand, and he didn't have time to look at them.

Naria hated Dornkirk. He had stolen Folken's time with them, and even now he got in between them. Still, her master admired him, and they obeyed him.

Their loyalties were with Folken, and he had asked them to work for him, so they had.

"Where do you think…"

"…you are going?" Eriya finished for her.

"You fight us…"

"…before you even look at our master."

Schezar didn't bother with conversation. He simply held his sword and tried to attack Naria.

The sword never made it to his destiny. It was blocked, just as Eriya's was.

The two cat-women and Schezar looked up only to find two other men.

"Amano." He said, turning towards the one that was blocking Naria's sword. "Gadess." He said to the one occupied by Eriya. "Didn't I tell you to go to the south?"

"Shouldn't you be in a guymelef?"

Schezar grinned. "Got bored of it."

"Then there is your answer."

"Allen, go get Folken. We will deal with this."

Schezar nodded and headed towards Folken. The two sisters tried to stop him, but the other two men stopped them.

"Where do you think you are going?" One of them said.

"You have to get us to get him." The other finished.

The same words they had told Schezar before. These people were loyal to Schezar, just like they were loyal to Folken. They had to get rid of them, or Schezar would hurt their Master, and they could never allow that.

"Wonderful place to die at." Amano told Gadess,

"Yeah, too bad you are by my side." They grinned and attacked the cat-women.

They held their ground and fought fiercely. No one attacked their master, and they would get rid of these men, even if it took them their lives.

They were, after all, in love.

The two sides fought with rage and fury. They descended over each other without a second thought. They went to their next victim without a glance at the man they had just killed. Bodies collided with bodies. Swords were pushed through flesh. There was blood everywhere, no matter where she looked. And there, above all the wizards, above the fighting, and above all of them, was Dornkirk. He looked victorious.

He was standing tall at the top of a mountain with a grin in his face, and she knew they had lost. Zaiback was winning against the rest of Gaea. There was nothing more to do. Asturia, Kansaki, Freid, the pirates, the rebellion, they had all fought together, and it had not been enough.

Dornkirk was above them, and he was grinning.

He unsheathed his sword and walked towards a body that was in a pool of blood. The body was not far away from him, and it looked as thought whoever the man was he had tried to stop Dornkirk.

It had been in vain.

The man was dying.

Dornkirk was not even hurt.

With one hand, he lifted the man by his brown hair. And then he drove the sword into him, finishing him at last. The dying man turned towards her, and she gasped. His brown-red eyes shown for a second, and then they went blank.

She saw how life went out of his body.

She screamed…

Hitomi put her hand to her chest, trying to calm her heart. It only beat faster. She lay paralyzed, her green eyes filled with fear, and she knew what the outcome of the battle could be.

'Nothing is certain, nothing is certain, nothing is certain…' She repeated over and over in her head, but she could not shake the image of Van away from her face.

His eyes...

His beautiful brown eyes…

"Hitomi, what happened?"

Hitomi blink, and then turned her attention to the two women in front of her. Millerna and Yukari kept asking her what was wrong, but she could not answer, could not shake the image from her head.

Van…dead…

"I need a horse." She told them, and Yukari went to fetch her one. "Don't try to stop me." She told Millerna, and she nodded numbly.

"The horse is waiting for you, Hitomi what…"

But she was not listening. She was already riding the horse and trying to get to the battlefield as fast as the horse could take her.

She had to get there before her vision happened.

She had to save him.

Well, I hoped you enjoyed the beggining of the war. i truly thought about doing one chapter of the battle, but it was

extremely long, so I spli it in two. I hoped you enjoyed the first part. I'm really bad at writting war things and action, so I

kind of mixed romance with thoughts and actions. I truly hope you like it, and please, please, please, review.

Next chapter is already done and edited. I will update it on Saturday or Sunday. Oh, and it will be a little confussing because

there will be a lot of changes in the POV and sometimes I'll go back on some events...and it is dfficult to explain, so I won't.

You'll see what I mean when you read it.