A/N: Sorry guys, but no rewritten chapter 7 for today. Maybe in a couple days, since as a human being I got lazy and distracted and wrote this dummy scene, which is really funny. Maybe I'll make it an omake and leave it for everyone to read it and laugh. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

A/N2: I decided to leave it up, so future readers can see it and laugh...hopefully at the chapter's contents and not at my writing skills.

The Ether Conflict

Mini-Chapter 1: A Normal Evening

Blackout's Main Base

Female Dorms

Room 45

Inside a certain room in the female dorms in Blackout's main base, a certain redhead with emerald green eyes sits on her bed, still wearing her uniform and waiting for her friend to exit from the bathroom,which has been occupied for the past 2 hours. In her left hand she holds an open notepad that has a hard cover colored dark red, its corners adorned with intricate gold colored designs.

She seems to be writing something with a pencil, concentrating fully on it, as evidenced by her serious expression. Stopping briefly, she starts reading what she has written, twirling the pencil with her right hand. Frowning a bit, she uses the eraser the pencil has on its back to erase something. Writing it again, she reads what she wrote and smiles, happy with the change she made. Hearing the door of the bathroom opening, she looks up from her notepad and spots a girl with long silky blonde hair and light purple eyes looking back at her. The towel she has wrapped around her to cover her ample body proportions is barely covering her chest and nether regions, which Annabelle notices quite quickly, but chooses to remain silent about.

"I'm done with bathing Annabelle," the blonde girl says and starts walking towards her bed.

"Look who decided to get out of the bath. It took you only, what...2 hours?" Annabelle comments with a slight hint of sarcasm. "What where you doing in there anyways, Odysseus?"

"I'm quite offended by your comment," Odysseus says, faking offense. Sitting on the bed, she crosses her arms under her chest and turns her face away from Annabelle. "A girl has many needs you know. Relieving stress is a big deal," she cutey pouts at her redhead friend.

"I know, but it would be really nice if you would keep your voice down when..."relieving stress"," Annabelle smirks and Odysseus turns her head away from her.

"I don't know what you are talking about," she feigns ignorance, whistling innocently.

"Sure you don't," Annabelle responds, placing her pencil and notepad on top of her bed. "By the way, it's your turn to make dinner."

"Why?!" Odysseus whines cutely. "Your food is always better than mine!" she argues, trying to persuade Annabelle to cook. "Mine looks like a hellspawn that will eats US for dinner."

"Stop trying to overexaggerate things," Annabelle tells her. "Either you cook, or we have empty plates for tonight's dinner."

"But..." Odysseus tries to protest, but gets cut off by Annabelle.

"No buts!" she says in an authoritative voice.

"Fiiine," Odysseus says with a bored expression, not looking forward to cooking today. It's not that she is a bad cook, she just prefers Annabelle's cooking over her own. As Annabelle enters the bathroom and closes the door, Odysseus turns to look at the open notepad that lays on Annabelle's bed. Hearing the door getting locked, Odysseus immediately pounces at her friend's bed like a predator pounces on its prey and grabs the notepad. "Hehehe, I'll get my revenge by reading whatever you were writing my redhead friend," Odysseus grins evilly for a moment. "Or I'll uncover her plans for world domination via scorn and tea," she murmurs to herself. Picking it up, she starts inspecting it, first its exterior.

"Ooh, shiiiny!" she exclaims, noticing the intricate gold designs. Having sated her curiosity about the exterior of the notepad, she opens it at the first page, where in red calligraphic letters, the words "Annabelle's Diary" are written. "She always did such beautiful letters," she muses, checking what has been written inside the diary. "Mine on the other hand are more like hieroglyphics," she sighs in a defeated tone, remembering all the times she tried to make her writing better, only to fail miserably. "I guess I could work as an encoder, if I feel the need to make extra money," she chuckles, before landing on a very interesting page. "Hmm? What do we have here?" she wonders as she takes a closer look. "Chapter 14: Eternal Love," she reads aloud from the notepad. "Now that's interesting!" she grins, before starting reading.

"The battle was ferocious. The battlefield bore the scars of many conflicts, yet the ones from this clash were as if the gods themselves had descented on the mortal realm and clashed with each other."

Huge chunks of earth were missing and a lot of tiny craters made the plain in which they had carved themselves look like the moon's surface. Two opponents stared at each other, watching closely for any sudden movement or opening they could exploit.

At one side of this warzone stood a female knight, who had crimson red long hair and emerald green eyes that shone brightly under the midday sun. Her armor, which was dented and had claw marks all over it, beautifully glistened under the sunlight, its gold edges and intricate patterns showing her rank as a captain of the Royal Guard. In her left hand she held an enchanted shield, strengthened with magic so it could withstand even the heaviest of blows. The shield bore the emblem of the kingdom and the crest of the Royal family. In her right hand she held a majestic blade made of different exotic metals and crystals, a sign of her many adventures and countless battles. The blade had a handle made of a purple crystal, adorned with various jewels, while the blade had a shiny red color with small flames popping out of its surface from time to time, indicating the sword was magical. Besides her laid her fallen comrades that had been struck down from her opponent. They, too, had claw marks all over them, some were twisted in really unnatural ways, and others were laying on the ground with missing arms, legs or a hefty chunk of their body.

On the other side of the warzone stood a creature of legends, closely scanning the female knight. It had green leaf-shaped scales that could shatter steel with ease, two majestic yet terrifying wings on its back and a tail that resembled a vine and stretched for over 3 meters. The creature that stood before the knight was a dragon, a being that could rival the gods in power and outwit even the wisest of people. On top of that, they had unparalleled strength and could use magic that even races with extremely good affinity, such as the elves or the demons and fairies, could not attain. More specifically, it was a plant dragon, or a nature dragon as texts referred to them. They had the power to control plants and even sap their energy to heal themselves. In short, they were pretty hard to kill, as with any dragon for that matter. But, as everything in life, they had a fatal weakness, and in their case, it was fire.

"This is your last chance to release the princess, dragon!" the knight shouts, her voice showing no signs of fear.

"Are you mocking me, human?" the dragon laughs, looking at the knight with amusement. "All of your comrades are dead and you are wounded, while I am still fine."

"You are still a hatchling, meaning you can't use your full power," the knight points out. "I can still strike you down!"

"I must admit, you have some excellent observational skills," the dragon admits. "but a puny human like you won't be able to even scratch me in your condition," it mocks.

"That's what one of your kind said to me once," she says and points her sword at the dragon. "Guess who survived," she smirks and the dragon shows its sharp teeth at her, lowering its horned head to prepare for battle.

"We'll see about that, insect," the dragon growls and hits its right arm on the ground. Vines erupt all around the knight, rising at least 5 meters in the air. Aiming their pointy ends at the knight, they shoot down with speed that far surpasses that a human eye can track, but the knight doesn't even look up. She merely swings her sword once and the vines get cut in several small singed pieces, which greatly surprises the dragon.

"That's impossible! No sword can cut my vines!" the dragon shouts.

"This is no normal sword," the knight says as her sword's blade gets engulfed in bright red fire. "And I am no ordinary human." Looking at the knight's emerald green eyes, the dragon sees that her pupils are vertically slit, an indication she is not human.

"You are a demon?!" the dragon asks incredulously. "Why would you ally yourself with the humans?!" The dragon keeps spawning more and more vines that get cut and burned by the knight. "Your kinds have been in war for over a century!"

"You see, back in my homeland, I was a princess," the knight says and disappears out of view, reappearing behind the dragon to slash at its tail. The dragon quickly avoids it and whips the knight, thankfully hitting her shield and sending her flying for about 20 meters. Grinding through the already scarred terrain, she just stands up and dusts off herself.

"You mean you are the Demon King's daughter?" the dragon asks slowly.

"One of the many, but since my mother was a concubine, I was treated very harshly. And when she died, I was kicked out of the castle," the knight says, disgust and hatred filling the air around her. "Demons value only power and status, something that always disgusted me. Because of these things I ran away from my homeland, until days later, I found myself in human territory. Not that it was any better, most humans would immediately try to flee or kill me if they saw me." The dragon uses its wings to lift its body in the air, and starts spewing poison from its mouth in an attempt to kill the demonic knight. The knight simply raises her shield and a white light shines everywhere, neutralizing the poison clouds instantly.

"One day, I made the mistake to enter a village and try to steal some food. For all the magic power I held at my fingertips, I still needed to eat. I got caught in the act and probably would have been killed, if it wasn't for the princess you have abducted," the knight says and looks for a moment at a dome made of thorny brown vines that is positioned at the other end of the war zone.

"Oh, what an intense battle!" Odysseus exclaims as she keeps reading page after page, until she reaches the end. "Ohhhh, so the knight is in love with the princess. Though I have to say, I half-expected for this to be love between boys," she says and grimaces a little. "I always hated Yaoi." Reaching the last scene, a serene smile forms on her face. "Oh, how cute! The knight and princess built a house in the woods and raised a cute family," she says joyfully, when suddenly realization hits her. "Wait, if they are both females...how on earth did they have kids," it's the first question that pops in her mind. "and secondly, why do the characters seem so similar to me and Annabelle?" Her cheeks start flushing red slowly, becoming redder and redder as time passes. "Wouldn't that mean that maybe Annabelle is..."

"Odysseus, what are you doing in my bed?" Odysseus hears a voice calling to her and instantly jumps in the air like a scared cat.

"This is not what it looks like Annabelle!" Odysseus says quickly, putting her hands in front of her. It seems that despite the whole assassin training she had gone through and the war she had fought in, she still overreacts when getting scared. Annabelle, who has just exited the bathroom and is, too, wrapped with a towel, sees what Odysseus is holding with her right hand and immediately her face becomes as red as her hair.

"Wh-Why do you have my diary?" she asks quietly, which greatly unnerves Odysseus.

"W-Well, you see...eheheh...it is a funny story," Odysseus says with an awkward laugh, trying to find a believable excuse. "I was...going to the kitchen to start cooking and stumbled by mistake on your bed and threw down your diary, so when I picked it up...uum...I saw the story you were writing and I was curious about it, so I kept reading and reading and before I knew it, I read it till the end," she giggles at the end in an attempt to look innocent, but she fails spectacularly. "I have to say, it is very well written...ehehehe," she laughs innocently. If any God or God's exist out there, please don't let me die, I am to young to leave this world!

"You did what?!" Annabelle shouts and Odysseus takes a step back. "That's it, I'm putting you down!" she declares and storms forward so fast that Odysseus can't react in time and gets tackled by Annabelle onto her bed. Mounting her, Annabelle raises her hands over her head and shoots Odysseus a death glare.

"You have seen too much," she says darkly, her eyes full of killing intent. "It is time for you to vanish, Elpida," she chuckles darkly as her hands move slowly towards Odysseus.

"No, anything but that, Annabelle!" Odysseus pleads, her face having grown pale from fear. "I'll do anything you want, I beg you!"

"Can you erase what you read from your head?" Annabelle asks, the dark aura that surrounded her vanishing.

"Why? I really liked when you held me on your strong arms and kissed me passionately my beautiful knight," she says seductively and Annabelle's dark aura of certain death becomes so thick, it starts becoming visible.

"Your time has come. Accept your punishment!" she shouts and her hands shoot forward to...

"No! Ahahaha, please Annabelle, stop!" Odysseus manages to say between her laughter, under Annabelle's constant tickle assault.

"You thought you could escape after reading my diary?" Annabelle grins as she continues tickling Odysseus, whose face has become red from laughing too much.

"Please Annabelle, I beg you! Hahahaha! I can't take it any more!" Odysseus flails her body like a fish out of the water, but Annabelle remains firmly on top of her.

"If you cook tomorrow too, I'll stop," Annabelle says and Odysseus starts hitting her left hand on the mattress of the bed.

"I give in, I give in!" she says and Annabelle stops tickling her. Odysseus seizes this moment and grabs Annabelle's towel.

Annabelle looks at her hand, then Odysseus herself. "You wouldn't dare," she says slowly and Odysseus just grins at her.

"Lesson number one my dear knight!" Odysseus says in a superior voice. "Never let down your guard!" she finishes and yanks the towel, causing Annabelle to yelp in surprise and try to cover her exposed body, while Odysseus just starts laughing. "Now present to your princess a feast that befits royalty!" she exclaims while looking at Annabelle, wiping the minute blood that starts trickling from her nose.

"Why you!" she grumbles and grabs Odysseus' towel. "If I am going down, then so do you!" she says and yanks the towel too, causing Odysseus' body to be exposed.

"Noooo, how will I ever get married, now that you have tainted this maiden's pure body with your lustful gaze!" Odysseus cries in a fake manner, though Annabelle has gone quiet all of a sudden. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I-I'm sorry," Annabelle says as she eyes the numerous scars Odysseus' body has, which vary greatly in size and shape, going from tiny ones, to some that go from her abdomen all the way up to her chest.

"Oh come on, why the sudden mood change? It's not the first time you have seen them and it's not like I got them recently."

"I know, but...it must have hurt a lot," Annabelle says in a sad voice, handing her back her towel. "I'm sorry," she apologizes.

"Don't worry," Odysseus reassures her. "At least now I can say with confidence that I am a battle-hardened Amazon!" she exclaims and pumps her fist in the air.

"Hey, can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer if you don't want," she says hesitantly.

"Sure, go ahead!" Odysseus says cheerfully, unfazed by the sudden mood change.

"The scars the you have...uhm...both left and right...in the areas that are next to your bladder, they seem to be exactly the same size and...like they were made with extreme precision... So...did you have-"

"A surgery?" Odysseus finishes her sentence and Annabelle reluctantly nods. "Yes, though it is one of the...not so happy moments of my past. I...don't want to talk about it, sorry."

"I understand. S-Sorry for asking," Annabelle answers back, lowering her head a little.

"Anyway, we have more pressing matters than the sad story of my life," Odysseus says. Standing up, she grabs both of Annabelle's shoulders and stares at her intently. Annabelle moves her face a little backwards, feeling a bit awkward at her friend's stare. "Food."

"Eh?" Annabelle says, getting surprised by the word Odysseus says.

"I need food," Odysseus says and her stomach grumbles quite loudly. Clutching on her stomach, Odysseus looks at Annabelle with puppy eyes. "Please?"

"Fine, fine, I'll cook today," Annabelle sighs, knowing that any means of resistance is futile against her friend when she is hungry.

"Yay!" Odysseus exclaims and starts bouncing like a little kid.

"But you are helping me," Annabelle adds and Odysseus stops moving altogether.

"Do I have to?" she whines, but Annabelle seems adamant about it.

"Either you help or you can cook yourself," she says and then notices Odysseus is still naked. "And for God's sake, cover yourself."

"You are one to talk," Odysseus grins and points at Annabelle, who is still naked. Annabelle quickly looks around for her towel, which is...in Odysseus' hands.

"Give it back Odysseus!" she quickly says, trying to grab it, but failing as Odysseus takes a step back.

"Nope," Odysseus says, waving a finger at her. Then an idea pops in her mind and a villainous grin forms on her face. "If you dress as a French maid and call me Master for a day, I'll give your towel back."

"When I get my hands on you, I'll make sure you experience your worst nightmares," Annabelle declares darkly, her eyes having a dangerous gleam.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Odysseus says and starts running all over the place.

"Come back here you perverted exhibitionist!" Annabelle screams and starts chasing her.

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Since this is one of the few attempts in my story to make something funny, please review it. I want to know if I got it right. Thanks in advance have a great day/night!