A/N:

Ok, This note part I really don't know what to say anymore.

I guess, thanks for reading this far.

I really appreciate it.

This chapter going to be cool.

The fellow comrade, Commissar Sarissa, has helped me once more in the fight department.

Please read his fic, Eastern Wolf.

Thank you, and enjoy.

Chapter 6

Truths

Ebon could not believe her eyes. Her sister was right in front of her. Her sister, that she has been she had been looking for for months. But, she looked different, very different. She was wearing oddly enough the same clothes she had when she had last seen her but had some new scars. Aura healed most scars, but there were some still prevalent on her arms and legs. "What did they do to you, " Ebon asked in a concerned tone. Ivory didn't answer. Ebon felt unjust rage growing inside.

"Hey! You! What did you do to her?!" She glared into the sky.

The speaker crackle on, "I did my job, you of all people should understand that."

Ebon was in a difficult mood of joy, relief, sadness, and confusion, but her anger, an emotion she didn't know why she posses, won over the battle for her mind. But she did not show it, subconsciously keeping it bottled with her semblance, "So, what do you what me to do." She wished to continue the conversation. Looking around herself.

"Simple. I want you to kill your sister."

Ebon was nonchalant at first, she responded a moment after processing the absurd request. "W-why do you want us to fight? Much less kill each other. She's my sister." She questioned and doubted with a sprightly calm town.

Without question, Ivory drew her tonfas. "Ivory, reall-, " she was cut off by Ivory rushing forward with a sudden burst of speed, holding her right arm back and pressed the other against her side.

Reacting with an annoyed growl, Ebon drew her folded weapon, bringing up to block as Ivory's never changing elbow swing. Before Ivory could throw yet another elbow swing, Ebon quicked her squarely in the stomach, forcing her a foot back. After that, Ebon unfolded Hiraeth Warden, "Ivory, don't do this." She deadpanned, resting her hammer on the cold floor. Ivory knitted her brow together, before launching herself in the same attack before. Ebon repeated her previous action, swinging her hammer in a diagonally. She evidently frowned as she noticed Ivory had not thrown herself in the air as she predicted. Strafing to the left, getting further under Ebon's guard. She sped forward from there, jamming both tonfas into her sister's gut, before striking her in the cheek with her right hand. She ended the flurry by punching through her sister's head, making sure her elbow blade chipped at her aura.

Letting her head rolled with the first blow, Ebon avoided most of the last strike, the tip of the elbow blade nicking her cheek. Growling, Ebon swung her hammer back around her head, swinging it at Ivory's left side in a fluid motion.

The headstrong Ivory, thinking she could beat her sister in physical strength, had the audacity to stand still and accept the blow, of course, crossing her tonfas and pressing them against her left side. The result, of course, was Her guard being broken, and herself being thrown back a few more feet as the head of the hammer was thrust through her stomach. Bringing back her hammer and resting it on her shoulder, Ebon walked forward. 'She's gotten faster, but still can't tell what's bigger than her little blades.'

Four years earlier

Ivory was staring down Ebon on a cold stormy evening. Cliché, to those who never went through the pain they had. The rain wept, confusing the drops of water on Ivory's face from tears and rain. "The humans did this! To our mother, Ebon! It's all their fault! Look at us! Look at our world! How can you not care?!" Ebon was looking down at the drowned grass. The water running down the small, titled mound of earth they stood upon. She did not respond. Too sad at her sister's fall and her truths. "Answer me! Answer me dearest sister of mine!" Her spitting hurt.

"They didn't do it alone; there was a Faunus ther-."

"That doesn't excuse the humans! That doesn't excuse anything! That doesn't excuse the world! Everything!.Everything they've done to us!" Ivory the face of pure rage. Nothing else could describe the fire in her eyes. "Sister, dearest sister of mine… If… if you don't want to take revenge, to right every wrong the humans have done… Then I will."

Ivory started stalking off the mound they used to play on as children. Heading to the forest, finishing her cry and growl. Ebon had to stop her, she had to try. In a sudden burst of speed, she appeared before Ivory. "Ivory... wait. " Ebon ordered with a blank, authoritarian voice." "If you want to leave, to kill and maim, to right all your wrongs by punishing those we worked side by side with… then you'll have to add my blood to your hands…"

Ivory let out a dry chuckle. "I thought the younger sibling was the difficult one. She made the first move.

She drew a single tonfa, already loaded, with her right hand. And shot Ebon twice in the shoulder. The dust bullets evaporated against Ebon's already thrown up aura. Ivory lately sped forward, not fully expecting her sister to be fully prepared for a duel. Planning to have the element of surprise on her side, which she did not, she expected to be able to land a free strike against her sister's head. Ebon, having not yet drawn her own weapon, caught Ivory's right fist, twisted it and punched her in the wrist, causing Ivory to sporadically drop her Tonfa.

Still being encased in Ebon's iron grip, Ivory twisted and side kicked Ebon in the stomach, forcing her to release Ivory and stumble backward. Ivory pressed on, sliding forward and kicking again with the same leg. Lowering her head to the ground with the last kick, she caught Ebon in the chin.

Squaring herself, She slid back, only to press forward once more, she stepped forward with her right leg and spun around, bringing up her left heel, kicked forward. Ebon was forced back even further, finally getting around to placing one hand on her weapon's grip. Ivory, in that same kick that had missed Ebon's head, swung her leg back around to make a roundhouse kick. Finally recovering from the initial shock of actually participating in a deathmatch with her sister, she grabbed Ivory's foot, dropped it to the ground, and did the same kick back at her in the same movement, catching Ivory in the back of the head.

Having taken multiple steps away from the mound they spoke on, Ebon's kick knocked Ivory to a nearby tree. Ebon finally drew her weapon and charged towards Ivory. Though, she stopped out of confusion as Ivory simply laid slumped against the tree. Ebon sighed, dropping her weapon on the ground and holding it up by leaning on the hilt. "Give it up, Ivory. You one girl against nearly the entirety of the world. Just… come home, or at least find one with me." Ivory looks up, with a grimace. She didn't want this to be the battle that lost her the war. The war could be lost as soon as she got revenge for their mother. Her mother. She had to do something, this couldn't be the end of all her dreams and desires. Not even in peace.

Ebon stood maybe a foot away from her. Waiting for a response as she leisurely laid on her weapon.

Ivory let out a long, tired sigh, already channeling her aura into her raw arms.

"I'm sorry. But I have to. Unlike you, I just don't give up once something that can and will be stopped passes a foot ahead of you. I'm doing this for our- MY mother!" Ivory spat. throwing her arms into an X to make a large barrier that immediately exploded, both blowing and blinding Ebon back while scorching both her for arms.

When Ebon came to, throwing herself up past the buzzes and blurs, noticed a large crater in front of the same place that the Ivory laid at and, when standing. a trail of trees lined away from where she was standing as well. Shaking her head, she knelt down and punched the ground. Muttering under her breath.

"First… my mother, now… you..."

Present day

They were at a standstill in that arena. Both Ebon's strength and Ivory speed tearing the breath out of the sisters. The duel lasting for thirty minutes offered no help to their already tired position. Ebon noted that Ivory had kept all her exhausted attacks precise, while Ivory noted all of Ebon's attacks, though slowing, still struck hard as time and time she proved she could easily bypass her thrown up defenses. They rush each other in one last attempt until a voice stopped them.

"Alright, cut!" The voice said out of the blue. Ebon stopped mid-swing, letting her hammer fall back as she was truly exhausted by the dual. Completely ignoring her sister, who had not said a word beside the grunts and moans, spoke into the air.

" Wha-what do you mean? 'cut'?"

"I, uh, mean the fight is over."

Her sister blew a sigh, the initial thought and mentality of a deathmatch blew away.

" Hmph. Holding back is harder than expected. Though the exhaustion, not so much. Heh. Gods, you're sister's fighting style is quite… dull. Honestly, she expects to chip away at her opponent's defenses with the same attack, and hopes to herself that she won't get hit as often." Ivory spoke in a completely different voice, shrugging her shoulders." Ivory tapped her cheek and the display folded back. Revealing a different face.

"Anyway, Ebon Falke, you have passed the test." Ebon gave many dull blinks at the woman masquerading as her sister.

" Y-y-you... Who… What... are you?"

"Hmm? Oh. I am Eirwen Roanfaust, pleased to- no. Actually, That you should be saying, anyway, I wish for you to join me. And don't worry, all your travel expenses, including that little incident, are all covered." said Eirwen, with a hand, held out.

Ebon hesitated, still processing the end of the proposed deathmatch, the sudden disappearance of what she thought to be her sister, and how she knew about the traffickers.

"I don't know yet, being paid for the trip here sounds great, but… I'm kinda missing my sister." Ebon joked as she cleared her mind.

"Hmph, Very well. Oh, and Ivory, do drop the act." The speaker crackle on and cut off just as fast.

"Oh, good. 'Ello Sis!" Ebon, once more, found difficulty in believing everything. 'How can they just switch places like that?' Eirwen walked in front of Ebon.

"Here, how about this. At least hear what I have to say, but not here, we will discuss this somewhere else with your, actual sister," She gestured to herself. "Also, does the other person agree?" Eirwen looked up at the spectator box. A spotlight swung to said box. The figure of Leena was caught by surprise by the sudden spotlight, having stood there the entire time to observe the previous match.

" I-I guess."

Eirwen moved on from the random appearance of her, "Well, that settles her, how about you?"

Taking a long breath, Ebon decided to roll with the sudden events firing in quick succession and agreed.

"We'll talk after I see my real sister." A crooked smile lit up on Eirwen's face.

" Splendid!" Eirwen took another step forward and held Ebon's tired hands resting at her sides. " Sig, could you lead our other guest to the bullhead."

" Yeah, yeah, I got it," Signi shouted back at Eirwen, appearing in the spectator's booth. A faint echo revealed his next words, "Ms. Halloran, please, this way."

"Alright." They disappeared beyond some doors leading somewhere in the compound. Leaving both Eirwen and Ebon alone in the ring.

"My sister is perfectly fine, right?"

"Yes, she is, but her, erm, fashion choices, uh…" She looked down at herself. "Could use some improvement. Now, let's go." Eirwen had walked the both of them towards an elevator that appeared and opened at the press of a button and motioned Ebon in. Still slightly hesitant, she took a step in and stop at the side of Eirwen. Eirwen leaned forward and pressed the top button on the elevator. The elevator smoothly started to go up. The ride was mostly in silence which was unsettling for Ebon, given everything she had experienced in under three minutes, but the elevator ride ended sooner than she thought. As Eirwen left the elevator out on the roof, she whispered something unnecessary, but self-desired in Ebon's ear with a sicking smile only she knew of.

"Those scars you saw..., they were mine." Ebon was completely silent, wearing a straight face as they walked down the paved path to the bullhead waiting for them.

A/N:

Wow, what a chapter.

Got this one out little early.

Hope you liked it.

Onwards, to the mysterious place that Eirwen is taking them.

(P.S: Here is a hint for the next chapter: Mirror, Mirror)