Era: Dawn

by CrystalSeeker

Rating: mature
Tags: Violence, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Sex, Death, Human, Anthro, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Romance, Original Character, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Profanity, Adventure
Length: 5929

This is a story of a great tale, a tale that tells the story of not just one, but many heroes and heroines, in a war for control of the Ruling World, a world with an endless supply of oil, minerals, resources, and a secret long forgotten in myths.

The year is 1200, Cycle 40570945.

The Ruling World, a world considered the crowning jewel of the reality it resides in, a spot desired by all galactic empires and species. The one who holds this planet, holds the power, and as such, the planet itself has drawn not only many visitors, but wars that do not involve the populace of the world itself. Empires have fought and died, races having gone extinct for the trump card of a world, but none have truly managed to claim it. But then again, who truly could?

The world is wild, and untamed, and has a cycle that happens every 100,000 years, where the entire world is suddenly engulfed by the planet's natural form of existence, as the world, strangely enough, begins to create a total of 25 more layers over the crust, which in turn not only just increases it's overall size, but also adds more unique resources and minerals that are only found on the planet itself, making it more wild and untamed than before.

After so many cycles, a single empire discovers the planet of war, and with it follows a war of their own. The Solar Empire, the Lunar Republic, and the Chaotic Council, who all originate from the homeworld long since abandoned known as Equus, and they will soon discover not only those that call the Ruling World home, but also the many secrets that lie in not only the world itself, but also what lies down below the layers of dirt, down to where the caves supposedly reign supreme, and hold monstrosities of old worlds, as the myth goes.

Who will reign supreme in the war for control?

Published 2018-02-08 19:30:12 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-08 19:30:12 UTC

Prologue

Author's Note

Okay, so, this story I am currently writing here is currently going to become my largest project yet, consisting of many crossovers, characters, and holding a plentiful amount of genres and hopefully very detailed stories all mixing together into one story. I do hope that all of you enjoy, and if not, then I guess I can’t blame you, I haven’t been working on stories that long since I finally got my inspiration back, but I promise I am trying, and while it might not be good now or at first, I do thank you for at least taking the time to examine it and see if it’s in your interest. Please, constructive criticism is more than welcome, but please don’t give criticism that doesn’t actually point out anything other than how much you dislike it. If you truly do dislike it, just hit the dislike button and move on, it’s not like you Have to read the story.

Prologue

The Ruling World.

That was the name given to the world that had no limits to resources, minerals, or even oil. The world was massive, the largest planet known in the history books of most all galactic species, known for its rich abundance of colors, and known for defying not only destruction, but turning what would try to destroy it into another material altogether, as that is what made the world untamed and unnatural, yet it was still a world fought hard for, as the amount of resources that the world could provide was beyond that of even a machine capable of making a row of money without the supplies needed and being put on automatic. The world was that desired of a target, even for those who have little need for it, because where the resources come, they can be imported, and if they are imported, they can make an empire who does not need the resources rich beyond their wildest dreams.

Of course, that does not mean that it is such an easy target, as it even draws the attention of races similar to parasitic creatures or aliens that desire a safe haven that they could call their own.

It has been some time since the world had seen war, and it was welcomed by the populace on the surface, but even what very little bits of peace one can acquire can disappear with the blink of an eye.

Ponykind, once a proud and peaceful race living on the world known as Equus, has advanced in the work of science and technological advancement, which in turn caused the resources to run low, and begin wars among themselves. The Princess of the Sun was the one that held the Empire together when the war began to brew, staying loyal to the people who supported the empire, while those who viewed their work as a threat to their lives, and turned their backs on the empire, were led by the Princess of the Moon, who turned her back on her own sister out of the feeling of betrayal to their own people. All the while, the few ponies who did not choose either side, they decided to indulge in their inner demons, and create a terrorist group, calling themselves the Chaotic Council. And in almost an instant, the war began.

The Princesses mostly viewed one another as the more serious threat to the existence of ponykind, while the Chaotic Council itself had gone into using subterfuge so to slowly cripple either side with hopes of bringing forth a new era of government.

Eventually the world began to tear itself apart, leading to the creation of space faring starships, and leaving the planet, not leaving a single soul behind on the dying world, and all three factions went their separate ways.

The Solar Empire, with the way they have operated, had quickly become enemies with most all alien species out in the galaxy, before soon coming across a species known as humans, where they joined forces against a galaxy that despised both species, and in turn forged the Galactic Solar Empire.

The Lunar Republic, much like the GSE, became the ULR, forging alliances among the many alien species so to grow their numbers and in turn be prepared for a future war against the GSE.

Meanwhile, the Chaotic Council became the Enemy of Galactic Peace, or EGP, and with the aid of the more monstrous species, had become a powerful and very dangerous threat to the galaxy in a whole.

And now, nearly 1200 years since the first day of the first war, the three empires clash again, but this time, it is not in the name of their ideals, but this time it is in the name of their best interests, for each side desired control of the Ruling World, and they were willing to fight to the bitter end for it.

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

Space, known by many as the final frontier, and commonly looked upon with great amounts of respect, beauty, curiosity, and fear. Many who live among the other species of the galaxy have gotten used to life in space, as it had come to be, in a sense, a normal thing in their daily lives, especially given the fact that most all species are space faring nowadays.

A single ship, a reconnaissance ship, was currently flying through the void, scouting out the far reaches of unknown territory, which was a lot closer to the core than was for comfort. The core, which many expected to be a massive core of destruction and wormholes, was actually the location of the planet known as the Ruling World, and, much like any other core, the core of this galaxy was surrounded by thousands if not millions of long dead ships, the husks of ancient civilizations and the other species who had fought in war for control of this very center, as those who hold the center, as many have told, hold the key instrument to becoming the true leader of the galaxy. Of course those are just tales, but that does not mean many haven't sought it out for that very reason.

Within the ship, known as the Sense of Silver, a single mare, who stood on two hooves, with legs similar to that in shape of a Quarian, her torso having mostly human shape, alongside the two E cups, her arms were humanoid, with four digit hands, and finally she had the head of a pony, with a long black mane, a snow white coat, and deep violet irises. Alongside this, she wore a finely made uniform over her clothing, made of the finest materials that could stop anything short of a laser, with a few black reinforced plating, the suit itself was a snow white, with the symbol of Celestia's mark on the back of the uniform, her ranking on her left shoulder, her rank being that of a Major, and finally she had multiple medals adorned on her uniform from her extensive time in the battlefield.

Stopping at the door down the snow white hall of the ship she was assigned to, she pulled out a small datapad, holding it up to the lock, which caused the recently red light to turn green as a emotionless and synthetic voice echoed through the lock. "Ranking and Title recognized, access to the bridge is accepted. Have a safe trip, Major Solar Edge."

The mare, now known as Solar Edge, steps through the open door, walking over to the captain's chair, where the current captain of the ship resided. The mare in the chair turns to Seraph, a hand under her chin as the elbow rested on the arm of the chair, the white coated mare had golden irises that eyed the Major. The captain was a beauty that had no rival except for possible Solar Edge, catching the eyes of nearly any stallions and the occasional mare. She also bore a long blue mane, a color not too common among the ponies of the GSE. The ponies of the GSE consisted of very few colors, unlike their ancestors, and were distinguished by their faces and names now instead of the color of them. The most common mane colors were black, blonde, pink, and white, while the coats common colors were black, tan, orange, pink, or white, mostly acquired through their lives in space, though none are entirely sure how they came to be.

The mare sighs softly as she folds her hands over her crossed legs. "Major Edge, I assume you know why I requested you come here?"

Edge keeps her violet eyes on the mature mare before her, folding her hands behind her back as she says with a calm demeanor. "Only a few bits and pieces from the exhausted human male you sent my way, he seemed to be one of the attached types."

"Ah yes, the poor boy." The captain sighs, glancing to the side. "It's a wonder how he manages to do his work without going into a full breakdown in front of the two of us."

"Did you call me for a chat, or was there an actual need for me to be here, Captain." The Major says to break the ice.

"Yes, actually." The captain turns in her chair, looking out the window of the ship, where they could see the core planet below. "As you can see, we have found what we were looking for."

"I see." Edge says with the same serene emotion. "And are there any words on the ULR and EGP?"

"Not that we can tell, but odds are they are down on the planet as well, trying to take control." The Captain brushes her hair out of her face as she sighs softly. "I am worried as to what will truly be down there, so I need someone to scan the planet while we request reinforcements." She looks at Edge. "Suggestions?"

"Specialist Seraph Archangel, that is who I would recommend." Edge says calmly.

"Very well, we will send her, and we will do so now. This is a crucial mission, so I am entrusting your choice, Major."

Edge simply nods, before taking her leave.

Seraph, Lieutenant Commander of the GSE, and heavily trained in most all combat skills, sighs with a rather heavy if not tired breath, as she had gotten the debrief from Major Edge, and was now currently sitting in her new vessel as it descended to the planet on autopilot. As it had done so, she had gotten a quick meal of T-Bone, Crowned Vodka, and a baked potato with allioi. And now she felt a sense of tiredness, so she caught a few Zs earlier in the bed.

With a shake of her head as she now currently sat in the cockpit, she watched as the ship soon entered the atmosphere, goes through the fiery entrance, before soon making it out, and heading straight for the land below. She rubbed her chin as she discovered that the land she flew over had a lot in the name of medieval times technology, so with that in mind, she touches down at the nearest open area, and docks the ship, before climbing out of the cockpit, heading into the cargo bay, and loading up on a MA5C with 6 Magazines, a M99 with 5 Magazines, a pair of M1911s with 8 Magazines each, and finally a set of 4 Frag, 4 Smoke, and 4 Flash grenades. Before heading out, she also puts on a suit of MOK-44 Power Armor, designed for a mix of stealth and combat, so to be able to be prepared for either. And with that she opens up the cargo bay doors and jumps out.

But, much to her surprise, when she had come out of the cockpit, she had come into contact immediately with a group of six humans in blue and white armor and robes, making Seraph cautious as she kept her hands ready for any sort of movement. But much to her surprise, the one in the center, who looked to be rather young, yet obviously a veteran of war, steps up with his hands raised in a sense of peace. Taking this into note, Seraph slowly lowers the combat stance, but not her guard.

The human then began speaking in an unknown language, making Seraph sigh as she raised a finger and then placed two against the side of her helmet. Once it scanned for translations, it read that they spoke in ancient french, which made her nod as she turned to them and spoke, the translations having been complete. "My name is Seraph Archangel, and I am Lieutenant Commander of the Galactic Solar Empire, I come in peace."

The man with the large sword speaks at this, the man who talked earlier that is, wearing light plating armor with a long tunic replacing the additional armor over the torso. "I am Saito Hiragi, second child of the Hiragi family, a branched off family from the Valliere Family, and I am in command of this squad of Magic Knights, the Blue Templars."

Seraph grunts mentally at the fact they were medieval, definitely, and they specialized in combat and magic, which would prove to be a problem if she ends up fighting them. "Where are you six going?"

"We are searching for a woman, heading southwest, towards the city known as Hov, in an attempt to secure her before she reaches the city."

"Is she a criminal?"

"No, but she arrived through unexpected events, and the city of Hov is known as the City of Sin, Gambling, and Slavery." Seraph's eyes narrow. "It is the only city within these lands that practice in Slavery, so we have to play the diplomatic approach as we attempt to secure the woman before she turns into a slave of any kind."

"I see, well, I shall be willing to help, where do we need to go?"

Saito looks at the taller woman, who gives a nod, causing Saito to turn his gaze to Seraph again. "As we have said, we are heading Southeast, if you could manage to aid us, we would be grateful, and we would also be willing to compensate you."

Seraph could tell he was sincere, and of course she would need to learn the economy of this land. And to be honest, having a form of trust with the locals is a stepping stone to getting control of the planet itself. So, with a silent sigh, she nods. "Then let us get going, shall we?"

Saito nods, as the now seven members of the group begin their trek towards Hov.

Louise slowly opens her eyes to the sun shining into her room that next morning, making her yawn silently as she looks to her side, and sees Ember still fast asleep at her side, making Louise smile softly and sweetly as she gently kisses the dragoness on the lips, and begins snuggling with her familiar, enjoying the warmth that the dragoness' body was letting off.

After a bit of 30 minutes, Ember slowly awakens, yawning softly as she sits up, and looks down at Louise, blushing deeply herself as she gently strokes Louise's hair, making Louise open her eyes and look at her. The two simply stare into each other's eyes for a few moments, before Louise slowly sits up, stretching her arms out. "Well, we'd best get dressed and head to breakfast."

Ember's stomach literally growls like a demon at the sound of breakfast.

"Yeah, breakfast is a good idea." Louise enforced after hearing that, and goes to get dressed, before offering Ember a larger set of the clothes. "Kirche came by last night and offered some of her spare uniforms." She looks to the side with an annoyed look. "That damned Kirche, what the hell is she up to..."

Ember slips the clothes on, her wings immediately making holes in the shirt, but regardless, she was now dressed and no longer buck naked, so she couldn't complain. And with that, the two head out into the halls, down the stairs , and then head for the dining hall. But before they could make it far, the two heard a loud crash in the courtyard, making the two stumble, look at each other, before quickly bolting to the scene to see what the hell happened. And upon making it there, they stared with wide eyes and slacked jaws, like all the other students as they saw a massive metal beast, with a crescent moon insignia on the side, as out from the back of the ship, a pair of... Horse-people? Both with dark blue coats, however one had a pink mane while the other had a purple mane, and they stood on strangely shaped legs with hooves at the bottom, wearing suits of unknown kind, probably a uniform, and wore strange devices on their ears.

The two twin-looking mares looked around at the group of people, before the two pressed on their earpieces, before one spoke in their language. "Uh... We are envoys of the United Lunar Republic, and... Uh... We come in peace!" One shouts as they hold up their fingers in a V sign.

The twin slaps her upside the head as she spoke. "Idiot, now they think we're weird."

"We already were weird the moment we landed the ship, sis."

"...Fair point, I guess." The two slump their shoulders, having gone through yet another failed first contact.

Far in the outer reaches of the continent known as Halkeginia, within the sandy badlands known as Argeni, a embassy of the Enemies of Galactic Peace was set up before the war driven land, and the first steps to beginning their attempt at controlling the land, began with the first phase, releasing the flood among the surviving members of the badlands, but keeping control on them so not to go too fast or too far in such a short time, as they didn't think there was any fun in that.

While further in the wastes, a single Flood Hunter was wandering through the desolate badlands, before stopping at the sight of a strange metal sphere slowly rising from the sands, before a single barrel aims at the Hunter, and a beam of energy shoots out, hitting the hunter, and sending it's body to the void, before the barrel slowly retracts, and the sphere slowly returns underneath the sands of the badlands, lost once again.

... To Be Continued...

Chapter 3

Far off to the outer lands, across the badlands of the Nihle, a small group of wanderers were traveling through the wastelands of the land, the Nihle, for the people of the lands, was called the Earthern Wastelands, as the lands of the Nihle were exactly, if only partially, the same as the wastelands of America, China, Russia, and the such, and as expected from a similar version of the land, there were also similar factions and settlements and the such. However unlike the original wastelands of Earth, these wastelands have been around much longer, and the factions have begun to rebuild the land. There were many tales about the land in of itself, similar to the tales in Tristain and other lands.

However, the small group that currently wandered through the wasteland belonged to a faction that had been formed not that long ago, known as the Wasteland Society Of Tzar, or WST, taking the name Tzar from the original word that meant Emperor in russian, the people followed a man who used that name as his title of leader instead of the many other names that could have been chosen, and with this new title, while the faction is still new and fresh, their achievements and skills have not gone unnoticed. They had managed to use some technology of the ancients to summon forth one ally before the machine broke down, and that someone was none other than the Director of the original Institute, known as Alec Miles, and with the help of this long forgotten hero of both the new and old world, they managed to grow into a great faction, but alas, they still did not have the troups needed.

The group consisted of a total of four people, all of which were once members of the once existing Desert Rangers, but with the rangers having disappeared, they had gone back to traveling, since they weren't interested in joining the NCR, or NEA as they were known as in this world. These four figures were known as heroes to some degree as well, but with the lack of interest in the wars around them, they haven't done anything heroic in quite some time now.

The first member of the group, was the man wearing an armored vest over the green coat and white sweater, a pair of dirtied sleek pants, and finally a pair of military grade black boots. The man also carried a G41 with a Laser Sight, a Holo-Scope, an extended magazine capable of holding a total of 60 7.62 Rounds per magazine and a flashlight on the other end of the barrel. He also wore a beaten cowboy hat with the Desert Ranger Star on the front, and finally he had medium length, messy black hair alongside a thick black beard that rivaled the Greybeards back on Nirn. He was the current leader of the group, who goes by the name of 'Stix', as he only shares his real name with his fellow brothers and sisters in arms.

The second member of the group was a young woman, only a day past becoming 18, and carrying a Hunting Shotgun alongside a M1911, her features were of course of a certain type of beauty, one that could rival many in the wasteland, as she was originally from Boston before making it to the Desert Rangers back then, which in turn led to her being not only extremely slim, but also made her the most well endowed woman in history. But the details will be skimmed over for the current moment in time. She also had extremely long hair, the only one in the entire wasteland who's hair was the color of the cleanest of snow, while she wore a Vault 113 jumpsuit, and had to do some heavy work on the average combat armor just so it'd fit without squeezing everything to the point of deadly pain.

The third member was a tall suit of power armor, the armor being known as a suit of Z-01, a suit of power armor that was designed to be as protective as possible, which in turn ended up making the frame unable to move as quickly as any other frames, but fast enough to keep up with a slow jog. The plating was that thick and armored for the utmost protection to create a sense of walking fortress, while equipping a few weapons into the suit so the wearer didn't have to swap between minigun or gatling laser or even missle launcher, instead the suit of armor carried a TSC Combat Rifle that he got from back when there was a war between the Brotherhood of Man and the TSC. Of course, the war is long since over, but they allowed the man to keep the armor and weapons as a sign of respect since they'd rather not tell a suit of armor that could beat the hell out of a suit of Hammerhead Power Armor to give them the toys he grew attached to.

The last member of the group was a total enigma. Unlike what the NCR, who is now space faring, like to claim, the NCR Rangers do in fact get deserters, and this specific ranger is living proof of that. The ranger wore a set of Elite Riot Gear, but instead of the average armor pieces, the chest piece, the shoulders, and the lower legs were covered in X-01 armor, which has yet to be discovered as to how this person, who's gender is unknown, was able to move around with such armor as if they were Legate Lanius himself. That is just how it was, a unknown figure, wearing armor of the same weight as Lanius's Legate Armor, and they moved around in it with even more mobility than Lanius could ever hope to move in.

The four members of the group continued on with their march, keeping an eye out for anything of some importance or perhaps of same unknown danger, as they made their way for the lands known as Valatinate by those of the Halkeginia inlands. Little did they know that the people of Halkeginia viewed their lands as the badlands, with the name they gave their continent Kurgans.

Louise just stood there, staring at the two twin ponies that were currently sitting on their knees in front of a currently ranting noble that had come into the academy an hour ago to deliver a message from the annoying fat lump known as Moss, or at least that's what everyone called the fat noble. This noble was of a more respectable family, his name being that of Morris Hiragi, the eldest of Louise's cousins, and the man had a rather annoyed look as he was giving them a lecture on how to properly do first contact with another 'country' as everyone had assumed they came from.

Eventually one of them whines. "But we aren't from another country!"

"Don't make excuses!" Morris barked.

The twin hangs her head as she mutters out in resignation. "M'kay..."

As the man gave them that lecture, Louise noticed her eldest sister, Charlotte, comes over from the main chambers, and gives a rather blank expression, before saying calmly to Louise. "It seems that the Royal Family has a message for us."

Louise gains a sweat drop at this. "Yeah? That explains cousin Morris's amazing timing... But it seems he's busy with another one of his rants..." She lets out a soft sigh.

Charlotte had a sweat drop as well. "That he is... Of all the Hiragi, why did the eldest have to be the one most fixated on things like contact with unknown countries or civilizations or the such?"

"I wouldn't know, personally..." Louise admits. "Should we save the two visitors?"

"Oh heavens no, the last thing I need is Morris giving Me one of those lectures." She turns and starts walking, a hand in the air. "Tell me when the man is done, I'll be in the dining hall for a moment. Oh, and I'll be sure to grab you and your familiar some breakfast on the way."

"Thank you, sister!" Louise shouted as politely as possible before returning her gaze to the scene. After some time, Louise looks at Ember. "When do you think he'll stop?"

"It's been nearly an hour of ranting, I'd be surprised if it doesn't end until the end of the day."

"Well, that would be a short lecture for him."

"Wait, he actually lectures for days?"

"Yeah, he lectured Charlotte for nearly a week before he let her go, and that was when we were younger. Now he's older, with better lungs, and an even bigger sense of agitation for things that don't go as they should."

Ember sighs. "So odds are he won't stop anytime soon."

"Pretty much."

"Well, your sister is bringing food, yes?"

"Yeah, and with this going on, I would be surprised if the other students chose this over going to class."

Saito places down a few gold coins in front of the gate guard outpost. "Entry for seven." He then suddenly felt a shiver down his spine. Glancing back at Iona, he says quietly. "He's at it again."

Iona groans. "Your elder brother is insane."

Saito nods, before the seven people head into the city of Hov, and the first thing they noticed upon entering was just how much of a slums it really was, as in a city like this, the slums are of greater size than the commoner and nobility sectors, given the slavery and gambling it runs off of. With a slight shake of the head, Saito speaks up as the seven walk. "Keep your guards up, even in a group like this, they don't play by Tristain rules, so try not to get separated, and don't let anyone pull a fast one on you."

Everyone minus Seraph says in unison. "Yes, Commander!"

Seraph kept her M1911 as the ready, not liking this place at all, as it reminded her of the criminal sectors of the galaxy, mainly where the territories of the Enemies of Galactic Peace resided. Giving a silent mumble, she keeps with the six that she could tell were as much on edge as she was, while realizing that the buildings almost rivaled that of newly founded colonies, which was of much surprise to her, but regardless...

After a while of walking, the group managed to come across the entrance to the arena, where Saito steps up to the man running the place, and speaks. "We're looking for a woman, 4'9", black hair, wears an odd uniform."

"You're looking for that girl that had gone and gotten herself thrown down into the cells of the arena then?" The man asks, before letting out a laugh. "The wench went and slew a few of our nobility who wanted some fun... Well... She didn't kill them actually, but she pissed them off enough to hire the guards. And if the guards were involved, we had to take her in our cell. She's going to be sent into the arena to prove herself as a capable slave." Seraph glares at the man. "You want her, we can give her to you, but you gotta make it worthwhile, current prices offered are for after the arena, being worth 24,000 new gold. How much can you pay, hmm? If it's beyond that, we'll deal."

Saito sighs softly. "I'm too tired for this shit..." He pulls out a bag, with the sigil of the void on it, and begins pouring out separate piles of 100 new gold, before eventually making it to 24,000. After that, he pulls out the last coin of gold from the bag and sets it down. "This is the only thing I can offer that bypasses new gold."

The man checks the coin out, before giving a disgusting grin. "24,000 New gold and one White=Gold eh? You must want her badly. Fine, she's yours. Wait here while we go get her." He goes back inside.

Iona whispers into Saito's ear. "That was your entire monthly pay, Saito, you sure you can do fine without it?"

He says with a tiny sliver of bitterness in his always emotionless tone. "With what I'm doing, the crown would be insane not to compensate for my sacrifice." He grunts a little. "Even the Princess herself is likely to pay well for my work, that's how well I trust them."

Iona slowly nods, while Seraph had an intrigued look on her face. The human she was helping seemed to be on good terms with the royalty of this land, which, in turn, gives her a second stepping stone alongside the first that should allow her to build a foundation for the alliance that she could make with these people. With a silent prayer, she couldn't help but hope that she manages to get the peace treaty before any ULR members managed to do so.

After about 45 minutes, the man comes out with the black haired woman, who appeared to be no older than 15 or 16, making the group, all but Saito, to blink in utter confusion. The slaver man then speaks. "Here she is, the girl you described. Now, best make like horses and run back to the capital before the other nobles realize someone outside of Hov outbid them."

Saito nods as the seven, now eight group party take their leave, and exit the city. As they began walking, the healer finally yells out in annoyance. "Gods damn it! Okay, I get you're super perceptive of being a detective alongside your abilities as a Blue Templar, but SERIOUSLY?! The girl is EXACTLY as you explained her to be! How in the ever loving hell did you manage to get so much detail on the girl?!"

Saito says calmly while the woman in question had a surprised look upon them knowing how she looked without even meeting her. "I told you, the sheddings of black hair, the footprints that would support someone at 4'9 with a thin weight, and one piece I've yet to explain, the tree nearby had a few blade nicks in it, and with my training in blades, it was easy to deduce it was a type of katana."

The girl was quite impressed how well he figured it out with so little information, while Iona says calmly. "It's just how my husband is, well trained and never lets a simple piece of detail slip past him." She adds as she closes her eyes. "After all, he was the only man in all of history to join the military at 18, which is the youngest compared to most everyone else... Except perhaps the elves."

Their elven companion says at this. "True, the elves back home tend to place even the youngest of their members into a dangerous position so to be at their best against those they are at war with." She scratches her cheek awkwardly. "Young sister Tiffania ran away not too long ago to try and live peacefully in the human territory as a sort of healer." She smiles softly. "She's good at what she does too."

"I bet." The healer said, staff behind his head again as he hung his hands on it. "I hear she's got quite the pair of me-GAH!!" He instantly got an elbow to the gut by the second in command before he could finish his comment.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was currently reading some books on alchemy in her office, before noticing the young girl known as Yumina the VII come into her office. "Yes, Yumina? Is there something I can help you with?"

Yumina stands before her. "I wished to know if I may begin practicing with the magics I was taught back home, instead of trying to learn the magics of this country?"

"Ah, still having trouble adjusting?" Charlotte asks, earning a nod. "Very well, I shall permit it." She gives a look. "By the way, how is the reincarnation of Mochizuki Touya doing."

Yumina blushes. "You heard then..."

"Nothing goes by in this school without me knowing, Yumina, just make sure he's safe and do try not to overwhelm him with things. I'm sure a hero of ancient legends would find it hard to adjust to a world that is completely different from back then... Maybe not technologically, but very much so when it comes to history and the such."

Yumina bows her head politely. "Of course, Grandmistress, I will do my best."

"Very good, now, go on, I'm sure class is almost starting."

"But what about the-"

"Don't get caught up in that lecture, trust me, it won't end well or even anytime soon."

Yumina nods and takes her leave, while the older woman known as Charlotte lifts a glass of alcohol to her lips as she mutters silently. "My cousin is going to give me a headache one of these days, and one that demands revenge at that..."

...To Be Continued...