Edited on 8/10. Just a few grammatical errors.

Hello~ Here's a new story I've been working on. I hope you like it. If you are confused about anything, don't hesitate to ask me. I'm exploring with this plot, so if you have any ideas let me know. This is completely AU!

Any thoughts are welcome and much appreciated! Thanks, and enjoy even though I sadly don't own MGLN.

1350

It was a dark, dreary and cold cellar lit dimly by the small torches hanging by each corner of the room. The space contained a strange mix of possessions. Large barrels—perhaps filled with wine—were stacked amongst each other to one side of the area. Old wooden shelves separated by columns at another side of the room contained many scrolls left untouched collecting dust particles. And at the middle of the room sat a chipping wooden table pairing two old dusty chairs.

Although an odd combination of it all, what gave the room the feeling of an eerie blend was not what detailed the room, but the presence that hid behind the barrels. A small figure was hidden from the line of sight from the short flight of stairs, where those stairs led to the outside world, locked by a wooden door.

A young girl near the age of five was clothed in a ragged cloth, her knees pressed up against her chest as her arms hugged them close. Her breathing was rapid and inconsistent as her head was ducked down into her arms with fear. She was confused to the events happening around her. One moment she was at a strange gathering taken by her mother, the next she was rudely thrown into an unknown dark cellar by a strange man in black. This young girl couldn't tell how many days had passed since she had first arrived at this strange old cellar.

All of a sudden, her head shot up quickly, golden tresses jerking to her movements and trailing down as it outlined her tiny face. Though she couldn't see from where she was, the creaking sounds from the cellar's wooden doors told her that the strangers had returned. Her body trembled in fear, dreading what was to become of her.

At the top flight of stairs, a short scuffle could be heard. Two deep male voices shouted in anger at someone. She slowly and cautiously tried to peek through a crack between the barrels, but she failed. Nonetheless, she was relieved they were not here for her, but the young girl strained to hear what the struggle was all about. She could hear fumbling sounds and a lot of movement, when suddenly she heard a low hollow thud emitted at the top of the stairs; one sounding as if the back of the body was pushed by another. Soon the impact was followed by a small, strained and quiet gasp.

She could already imagine the outcome after the unexpected contact. There was bound to be an ungraceful descent down the flight of steps. The smacking sound of a body hitting the cold cement floor echoed in the dimly lit cellar. Quickly the young blonde girl ducked low so she wouldn't be seen. It amazed her that she heard no cries of pain. She wanted to peer over and see who it was, but her frightened senses took the better of her, keeping her glued to her hidden spot.

As soon as she had thought that, the cellar doors finally shut and she flinched to the loud slam. Following suit of the closed doors was the sound of a small click released from behind and she assumed that the men once again locked the doors. A sigh of relief passed the small blonde girl when she heard the disappearance of those heavy footsteps of the foreign men.

She quickly went on her knees and hands, crawling over to look but with caution around the barrels. To her surprise, it was another young girl planted, face down on the ground. She assumed that she was also brought here against her wishes. The young blonde quickly went over to the fallen one, noticing short auburn hair tied in pigtails as she neared closer. There were no movements emerging from her opposite and she feared that she might have gotten hurt during her fall. The blonde tried to tend to the other young girl. Maybe it was her presence or just the shock of being thrown into a cellar, but when she was about to touch her, the other girl shot up, pushing herself to sit straight onto her knees.

Retracting her hand quickly in surprise, the blonde's widened eyes stared at the auburn haired, who was also shaken by the other's presence in shock. A red mark slowly formed on the auburn haired forehead as they stared at one another. The blonde's frightened crimson irises warily looked into similar shaking violet ones.

1365

The era Central Mid Childa's throne was anointed a new king. Chrono Harlaown. He ruled with a heavy goal and a gentle heart for the unification of Mid Childa and Al Hazard.

1370

Two tall thin figures swiftly and rapidly ran through the woods. The slightly taller one held onto the slightly shorter one by the hand as they ran together, her other hand holding a sword while latched onto her wounded side. Suddenly, the taller figure stopped and turned around, slashing down with her sword an incoming dagger headed their way.

As soon as the two figures stopped, they were immediately surrounded. An arrow separated the two apart and they unsheathed their weapons.

Metals instantly clashed against each other. Shimmering gleams were reflected from the moon. Swift rapid movements seemed to sound like currents of air being severed in half as clashing of metals caused sparks to fly about.

The ground instantly soiled in scarlet, infinitely covered like the endless night sky. There were many black garbed figures in the darkness and one after the other they fell lifeless at the meeting of their flesh with the two figure's sharp cold metals.

Even with their armors difference amongst the chaos the two figures stood out defiantly. With their elegant forms and their tunic, leather armor fitting tightly, they revealed slender outlines of female bodies. Matching their grace, their movements elegant like a nightingale and agile like a cheetah were like a dance.

The shorter one wearing a white suit accompanied by a white cloak ducked quickly and backed away avoiding an oncoming sword aimed to her hooded head; her facial features hidden by the casted shadow of the hood. Still stooped low from the recent attack, one hand planted itself on the ground, holding a longbow, its limb form suggesting that of a mighty wave.

With her other free hand, she reached to her waist where her black leather belt was and pulled a small and short light dagger from its sheath. Swiftly extending her arm protected by a blue vambrace, she aimed it towards her attacker. It flew soundless like the wind and like greased lightning it impacted with a thud where the heart was located. The assailant fell flat backwards, only the dagger's handle protruding out; its grip having no wrappings around it as it was instead the silver steel itself, engraved with an insignia of a little feather.

She slowly stood up tall with her long white and blue leather boots squarely planted on the ground as she sensed no enemies near her. Her white cloak, part of her over tunic closed at the front of her body as she stood. It came just below her knees covering her tight long-sleeved under tunic and similar tight armored leggings. She pulled her dagger out of the now dead assailant and replaced it back to her belt.

Shouts and agonizing cries were heard three meters away from her where she could see her dark-blue suited companion amongst the assailants. Her companion was slashing them down with her short, high carbon steel sword that took months to be crafted specifically for her. It was three feet long and the blade had an oddly black hue with a slight curve to it. The handle resembled a pair of flames dancing wrapped in black and red leather.

The dark-blue warrior held her sword with her black, leather gloved gauntlets revealing bare fingers at the tips. Every time she slashed her enemies down, her golden kempt pigtails tied up in black ribbons danced around her with each benevolent step she took. Her strides were nimble with no heavy movements erupting from her long black leathered boots.

The chill of wind on her flesh rushed past her as she moved like the air itself. Unlike her white garbed companion, her arms were bare and her cloak separate from her armor was discarded on the ground. Instead, she wore long, dark-blue sleeveless tunic armor with black tight fitting armor leggings.

The one in white quickly pulled an arrow out from her quiver and with dexterity aimed it with her bow at one of the enemies near her companion. She pulled the bowstring far back and soon letting it free, the arrow flew with quick velocity directly at their heart. With haste, she made her way towards her half-masked blonde companion. She pulled out a different short dagger and attacked her assailants. Slicing her way into the middle of the chaos, their backs touched and their assaults continued until the last remaining fell with a slice to its neck, gurgling choked sounds from their own blood.

The two females stood tall, relaxed and composed. The sword returned to its owner's sheath on the back of the blue tunic armor. The blonde turned around, pulling down her mask which covered up to her nose and watched her white companion also returning her short daggers to the sheath clasped on her black belt. They breathed slowly and fair as if they hadn't even exerted a muscle.

The blonde's crimson irises looked past the casted shadows created by her companion's hood and looked deep into soft lavender orbs that reminded one of two drops of soft wine. Their eyes met for a moment, before a breeze blew and the blonde held her hair as her eyes kept closed.

Turning her gaze, lavender orbs trailed down from her companion's face to her bare shoulders. She pulled her hood off revealing her cream-colored complexion and her silky copper colored side-ponytail. The white warrior silently looked to the ground in search of something and the blonde's stare silently followed the figure walking over to a nearby tree, bending down to pick up a black discarded hooded cloak.

Gently, the white warrior patted off any specks of dirt and walked back over to her companion. Spreading the cloak open, she leaned forward and draped the cloak around the blonde's slender shoulders. Small hands silently secured the full length cloak covering the exposed skin.

As she did this, she could sense herself being gazed at under those watchful and gentle crimson eyes. It made the white warrior feeling safe and protected. She continued her simple task, but when she finished, those delicate fingers stayed in place and looked a few inches up meeting those crimson irises that had been silently watching her. The white warrior's features tenderly softened and she smiled when she saw the silent appreciation coming from her companion.

Half-gloved hands from the dark-blue warrior reached out from her newly placed black cloak and caressed soft rosy cheeks of the auburn haired. A quiet sigh of content left the white warrior as her eyes hid behind closed lids before leaning into the soft touch.

At the endearing display the blonde melted, heat radiating throughout her body and they silently revered in each other's warmth. The silent pull of each other was strong, but when the blonde abruptly flinched, the white warrior grew worried at the pained expression. She quickly opened the black cloak and saw her companions wound soaked with blood from before.

Though the blonde warrior shook her head, trying to appear fine, the other didn't look convinced. She was about to further investigate the wound, when suddenly they both went still and the blonde warrior went in front of the copper haired and shielded her from another's presence. Before the stranger appeared, the white warrior replaced her hood back over her head and allowed the shadows to cover her face.

Approaching footsteps could be heard.

"Signum, I think I heard it coming from over here!" A female's voice shouted.

"Lord Hayate, please lower your voice, we don't know what it could be." Another female's voice, though huskier responded. "And please don't stray further alone. It is dangerous."

Not too long after, the two warriors both watched with guarded eyes as a shadowy figure inched closer from deep within the woods. Both their hands were crawling closer to their weapons as the figure crept near.

"I can fend for myself Signum. Now hurry, I think I saw something-" The female pitched voice originating from the shadowy figure, briskly paused.

The new stranger stared interestingly at what stood before her. A few feet in front of her stood the two female warriors with very unwelcoming postures. They felt threatened by the new appearance. The blonde warrior withdrew her sword from its sheath and aimed it towards the brown haired stranger, but the stranger didn't react.

The blonde warrior cursed at her unforgivable mistake, her wound keeping her from hiding their presence. If she hadn't been in her current condition she and her companion would have already disappeared.

If need be, she could have easily killed the stranger, but the days where they killed without reason was over for them and the presence didn't hold any malicious intent. The blonde frowned at the lack of response. Did she not feel threatened by her sword?

But by far was the sword in the stranger's mind. Her breath caught in her throat seeing the blonde beauty before her. Pale skin, supple lips, such a face that could enrapture even the gods and her mysterious eyes the color of blood itself were intense yet beautiful and composed. It mesmerized anyone far better than Venus herself.

"Lord Hayate, what is it?!"

The blonde eyed the person named Hayate who pulled her hood down revealing her short brown length hair. She could tell that this Hayate person was shorter than she and her companion. To the average eye she would look weak, but her eyes couldn't be deceived. The stranger didn't lack in any of the assets she contained.

Beautiful pale complexion and her sparkling charismatic blue eyes seemed to glow. Although appearing fragile, she had a strong commanding presence. But the mysterious aura was what made her weary of the woman. Like a jackal in disguise.

The sudden pause in speech from Hayate warned the other companion and quickly the owner of the voice rushed forward. When she spotted another's presence, she quickly pulled out her sword and went in front of her lord to shield her of the danger.

The hasty movement though caused the blonde warrior to become alert and took a dangerous stance with her other hand stretched out to push her companion further behind her. She could see that the pink haired woman was a tough opponent; worthy enough for her to spare a thought.

"Put your weapon down Signum." Hayate spoke as she side stepped her and placed her hand on top of the blade. "She is wounded."

The blonde narrowed her eyes as if it seemed like a trick, but her companion behind her gently touched her shoulder. The white warrior did not seem fazed by the newcomer and appeared calm.

The blonde turned her head slightly, keeping the strangers in her peripheral vision while she looked at her companion. She shook her head to protest. They couldn't easily allow themselves to let their guards down. Trusting anyone other than each other wasn't a luxury they could afford.

She couldn't tell that really the white warrior was especially worried about her companion and didn't want to agitate the wound further by fighting.

"Be at ease. We shall not harm you." Hayate spoke as she silenced her pink haired warrior who was about to object. "I just have a few questions if you don't mind."

Ignoring them, the white warrior turned around, seeing that the two strangers had no murderous aura. She wanted to get away from there as far as possible and treat her companion's wound.

The white warrior began to walk away and knew her companion would follow, but when she noticed the odd movement from her, the white warrior stopped. Suddenly the adrenaline rush soon dissipated from the blonde warrior and her vision swirled, her footing becoming wobbly. In a flash, the white warrior appeared next to her and held her up.

Trying to appear without weakness, the blonde stubbornly stood up, until her strength immediately left her and she lost consciousness. The white warrior slowly went to the ground to hold her companion as she lay.

"Oh dear!" Hayate rushed to them and was about to offer her help until the white warrior glared dangerously.

It caused Hayate to halt in her tracks and heeding the warning. She didn't touch them.

"Lord Hayate, we should leave them. They don't accept your help."

Ignoring her pink knight, Hayate kneeled down. "I have a camp a little deeper in the woods. My other knight knows how to treat the sick. If you follow us, we can help your friend."

Still seeing the wary look, she softly continued knowing that with a little more prodding would do the trick. "I really mean no harm. Once your friend is all better, you and she can both leave. I don't like leaving wounded people out in the open like this."

Slowly, the white warrior's eyes softened. She looked down at her companion's unconscious face and touched her cheek gently.

"She seems to have lost a lot of blood. Trust me. Neither I nor my people will harm you. I give you my word by Athena."

After giving a long glance, she looked up. For once, she decided to go along with the stranger's words and nodded. It wasn't trust that accepted the stranger's aid, but her agreeing to save her companion.

At the camp

"Vita, did lord Hayate return yet?" A blonde knight asked her short companion with red hair.

"No." The red haired knight answered allowing the blonde knight to return inside the tent.

Sitting by a campfire, the red knight was cooking fish. Her head soon looked up into the dark when her ears picked up a sound coming from within. She grabbed her axe-like weapon and cautiously looked as figures emerged into the light.

Sighing, she saw Hayate. She was about to run up to her, when she paused as Signum trailed behind carrying a blonde stranger on her back and another white garbed stranger, her face hidden by the shadows of her hood.

"Vita, go and grab Shamal for me." Hayate commanded.

"Yes." Vita rushed into the tent and soon a few seconds later, the two re-emerged.

Once she saw Shamal, she spoke. "Tend to her wounds please. She is hurt."

Shamal nodded and guided the pinkette into the tent.

Silently the white warrior followed them both into the tent and watched from the side. If needed, she would interfere if there were any signs of abuse, but she decided to stay in the side and give them the space they needed to treat her companion.

Her face was like cold steel, unflinching and showing no emotions to the pained sounds of her companion as she was being treated.

The short red haired she saw before entered the tent. Vita looked at the white garbed stranger carefully as if trying to decide if she was a danger or not. In the white warrior's peripheral vision, the short one looked like a simple child, but definitely an understatement. She had an air that was more valiant then the rest, like a young brave hero.

The sudden cry of pain caught her attention back to her companion and she saw the short haired blonde stitching the wound together. Another of Hayate's knights. She seemed like she had more of an expertise in the medical field than with tactics of war.

Vita went up to the white garbed warrior and spoke. "My lord Hayate wishes to speak with you."

She stayed silent without leaving her line of sight away from her companion. She didn't even spare a glance at the short one.

Vita looked to the unconscious woman and sighed. Turning back to the one she spoke to she made a very slow movement to make sure there was no ill intention involved and gave her a light touch. "She will still be here for you. Do not worry; Shamal is taking good care of her. Right now, my lord wishes to speak with you and by the time you finish, you will be next to her when she awakens."

Those kind words made her match eyes with the short one and she could see genuine feelings. They stared unwavering at each other until without replying back, the white warrior left the short one. Hayate was sitting by the campfire and another of her knights was accompanying her presence by standing next to her. This time, it was a male knight. He looked quiet, but heroic and loyal.

Even with her back faced to the white warrior, she felt her presence and spoke. "Please take a seat. Do not mind Zafira. He only stands guard." She pointed to the log across from her.

Hayate watched as the white warrior came over and sat while she slowly pulled down her hood. Her face was slowly revealed.

No words could describe what Hayate was seeing at that moment. She was astonished how she, like her companion was stunningly gorgeous. She was also like a goddess. Her violet eyes were hypnotic like a Siren; dangerously enchanting and seductive. Men becoming bewitched by her eyes and fighting to their deaths. She was more beautiful than Artemis and was like a melody that lulled anyone.

The white warrior held a kind smile, but it appeared emotionless. Much like the blonde warrior, their emotions seeming distant and detached from within themselves. Though to Hayate, the white warrior was still beautiful and innocent like a baby fawn. But she thought back to the woods at what she saw behind the two mysterious warriors, the amount of bodies killed by just the two alone.

They held such overwhelming and monstrous power. It exceeded what she would have thought of them. They were beautiful like deities, in rabbit skin hiding their blaring teeth of a wolf; such fearsome predators.

They held an air of coldness where nothing could creep into their hearts undetected. Under that deer of a mask were two ferocious lionesses' that could tear limb from limb.

A hint of killing aura, mixed with mystery.

She shivered at the thought.

Much surprises the two held.

A/N: I hope that was to your liking. Next chapter is where you'll start having a slight understanding of what is happening and more NxF :D