A dream about the past... or the future. It didn't matter. It felt like forever. And Neris couldn't do anything to stop it. She just watched on as a voice chattered to her in the background. She had no choice but to listen and observe...<br/><br/>"Listen closely. The story begins with the king's discovery of a way to another world, and someone curious opened that boundary. Once the boundary was opened, the demons started pouring out and the humans ran for their lives. That's right. The world beyond the boundary was actually theirs. From the opened boundary came countless demons, and peace was thrown into chaos. Numerous humans were annihilated and the world was dyed red. Then, a certain king pleaded to god. Suddenly, a brilliant light appeared through the heavens. The demons turned to smoke and disappeared. Those granted powers, gifts, by this god were able to fight against the demons. People started worshiping them. So, order was restored. But... did you ever wonder if it really was god who granted the king's wish? The one that granted the king's wish was--"<br/><br/>She came to. What was that name? She frowned. Maybe a better question would be how much time had passed… An hour? Maybe she's home, then. But no, it was too noisy outside to be home. Besides, the surface she was on was way too hard to be her's or Ocieros' bed. She frowned and pushed herself up. Nope. Bad idea. Her head and abdomen pounded as she leaned over and threw up and collapsed. What was with this pain? She opened her mouth to talk, but... Nobody. Not even Ocieros. But it was still noisy outside. Course she'd be the one to get left out. It always happened. She took in her surroundings. Lots of weapons, poorly made. She stared at them, wondering why the smith would have such poorly crafted weapons. It wasn't until she heard clanging outside the room that she started to piece together what was going on. Right. She passed out on the floor. And beating up an unconscious target was never nearly as fun as one that gave reactions, whether it's pleading or sounds of pain. And Ocieros somehow managed to push her into the prep room while she was out.<br/><br/>Course he got himself involved. She wouldn't have taken the bet otherwise. Well, on second thought, maybe she would have. Decredit her sister and that piece of scum? She wouldn't give the world for that. She propped herself up and, with one hand against the side of her head, she pushed herself up against the wall to spectate. She never had a page on Ocieros in that book. Never needed it because she knew all his ins and outs. She flashed a smile. And her poor thief would've realized that just now. Landes? All he had was brute strength this time around. His danger laid more in his weapon choice than anything and he left those in the room. Deviate from the unsaid rules a little bit and fluster him... Ugh. She put both of her hands to her temples and crouched down. It still hurt, and she felt like she was missing some other part of herself. She closed her eyes.<br/><br/>Damn, why did it have to be this noisy?