Un-beta'ed and off the cuff. Please escuse the slightly sloppy writing.
omake - the traitor
The hooded figure watched from a distance as their target approached. Everything was prepared, it had taken weeks to find the right moment, the right means to truely show their target the error of her ways. She would learn not to cross her betters, how dare she outperform them at every turn in their shared lessons. The golden chain around her neck a tempting target for their ire ignored for now, too well protected, she never removed it and was excused from the general physical education that the rest of the student body had to attend.
A rainbow grid erupted beneath her feet, no! Impossible! She was pathetic, she shouldn't have power like that, didn't deserve power like that. They'd have to do something bigger, less traceable. But it was already too late, even as he started twisting the manaflow away from the capture array they overloaded, catching the edge of the academy's Al-Hazard derived barrier system. Dimensional energy spilled forth turning what would have redirected dimensional transfers into a nearby lake into a dimensional fracture. The cloying void between dimensions opened up, hungrily pulling all mana sources into it's eternal embrace.
The conspirators watched horrified at Anna Rose, supposed heir to a backwater house in the country was pulled towards her doom, her casting grid fracturing as she fought to escape before she tumbled into the endless void between dimensions.
"Scheiße"
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He hadn't expected to survive, but survive he did. Instead a prisoners cot he now lay upon fine sheets in a bed far larger than any he had called his own before. A small force at his command, a common militia rather than trained Knights, but they were his to command. Everything since that day had felt like a dream, or maybe a blur, but it had been years since that fateful day. The day he killed an Imperial heir. The day he struck the spark that started this war, the war that currently raged across Belka.
He was the peacebreaker, and commander of the peoples rebellion. He promised them better pay, better healthcare, better whatever the hell they wanted. All they had to do was keep him safe, safe from the Wolkenritter, Loyal knights of Abendhimmel, who sought him still despite the fracturing of their order along with the country they served.
An almighty crash felt through his links to the wards was swiftly followed by the grey almost fog of a containment barrier being forced upon the area. His guards shouts swiftly turned to screams of terror before being silenced.He clutched the storage form of his device, the cracks a harsh reminder of his chances. It was over, it was finally over. He pulled the well made, but otherwise mundane sword from it's place at his hip.
A crash announced the arrival of his executioners, a young girl, no older than ten at the forefront, a mallet like hammer smashing the remains of the door aside, it's head stained red with the blood of his men. An older woman with bright pink hair followed, a single edged sword held easily before her. A Blonde in green trailed behind followed by a large fanged Wolf.
He shifted into a ready stance...
His nightmare would soon be over...
Yes, he could rest...
The world span and tumbled madly, he'd barely seen the swordswoman move. His vision grey dim as he watched her flick her blade clean.
Yes, time to sleep...