Story:A Rose and Her Thorn/Chapter One

Chapter 1: The Scarlet Swordswoman

She can hear them.

The raging of war.

Every explosion that would claim lives.

Every person screaming in pain as they are struck, with high chances of death.

Every clash of blades from both opposing sides.

She can hear them, yet she cannot see.

Her eyes are covered with a red cloth that would protect them from further harm.

Not that she needed to see now. Her other senses would be enough, as she have learned to use them.

She would have to use them now.

She knew which side she was on. The one who would pay her. With that in mind, she drew out her sword and started racing towards her opponents. She would be the one to take the most lives. With every slash struck, her victims would fall blood-soaked - some even decapitated. Her fast movements would go hand-to-hand with her attacks, even allowing her to kill unseen.

The other army her side would be facing are worse than her. Or so she's been told. This was war, after all and all of the soldiers would know that their time would eventually come to an end. Still, the thought of taking the lives of those who would not deserve death would haunt her. But whether the one who hired her told the truth about their enemies or not should be irrelevant.

Or course she'll do the job. She's very good at it, years of intense sword training having paid off. Her past has shaped her into who she is this very day. More importantly, she learned not to care what happens to the people around her. But even with her sharpened skills alone, she doubts they would not help win the war.

She would not be this world's savior, nor would she be its destroyer.