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Game of Silence

Summary:

In a fight amid the raging war between the King's allies and foes, something goes dangerously wrong, and Khun Aguero Agnis vows to do whatever it takes to bring those he cares about back, meanwhile, in another world where the firm line between friends and enemies has blurred, a mysterious Irregular plans to take the Tower by storm, which will its shake foundations to the very core.

OR

Khun gets a savior-avengeance complex, but with dimension-traveling shenanigans thrown into the mix. The results are hilariously catastrophic.

Notes:

Summary: Khun’s life flashes before his eyes. ( Featuring Khun, a smidge of Headon, and a snippet of an important conversation. )

Chapter 1: Endings Are New Beginnings

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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As a child with a harsh upbringing, considerable even for those of the Khun family, a young Khun Aguero Agnis had seriously considered the possible ways his life could go.

 

He and his mother would strategize to make his sister a Jahad princess, allowing the Agnis branch—his family branch—to gain more power and recognition among other branches. The privileges and honor he would’ve gained could’ve greatly assisted in his ascent of the Tower when the day arrived that Headon would choose him to climb. Once he finished climbing the Tower, he would join Jahad’s army and, perhaps, endeavor to create a new branch like any other ordinary Khun—never to be acknowledged by his father.

 

Though, admittedly, Khun Aguero Agnis was far from any ordinary Khun.

 

It all started with Maria—an unnaturally much too kind and sweet child to hail from the Khun family. She was the only one who treated Khun with a comforting warmth—something that not even his own mother could do.

 

Khun’s immediate sister, on the other hand, was much too cruel and cold. She never batted an eye at all the sacrifices he and his cousin, Kiseia, would make. And while Khun could never hate her because, in the end, she was still family, he never particularly liked her either.

 

( Memories of when they both lightheartedly caught fish together after she came home from school were long gone. She always was a better angler than him. )

 

His cousin, Kiseia, on the other hand, adored her for reasons he doubted he would ever truly understand.

 

Khun remembered the first time he met Kiseia; indeed, not a memory he would forget. His aunt, Kiseia’s mother, visited their estate to visit her sister’s family. Khun’s sister had been busy training in preparation for the Jahad Princess candidacy competition that would take place soon, so he had been left with the task of entertaining Kiseia.

 

Nevertheless, by the time their stay was over, his first impressions of her were rather unsatisfactory , to say the least. Kiseia was like a child—she behaved like a child, always clinging to her mother while looking up at Khun in fear. Truthfully, he couldn’t have been more glad when she left, never once thinking of the shy girl.

 

The second time he met Kiseia again was when his mother said that she would be living with them from now on. Her mother was killed in a feud between his Father’s wives resulting in Kiseia not having a place to go. After the incident, she didn’t speak for days; instead, she was always in her room with echoes of soft sniffles when Khun came close to the door. His rigid impressions of her had not changed.

 

It was only when both he and Kiseia started school, particularly the day fighting lessons were introduced, he would change his impressions of her. Admittedly, Khun was fairly decent with weaponry, but Kiseia was an absolute beast. Even the instructors were left astonished at her talents. “A prodigy in the making,” they would whisper.

 

And Khun agreed, finding her much more interesting. Unfortunately, so did his mother.

 

Although his relations with Kiseia were tense initially, he grew to care for her genuinely. And when his sister just ignored her like that, seeing the sparkle from Kiseia’s cobalt eyes fade as her adored sister sauntered past her—not even acknowledging her for killing all her rivals, Khun felt anger.

 

Crimson globs of blood splotched all over Kiseia’s porcelain face, resembling an image of a haunted doll. A silver dagger gleamed in red, tightly gripped at her sides. Khun silently watched above through a glass window; an indigo-leathered book clutched in his hands.

 

Young blue-haired girls dropped like flies, each splattering blood and appearing more hollow than the last. In all her ethereal beauty, his mother, Agnis, walked and stood beside Khun. She sighed with discontent.

 

“Unfortunate. The maids will have to clean up all that filth.”

 

Not one word about the little girl that was killing them all.

 

Kiseia deserved better than him and this family.

 

In the end, he came to an agreement with sweet Maria, someone who deserved to become the next Jahad princess, to make her win the competition.

 

“My dear Augero, will you truly aid me?”

 

“Yes, I will.”

 

By the end of the conversation, Khun was left slightly down. Perhaps all of this—every single interaction they had with each other, from fishing to dancing together at their father’s parties—had been a part of her plan to use him. But who was to say he couldn't use her back?

 

“Thank you, my Aguero,” Maria said sweetly, wrapping her fingers around Khun’s wrists in a show of gratitude.

 

“Maria…,” Khun whispered, then fixed his eyes in a cold glare with hers, “If you don't uphold your part of the deal,” the room’s atmosphere grew heavy, “I'll make you regret this.”

 

In the end, he never did find out if she upheld her end of the deal. But, with Kiseia appearing as his sworn enemy on the Hidden Floor, he could at least credit that she tried.

 

The competition's aftermath had been fairly messy. With Khun’s support, Maria won by a landslide. There was an abundance of yells in outrage. Khun’s sister killed herself, unable to take the stress of losing:

 

There was an echo of a slap across the room. Khun’s cheek began to turn a brilliant scarlet.

 

“Are you proud of yourself?” his mother had all but demanded, “My daughter is dead because of you.” Khun stiffened, eyes widening.

 

“She’s… dead?” he asked in a low whisper, mouth going dry. Agnis harshly gripped his hand as they strode across the manor's many halls. Then there was a door with a golden handle—his sister’s room. Khun glanced at his mother.

 

“Look,” she spat. And he did—forever haunted.

 

Kiseia was furious with him for his betrayal:

 

“Brother, I-I don’t understand!” Kiseia sobbed, tears fervently dripping down her cheeks, “Why…? WHY?! SHE WAS YOUR SISTER!” She grabbed the collar of his shirt, wildly shaking him.

 

“I… didn’t know that she’d do that,” Khun honestly answered, turning away from Kiseia’s furious glare.

 

“Doesn’t matter. You would’ve still made that girl a Jahad Princess.” He remained silent because, for her happiness, he would’ve done it again.

 

His mother never spoke a word to Khun throughout the ordeal until his sister’s death. After the competition, he saw her staring at him silently in judgment after his sister lost:

 

There was hurt, disappointment, and hints of anger within his mother’s eyes as she stared at Khun, who stood across the stadium, watching his sister, bloodied on the ground, sobbing.

 

“Her own son betrayed her.”

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“Khun Aguero Agnis, was it? Is this the end of the Agnis branch?”

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“I guess. I really thought they would win.”

 

As for him, everything was over. It was to be expected that Khun would be declared an “abandoned son” for his sister failed. The Agnis branch disbanded. He was ridiculed and called “Maria’s step stool” for his foolish decision to betray his branch to make another girl a princess. All that honor and glory he could’ve had were gone:

 

“Ah, how unfortunate, that boy was talented.”

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“He’s nothing now. It was his own fault for helping another girl instead of his sister. Lord Eduan will discard him. He’ll struggle to survive.”

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“That's so nasty. Rumors about a secret love with his sister? How disgusting.”

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“Trash. Utter garbage.”

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“Failures, as of now, you are no longer my true sons.”

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“A nobody like him will never be chosen to climb the Tower.”

 

Yet, to the surprise of many and the chagrin of others, Khun—despite all—was chosen. Turning over a new leaf at the prospect of being selected, he vowed to himself that he would take revenge upon the Khun Eduan himself for kicking him out of the family.

 

But Khun knew he would need strong teammates to accomplish a feat like that. The minute he arrived on the Tower's Second Floor, he scoffed at the brainless Regulars killing—poor fools who had no idea they were squashing potential allies.

 

Then, he met Twenty-Fifth Bam—an innocent child whose honeyed eyes sparkled like Kiseia’s when she spoke of his now-dead sister. With eyes full of innocence like those, Khun knew that child wouldn’t survive in the Tower. It was to be expected, of course, but that oddly bothered him for some reason. So, although he wanted strong teammates, just this once, he was willing to make an exception.

 

And just like that, Khun’s expectations of his future from when he had been a child were forever radically altered.

 

***

 

It happened in the middle of the war with him against the King in support of FUG’s former candidate, now Slayer, Jue Viole Grace—but always Bam to him—when suddenly everything went wrong.

 

It started with FUG’s declaration:

 

“Members of FUG, a war which will decide the fate of our purpose is coming!” a shadowed figure draped in FUG’s red symbol, Grace Mirchea Luslec himself—no doubt, said with confidence, his eyes sweeping upon the numerous people collected below, “We now have the ability to kill the tyrant King and end his enactment for any more cruelness upon the people and avenge the Grace and those we’ve lost. For Unforgettable Grace!”

 

Cheers resonated within the grand hall. It was a massive celebration in which FUG spared no expense for the promising future of freedom and prosperity from the King’s rule.

 

In a corner, Khun gazed upon the festivities, holding a thin wine glass filled with fizzing gold liquid—not that he cared much for drinking, but rather for appearing discreet. He was, after all, a child of the Ten Great Families at a FUG celebration. It’d be best if he didn’t draw attention to himself.

 

Everyone present chattered amongst themselves excitedly, cheering loud enough to give Khun a migraine. He closed his eyes in resignation as he wondered how Bam was doing after that jerk of a coffee addict, Hansung, pulled him away.

 

“Viole, some of the FUG Elders need to speak with you,” Hansung interrupted, hands neatly folded behind him, “It regards a minor change to the ‘battle plan.’”

 

Military Operation Plan: Royal Overthrow, otherwise nicknamed the ‘battle plan’ or ‘Op: RO.’ It was composed of multiple strategies and tactics, some of which Khun helped create with Bam ( the Elders, albeit begrudgingly allowed. ) His contributions were the only reason he was invited to this celebration despite not being a member of FUG.

 

Sensing the growing tensions, Bam’s golden eyes uneasily flickered between Hansung and Khun. Realizing Bam’s plight, Khun nodded in acceptance, and Bam’s face immediately became relieved.

 

“I’ll be right back, Khun.”

 

Bam was probably annoyed. Those Elders never knew when to quit or take a hint. They were at a party—a celebration of all things, not another strategy meeting. He pulled enough all-nighters for those.

 

Khun peered down at the drink he held, staring at his distorted reflection, blue sapphire eyes staring back. After the Lo Po Bia and Poe Bidau Family clash incident, he grew his hair a little past his shoulders which now rested in a low ponytail. In the past, he always kept his hair short as long hair reminded him of his father, but after realizing how insignificant appearances were in a war, he grew it to make a statement.

 

“Feeling tired?” a voice asked playfully, breaking him out of his stupor. Khun was surprised for a moment but then internally groaned in annoyance, recognizing that sharp voice anywhere.

 

He shifted his gaze to see the Red Witch Guide, Hwaryun, in all her glory, guarding her teasing smirk with a wine glass of her own.

 

Despite Khun’s slight resentment of her, she had, indeed, presented a point. He knew he shouldn’t be this affected by the party as he was now; after all, he grew up in this atmosphere, considering the myriad parties his father threw.

 

“Shouldn't you have better things to do, like attending the last-minute planning for ‘Op: RO’ and keeping an eye on Bam?” he asked, slightly bitter that he couldn't be there for Bam, but she still could.

 

“I was bored.” Hwaryun shrugged with a head tilt before zeroing in on his face with a stare, “Though, now that I'm seeing your face up close, you look rather tense. Are you afraid of something?”

 

Afraid? The last thing Khun needed before marching into a war was fear.

 

“Well, not like that…,” he defended before pausing, slightly unwilling to tell why he had been feeling so uneasy, but decided to continue since she’d figure it out anyways:

 

“It’s more like I’m concerned for Bam. Now that he’s collected the complete Thorn, Jahad’s army and the Great Families that are still loyal to him will go after Bam with intent. Even with FUG, most of Wolhaiksong, and some of the Great Families fighting against the King, I’m still tensed, especially about the others still yet to decide their role in the war…,” Khun trailed off, his brows furrowing in worry over Bam’s sake.

 

“You feel tense because of your concern for my God?” Hwaryun questioned, pausing to take a sip of her red wine as he stared in regard at her, “Don’t be. He’ll rise above.” Khun could only gape in shock.

 

“You’re a Guide, but how can you be so sure?” he demanded, unable to take his mind off his concern for Bam, “This is one of the most powerful beings in the entire Tower we’re talking about.”

 

“BAM?! … Fire Fish! … There’s so much blood everywhere! … Bam, are you there? … Please, answer me! … Bam? Bam! BAM!”

 

Flashes of failed battles they’d been through together raced through his mind. Each and every image of a bloodied Bam became clearer, frightening Khun over the thought of losing him again , only this time, forever.

 

Much to his frustration, Hwaryun only smiled like a cat, her crimson eyes secretively glinting in the shadows of her face as she swirled her wine glass.

 

In the middle, blood was spilled:

 

There were a few murmurs afloat, but almost nobody dared to break the overall silence over what happened until, of course, Bam did:

 

“What is this place?” he asked, voicing out everyone else’s question in turn.

 

Khun briefly scoured the place with his eyes for clues but wasn’t so sure himself. It seemed that they—him, Bam, a few FUG and Wolhaiksong members, and ( unfortunately ) some members of Jahad’s army and loyalists from the Ten Great Families—were trapped within ( what Khun assumed to be ) a large dark gray cave, its walls stretching seemingly endlessly with no exit in sight. Only blue bioluminescent lights etched into the foundations of the cave's rock provided any light source, to begin with.

 

It happened so suddenly. One moment, they were all fighting for their lives and idealistic future in the war, and the next, they had been transported to this cave.

 

For a few moments, everyone gathered remained silent, each trying to find an answer to Bam’s question; then suddenly, there was a shout:

 

“Hmph. Don’t think that a location change will get you out of a fight, Jue Viole Grace!” a lanky man with green hair dressed in white and gold yelled, clutching a silver spear to his side.

 

Everyone’s attention turned to the man, some supporting him and others snorting at the sheer arrogance the man possessed.

 

Khun thought the latter as he assessed the man with a raised eyebrow. The green-haired man held no ranking medals of high status or prominent features trademarking any of the Great Families.

 

He was just a Spear Bearer nobody of Jahad’s army.

 

Bam turned around in acknowledgment and answered with a light frown:

 

“Well, none of us know where we are or what this place is, for that matter. Wouldn’t it be beneficial to all of us if we could stop fighting for a moment and look for a way of escape?”

 

That certainly was true. However, everyone in the cave looked warily at each other, untrusting of those they had just been fighting.

 

“Speak for yourself,” a white-haired woman bearing a sword ( an Arie then, perhaps? ) scoffed, “If the King’s greatest threat is somewhere that nobody knows the location of, then I’ll say that’s a good thing.”

 

Murmurs of agreement arose within the group supporting the King while those not in support grew uneasy.

 

This is precisely why Khun hated simple-minded loyalists who subjected their lives to a cause, not caring or thinking about anything else.

 

Well, that was sort of hypocritical regarding his relationship with Bam.

 

True, Khun cared and was loyal to Bam, but at least he wasn’t as simple-minded as subjecting himself to be stranded in an unknown cave. Escaping the cave so they could investigate how this happened in the first place and then use that to their advantage ( by warning their allies or trapping their enemies ) was far more prudent.

 

Then again, this was Bam, or in their eyes, Jue Viole Grace—the Irregular FUG Slayer with the complete Thorn, the only one with a chance of killing the King—a name that bore a significant burden.

 

As Bam looked away in naught, Khun prepared to use his ice shinsu for a fight that would come. Looking around, he saw some others doing the same.

 

Impossibly, the tension within the cave grew thicker as everyone quietly looked at each other in anticipation. A clash was inevitable; now, it was just a matter of who would attack first.

 

The wait wasn’t long. There was an ear-splitting scream, and then the cave became a whole lot bloodier than it had been a minute ago.

 

In the end, there was a cry:

 

Khun screamed, and what a shrill and pained scream it was. He squeezed his eyes shut in agony, not knowing he was even capable of such a thing.

 

This was incredibly pathetic of him. To break down like this and bawl when things didn’t go his way. If only his mother could see him now, he could imagine her disappointed frown.

 

The first and last time Khun cried was when he was beaten for a failed strategy many years ago. His mother chided him, calling his state “pathetically improper.” And since then, he saw crying as pointless since it did nothing but waste precious time instead of solving anything.

 

Crystal-colored tears slipped down his cheeks, clumping at his chin before being absorbed into the bloodied mud below.

 

Mud that he bloodied. He was injured from fighting and the colossal stunt he pulled with the Fire Fish a bit back—though, unfortunately, it seemed from power overuse to the brunt of exhaustion to death, the fish ( and, in turn, him ) hadn’t fully recovered yet.

 

Typical of that stingy fish to vanish when he truly needed it.

 

“Child, why are you so upset?” a multitude of voices asked from one entity. Khun’s head snapped up in anger at the being: A golden-winged angelically-demonic one-eyed creature that called itself an Axis User ( which meant that he was tremendously doomed if Yuri’s account of Phantaminum’s attack had been anything to go by ), which caused all of this.

 

Khun stared in silence, not wanting to speak to the thing that had just murdered  everyone that ever mattered to him in cold blood. The being blinked as its confused expression morphed into understanding, suddenly realizing why Khun was so upset.

 

“Were you not aware of the consequences, child?” the being asked. Seeing that there was no response elicited from him, the being sighed and tutted:

 

“I suppose you wouldn’t have been. What a pity. Moping over the loss of your loved ones when you could be rejoicing in triumph with all the power and authority you’ve gained with your enemies dead too.”

 

Khun narrowed his eyes. What sort of twisted logic was that?

 

He clenched his fists in uncontrollable rage. He knew better than to argue with an Axis User, someone ( or, in this case, something ) that, with a snap of its fingers, could eliminate him off the face of the Tower.

 

But what was the point—without anybody, without his companions or, even the Gator, without Bam—what was the purpose of living? To be the only one left in this wretched Tower?

 

All this time, Khun had been so afraid of being left behind but never considered the repercussions of his feelings when the day arrived.

 

Hurt. Shock. Anger. Sadness. He was disappointed in himself for not being strong enough.

 

When their team finally reached the 134th Floor, Khun was relieved that perhaps that wouldn’t be the case. At the thought of being able to stay with Bam, the nasty feeling of abandonment that never before released its grip on him finally let go. Khun felt free for the first time in a long time.

 

Everything seemed so far away. Bam was strong. He was powerful. And Khun believed in him. He believed that Bam could kill the King, and the rest of their lives would be one peaceful fairytale.

 

But now… now that’s all gone .

 

In the midst of his naive hope, Khun forgot that the Tower was a cruel place. He forgot what the Tower did to naive people, how it twisted and turned them into something unrecognizable.

 

Khun, quite literally, felt like he was going insane .

 

He laughed—laughed and laughed until the laughs turned to sobs—uncontrollable sobs. He knew that the Axis User was watching him. He could feel its judgment being inflicted upon him, but, to be honest, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

 

The being blinked.

 

“Humans are… so interesting,” the being mused to itself, watching Khun break down. The being blinked again, and if it had a mouth to smile, a vicious grin would split its face.

 

The being folded its golden wings and landed in front of Khun, studying him curiously. Khun stared, his eyes hollowed and mouth dry from laughing and sobbing.

 

“Be honored, human,” the being said, “For I’ve decided to give you a second chance.”

 

Khun looked up blankly.

 

A second chance? But why, when he messed up his first so badly?

 

“I’m interested in seeing what you will do.”

 

***

 

“My, my,” Headon mused thoughtfully, “It’s been a while since there’s been a visitor like you here.” His languidly paced thumps echoed on the cold stone ground, growing louder as he neared a bloodied boy sprawled on the rock of the First Floor.

 

The said boy stared at him in disbelief, childishly rubbing his eyes before dropping his hands to his sides and slumping his shoulders with a sigh. Well, that was to be expected. This was probably the boy’s first time seeing an Administrator.

 

But the second part of what seemed to be resignation, well, that was a first. Then again, he was one of them .

 

Although a grin was present on Headon’s face, he was scowling internally.

 

An Irregular.

 

Headon absolutely despised dealing with them. They brought change and chaos to the neat order and rule he had tried to maintain for many millennia.

 

This was exactly why he allowed those first thirteen Irregulars, well, eleven now, to place themselves as leaders of the Tower floors they conquered. In essence, it made his job a lot easier now that there were others to aid him in keeping a set rule.

 

And now there was another one here to mess everything up again. Maybe if Headon were lucky, the boy would have a firm resolve, and the injuries he sustained from somewhere before arriving on the First Floor would cause him to fail the test he would administer.

 

The boy would die, and order would remain. But, the Tower itself chose this Irregular, and the Tower did not pick at random. There was a reason that this boy must’ve been selected, unlike the other boy who was watching in silence behind a barrier.

 

Headon glanced at the boy watching, expecting anger, shock, or perhaps sadness, but the boy behind the barrier did not react to the chosen Irregular, only confusion.

 

Now, this was interesting; if this boy wasn’t the one the boy behind the barrier was expecting, then who was? Things were getting more complicated by the minute.

 

Regardless, the more important task was the chosen Irregular in front of him. He needed to be dealt with first.

 

But as Headon strolled closer, a strange feeling pooled within him, and he momentarily paused. Something about this boy felt out of place. There was an odd presence. A powerful presence.

 

This boy… He bore a presence unlike any other of the Irregulars who entered the First Floor before him.

 

If Headon was annoyed before, then he was seething now. Not only was this boy an Irregular, but he was an abnormality among Irregulars. That meant more work for him. 

 

But still, this was incredibly troublesome. Even that blasted Enryu did not have a presence like the boy before him.

 

No… this boy's presence faintly reminded Headon of an Administrator, such as himself.

 

Then, it hit him. The powerful presence radiating off of the boy. Not the boy himself, but something powerful enough to linger from the boy.

 

An Axis User? But… that was impossible…

 

Then, did the Tower not choose him? Was it an Axis User that did? But why would an Axis User, someone of all power which surpasses even his, do that?

 

For the first time in over a millennium, Headon frowned.

 

This abnormality of an Irregular was far more trouble than he was worth.

 

***

 

“That was unlike you.”

 

“Unlike me?”

 

“You let him go.”

 

“Well, he was interesting. I’m pretty bored and wanted to have some fun.”

 

“You? Bored? Ridiculous. You never interfere with those below.”

 

“Well, I suppose you're right.”

 

“…that admittance was quicker than I expected. Say, why did you send him there?”

 

“The releasing left me drained. I just sent him to the nearest opening.”

 

“Nearest opening for what?”

 

“…the ‘Index.’”

 

“What?! But… how? I thought that only… Could it be? The reason the boy wasn’t affected by your releasing?”

 

“I think so. I’ve come to that conclusion too.”

 

“This is… I can’t believe this… To think fate was to occur like this…”

 

“That’s what I thought too. But, of course, I do not think that will be the boy’s fate.”

 

“But you said that he possessed the ‘Index.’ You well know what that means.”

 

“Yes, I do. But, he didn’t possess the favored aura. His possession was an accident of fate.”

 

“An accident of fate? What nonsense are you spewing? We cannot make accidents regarding fate. Unless… this is the work of another higher above?”

 

“When I was released, I caused a catastrophic devastation. That boy was the only one who survived—I don’t even know how, he shouldn’t even be able to possess the ‘Index.’ But, if my suspicions are correct, then those with the favored aura must be dead.”

 

“Your releasing… Don’t tell me you-!”

 

“I could tell, I wasn’t supposed to be released then so it must be the work of another. Even if I wished, I cannot interfere with those below if there really is another involved. But that boy, a mere mortal, can.”

 

“Of course, I knew there was something else to it. You, of all people, would never act solely for the sake of fun and it's obvious that you don't want to get involved with something as dangerous as this—enraging them never goes well. But how do you know he will succeed?”

 

“He must… and if he doesn’t, then I will be forced to kill him.”

 

“How unfortunate. Does the boy know of your intentions?”

 

“No, but if anything, his resolve was firm.”

 

“Then let’s hope he will succeed for his and your sake.”

Notes:

And that’s the first chapter, folks! Let’s go! To be honest, I always find that starting the first chapter is the hardest because you just don’t know where to start. Like, you have a pretty good idea of what you want to happen later on, but beginning the story itself has always proven to be a challenge because not only do you have to make it interesting, but it also sets a tone for the whole rest of the book. Also, for a few clarifications:

1. Bam has gathered all the thorn fragments, which was the final nail in the coffin for the war to start officially. ( Also, from the three orders, the Regulars on the train and Poe Bidau failed, so only FUG was left. Another reason why the war started. )

2. The war has begun, and there are three “main” factions:

a) One is the side opposed to Jahad, which consists of FUG, the majority of Wolhaiksong ( in canon, Wolhaiksong aren’t opposing Jahad directly, but their ideals are. So in this AU, many realize that if they want to escape the Tower, then Jahad needs to be killed. Also, Mazino, Wolhaiksong’s co-leader, has a liking to FUG’s newest slayer, Jue Viole Grace. However, some Wolhaiksong members opposed fighting Jahad. ) There are also a few Ten Great Families that are now opposing Jahad. One is the Poe Bidau family ( Gustang himself has stated that he wants conflict, and after learning that one of the three orders from Jahad was to have them gone, the family switched sides. ) Another is the Ha family. ( Yurin and a lot of the family are angry at how Yuri was being treated for punishment, and I have a headcanon that Yurin and Arlene were good friends. ) The Khun family opposes them. ( Jahad and Eduan never got along anyways, and Eduan thought V would make a better king. ) And, obviously, Team Ship and Team Sweet and Sour ( as well as Bam’s allies like Garam Jahad, etc. ) are helping. Also, Eurasia Anne Jahad was unsealed and is helping.

b) Another side is those supporting Jahad: This side consists of Jahad himself as well as his army ( and those who support the army like RED. ) The majority of the Jahad princesses. The Arie, Lo Po Bia ( Bam managed to escape from the whole marriage thing, which Traumerei is still bitter about ), Hendo Lok, and the Yeon family are on this side.

c) The final side is those still opposed to the war and those who want nothing to do with it: This consists of the Workshop, some of the Jahad princesses ( and some army officials ) that come from the Poe Bidau, Ha, and Khun families ( as a lot of them are under suspicion. ) The Ari ( as they hate war and will do anything to prevent it ), Eurasia ( they never liked the whole Jahad princess system but aren’t totally on board with killing Jahad himself ), and the Tu Perie families are on this side along with the rest of Wolhaiksong. The allies and enemies of Jahad’s side are trying to get them on their side ( so far, nothing significant has happened yet. ) If one side manages to get them on their side, then that side will win.

3. Khun knows what an Axis User is because this whole ( top secret ) theory was going on in the higher-ups of FUG about Axis Users. Khun is not a higher-up of FUG, but he is Bam’s best friend, so he knows. I mean, he was invited to FUG’s celebration, so… ( he only accepted bc he wanted to make sure Bam was okay. ) As for where Rak, Wangnan, Shibisu, Hatz, Yihwa, etc. are, that will be explained later.

If you have any questions so far or mistakes you spotted, don’t be afraid to let me know ( sorry for the long info dump. )