Heres a new fanfic, and the beginning.

INTRO

Fire. Blood. Darkness. That was almost all I saw, as i watched my village burn to the ground at the hands of none other than the Spiral Order, the very warriors who were supposed to defend us.. I rubbed my head in confusion and regained my senses, thinking it was all a dream. This couldn't be happening. And yet... It was. I slowly got up on my feet and rushed through the flaming ruins of the town. Children tripped and fall to the ground, crying. Parents were run through with gargantuan Leviathan blades. I look up to the top of the hill, to see a tall man in a blazing vog cub set, wading through the crowd, beheading villagers with methodical, clean slices. I saw his gaze turn to me, then sprinted away in fear. Blasts from Valiances and Polarises created huge craters in the ground, occasionally hitting the poor townsfolk, ripping them into shreds. I started to run between alleys to escape, sprinted in and out of buildings, and had to duck under fallen beams a few times. I rushed back into the streets, only to encounter a lone guard. Before he could scream, i whipped out a small pocket knife (not usually effective, but I had to make do) and thrust it into his back. A Super Blaster fell from its holster on his hip, and i quickly scooped it up. Could come in handy, i thought. I raced through the roads and back alleys, silently assassinating lone Knights before they could attack me. A whirlpool of thoughts churned in my head like a violent storm; what happened to my family? How could I find a vantage point to scout the area? And besides that, what of the Knights?

Suddenly, i heard a gruff yell: "There's another villager! Get her!" I knew exactly what that meant. Duck. I fell to the floor, barely evading a powerful Valiance blast. I hissed,"[Poopies]!" and staggered to my feet. The enemies werent far behind, so I simply cracked my neck, then started to sprint further into the maze of alleyways. I had spent time playing hide and seek her as a child, and i knew these corridors better than the back of my hand. They could never catch me. Or so i thought. I raced into a large clearing, what used to be the village's "Main Street", and stopped to catch my breath. Suddenly, i felt a small disturbance in the air and instinctively ducked. A good choice, seeing as how the disturbance was another enormous Valiance blast. Why did those bullets have to be so Vog-damned huge?! The thugs screamed, "Kill the villager!" and charged at me, swords drawn. In a split second, they were upon me.
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Out of the corner of my eye, i spotted the local place of worship, an enormous cathedral that stood 70 feet tall. I wriggled through the squirming Knights, who seemed to actually be striking each other in their fury, and smiled. Idiots. My gaze turned to the church, and I sprinted over to it scaled the building with ease, of course still having to dodge crumbling stones, falling pieces of wood, and even the occasional bird, fleeing from the horror of this place. Once i reached the rooftop of the structure, i truly saw how bad the situation was. Our villlage was located in a small valley, meaning rivers would flow easily down to the town, making water easy to access. Of course, that also meant that if we were attacked, our enemies would have a high vantage point, be able to scout out the whole area, and of course, launch wave after wave of assaults with unchallenged ease. They would be able to destroy us in minutes.

... Just as they had been doing.

I shook those thoughts from my head and focused on my family: my brave, stubborn father Connor, my kind, warm mother Anna, and my adorable, innocent little brother John. I had to find out of they were ok. I cursed to myself, then spotted an bale of hay. Mustve been for the horses... I shook my head. They were gone, too. Te only use for the hay now would be to break my fall . Focusing on finding my family, i scouted the area from above, and i finally found my house: what used to be a mid-sized, comfortable cottage was burning to the ground.

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I kick open the charred wooden door and step inside. "Ma! Pa! Brother! Where are you?!" I keep screaming for them, but no response. I race through the corridors and spot my mother bleeding on the floor, fire ravaging her left leg. I run over and kneel next to her. "Mom! Are you ok?" Her face is worn, cuts zig-zagging all over her, her cheeks crimson red from the fire's heat. My mother vomits up a little blood, then breaks into a coughing fit. I kneel next to her and cradle her head in my arms. "Do not worry, i will get you out of here. It will be alright... Just please hang on."

She coughs, then says "Im going to die, daughter, theres no point in trying to help me. Now, before i pass into the hands of the Creator, take this" she hands me a small wooden box, then continued, "It contains what you will need to survive in the wild. There is also a letter there. You are to take it to a man named Feron. Now go, go, Charlotte!" I shook my head, then hugged my mom. "Dont say that, I will save you." She brought my head closer to hers and whispered, "I know you will try, my child. Rimanere forti, tra alti e bassi. Stay strong, through thick and thin." Suddenly, a cracking piece of board fell down from the ceiling. My mother pushed me away just in time, and dissappeared under the debris. I scream, "NO! NO, NO, NO!" and claw away at the rubble hopelessly. Then i feel a searing pain in my back, reminiscent of a Sentenza blast, and pass out.

My name is Charlotte Nighthawk, and i will wreak the flames of vengeance and justice upon those who murdered my family.

I will have REVENGE.
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