Chapter 2 – A War Coming To An End [Renessa]

Disclaimer: Sorry for the slow pace of how often I upload chapters, but I haven’t had much inspiration these recent months. Maybe I will upload a few more after this one during this coming month.

I originally didn’t plan on doing this point of view, but I feel it would give a bigger impact adding it. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, or give a few answers to some chapters that’ll come later.


They finally breached the gates to Lethunia, the capitol of tyranny and misery. The terror was finally coming to an end. The emperor Saxiaris XI rule seem to have seen its final days.

The rebell army was flooding into the city, tearing apart any resistance like a spring flood. The enemy soldiers had no chance, both their morale and defences demolished. Many corpses helped painting an ocean of red through the streets, while the terrified citizens hid deep within their cellars and dark corners, away from the slaughter.

When the first wave of rebells had burst through the gates, it was time for the Shadowwalkers to act.

A group of sixteen cloaked individuals sneaked through the darker parts of the city, moving towards their goal with swiftness and secrecy. Their lean bodies was hid under slim, dark clothes, concealing both gender, appearance and weapons.

Their skill lied with assassination, and their mission today was the head of this empire, Saxiaris XI himself. The reward was going to be 1% of all the riches the emperor had accumulated, which would be the greatest assassination the Shadowwalkers had accomplished, both when it comes to reward as well as the most powerful individual being assassinated.

The payment for hired Shadowwalkers was always after the completion of a mission, to prove that they would complete the requested assassination, that they were professionals. And those which failed to fulfill the agreed payment would find themself in the same situation as the requested target. People quickly learned that not paying was the quickest way to stay unhealthy, and the respect for Shadowwalkers was nothing short of being legendary.

Renessa, abandonned by birth and lived as a beggar until her 5th birthday, was picked up by them and became a full-fledged member at the age of 12. Almost her entire life have been surrounded by death, and she was well respected even within the brotherhood*.

She and the ones around her was considered to be the best of the brotherhood, and even if a few of them would die in this mission, she was sure of it becoming a success. She had done this for 14 years, and the others around her was experienced veternas as well, some of them having skills far surpassing her own.

For example, Grint had an unnatural hunting ability, and his smell was as good as a wolf’s. Mormar almost had a sixth sence for traps, as well as arranging them himself. Vivanda’s could hit a fly at a 100 meters distance, as well as use extremely unbalanced objects without any hinderance and sometimes hit targets around corners. And Emyree was the one who would find you, not the other way.

Even if Renessa hated speaking and socializing with other people, she did enjoy the time together with the others from her brotherhood with the small handsigns and subtle gestures they exchanged. It was their way to communicate between each other, like when Mormar gives a faint smile to show something hilarious; when Grint sniffed in the air and looked at you to inform that you had a noticable smell; or when Emyree held your arm during hiding and softly squeezed it when it was ok to move, even though you already knew about it.

They had made groups of four with different objectives: her group was to carry out the assassination, one group was to take care of the guards and other threats, one group was going to make sure no one would flee the scene or to interrupt the assassination, and the last group was both taking care of watching over it all while hiding as well as being back up for any of the other groups in case of emergency.

They were quickly closing in on the obnoxiously big castle, all while avoiding any risk of being found of neither soilders, civilians or any other people who could warn about their presense, even the invading rebells.

No matter what kind of reason her employer would have for hiring her, she would always just silently do her part, rechieve the payment and go to her next employer. This time was no different.

The rules were simple: Kill as discretly as possible, get the payment, do not kill another Shadowwalker, and do not misuse your skills. This was what all Shadowwalkers agree upon when joining the brotherhood. Any member that broke any of these would not walk among the living for long.

Renessa took a quick glance at the castle while dashing from shadow to shadow. The rising sun gave the higher parts of the castle a golden feeling, while the lower parts which was still in the dark felt more like having a veil of soil over it. And for a seco-

eVErYThinG WIlL eNiTHreE hOuRs!

She almost fell over from the chock, which gave some surprised looks from the others.

She quickly measured the distance to the castle, and started to get a bad feeling from it.

With a gesture she told them to hurry up, and apparantly she had looked terrified enough to make the others to pick up the pace.

Whatever kind of being that had sent her that message inside her head, she didn’t want to meet it.


Brotherhood – I call it a brotherhood, but there’s women in it as well, and I didn’t knew what else to call it. If you have a better word, please present it for me.


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Chapter 1 – The Room Where We Met [Chisel]

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If more than one person is in focus with the point of view, or if it switches during the chapter, it will look like this: Chapter X – Name Of The Chapter [name 1/name 2/name 3 etc].
I usually double-check what I’ve written, but there is always the risk for grammatical errors and other wordly mishaps to still be there when published, so any help from you guys is greatly appreciated.
Questions will, as always, be answered asap.


Chisel entered the empty, windowless room. Even if she couldn’t find a source of light, the room was bright, almost blindingly so.

“Seems that I am the first one here, then”, she said while taking a huge breath.

The voice from before had told her that they would be five individuals, including her, given a day to interact with each other before they had to work together. And that she should know that she could meet any kind of individuals.

The voice had said some other things as well, but Chisel was curious for what other people she would meet, to the point that she was getting goose bumps.

She was not against meeting new people, no, rather the opposite. She had fun when she could socialize and interact, to be able to make friends with people.

She gazed around the room while treading towards it middle.

It felt futuristic with the smooth structure of the walls, and the cleanliness was almost clinical, though she felt a little bit lonely without any furniture or something to put one’s eyes on.

Then she found a panel beside the door she just entered through, and walked towards it.

Its buttons had symbols she couldn’t identify, so she hesitated slightly before pressing one of them.

When she turned her head her eyes opened in amazement, when a table and a sofa surrounding it emerged from the floor, before it settled in the middle of the room.

With delighted skips Chisel hurried to the sofa and buried her face in one of its pillows. Even if it had a somewhat futuristic and sturdy appearance, it felt soft and comfy.

After a while her happy expression turned into a gloomy one, when the memories of her before coming to this place surfaced.

So, she wasn’t going to see her friends anymore? On top of them all slowly getting partners and having less and less time with her, now she wouldn’t be able to meet them herself? Was it always going to be like this? As soon as she becomes happy, people will start leaving her?

She hugged the pillow tighter, as an outward sign of not wanting to lose anymore of those she cared about.

As soon as she heard the approaching steps outside the metallic doors, she quickly wiped away the tears, sat up and watched the door curiously. She did remember the voice telling her that all of them came from different worlds, so she was pretty excited to meet the other girls. They could be any type of girls, maybe even a cute nekomimi*.

When the doors slide open, a young woman entered, giving the room an examination with her eyes, almost as if she was prepared for a fight.

Her leather armor and simple clothes quickly announced that she was from a fantasy world. She was clearly a beauty. Even with the demonic details, like the long tail and the goat-like, thick horns, her human features was definitely not a bad view. Was she maybe one of those succubi?

Chisel jumped up from the sofa and went to the woman with happy skips.

“Hi! I’m Chisel Friegynodo”, introduced Chisel while extending her hand for a handshake, not being able to hide her big grin, “I hope we will have a great time together.”

The woman furrowed her brows as she hesitantly accepted the handshake.

It took a short moment for Chisel to understand that the woman, clearly from a different world than her, probably didn’t speak the same language as her. This might become difficult.

Chisel then pointed towards herself, while saying her own name. The woman repeated the words, as if asking if she had said it correctly, which Chisel nodded to.

“Chisel?” asked the woman then.

She already want to have a first name relation, both moved and embarrassed. But maybe it was better, if they were going to be together for a while, since she wanted to have a friend she could rely on as long as she would be here. She didn’t want to be alone once again, no matter what.

Chisel timidly nodded again, her cheeks lightly turning red.

The woman then did a waving motion with her hand towards herself, while announcing with a clear voice:

“Weringha.”

As Chisel waited, the atmosphere started to get a bit awkward.

Isn’t she going to tell her last name? Is she too embarrassed about it or does-oh, that’s her whole name.

When Chisel realized that, her cheeks got a deeper red color of her second failure of reading the mood, and tried to cover it up somewhat with repeating the woman’s name.

Werignha nodded, seemingly ignoring Chisel’s mistakes, which just raised Chisel’s respect for her even more.

As the introduction was rounded up, Chisel led Weringha to the sofa, happy to have made a new friend.


Nekomimi – Half-human half-cat humanoid, though the only cat feature it has is the ears and the tail. Google it, and you will get the gist of it.


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If there seem to be a historical/non-original characters in here, it is just my own take on them, and is surely different from yours.
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About Trapped in a different dimension


The room was uncomfortably white, unnatural in its cleanliness. The same for the chairs and the elliptical table.

But an even more peculiar sight was the group of individuals that sat on the said chairs around the table, as one could almost mistake this for either cosplayers, or those having a sever case of chuunibyou* syndrome.

Either way, total silence ruled this place, apart from the repeated cracking of knuckles from a tall, six-armed individual in blue-and-black robes. The silence continued for quite a while, until a woman-appearing creature opened her right eye.

The sound when she opened it was a loud, organic one, revealing a quadruple-irised eye, each differently colored iris within another, with a thin, cat-like pupil in the middle of it. Her left eye was still sealed shut, with white eye-lashes instead of the original black the rest of her hair seemed to have.

She slightly tilted her head, while in an unemotional voice announcing:

“It is time for the next experiment.”

A cackling laughter could be heard from a mass of teeth and eyes, while at the same time it said:

“Time we have an excess of, but not patience.”

“You talk about feelings as if you knew what it was”, sneered an individual who you could only take for a lich* with glowing, red orbs where the eyes should have been, in the size pupils.

“Your arguments sure amuses me”, smirked a woman who just seemed to be too perfect, with no shade of ever having had hair on her head, not even eye-brows or eye-lashes.

The six-armed being suddenly stopped cracking his knuckles, and placed his hands on top on the table.

This action made everyone freeze up in what almost could be called fear.

“Thank you for your input”, said the first woman, as if the six-armed being had said something, “but I would refrain from doing that once again. You do know the failures that happened last time we did that.”

A simple crack from a finger was heard from him, the others having faces of combined curiosity and irritation.

“Good that we are on the same page”, declared the woman, appearing to be the only one to understand what he said.

“Now, we are attempting the same experiment for the 43 571st try, still aiming for the one hundred thousand minimum for multiversal acceptance of a new idea. And will confirm for the last time – are we all to stay until the completion of this new idea-in-making?”

Tired nods were given from those who cared to answer, just confirming that this had already been done plenty of times before.

“Without further redo, the one to-”

“Yes, yes. We already know that I am next in line to do it.”

The one to interrupt her was an arachne*, who already was about to leave the room.

“Remember that this is an important task”, scolded the woman, “too many failures will result in the idea to not be accepted. We can’t afford to fail too many times, or we won’t be taken serious in the future.”

“I know, I know”, yawned the arachne, waving her hands impatiently. “I’ll take care of this.”

In the next moment, she had teleported away from the room, her presence completely gone.

“I wonder about that”, mumbles the lich.


Chuunibyou – Eight-grader syndrome, usually used for those who cannot discern fantasy from reality, or don’t want to do it.
Lich – An undead who excels at magic, is usually in command of large armies of the dead. Is more or less immortal.
Arachne – A humanoid with the lower half of an oversized spider, and the upper half of a human.


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