First Contact*

{Diana}

Diana sat on the edge of the village wall, staring into the darkness. Sleep wasn't coming tonight. Not with the memories being as bad as they were tonight. 

The screams. The blood. Her cowardice. The usual. 

She clenched her fist, summoning a small dagger of golden light. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it flying into a nearby tree trunk.

"Can't sleep either?"

Diana turned to see Grace climbing up the ladder, looking annoyingly chipper despite the late hour.

"What do you want, farm girl?"

Grace sat down beside her, leaving enough space between them to avoid irritating Diana further.

"Just checking the perimeter. Seraph said even when we're resting, we should stay vigilant."

Diana snorted.

"You're quoting Seraph now? Turning into a proper Bravery Sister, eh? What's next, will you start walking around with your tits out too?"

Grace's face went crimson instantly.

"N-no! I wouldn't—!"