Chapter 43 - Diary Of A Young Girl

Z produced a massive bubble of water for him to move around.

"Time Boy, I said you are with me," she stated, once more.

"Coordinates?"

"Amsterdam, ten minutes," she replied.

"Consider it accomplished, Mav," said the Time Mage, as he opened a mini Time Frame.

As they got to the area, Raiyen was considerably astonished. The entire area looked like a ghost town. No one was out. In times of crisis, it was normal for civilians to persist in being inside. But by far this was too drastic.

There was a huge difference between scared and dead. The streets were the result of people being afraid to come out or simply because the residents there were already gone. Both answers gave scarcely to no comfort to the Time Mage as the three regrouped.

"So, what's the plan?" asked Raiyen as Mavislin landed.

"Patrol."

As they looked around, Z identified something odd with a particular building. Massive trucks were about to pull up at that the house. Raiyen dashed into the building without missing a beat. There was no mistake; they were rounding up the people inside. Z swayed his head as Mavislin yelled.

"Damn it!" yelled Mav, swiftly following the Time Boy.

Z caught up with Mavislin as she tried reprimanding the Time Boy. Raiyen was shocked as he recognized the family that was about to be rounded up. The shock increased as he managed to lay eyes on the most junior girl. Raiyen had examined her book, her diary before.

It was unknowingly lucky to have read the book when he was experimenting with Time Ripper. It turns out that pulling out random objects from the Void was not such an extravagant idea. However, it might narrowly save the family and situation before him.

If Raiyen recalled correctly, only the father would be able to survive the concentration camps. All but one out of the eight will come back alive. If he was able to send them away to another protected place, it might preserve their lives...

"And don't tamper with what you shouldn't!"

Mavislin's words from the night punched through his mind as Raiyen smacked himself on the forehead. What the hell was he thinking?! He can't undertake that! One of the reasons why the Diary Of A Young Girl became so popular was due to the war. Because the author had died as a developing child, forever stuck in the remnants of war.

Her father published his daughter's book to fulfill the wishes of his perished child. A father will wish for nothing but the best for his children. The least he could do was make her last dying wish come true. To unveil the world on how children get affected by war.

A mighty bang sprung Raiyen out of his deep thoughts. He looked at Mavislin, who was quite pissed at him.

"Get them to safety!" yelled Z, as he stood behind the door.

He understood the situation. Mavislin showed hesitance as she hastily formed a defense stance. 600 years, she had still been hesitant. Z then conjured up an illusion, Void's Emergence. The ability to generate anything out of nothing but the Mage's imagination.

"I can buy us some time. Get them away from this place!" commanded Z.

"There's no way out!" wailed the woman.

The children began crying out of fear. Mavislin thought hard for a solution. With fighter planes above their heads, there was no way she could allow them to escape via the roof. Underground was not an option. Mavislin knew Raiyen was unable to perform such a big Time Teleportation, ruling out most of her plans.

"Shall we eradicate them?" asked Raiyen.

The Time Mage took out Heaven Sent and Hell Bent, ready to unleash them towards the soldiers. Z was nevertheless containing the door as Mavislin was about to draw out her Elements. There was no choice; the partners knew that well. However, a firm hand landed on the partners' shoulders.

"Don't," he spoke, eyes weighing heavily.

"What do you mean?" asked Mavislin.

"Even if you take down these soldiers, will you be suited to take down the ones that come after?" he questioned.

"We can handle them all," said Raiyen, boldly.

Even if it was a time skip, the Time Mage's ability was skilled enough to finish off an armada of enemies.

"Don't worry, we are more resilient than we look," she answered, giving a confident smile.

But the man sighed and shook his head. The Valkyrie's smile dissipated as it was replaced with worry and confusion. The illusion that Z had generated was starting to flicker; it was reaching its limit. Time was not on their side for the day.

"What I suggested was, are you guys willing to shoulder the numerous lives that you are going to take?"