Hi. I'm the author of an Illusion, who decided to re-think.

SUMMARY: Tribe war with modern warfare.

::About/Plot

New Divide is about a group of mice called the Freedom Fighters trying to defend and take back their territory which was once a peaceful city, shelter, for wandering Tribes and mice. Will they win, die, or surrender? Find out as the story goes on.

The story takes place in Scandinavia, by the way.

[NOTE: ALL CITY/LOCATION NAMES ARE MADE UP.]

Chapter masterlist!
Chapter 1 "Introductions" - pg 3
Chapter 2 "Heading out!" - pg 3
Chapter 3 "Failed spell" - pg 6
Chapter 4 "Run for your lives" - pg 9
Chapter 5 "Welcome back" - pg 15
Chapter 6 "Unsuccessful plan A" - pg 19
Chapter 7 "What plan B?" - pg 24
Chapter 8 "Done in iron" - pg 26
Chapter 9 "Nostalgia" - pg 27
Chapter 10 "Blood and Ashes" - pg 27
Chapter 11 "Demons" - pg 27
Chapter 12 "Icy silencers and crossbows" - pg 27

Critiques are allowed just not too harsh tbh.

Guide:
EN: Intro
ES: Character form and slots
FR: Prologue
RU: Characters
BR: Whitelist

Drabbles/Fanarts/Pairings on pg 1 post 4!
Backstories on pg 1 post 6 and 9!

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more on Firiro's Backstory
All of you know Firiro, the sexy darkie who loves to annoy people, although you don’t know some things about him...I’m here to tell you one of those things.

When Firiro was a child he was not an only child, he had a sister. A sister whose grave he visits as often as he can, a sister who he actually cared about, a sister he brought flowers to...

-Warning about to skip quite a few years back.-

As we know, Firiro enjoyed picking on people, but his sister didn’t like it, and every time she heard about him doing something or saw him doing something of that sort or anything bad really she would get a look on her face Firiro hated. He didn’t care what his parents thought, nor did he really care about the people he picked on, but his sister was different for some reason, and he would always apologize. He started smoking, then apologized. He created all sorts of viruses, and hacking systems, then apologized. He apologized for everything, but that doesn’t mean he stopped.

One day Firiro came home, a stolen fraise in his hand, that he tossed carelessly up into the air over, and over. When he opened the door there were strange mice, with blood on their paws, and knives. He saw his sister on the floor, dying. The events after that are too terrible to write down; in fact Firiro himself does not remember most of it. No the only thing he remembered clearly about that fight was the look on his sister’s face after it, an expression where pain and horrifying thoughts mingled...Firiro hated that face. That day he developed a laugh, the laugh of an insane mouse, as he held his dead sister in his arms.

-And now we’re goin’ back.-

Firiro put the flowers on the grave of his sister, his sister had loved flowers. Flowers were in bloom on the trees in the cemetery, and rained down on him. He took off his sunglasses, and knelt by the grave, apologizing for all the bad things he had since he had last visited, just as he did every time. Of course he was not really sorry, he never was. He put his glasses back on, becoming Shadow a feared member of the invading tribe once again. He didn’t want people calling him by the name Firiro because he disliked it, although that was what he said. He didn’t like people calling him that simply because, he hated any words that his sister used to call him, he hated the reminder of the fear she had of him when she had died, he hated the world. He wanted to make it suffer like he had, he wanted to laugh at it as it had laughed at him when he lost the only thing he truly cared about more than himself.

-Why would I ever be sorry about doing something to a world...- Shadow thought as he walked out of the cemetery, and brought his pipe to his mouth. -That let an angel die...?-

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more on Calix's Backstory
Welcome back, to the pit of sadness and despair. Today I will tell you something about the angelic darkie, Calix. Let the story...begin.

A door slammed, and Calix turned his head up ever so slightly to find out if it was her again...wondering if new wounds would appear that day. He bit his lip as he heard the angry hisses that sounded in that familiar voice. Backing slowly into the corner of the room, even farther away from the hallway than he had been from his place against the wall, Calix prayed. Prayed to the people he had left behind for this girl, this girl who said she loved him, this girl who he had once loved, this girl he could not yet forget or get over...this girl who was slowly killing him inside. Then she walked in, her booted feet tapping against the wooden floors. She stopped to turn, and grimace at him.

“You bastard...you bastard. You look at me that way, blaming me inside that demented mind of yours, blaming me for your so called mistake, the mistake of leaving those disgusting creatures. Do you hate me now Calix? Do you hate me for giving you a good reason to try and become a normal person, instead of being an...angel as you call it, an angel of all things! Angels are supposed to be beautiful...you...you are hideous!” she cried, walking over to Calix, and spitting on the floor in front of him. “That halo...and those wings...you’ve hidden them, but I know they’re still there. I know, even after all those attempts to get rid of them for you...they’re still here.” Calix said nothing, but reflexively reached back to stroke the hidden wings that still pained him immensely. She stepped even closer to him, and leaned down, she grabbed his shirt with one paw and his arm with the other. Calix winced as she twisted his arm painfully. “Answer me you twerp,” she growled.

“I...I...I don’t know how to answer you,” Calix said in a voice barely above a whisper. “Not anymore, you’ve changed...you’ve changed from a savior to a devil, and I...am being destroyed.”

“That is self-destruction, not my fault you...you...” she trailed off, her face red as she raised her hand off of his arm, ready to slap some “sense” into him. Before she could do anything like that or get a single word out again Calix looked at her defiantly.

“Yes! It is self-destruction, and there is nobody else to blame for it...” he said. “Except you.” She dropped him, and stepped back gasping. Her paws clenched into fists, and she was shaking slightly with either rage or humiliation...or perhaps even both. She stood there, looking at him.

“How could you say such a thing to a person...who loves you,” she said once again coming closer to him. She kneeled by him, and reached for his face, pulling him in for a kiss...but he would have none of it this time, or ever again. Calix pushed her away, shaking his head fiercely.

“If you love me, than why...why would you treat me like this?!” he yelled, staring at her with watering eyes, shaking all over from his ears to his tail. Then his voice dropped to a whisper as he uttered these words, “If you love me so much...why have you forced me to hate you...?” Blood dripped from the girl’s cheek, from where his rough blood-stained paws had pushed her away. Her eyes flickered, and her mouth hung slightly open. She lunged for him, her claws ripping into his flesh, cutting the skin on his face. Blood gushed forward from the wounds, and Calix had no will to fight back, just letting the pain come along with the many tears. Soon she had moved on to his wings, and this time...he screamed. When she had finished with her “punishment” she stood up, and looked at the disgusting collaboration of blood and shredded skin, with a satisfied smile.

“When you love something...” she whispered, with a quiet chuckle. “Let it go. Hopefully it will never...come back.” She walked out of the room, and Calix knew it was with the intention of never returning.

“How could you...how could you...” he whispered repeatedly once she had left, burying his face in his paws and rocking back and forth. (Calix wears a mask now...even though most of his--outer—wounds have healed.)


[time skip to the time in the story]

“These hideous things on my back...they still hurt...” Calix said, as he stood looking out to the grasslands beyond. Tears slowly filled his eyes. “I wish...I wish I was like Firiro...and Kaine, I wish I could laugh at everything...I wish I could just not care about anything! I wish....”

“You had brought lunch with you?” a voice asked from behind, causing Calix to turn with a start. It was Axel...of course it was Axel. He held a bag full of cheese in one of his paws. Calix managed to muster a small smile.

“Yes...I that’s what I wished,” he said. Axel sighed, and dropped the cheese to the ground. He slowly walked over to Calix, and brought him in for a hug. Calix’s eyes widened.

“I don’t care if men aren’t supposed to hug...” Axel said quietly. “Calix...I will always be there for you.” Calix’s tears now flowed freely, without the slightest attempt to stop them, and Calix hugged Axel back, burying his face into his friend’s shoulder. There they stayed for a long time, two friends...that would never stop supporting each other. I would tell you why they had such a strong connection, but that is another story. Good bye, and thank you for letting me tell you a story.

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more on Haru and Yüce's Backstory

Welcome back to the pit of-oh well I mean this story isn’t as sad...well perhaps it is, but well we’ll see as we go. Please sit back and enjoy/hate me for writing the story.


Yüce looked around nervously, his back against a wall as he thought of a way to escape. He was a young mouse, but a thoughtful one...a caring one, and yet he had gotten caught up in this horrible mess. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest, beating so fast it was as if it wanted to escape...he wouldn’t blame if it if that was the case. The sound of feet thumping against the floor was heard, and Yüce ducked down, hoping that they wouldn’t look around the corner...hoping they wouldn’t find him again.

“Find the brat!” the harsh voice of his uncle made Yüce shudder, and cover his ears as the tears of painful memories and fears from the present rolled down his furry cheeks.

-Why me...why me...?- Yüce asked in his head. –Why did I have to be involved with this group of thugs? Is this going to be my fate forever? A young mouse never to leave the clutches of evil...I’m just a child...what if I change? What if I don’t stay good, what if I...what if I don’t save Haru?- The mention of the girl in his thoughts made him cry more. Haru, who had arrived not long ago, was a quiet, shy, and scared girl...even younger than him. Yüce remembered when she had been brought in, and the instant need to know why she had been brought here, and a pang of sympathy for her...a want to save her from the destiny of sharing the same horrible life that he led.

“Yüce!” the quiet, urgent voice finally came through despite the paws blocking Yüce’s ears, and snapped him back to the present. He looked up to see the small white furred girl that had just occupied his thoughts, looking at him with big eyes. She put her paw on his, and slowly drew his paw away from his ear. “Why are you doing this? We are merely children, we cannot do anything.” He frowned, and gripped her paw in his.

“If we cannot do anything,” he whispered, staring into her eyes earnestly. “Then why do they care about keeping us here? We can be powerful Haru, we can be brave! My uncle...is the only family...I have left. I don’t want that for you...I want you to see your family again!” Haru’s lips trembled, and she buried her face into Yüce’s furry chest, now crying just as her new friend had moments before. Yüce wrapped his arms around her, but only kept the hug going for a little while, then gently pushed her away.

“We...we have to go now...don’t we?” Haru asked, looking down, sniffling. Yüce nodded, and grabbed her hand again. She took a deep breath, then looked up again with a faint smile. “Alright, let’s go.” Yüce nodded once again, and stood up, gesturing for Haru to do the same. He inched his way along the wall as quietly as a-well a mouse of course. He peeked around the corner, trying to get a clear view through the slits in his mask. When he thought it was clear he quickly led Haru out, desperately looking around for an exit. He suddenly heard the sound of something whistling through the air, then that something thunked against his mask and knocked it slightly awry.
“Yüce!” Haru screamed. Yüce turned, pushing her behind him. He was now facing his uncle, his paw gripping the sword he had stolen before starting this crazy plan.

“You little brat,” his uncle said. “I’ve cared for you all these years, and this is how you treat me?” Yüce bit his lip, and said nothing. His uncle narrowed his eyes, and said, “So be it...you were always just a little piece of crap. I don’t care what happens to you anymore.” He signaled to one of his henchman. The next thing Yüce knew there was an explosion, and his uncle’s block-headed minions were surrounding him and Haru. He held up the sword in his paw, and the weapon flashed in the light of the explosion, as he made many quick movements that he wasn’t even aware of. All this time more bombs were going off, and Yüce found himself nearer and nearer to the exit, still holding Haru. He stumbled out of the building just as a final explosion erupted, and the place he had known as home was destroyed. Yüce collapsed onto the ground, letting go of his weapon to bring his paw up to his eye that had a large cut across it. Haru knelt by him, her eyes misty, and her body shaking as gigantic sobs racked through her body.

“Don’t die Yüce...don’t die,” she said, holding him close to her. “I promise I’ll be brave, and I-I...I promise I’ll be the one protecting you from now on. Just....just don’t die!” These were the last words Yüce heard before he blacked out.

[Back to the time the actual story (New Divide) takes place]


Haru sat cheerfully talking with a sister of hers that had decided to visit. She didn’t say anything about the gray mouse that stared at her through his mask, from far away. Of course she noticed when he slipped away, and turned her head slightly to stare after him.

“I have not forgotten...” she whispered. “Yüce.”

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more on Ama's Backstory
Welcome back to the pit of you-know-what. Today’s story is about *drumroll please* AMA! Please sit back, make yourself at home (ignore all the skulls and pools of tears,) and enjoy the story.

Ama snuck through the dark tribe house, searching for the kitchen where she could find the precious cookie jar. She gave a slight “aha!” when she saw the flimsy shadow of the kitchen doorway. She walked in, and grabbed a stool to help her reach the cookie jar on the counter. After two agonizing minutes of dragging, whining, and sweating she finally got it to the correct place, and she was able to step up and take the jar full of delicious sweets.

“Ama!” Ama winced at her Dad’s voice, and turned around to look at him, her paw still in her mouth as she licked off the cookie crumbs. Her Dad crossed his arms, and waited for an explanation.

“Yes...?” Ama asked, giving him her best “innocent” look.

“What have I told you about eating sweets?” her father asked, and gave a great sigh. He walked over to Ama, and picked her up off of the stool.

“That they’re absolutely delicious and I should never stop eating them!” Ama replied, sticking her tongue out. They were already out of the kitchen when she said this, and her father put her down.

“No, and you know it,” he said. “They’re incredibly unhealthy, and how are you supposed to be a soldier like your daddy if you’re too sick to even stand! If your mother heard of you eating such a-”

“But she won’t will she?! She’s never here, and she never has been!” Ama interrupted, glaring up at him. “And you know it! How am I supposed to even care about what my mother would think about me doing something, when I’ve never even met her?!”

“Go to your room,” her dad ordered his face as hard and emotionless as a rock. Ama groaned, and ran off to her room. When she reached it she slammed the door, and flopped down on her bed.

-He just doesn’t understand! - she thought, hugging her pillow. –He never does! Who said I wanted to be a soldier like him anyways? I like my darn cookies, and I don’t care if it’s childish, I am after all a child!- She stayed this way for a while, glaring at whatever happened to catch her eye.


After a couple of years, she came to realize that she would have to grow up some time, and that it was best to say nothing when she could, instead of blurting out her thoughts constantly. It was on one of these gloomy, dreary, training filled days of her childhood that something big happened.
Ama was zipping through the usual morning obstacle course, her body blurring against the wind at top speed, when she suddenly stopped, and received a full blow in the gut. The ear-piercing shriek of a whistle sounded through the air, and a moment later her dad appeared.

“Ama! What do you think this training is for? Fun or something of that sort? Because it’s not! Focus dear, focus!” he said. Ama stood up, ignoring him, and put her mask over her mouth. “Ama...” She once again ignored him, and looked past his paw that he had begun to wave in front of her face. Just as her dad opened his mouth for another demanding cry of her name, she headed off with a tremendous burst of speed, towards the spot she had seen, the mouse. She barely stopped herself in time before she smacked into a wall. Her black hair billowed around her face, despite the many attempts to keep it away while she looked around.

“Impossible...impossible! How did it leave so quickly?” Ama asked herself quietly, slowly sliding down to the ground. “Or should I say how did she leave so quickly...?” Memories of pictures of her mother that she had been shown when she was little flashed through her mind, as she tried to guess what direction the mouse might’ve taken.

-No...no...it can’t be,- she thought, biting her lip. She stood up, and hastily headed east...towards the housing area of the tribe house. Ama couldn’t get the thoughts of her mother out of her head, and no matter how many things were provided to distract her from this crazy quest, she continued onward. When she reached the rooms she sighed, finding no sign that someone was here.

“You told me you would get the jewel,” this voice sent a chill down Ama’s spine, and she literally had to force herself to go to the window. Looking out she saw the mouse again, and there was no mistaking it...she was Ama’s mother. There was also another mouse, who Ama guessed the voice from earlier belonged to.

“I...I can’t do it,” Ama’s mother said, hanging her head. The other mouse grabbed her arm, and dragged her to him.

“What do you mean you can’t?! You are the top thief and assassin in all of Transformice!” the mouse hissed. “I didn’t hire you for nothing!”

“It turns out you did,” Ama’s mother replied. “I apologize.” The other mouse reaches for something in his belt, and Ama noticed for the first time he carried several weapons. Her eyes widened, and she stood there frozen with shock for a moment.

-My mother...an...assassin? A thief?- she wondered, unable to believe it. She grimaced, and ran to her father’s room, making a promise to herself that she would not let this lying man kill her mother. She reached for her father’s gun, she let the weight of it become comfortable in her hands, then took a deep breath and headed back to the window. The mouse now had his knife against Ama’s mother’s throat. Ama brought the gun up, and aimed it for the mouse’s head, but she couldn’t pull the trigger. –What the hell...? What’s wrong with me? I’ve practiced with guns millions of times, I’m the best shot in the tribe!-That was true...but she’d never actually killed another mouse before.

“Ugh!” Ama cried, and closed her eyes, pushing her finger down on the trigger before her brain could tell her to do otherwise. The shot went off, and she opened her eyes. The shot hit alright, but not the designated target. Ama dropped the gun. “Mother...”
-


“But you can’t leave!” Ama’s father cried. “Why would you even want to?” Ama stopped, and turned to look at her father one last time.

“I am going to join the Freedom Fighters,” Ama said, then walked away from her father, away from her tribe house, and away from her home, as she added a quiet resolution to her answer. “Because I will not let anymore evil mice win, and I will not have any more good ones die.”

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more on Cooper's Backstory

Cooper sat alone, in a shady grove. He always sat alone, it was better that way.

He looked up at the sky through the many leaves. So many, like the people he- no it wouldn’t do to think of such things. Cooper looked down at his hands, and grimaced. Blood stained the slim palms, the long fingers.
Why did doing these things, bother him so much? Brief images of a particular job flashed through Cooper’s mind.
-Flash back-

He saw a young little mouse, hardly even twelve, staring at him with fear while he eliminated the last mouse in that house in front of her.

Her eyes, were filled with tears and were wide open with terror. When Cooper turned around and saw her face, something in him broke. He suddenly felt, what was it that he felt? He looked around him, and saw the little mouse’s mother on the floor, covered in blood. Had he done that? Cooper looked from the mother to her daughter and he could sense the little girl’s fear of him.

He walked over to her and raised his hand to strike the killing blow, but something wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t do it. Cooper couldn’t take the life of one who had barely lived.

He couldn’t move, and one of his companions came in and went to finish up the girl. Cooper swung around and defended the little mouse with big green eyes. It was a quick battle, but Cooper had gotten injured. He slowly reached up to touch his damaged eyes. He heard a cough and he turned around.

The mouse was shivering, but she sat by her mother who still barely breathed. Cooper walked over and she squeaked with fright. Cooper bent down by the dying mother, and began to work on her wounds. He bandaged her up and sighed, unsure how long the mother would live and frightened at the hate the girl probably felt for him. He couldn’t believe that he had nearly taken away the mouse’s mother, that he had probably ended her life.

He stood up and started to walk away, when he heard a tiny voice. “Thank you.” He looked back in surprise and blinked, because he couldn’t see very well.

He frowned and turned away walking out the door. “Don’t thank me, I was the one who did that to your mother. You should hate me, I won’t mind. I deserve it. All I have to say little mouse, is sorry.”

He swore to himself then, to never harm a hair on any child. He swore, to never kill a woman, because they might just be mothers.

-End of flashback-

Cooper sighed and wiped his hands on the grass around him. He then looked up at the sky, and wondered what shade of blue it was, it was darker than yesterday but still pretty light. He’d have to ask Calix or Axel or Shadow, because his guesses were getting closer and he needed to know how close he was to the right color. How close was he this time? He didn’t know.

All he saw was gray.

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more on Mitsuki's Backstory

Oh so you’re back again, huh? Well please, please sit down on the pile of shattered hearts and dreams, it’s actually quite comfortable! Now then today’s story is about one of our favorite good guys, ya’ know the unlucky bastard, Mitsuki! Okay so enough with the fancy introductions, time for the story.


“Mit, Mit wait up!” the cheery, voice of his best friend made Mitsuki turn around, and smile despite his ever-gloomy thoughts. He nodded to the girl, and she shook her head at him. “Mit, Mit, Mit! Not even a hello, how very sad.”
“Hello Siiri,” Mitsuki said chuckling. (BOOM, LET THE BOMB DROP! Yeah I went there, same name as one of the Freedom Fighters. Sorry got excited uh back to the story.) For some reason Siiri had been acting even giddier than usual lately, and it hadn’t slipped Mitsuki’s notice.

“What’re you staring at?” Siiri asked, and frowned. Mitsuki shook his head, blushing when he realized he had indeed been staring at her.

“Um sorry...it’s nothing,” he said. Siiri shrugged, and rolled her eyes at him. She grabbed his hand, and they started walking. Mitsuki thoughts wandered back to the place they had been when Siiri had called to him.

-Surely father would have it taken care of...- he thought. –There are enough people to stand guard. No, no what am I saying? That idiot is way too stubborn to have anyone protect him. I know I shouldn’t be worrying to much...this tribe has never had a problem with break-ins.- The pitiful faces of those who had tried to do such a thing made Mitsuki grimace. –But....this one is supposed to be good.-

“Mitsuki!” Siiri’s voice startled him back into reality, and he his head to look at her. “Have you even been listening?”

“Um...” Mitsuki said, trying to come up with an excuse.

“That’s what I thought...” Siiri said, and shook her head. “I want you to meet someone.” Mitsuki’s heart fell.

-Someone...? Please don’t let this someone be a certain special someone! - Mitsuki begged in his thoughts. –Although...that would explain why she’s been so happy.- A dark furred, tall, lanky mouse stepped in front of them out of nowhere, and Mitsuki stumbled back in shock.

“Hello,” the mouse said with a smile that sent chills down Mitsuki’s spine. Siiri ran up to the mouse, and threw her arms around him.

“Cupcake!” she cried. The mouse laughed, and hugged her back, while Mitsuki just stared at them. When the mouse let go of Siiri she was still laughing, but her smile faded when she saw Mitsuki. “Mit it’s rude to stare...”

“Who is he...?” Mitsuki asked.

“Mit, he’s my boyfriend!” Siiri groaned, and rolled her eyes.

“The name’s Shadow,” the mouse said. Mitsuki’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

“Shadow...?” he whispered. “Y-you, you’re the one who’s been threatening the chief!” Shadow quickly reached over, grabbed Mitsuki’s shirt, and pulled him close.

“Listen up you little brat, you’re gonna help us get rid of the chief, and you aren’t going to say a word about this to anyone!” Shadow hissed. Siiri grabbed his arm.

“Shadow, don’t hurt him!” she said. The mouse’s sunglasses glinted in the light almost as if to add to the scene, as he dropped Mitsuki.

“Siiri...” Mitsuki began, but Shadow was already walking away, his arm around Siiri’s waist.
-

Mitsuki paced around in his room, biting his lip.

-How could she have fallen for a guy like him?- he asked himself over and over again. –How can she expect me to kill my father? Well...she doesn’t know I’m his son does she? Of course she doesn’t, because I’m too much of a disgrace for him to tell people.- Mitsuki sat down on his bed, and shook his head, laughing at himself.

“I’m such an idiot...never fall in love with someone,” he scolded, still laughing. “It only leads to heart break when it’s an unlucky guy like me...”

“Mit!” Siiri’s voice broke through his thoughts for the third time that day. Mitsuki stood up with a sigh, and went to open the door. To his great surprise a gun was shoved in his face.

“What the hell is this Siiri?!” he demanded, and pushed it away.

“Shadow says we need to get this assassination done with as soon as possible,” she told him, her face so serious it was almost laughable.

“Siiri...I have to tell you something,” Mitsuki said.

“Mit, can’t you wait?” Siiri asked groaning. He shook his head, and dragged her into the room. She looked up at him a surprised look on her face. “Um...what is it Mit? I know this whole thing with the chief might be surprising, but you’ll do it for me right? You’re the smartest mouse I know, and I don’t think even Shadow could pull it off without someone like you!” Mitsuki put up a hand to shush her.

“Siiri....” he began.

“Hey kid! What’re ya’ doing!” the voice made Mitsuki jump, and he turned around to see Shadow tapping his foot impatiently.

“I’m sorry Mit, we’ll just have to wait,” Siiri whispered, patting Mitsuki’s arm. She then went over to Shadow, and they began to leave.

-I...I guess I’ll have to go...- Mitsuki thought, and solemnly followed them, feeling like there were weights holding him back. When they reached the place where the chief slept, Shadow signaled for quiet, and pushed Mitsuki towards the door. Mitsuki began picking the lock, and cringed when the door swung open, but the other mice didn’t seem to notice as they pulled him into the room.

“Alright so what do w-” Siiri was cut off, as Shadow suddenly grabbed her and held a knife to her throat.

“Siiri!” Mitsuki cried, and tried to come closer, but Shadow just kicked him away. The chief was stirring in his sleep.

“Good, good wake up!” Shadow yelled, and the chief’s eyes popped open. His mouth dropped when he saw the scene before him.

“Siiri!” the chief gasped.

“That’s right I’ve got your daughter,” Shadow said, smiling, as if he knew he had already won. He looked over at Mitsuki. “Aw and look at the poor brother who didn’t know. You were even sweet on her weren’t you?”

“Brother...?” Siiri asked, looking at Mitsuki, who couldn’t answer at all.

“Give it to me,” Shadow demanded, finally annoyed by the silence.

“Never...” the chief said.

“Oh what am I doing?! I’ve gotten all I need out of this twerp,” Shadow said rolling his eyes, then he slit Siiri’s throat with one swift movement. He pulled out a gun, and shot the chief. “This was so easy...”

“Siiri...father...” Mitsuki whispered, horrified. Shadow turned, grinning still.

“Oh I forgot there’s still one left,” he said, and tossed his head back, laughing as he raised his gun. Mitsuki saw his finger tighten on the trigger, and closed his eyes, knowing it was all over. Then the sound of the bullet releasing itself from the gun was heard, and a disgusting thud afterwards when it hit its target. Mitsuki opened his eyes, and saw Shadow on his knees clutching his side. The tapping of footsteps echoed throughout the room, and another mouse appeared. His fur was not just dark...it was pitch black, and his eyes were not just one color...one was gray and the other was...had it just turned yellow?

“Firiro...you damn...traitorous...” Shadow gasped the words out as best he could as he desperately tried to stop the blood from flowing. “Bastard!”

“I was never your ally Shadow,” the mouse who Mitsuko guessed was Firiro said, suddenly going on a spree of crazy laughter, but it stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and he got a horrible frown on his face. “Do you remember a day...you’re troops...never returned? Well Shadow...Shadow...dear Shadow, never mind that, I will be Shadow now. I will kill all of the rest of you merciless thugs, then show a lesson to the rest of this sick world. Good bye Shadow, good bye.” Firiro was now smiling again, as he leaned down, and struck Shadow on the head...the killing blow. He grabbed Shadow’s glasses, then turned to Mitsuki.

“P-p-please!” Mitsuki begged, tears coming to his eyes. “Don’t...don’t kill me!” Firiro shook his head, and put his paw on Mitsuki’s face.

“So you’ve lost your sister. I’ve been in quite the same situation before...” he said. “Don’t worry...I won’t lie to you. You will NEVER forget it, but sir...you see you can still make something of your life. You can still...avenge her.” Firiro stood up after saying this, put the sunglasses on, and then slowly walked out.


Mistuki later decided to join the Freedom Fighters, and on the day he applied, he was eagerly scanning the acceptance papers they had given him, when a shadow covered them. He looked up to see a girl.
“What are you looking at?!” she asked.

“Oh um sorry...” Mitsuki said, and quickly looked away. The girl didn’t go away though, but instead plopped down by him.

“Oh so you’re joining the Freedom Fighters as well?” she asked. Mitsuki looked at her again, and nodded. “Well then since we’ll be partners, I might as well tell ya’ my name. I’m Siiri.”

-Siiri...- Mitsuki thought, staring at her. –Why did it have to be Siiri?-
[back to the present time in New Divide]

Mitsuki looked over the piles of information about the recent activity of the Invading Tribe.

“The one called Shadow, the shadow, Shadow...” he murmured as the name began to pop up everywhere. He put the papers down, and sighed as he remembered Shadow’s words that one time they had met. Mitsuki said something quietly, not caring that he knew the person who had saved his life, and killed his family’s murderer, was already insane. “This is not the way Shadow...I...I know what it’s like to miss someone, but this is not the way. You can be better....so much better, Firiro.”

Squeakishly a dit :

even more on Calix's backstory

Hello there, my name is Calix. I’m an angel. Sure, you probably think it’s all that but in reality… I hate myself, my life, and all the people in it. I’ve gotten abused, bullied, and teased non-stop since I was just a toddler. I’ll start from the very beginning.

I was born as a son of two very important angels, but even so I was frowned upon because I had black wings. Black wings are the sign of a demon or something un-fortunate, My parents had to either kill me or abandon me, because I’m still here they obviously decided to abandon me, the only bad part of that plan is…when parents abandon a child in our land they get killed. It’s a rule. It was a horrifying day when that happened. I cried for hours, days, weeks. I would cut myself and scream in pain, to punish myself. I survived alone for a bit until I decided that I was worth it. I was born different. I had always been different, and everyone else was different too. No one is the same and never will be. I am special and they can’t take away who I am from me. I would not give up for my parents because I’m a warrior. I’m going back to the village and fighting for who I am.

When I returned to the village I saw others hug their children and frown at me, they looked at me as if I was a piece of gum on the bottom of a shoe. I just glared back and stuck my tongue out at them. I had really wild, tangled hair and messy wings, my shirt was torn and too long for me, better than nothing. I kept walking, until a kid approached me and said “Why are you here, you scum!” I was still really sensitive and felt my cheeks get hot and tears form in my eyes, I pushed them away and said to him “I’m not scum! I’m an angel just like you, I don’t care what color my wings are. We’re both mice.” I said this putting my paw on my hip with a little sass. This kid looked at me like I was crazy and then shook his head. “You’re weird.” He said while pushing me onto the ground, I got up feeling angry. I brushed off the dirt and punched the kid in the face, I didn’t care. “I don’t care who you are! I don’t want you insulting me or my family” I exclaimed at him. His little followers started to chase me. I was much faster than them though. I found myself a little place to stay in the back of an old abandoned barber shop, it was cold at night, but I managed by stealing goods from the market.

I lived in the back of that barber shop for three years. It was a lonely and slow three years, but I managed. I decided I needed somewhere better to stay. I roamed the little town, people still didn’t want to come in contact with me, when I walked down the streets they would move to the side of the streets. I was 12 in mouse years. I had an instructor for flying, we all did, but we all shared him. He abused me the most out of anyone. Whenever I messed up he would whip me. I have scars from him still. I always thought this would be the most pain to go through.

Then a 2 mouse years later I met a girl with long black hair, she wasn’t an angel. She told me her name was Morticia. I liked that name, I thought I would call her Cia. We started dating at 14. I loved this girl until I found out….who she really was. She abused me. She scratched me with her razor sharp claws the blood would come out like a river, it hurt so badly. She smacked me with various items and told about all my flaws, one day she decided she was removing my wings, and I really truly don’t know how she did it. It was the most pain I ever went through, it was in the dark and she ripped them off me slowly so I could feel the pain, it was a punishment for going out to the market without telling her, I yelped at screamed at every tug. I can’t explain the pain I went through that night.

One day I finally decided I was putting an end to this, I wasn’t spending the rest of my life with her, abusing me every chance she could. I would never hurt her back that would look terrible. I broke up with her and ran as far as I could, it was winter and very cold, I ran for what seemed like miles and finally saw a building in the distance, I knocked as hard as I could and saw a short handsome boy standing in the doorway, he took me in and I saw a little boy run up to me, later I found out he was an year older than me. His name was Theodore and boy was he short. He was very kind and waited next to me while I slept, when I awoke….there he was. Sometimes it was a bit creepy but I’m glad he cares. I found out the boy that took me in was Axel. He was very kind and loving I could tell but he didn’t want people to know that so he acted tough. I really liked these two and decided to ask if I could stay and do work for them. That’s when I found out about a team they were on, they were fighting against some people called the ‘Freedom Fighters’ I was intrigued by this. I asked if I could join their team. They both looked up at me amazed and asked in unison “You really want to?” “Sure, I’m a warrior” I said to them and winked.

Axel, Theodore and I bonded a close friendship through this war. We gained lots of members overtime and our family kept on growing, eventually a girl joined our team, and her name was Zenzi. She was kind of funny how she acted. Only one thing. She spoke German, I understand German but some of the others don’t. My life changed when I met these people. I can be myself around them but I will never take off my mask and see my scars, I don’t want them to be pained every time they look at my face. It’s such a shame. Here I am me but I was always different, and I still will be.