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There must have been more to her life. She lingered in that thought as she wiped the blood off of her blade. Had her days always been paved in the bodies of others? Surely there had to be a time she knew normalcy. She watched the stains on the sharp steel fade as the crimson red transferred to the cloth, getting deeper and darker with each motion. That sight brought her back to the present, there was no use in pondering on a forgotten past after all. She was a warrior, there needn’t be any more to it. She stared into the now-polished katana, catching her reflection in its gleam. First, the surface, the way her violet eyes mirrored its subtle purple accents. Then, the truth beneath. It exists to kill, much like herself. Homura Akemi was not merely armed, she was the weapon. She was content with that. She had to be

Two knocks came from the door, followed by a voice “Miss Akemi? The emperor is waiting for you.”

Homura rose from her knelt position “I’ll be with him shortly” she replied, sheathing her blade. As the sound of footsteps grew fainter, Homura stood in silence.

This meeting was nothing but a simple report of her last mission, yet it reminded her of her duty, her honor. A warrior must have an unshakeable resolve, of that, she was sure.

Homura walked the empty corridors, making her way to the Seiden, the emperor’s main audience hall. She knocked twice, and immediately a voice from within the room reached her.

“You may come in” it said.

And so, she opened the doors, stepping inside. Upon entering, her eyes met an elegant norimono, one tailor made for the emperor’s daughter. Not just was it bigger in both width and length, its walls were made of pink semi-transparent silk curtains, allowing Homura to see her silhouette, but nothing else. The princess spoke for the emperor; in fact, it had been this way for generations. The imperial family always remained anonymous.

“I trust you bring us good fortune, dearest warrior” her voice drifted across the hall, soft and angelic, lifting the heavy mood that surrounded them.

Now knelt, Homura replied “I am honored to kneel before you and report that the mission was a success.”

“Any witnesses?” the princess retorted

“None, madam.”

Her voice now held the soft warmth of a smile “Great work, as always. You may leave now.”

Homura lowered herself into a formal bow, then reached for the blade resting at her side before rising to her feet.

Her meetings with the princess were never long lasting—such a busy woman ought not to waste time with a simple warrior after all—however this time it was even quicker than the norm. Homura knew the reason, of course. Today was Mitakihara’s annual rite, the most sacred day in the empire’s calendar. During the ceremony, a young girl would be chosen for the offering—her fate believed to bring fortune and stability for the year to come.

“Lost in thought?” a high and sugary voice called to Homura as she walked down the halls.

It belonged to a small, catlike creature with pristine white fur and four ears—two shaped like a typical cat’s, and two longer ones, more rabbit-like, adorned with floating golden rings near their tips, where the fur faded from white to a soft pink.

“Incubator…” Homura paused, now looking at the animal that sat in a window to her right, “What are you doing here?”

It stared back with crimson, unblinking eyes “Simply wondering why you aren’t in your post yet. A meeting with the princess I assume?”

She remained silent in response to its question.

“Well, whatever it was, you should be quick! It’s starting any minute now.”

Homura would reply in silence once more, she didn’t understand why but she was wary of the critter. Something about its dead, cold gaze sent chills down her spine. Homura was sure she was the only person in the empire that felt this way, after all it’s because of it that the empire had prospered so much. Many saw him as a kind of God, fitting given the offerings are made in his name.

Swiftly, Homura reached the center of the rite. She was to guard the chosen girl, as she had many times before. The whole ceremony was presented as a celebration, and the crowd of locals cheered with excitement. However, the mood was conflicted. Families carried a quiet, shared fear. Parents trembled with the possibility that, this year, it could be one of their children. The young girls themselves were kept oblivious for the most part, sharing genuine enthusiasm for the ritual. Homura herself was indifferent. She understood its necessity, though the cries of those chosen when they realized their fate was never easy to bear.

Before long, the High Priest moved gracefully towards the altar, his stature shorter than most would expect, yet he still carried a weight of authority, making every single person witnessing this ceremony hold their breath. Homura wasn’t one to believe in religious figures, but there was something almost divine about the man that she couldn’t ignore. His face was obscured beneath a pale veil of fine silk, so sheer it caught the light, yet opaque enough to leave his features a mystery. The fabric of his robes was a deep, ceremonial white, but it was the accents that drew the eye. Subtle threads of gold stitched along the hems shimmered like sunlight on water, and delicate gradients of pink bloomed near the sleeves and collar, reminiscent of the sacred creature itself.

No one dared to speak as the High Priest surveyed the crowd. Homura had always wondered how he managed to see beneath that veil, but somehow, he never faltered. His choice came swiftly. Without a word, he raised a hand and pointed toward a girl among the gathered townsfolk. Her bright pink hair gave her away instantly.

The crowd parted around her like ripples in still water, as though proximity might bring misfortune. Her mother’s voice broke the silence, pleading for them to choose someone else. But it was no use. When the girl didn’t move, two guards stepped forward to escort her to the altar. As she passed through the sea of onlookers, a few reached out to gently touch her shoulders in quiet solidarity, offering the only comfort they could. They all knew what awaited her.

Arriving at the altar, her hand was raised to the air by the High Priest, a symbol of victory… how ironic. Her family was left to cry as the townsfolk went on with their day, and the girl was escorted to the palace.

It had become tradition to give these young girls a taste of royalty before they met their fate. And so, Homura guided her to a luxurious bedroom. The girl, who had stayed silent the entire walk there, finally showed some emotion. She appeared mesmerized by the size of the chamber and its refined decorations. Homura seized this opportunity to finally talk to the girl.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

The girl was startled by the sudden question, but quickly replied “My name…” she fidgeted and glanced in all directions before continuing “it’s Madoka Kaname,” her voice drifted across the room, soft and angelic, lifting the heavy mood that surrounded them.

Homura paused. Something about the girl’s voiced reached within her very core. It was so… familiar. Truly, even the girl’s appearance shook Homura in a way she had never felt before.

“Uhm, can I… ask what’s yours?” Madoka said.

Her words stopped Homura’s mind from drifting too far. “Homura Akemi” she replied.

“Wow, that’s such a cool name, Miss Akemi! It matches you really well.” Madoka was brighter than before, her voice full of life.

In spite of Homura’s lack of a response, Madoka kept talking. “Oh, and, uh… may I ask how old you are, Miss Akemi?”

Hearing the girl’s words, Homura’s expression became tense “Why would you need to know?”

Her assertive and cold tone struck deep within Madoka. “Oh, no it’s not… it’s not that I need to… it’s just…” she paused

“What is it?” Homura pressured

“We look around the same age… so I was just wondering…”

“Well then you don’t need to wonder anymore. I am much older than you”

“I… I see…” Madoka murmured.

The room fell into a tense silence. The commoner fidgeted with the hem of her kimono and twisted strands of her hair, while the warrior feigned composure, gripping her blade with the tense focus of someone expecting danger at any moment. Eventually, Homura broke the hush

“You need to get ready. You have an audience with the emperor soon.”

“The emperor!?” Madoka exclaimed, prompting a simple nod from Homura, who then pointed at a closet at the corner of the bedroom.

The little one hastily made her way to it, opening its doors and drawers with excitement. She inspected the clothes and ornaments inside many times over, finally choosing a pink kimono, that was not just more vibrant than her current gray one, but also of higher quality. The girl urged Homura to turn around as she changed herself, and the warrior obliged.

As the minutes slipped by, Madoka’s frustration became increasingly clear, or at least, that’s how it sounded to Homura, who heard her grumble and sigh more than once.

“Is everything alright?” she asked.

Madoka let out another breath, then glanced over her shoulder.

“Could you… turn around for a second?”

When Homura did, she saw Madoka kneeling before a small collection of hair ornaments laid out carefully on the floor. They ranged from modest to ornate, golden hairpins, delicate combs, and intricate clips gleaming in the light. But amid the array, one item in particular caught Homura’s eye. She stepped closer, then crouched in front of Madoka.

“You’re having trouble choosing?” Her voice came softer now, touched with a faint smile.

“Uh, yeah… I’d appreciate some help,” Madoka admitted, a little sheepish.

Homura’s gaze drifted over the ornaments, then she reached out, her fingers resting on a simple adornment.

“Then… I choose this one.”

Madoka blinked. “The red ribbons?”

“Yes,” Homura said, her tone quiet but certain. “I think it suits you.”

Madoka raised the ornaments onto her hand, eyes flicking in thought as she seemed to study it, trying to figure out how she could wear it. But before she could come up with a solution of her own, Homura’s fingers reached out for the ribbons with a careful touch. Without saying a word, she began smoothing out the pink strands with attentive hands. Her fingertips threaded gently through Madoka’s hair, separating it into even sections. She worked in silence, tying the ribbons into twin loops near the sides, just above the shoulders.

“See? It suits you perfectly” Homura gave a tender smile to the girl, whom stared in silence, having given full trust to the warrior.

“Do you want to see what it looks like?”

Homura’s question snapped Madoka out of her daze as she immediately searched for her reflection in the mirror. As soon as she saw it, her lips curved as wide as they could “So pretty! Thank you so much, Miss Akemi!” the girl jumped with excitement as she expressed her gratitude. Homura didn’t reply, but she smiled back. Something about the little one’s current look made her feel a sense of comfort. Wherever this feeling came from, the warrior was hopeful that perhaps this year’s ritual would be easier to bear.

After finishing the preparations, Homura began guiding Madoka through the palace’s corridors, seeking the Seiden once more to meet with ‘the emperor’. While they walked, the little one asked many questions, its contents varied, but the majority were about the palace or the imperial family. Homura offered vague answers where she could, though often, she had none. Some things she simply didn’t know. Others… she chose to withhold. Nevertheless, the air around them was still light, and Madoka’s expression remained as bright as ever.

She continued to skip along the corridors, following behind Homura. She occasionally spun in place or tried to match her steps to the patterns on the tiled floor, until something caught her attention.

“Waah! They have these flowers here too?” The girl exclaimed.

“Do you know it from somewhere?” Homura asked

“Yes! We have a few at home! They’re called Snowdrop Wildflowers! They’re so pretty~”

The little one continued to stare in awe, yet Homura could a slow shift in her expression. She no longer appeared to be taking in the flower’s beautiful petals, her eyes looked upon something beyond it. The air itself seemed to be harder to breathe as the girl stood in place with a melancholic gaze. Then, Madoka broke the hush that had settled between then

“Miss Akemi… will I…” in the short pause betwixt her words, the warrior’s heart ached. “Will I see my family again?”

Madoka would turn to Homura, whose ears rang with the girl’s sorrowful tone.

The silence would stretch as Homura attempted to take in the change in the atmosphere around them.

“Yes,” her voice trembled

“You’ll get to say your goodbyes in the evening.”

Madoka smiled, not tender like the others. Homura could sense the sadness behind her curved lips. Nevertheless, it was pointless to dwell on it. Soon this girl would be nothing but a memory, like all the others before.

Homura sighed in relief as the little one’s face filled with light once more as they stepped into the Seiden. It was fully decorated for the occasion, yet what Madoka truly focused on was the tables brimming with delicious food. If not for Homura, she would’ve sprinted directly to it, but there were more important matters at hand. The emperor’s daughter was inside her norimono once more, as she had always been. Homura was more than used to this small ceremony. The princess would offer her words of gratitude to the chosen girl, and tell her to feast to her hearts content. And so, she signaled Madoka to bowl down, and waited for her highness to speak.

However, they were met with a different voice. It was of a mere guard, reading a note passed on by the princess herself. How unusual Homura thought. There had to be a reason for this, but the warrior was clueless of what that may be. In any case, it was not her place to question the intentions of the imperial family.

As the guard continued to read the note, Madoka whispered “Where’s the emperor?”

Homura matched her quiet tone “No one speaks directly to the emperor.”

“Then why did you tell me I’d meet him?” the little one questioned.

“It’s a sort of tradition for the sake of his protection. It’s a way to never let people know what he does or where he is.”

Madoka’s expression was focused for a few seconds as she picked apart Homura’s explanation, smiling and giving a nod when she finally understood.

The little one wasted no time to rush to the plates as soon as the note was finished. As she enjoyed every bite, the court musicians who stood next to the walls of the hall began playing. Hearing the classical music, Madoka’s focus on the delicious food was broken. She looked at Homura with a wide smile, waving her hand up in the air. The warrior set confused as she waved back, giving Madoka grumpy frown. The little one walked towards Homura, grabbing her hand and pulling her in

“I’m telling you to join me, silly!”

Though their steps were far from graceful, it lit a kind of fire in the warrior’s heart. The warmth she felt as their fingers interlocked was more than enough to melt away all of Mitakihara’s snow in the most brutal of winters.

Homura felt disoriented the entire dance. It didn’t help that Madoka would stop at random times to pick out something to eat. Frankly, it was a mess, but Homura didn’t dislike it.

As the ceremony ended, Madoka sat beside Homura with her back against a wall. She was definitely tired, that much was obvious, but it was her smile that the warrior would focus on. She felt relief that the little one could have a moment of happiness like this, even if it wouldn’t be long lasting.

Madoka was transported to her bedroom once more, immediately throwing herself in the luxurious bed. She looked content; her smile unwavering. However, Homura didn’t share that feeling. It was evening after all, one of the most painful moments to endure in these annual rituals. It was usually here, while saying goodbye to their families, that the chosen girls would realize the true nature of this ceremony. Someone told Homura that the little one already knew her fate, nevertheless watching the cries of broken parents and relatives would never be easy for her.

“Hm? Are you okay?” Madoka asked. She must have noticed how tense the warrior had gotten

“Ah, yes, yes I’m okay.” Homura could feel the sweat dripping from her face as she continued to speak. “Your family will be here shortly.”

The little one’s eyes widened for a blink, only to turn into a gentle smile. “I’m glad,” she looked to the ceiling “It’d be sad to not get a proper goodbye.”

It was a short wait for them to arrive. As soon as Madoka’s family was let inside the room Homura thought for a moment they’d break down the door. They looked like desperate souls seeking salvation, and perhaps that’s just exactly what they were, but there was no light in the end of this tunnel. Their daughter would die soon, that was the fate they had to accept. How can one even begin to grasp this? For their lives to so quickly be turned upside down, it was a hell Homura could not comprehend how anyone could recover from. Maybe it was truly impossible. Maybe that was the point.

Madoka just as quickly ran to her family. This was her last day on this earth, she understood that by now. Yet, she didn’t cry. She held her mother’s hand, whom had fallen to her knees in a sobbing mess while her father held her baby brother. At least they’ll have another child left Homura thought. It was better than being left with an empty home after all.

The little one continued to smile and comfort her family. She kept saying how honored she was to be chosen, and that this shouldn’t be something they should waste their tears on. Homura knew better, of course. She was aware this was a facade. What a gentle heart. Madoka would die today, and she was not oblivious to this fact. It was a harsh reality that she had to accept at such a young age. Yet here she stood, seeming fearless in front of her loved ones. In her darkest moment, she consoled others, and did not seek that for herself. Though Homura thought this to be foolish, she could admire the strength one must have to do this.

The four of them would share a final hug. The mother managed to compose herself. It was difficult to imagine she truly felt any sort of peace, but for the sake of her daughter’s feelings she put up a front. The thought they couldn’t be honest with one another in their last moments together made Homura’s heart ache. Nevertheless, their time was up. They were escorted away as Madoka waved them farewell, saying goodbye to her life.

The room was too quiet. The silence hung heavy, like the calm before a storm. Homura looked away. Not that smile. Not again ...'not again'? She couldn’t help but feel like it was all too familiar to her. A fragile smile meant to reassure everyone but herself. Madoka stood still, frozen in place. Then, a sound broke through: at first, a soft sniff, then, a shaky breath. Another. Homura turned. The smile was gone. Tears streamed down Madoka’s cheeks. She clutched at her kimono, fingers tightening until the fabric bunched and twisted in her hands. Her shoulders trembled, but she made no sound, just silent, aching grief. Homura’s throat closed up. Her body moved an inch forward, then stopped. There was nothing she could say.

“Do I…” Madoka’s voice trembled, barely audible “Do I really have to die?”

The words hit Homura like shards of glass. Her breath caught. Every syllable sank into her skin like needles, twisting deeper with the silence that followed.

She wanted to reach out, to say something, anything. What could she possibly offer in this moment? A hopeful lie neither of them believed? Though, in spite of that, Homura could feel something in her very core. So familiar yet so distant. The perfect words, where did they come from? Homura had been the guard of many chosen girls, however she never felt such intense feelings. She had never offered comfort. Then why… why was every inch of her body telling her to speak?

A thud was heard. Madoka looked around to find its source, and then she saw. The warrior had dropped to her knees, trembling, tears sliding freely down her face. Her long ponytail had slipped forward, dark strands sticking to the silk of her sleeves. The deep indigo patterns of her yoroi, once the mark of a proud samurai, seemed to hang heavier now, like a burden more than armor.

“Miss Akemi!” Madoka called, panic slipping into her voice as she rushed forward.

But Homura didn’t respond. She couldn’t. The words, the world, everything felt distant. Her body shook under the weight of something unseen, memories that weren’t quite hers, regrets that hadn’t faded.

Before she could think, she lunged forward, pulling Madoka into a crushing embrace. The girl gasped, stunned, but didn’t pull away. Homura held on tightly, as if letting go would tear her apart.

“I’ll save you,” she breathed. Then louder, voice breaking, raw, desperate:

“I’ll save you, Madoka. I’ll save you no matter what.”

And in that moment, through the tears and trembling, Madoka saw her. Not the warrior, but a child, just like herself. A child who was scared. A child who was lost.

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Tears streamed down both of the girls’ faces. What is this feeling? Though Homura questioned, only silence followed. Somehow, despite its suddenness, it felt… familiar. As if only now was she being truthful to her soul’s desire.

“Miss… Akemi?” Madoka called once more, prompting Homura to pull away from the embrace.

She stared into the girl’s eyes, as pink as a cherry blossom, they were enchanting. Eyes so full of life don’t deserve such a cruel fate. She gripped the little one’s shoulders, not enough to cause pain but there certainly was a desperation to her touch.

“My words aren’t empty promises, Kaname.” Her eyes sharpened with resolve, “I will save you.”

A renowned warrior pledging to protect a simple commoner. To Madoka, this was nothing short of fantasy, and most of all, dangerous. This meant going against the empire itself, and depriving its people from the blessings these annual sacrifices brought.

“Miss Akemi… I don’t…” the girl chocked on her own words as she attempted to compose herself, “For some reason, I really, really don’t want you to get hurt for my sake.” The vault of tears was opened once more as the little one covered her face with her hands.

Homura pulled her into a gentle embrace, “There’s no need to worry about me. Worry about yourself first.”

The warrior knew more than anyone the dangers of going against the empire. It didn’t matter how powerful you were, they always found you, and there was never mercy for the traitors. Homura herself had been sent to dispose of many. How ironic it was that she fell into the same position as them.

“We’ll leave in the middle of the night, so get some sleep while you can.” Homura said while she stood up.

Madoka remained in place, perhaps yet to fully take in the situation she was in.

“Did you hear me?” Homura’s assertive tone startled the little one,

“Ah! Yes... yes I heard it.”

She rose to her feet, it was clear she was still disoriented, after all who wouldn’t be? Madoka might’ve been scared of her fate but she saw it as inevitable, and now suddenly there was an escape. Her mind struggled to comprehend it. Nevertheless, she did as the warrior told and laid upon her bed. The little one would try her best to rest, however as the minutes skipped by her anxieties continued to eat away at her brain, leaving her wide awake.

“Homu-” she stopped herself, “Miss Akemi…” in her mind it was a seamless transition, but it caught the attention of the warrior, who spoke before the girl could finish,

“You can call me Homura if you want.”

“Ri- Right! Uh, Miss Homura,”

Homura sighed, she wished Madoka would drop the formalities all together.

“I really can’t put my mind to rest… it just spins and spins with worries and scary thoughts…”

Homura, who stood beside the bed, looked at the anxious girl. She thought for a moment, only to then start crawling into the bed

“Miss Homura?! What are you…?”

The warrior remained silent, only gesturing the little one to make space. She didn’t lay beside Madoka like the girl expected, she simply sat upon the bed, back rested on the wall.

“Come” she said.

The little one didn’t quite understand at first, until Homura petted her lap, inviting the girl over. Madoka hovered closer slowly, her eyes looking anywhere but the warrior. She placed her head on Homura’s thigh, her body stiff as a rock. “I’ll help you sleep, so just close your eyes already.” Homura’s words seemed to always be mixed with compassion and frustration, it was difficult to read her. Though soon enough Madoka wouldn’t worry over such details, as she felt a gentle, loving hand caress her hair—fingers catching softly between the strands of pink.

Without much attrition, the little one began to feel drowsy. Homura couldn’t help but feel endeared at how easy it was. Her eyes blinked half awake before she turned to the warrior.

“Miss Homura…” she called.

“Yes?” Homura met the girl with a smile.

“Why… are you…” she fought the urge to sleep as she finished her sentence “Doing this… for…” her eyes shut as she doze off.

Even with her thoughts incomplete, Homura knew what she wanted to ask.

“I don’t know either…” she said to herself, her voice with the cadence of a lost child as she looked upon the sleeping girl.

“Well, I’d like to know!” a high voice, like one of a small boy, came from the window beside the bedding.

It was impossible to mistake who this was.

“You…” The warrior’s tone was immediately hostile.

The incubator’s presence in this moment meant nothing but trouble, and she was well aware of that.

“You’ve seemed to take a liking to the girl! I quite like her too.”

Homura did nothing but stare at the creature, her gaze sharp and piercing.

“You know, I’ve never seen someone with as much potential as her!”

Homura’s face went pale “What…?”

“Yeah! I’d say you all wouldn’t need to make another offering for at least 3 years! I’ve truly never seen someone like her.”

It didn't make sense. Homura questioned to herself how could this sweet girl showered in pink from head to toe could have that kind of potential.

“I’m sure seeing these girls be used as offerings saddens you, but then isn’t this the perfect opportunity? We’ll be able to spare at least 3 girls from this fate if we use Madoka.”

Homura paused. Was this really true? No, it couldn’t be. Perhaps she was right to be warry of this creature after all.

“Why should I believe you?”

“If you believe me of not is your choice, but I never lie!” it said.

She clicked her tongue in anger.

"'Spare at least 3 girls’? Why not end these rituals altogether?”

“Sure, we could, but what of the empire’s people? It’s one life for thousands, I think it’s a fair deal!”

“How does the life of innocent girls even help us?”

The incubator stared with its dead, unblinking eyes at Homura’s question.

“There are things you humans simply can’t understand, Homura Akemi.” It said, its tone still unwavering with twisted optimism.

“You expect me to believe you when you won’t tell me everything?” she pressured.

The incubator sighed “Look, I can’t let you leave with the gir-” before it could finish, the life was drained from its eyes as Homura cut its head in two.

Her sudden movement jolted Madoka awake.

“Miss Homura?! What’s-”

“We need to leave. Now.”

It was only a matter of time before the room was swarmed by guards. Men willing to die just to wrench the little one from Homura’s grasp. She couldn’t let that happen.

Before Madoka could fully grasp the situation, Homura took her by the arm and pulled her through the window. Though it was at ground level, the little one couldn’t help but feel afraid—the sheer speed at which the warrior moved was overwhelming. Each leap sent them sailing across rooftops. Madoka had heard the legends, but witnessing them firsthand made it impossible to believe such feats were anything short of magic.

While Homura was focused on their escape, Madoka’s mind echoed worries and regrets of a life she would have to abandon. What of her parents? And her friends? She hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to Sayaka, someone who has been with her since childhood. Would they all think she had died? All the little one knew was that she could never live a happy life as long as those questions were left unanswered.

“What’s the situation, Kyubey,” the princess asked, her tone mild but unwavering.

“Homura took a strong liking to the girl. Even with my warnings, she acted on it,” it replied with a faint sigh. “I’ll never understand the way humans operate.”

A soft chuckle echoed through the chamber, brief and cool.

“No, I don’t imagine you would. But in matters like these, I’d say I have the clearer insight.” She gently stroked the creature now curled in her lap. “Let’s not worry. I have a feeling this development will turn in our favor—sooner or later.”

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There they stood, outside the walls, both breathless as sweat dripped from their bodies. The journey was quick, but not easy, for either of them.

“Miss Homura…” Madoka drew in breath. “Are you okay?”

Travelling at such speed, it weighed on Homura. Yet, before she could even catch her breath, the warrior removed its armor, and along with it, her title.

“Are you sure you don’t want to keep that?” The little one asked.

“They’ll,” Homura inhaled, “Draw attention. Too much attention.”

Madoka took a step back, “Are we… going to be running away forever?”

“It’s that or being killed. If you prefer the second option, walk back into the walls. I’m sure every guard within the empire has been notified of your disappearance at this point, and each and every one of them will be looking for you.”

Time stretched, and so seemed the distance between them.

“My family is in there… My friends too…”

“They’ll have the mercy of thinking you’re dead, and the permission to move on.”

Homura’s attention was drawn away from her attire as she heard a soft thud, alerting her. But when she looked, Madoka stood there, her knees now touching the ground and dread consumed her eyes.

“That’s…” Tears started to form, “Way too cruel…”

It was obvious this would be her reaction. Madoka was nothing more than a girl, not a seasoned warrior raised by the battlefield like Homura was. Yet to her, it was still unexpected. She was giving the girl a chance to live, after all. 

Homura grunted, “If you get inside those walls it’s over!” Frustration escaped along with her voice, “Think for a moment! If we stay out of their sight for long enough you’ll have a chance of meeting them again, but we can’t do that right now! You’ve said your goodbyes, that’s enough!”

Tears turned into broken sobs, “Don’t be mad at me…” 

Homura's eyes widened.

“More than anyone… I don’t want you mad at me…” 

Taking a moment to think, Homura then knelt before the girl, lending a helping hand. 

“Let’s go then.” 

Madoka blinked in surprise, “But you… you said…”

“I did. But I hate to see you cry.” Homura then added, “Though it’ll be a short visit, and only to your family. You can tell them to pass around the news if you so wish, but limit the amount of people that know of your escape.”

The little one’s face lit up with a smile. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Miss Homura, Thank-”

Homura's lips curved in response, “I got it. Now let’s go, we need to do this quickly.”

Homura’s fears seemed to be confirmed. There were guards everywhere, a lot more than usual. They swarmed every street, every corner, like an anthill brought to life. 

Homura tried her best to avoid them. Going through alleyways, rooftops, or whatever route she could. Being seen by them meant the start of a battle. Homura was confident she could best five, ten, maybe even twenty men. But there were too many to count, too many to consider taking that risk.

And so, carefully, they walked and sprinted whenever they could, which was not often, as most of their time was spent hiding away in a space so tight neither understood how they fit in it. 

They kept the same pace for a while, until there was simply no escape. They were going to be seen, it was a matter of time. And so, Homura gestured to Madoka to hold her hand. THe little one was confused at first, but obliged. 

Then, Homura grasped at her blade, its collar moving like the mechanism within a clock, and in an instant, the guards were suddenly rooted in place, completely unmoving. 

Before Madoka could process the situation, Homura sprinted with her full speed, much like she had earlier when they escaped from the empire’s walls. 

“There! Miss Homura, that's my house!” she shouted, pointing right.

Quickly, Homura dug her feet on the ground, stopping her momentum so drastically Madoka was knocked off her feet for a moment, and then again as Homura picked up the pace. She seemed in a hurry, even as time itself remained still around them.

Right as they reached the door, the world seemed to slowly resume to its normal rhythm, as suddenly…

“Miss Homura!” Madoka called, to no use.

Homura had fallen onto the ground, her nose bleeding and her eyes shut. She was out.

Madoka didn’t understand why, but she understood they couldn’t stay there for longer. So she picked up the fallen girl, and raised her hand. For a moment, it lingered still, before two knocks were made, to no answer.

The little one knocked again and again, anxiety making her movements more desperate. Yet still, nothing. So instead, she called.

“Mom!” 

Loud footsteps rushed to the door. 

And as it opened, Madoka and her Mother stood in place, simply looking at one another. For both, it seemed like magic. Even Madoka herself, who knew this was the destiny of the small journey Homura and herself took, couldn’t believe it. 

But before letting herself get lost in thought, she exclaimed, “Mom, I need to come in. Please.”

There was no need to ask. What mother wouldn’t let their child in their home? 

“She saved you?” Madoka’s mother, Junko, asked. 

“Yes. I don’t know why either if you plan on asking” Madoka explained.

Junko, who sat across from Madoka on their dinner table, pushed a cup of tea to her.

“So you can’t… live with us anymore?”

“Just for a while, mom, I promise.”

“How long, Madoka.”

There was a pause.

“I see.” 

Junko rested her head upon her hand, before saying “Do you trust her, Madoka.”

“I…” Madoka breathed in, “I do. With my life.” 

Junko’s brows lifted, a shocked expression turning into a relieved smile. 

“Then I could ask for nothing else.” She said, a sorrowful acceptance accompanying her words.

Homura found herself… surrounded? It was hard to tell, as her vision was incredibly bright, as if staring into the sun itself. She examined the people around her, and strangely, their presence brought her peace.

Though, it was not long lasting. 

Like a snap, they all faded, and Homura was thrown into darkness. Now, before her, stood a tall woman. She wore a long dress, light and dark. Her arms and hands seemed skeletal, and they seemed bound by a pillory at her wrists.

As Homura looked up, her balance was lost. Falling to the ground, it was as if she had no choice but to look at that sight. A head, half decapitated, as spider-lilies grew off of it.

A loud scream alerted the Kaname family, who quickly rushed to Homura's side. She seemed defensive for a moment, her body in a panicked state, before quickly slowing down, remembering where she was 

“I'm sorry…” Homura adjusted herself in the futon she was placed on.

“Please don't apologize.” Junko spoke up, “My daughter is here, breathing, because of you.” She knelt before the girl, “I owe you my life.” Then bowing.

“There's no need for this,” Homura stood up, “I did it on a whim. I'm not a savior, and you shouldn't see me as such.”

Junko maintained her bow “What you are or are not doesn't matter to me, as long as you keep my child safe.” She breathed, “However, as selfish as it is, please allow me to make a request.”

“Go on.” Homura said, curious.

“If it comes to it, promise to me that you'll lay down your life to protect Madoka.” Her voice was firm and assertive.

“Mom!” Madoka protested.

Homura raised her palm, telling her to stay in place.

“Without a second thought, I'll give up everything for me. That, you have my word on.”

The tears Junko attempted so earnestly to stop came without a mercy, making the woman break down where she stood, her husband coming to her comfort.

“Dad,” Madoka called, “Tell Sayaka and Hitomi I'm okay, please.”

Her father nodded, then pet her head, “Of course, sweetheart.”

Homura allowed the family a moment to grieve, but it was now time to go.

They all hugged one last time, a moment Homura watched with a smile, before both made their way out the house.

Much like before, Homura and Madoka took whatever route necessary to avoid the gaze of the guards. However, finding themselves in a difficult predicament once more, Homura gestured to Madoka, grabbing the girl’s hand and her blade. Yet… all she did was fall to her knees, blood coming out of her nose

“Hey!” Someone called. 

Homura tried to wish it was anyone else, though of course, she knew that in truth, they had been spotted.

Homura gripped at her katana, barely being able to stand on her legs. 

Yet, something was odd. The guard didn't do the same in response. Nor had he alerted anyone.

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“You girls doing okay?” The guard said.

Homura didn’t wish to let him have the opportunity to speak, she was stopped from unsheathing her blade by Madoka. 

“It's late. Bandits have been running rampant lately, you ladies need to be careful. Go back to your homes, alright? It's not time to play outside.”

“Yes! You’re right,” Madoka gave a false chuckle, “We were just too excited to play, but we’ll go back home now.”

The guard smiled and before long, he was gone.

Homura couldn’t understand why. Past sacrifices have tried to escape, and though they never lasted for long, as Homura herself would always quickly bring them back, all guards were notified.

This situation was odd, Homura was certain of that.

They quickly reached outside the walls once more, this time with ease. The whole thing still ate at Homura's mind, but she chose to ignore it for now.

“Are you ready now?” Homura asked.

“Yes! But before we go… Thank you for letting me talk to them. You’re too kind, Homura, especially to someone like me.”

“Someone like you?”

“A nobody. I’m not even really good at anything. But you’re so cool, and kind too.”

Homura stepped closer, grabbing both of Madoka’s hands.

“You’re the only one who deserves my kindness, Madoka.”

They lingered in that moment. Madoka’s face slowly turned red.

“Uh,” she stuttered, “Where exactly are we going now?”

Homura held the girl’s hand and started walking away from the walls.

“Kamihama district.”

“Why?” The little one questioned.

“It’s one of the only places on this land that does not have the empire’s claws all over it. They’re completely closed off. And anyone sent there never returns.”

Madoka’s voice became low, “That’s kind of scary…”

“Good thing you’re not going alone.” Homura smiled, squeezing her hand. 

Immediately, Madoka’s expression became softer, and she hurried to keep up the pace and walk beside Homura. 

At that point, Madoka and Homura had been walking along through the forest for hours on end. Homura had assured her many times that she knew where they were going. But as Madoka’s leg started to give out, she found it hard to believe.

“Miss Homura… Are you-”

“Yes, I’m sure, Madoka. We’re in the right direction.” Homura interrupted.

“My legs… I can barely walk anymore, Miss Homura.” Madoka murmured.

“There should be a place where we can rest around here. Can you handle it a bit longer?”

The girl shook her head.

Homura giggled, “Understood, come here.” She got on one knee in front of the girl, telling her to climb on her back.

There was a bit of back and forth, before eventually, Madoka did.

“Are you hungry?” Homura asked.

“Yeah.” The girl’s voice seemed to almost drift away as tiredness caught up to her.

“Once we get to the shrine I’ll see if I can catch anything for you.”

“Shrine?” 

“Yes. An old abandoned one. It was made to worship the incubator long ago, but it’s just sitting in the middle of this forest now, and it’s roughly our halfway point to Kamihama district."

“So you really do know where we’re going.” Madoka chuckled, “Sorry for doubting you.”

“No problem.”

For a moment, they simply walked along the forest. 

“Miss Homura, I’m worried…”

“I’ve already told you, you don’t need to worry. I’ll protect-”

“No, not about me.” The girl paused, “You’re doing so much for me. Giving up your life for me. I still don’t understand why.”

Homura let the sounds of nature around them to be the only thing they heard for a moment. 

“I don’t know why myself. When I saw you cry, it was like everything clicked for me, and I thought to myself, ‘Ah, this is what I’m meant to do, protect her.’”

“You left everything for a feeling?” The girl questioned.

“You speak like I even had an everything. I just killed when they asked me to. That was all.”

“Have you killed a lot of people?”

“Too many.”

Madoka snuggled against Homura, getting herself comfortable.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Can you not kill anymore?”

“If it’s unnecessary, yes.”

There was a pause. “I want you to not kill at all. Please.”

Homura stayed quiet. She knew that was impossible, but was there really harm in pretending to make a promise simply to ease the little one's worries?

“I promise.”

“Thank you, Miss Homura." Madoka smiled.

“We’re here.” 

Madoka opened her eyes, and in front of her stood an old shrine of worship, one of strangely good condition given its location.

“It doesn’t look that old.” Madoka said.

“Trust me, it is. I think it’s been here since before I woke up.”

“Woke up?”

Homura let the girl down from her back.

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, we have a place to rest while you tell it to me, no?”

Homura chuckled, “I suppose we do.”

They both walked into the shrine, exploring the interior. The floor crackled under their feet, but there was no dust. More than anything, they seemed polished, without a sign of dust. Faded lanterns hang from the beams, the paper yellowed yet the scent of incense was still strong in the fear. And the strangest of all, on the altar, Homura saw the offerings bowl, which instead of empty, was full with fresh fruit and rice.

The sound of footsteps behind them had not even registered to Madoka and she saw Homura quickly unsheath her blade, aiming the point of it at the neck of the stranger, who stood with a drawn bow in hand, its focus aimed at Homura.

“State your business.”

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Homura’s feet aligned themselves, ready to strike at any moment.

“Do you really think you’ll be able to cut my neck before my arrow goes through yours?” The stranger asked, her fingers gripping at the bow with firmness.

With undying determination in her eyes, Homura replied, “I do.”

“Miss Homura!” Madoka called, “You promised!”

“Not now!” 

Homura’s posture shifted slightly, barely noticeable for untrained eyes, but caught instantly by the stranger, who in response drew the line of her bow even closer to her chest.

“Don’t try me.”

“I could say the same thing to you.” Homura fired back.

Both girls remained unnaturally frozen in place, as if they had become statues.

In this stalemate where every drop of sweat could mean the start of a battle, both fighters sought to analyze their opponents.

Homura would quickly take notice of the girl's ceremonial robes. White in its majority with accents of gold. It reminded her of the religious clothing the great priest in the empire wore.

“The gem in your hand… Have you made a contract with him as well?” The stranger said.

Him? 

Homura had no recollection of making any contracts, and she was clueless about this ‘him’ the girl mentioned or the importance of the purple gem engraved on the back of her hand.

“Yes. I assume you have too?” It was a gamble, but it was the only peaceful way Homura saw to escape the situation.

And it paid off.

The girl unclutched her bow, and in response Homura sheathed her blade.

“My name's Mami Tomoe,” her bow disappeared into many yellow circles of light, of which scattered around the room, “State your business in this shrine.”

“We're simply here to rest, we've been walking for hours.” Homura replied.

“And what would be your destination?” Mami insisted.

“Kamihama district. I can tell from your robes, you're from the empire as well, aren't you? You must know the strange phenomena the district is under.”

Mami wiped the dust off the altar, her back turned to the guests.

“I am aware, yes.”

“Then you must know the empire wishes to investigate it.”

Mami scoffed, “What do you wish to investigate with a commoner by your side?”

“She's bait. She'll enter first and I'll follow, drawing the attention to her and hopefully letting me finally bring answers back to the emperor.”

Madoka looked at Homura with a stiff expression, looking for something in her to disprove what she had said.

In response, Homura matched her gaze, nodding to the girl, who upon seeing the gesture, stepped back.

“I'll allow you to stay here for a couple hours, even replenish energy if you so desire. But after that, you leave. Understood?”

“Yes. We thank you for the kindness.”

For someone her size, Madoka's relentless hunger was nothing to scoff at. In just a few hours the girl managed to finish all of the prepared offerings that Mami Tomoe so kindly provided.

“Is this really okay?” Concerned, Homura asked.

“I don't mind. They often rot here anyway.”

“Thank you for the food!” The little one smiled.

Mami's hospitality was far better than Homura had expected. Being left to guard and take care of an abandoned shrine, with no one around… she must have been lonely. No wonder the place was so nicely cleaned, she had nothing else to do.

“Be careful while entering Kamihama district,” Mami said, “It's not often I catch anyone leaving the place, but when I do, they're always people like us.” She gazed at Homura.

“Like us?” Homura questioned.

“Magical girls.”

Madoka's face lit like the hottest summer day.

“Magical girls?!” She stepped closer to Mami, “So, so! That thing you did with your bow earlier, that was real magic?.

“Of course. Your… friend can do it as well.”

Madoka looked back in excitement, “YOU CAN?!”

Homura’s body stood stiff as she was lost at what to do with it, or even what it was for.

Magical girls?

“Uh,” she struggled to get a word out, speaking was as hard as figuring out what to do with herself at that moment. “Yes, all of us can do it.”

“Can you show me? Please.” Her pleading was dragged out, and combined with eyes that could be mistaken for a puppy's.

“I'd rather be combat ready.”

The girl's begging didn't stop. If anything, it became more earnest with every try.

“Madoka! Stop.” Homura spoke firmly, finally putting the constant imploring to a halt.

“Madoka?” Mami, now intrigued, asked.

Homura's heart was covered in the cruelest ice storm ever experienced, and her body, before stiff and unaware of how to move, now became overwhelmed with stimuli and sudden instinctive commands on what to do next.

“Madoka as in, Madoka Kaname?”

Instantly, Homura drew her blade, steel flashing, splitting Mami’s arrow clean in half, the two pieces falling at her feet. The timing was perfect, almost impossible.

“To steal the incubator’s sacrifice… such audacity.”

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Homura's stance tightened. She wanted to run, but her feet locked as a storm of arrows rained down, five floating bows loosing without pause.

Slice. Slice. Slice.

Each swing an act of desperation, her eyes burning as they tracked every incoming projectile. Too many. Too fast.

The clockwork gears within her blade collar began to turn.

But in the tiny gap before time froze…

“Argh!” An arrow punched through her right arm, just below the shoulder.

Mami pressed harder, only to cry out herself. “Nngh!”

A cut tore across her back, then another, then another, slashes chaining faster than her body could register. A blur ripped past her vision, like a phantom blinking in and out of existence.

The five bows multiplied. Now, ten. Arrows loosed in every direction, filling the space almost completely, only avoiding ‘the sacrifice’.

A grunt. A thud.

“There you are!” Mami snapped, unleashing every bow toward the sound.

Homura staggered back to her feet. Two arrows skewered her side, blood soaking through, but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe.

Time shattered. Her vision blurred. Blood wept from her eyes, her nose. The strain was unbearable. She had used it way too much, and her new injuries certainly weren't helpful.

She screamed, hurling her katana through frozen time. The blade hung suspended mid-flight. Then reality launched it forward, steel spriting toward Mami.

Seizing the opening, Homura dashed to Madoka, who stood like time was still frozen, and threw the girl over her shoulder. She bolted from the shrine, her entire body burning with pain.

But Mami was just as fast. Arrows surged after them like a tidal wave.

Homura clenched her teeth. One last push. That's all they needed. Time cracked again, blood spilling down her face. Push through. Push though. Push through. Dragging Madoka with her as the seconds became motionless.

Her ears rang, and her vision was not of her surroundings, but a strange image of a figure drowned in light. No time to think. No time to ponder. Homura sprinted until the shrine was no longer visible.

Homura struggled to stay on her feet. Panting and without balance. 

Worried, the girl came to Homura’s aid, helping her stand.

“Miss Homura!” She called.

Any sound was muffled by the constant ringing in Homura’s ear. She had pushed too far, used her powers too much in a single day. 

Rarely had she felt a need to before, but this was different. She had never met someone whose abilities match her own, if not surpassed them.

Magical girls…

Such a silly name, yet spoken so earnestly, as if the name alone carried a heavy burden, one that echoed through Homura’s bones. The concept connected with her in a familiar way, even if she didn’t understand why.

“Miss Homura!” 

Another call, this time truly reaching through Homura.

“We need to go.” 

The girl objected, “You can’t even stand!”

“Exactly,” Homura rested her weight upon Madoka, “If she catches up we’re done for.”

Madoka threw Homura’s arm over her shoulder, helping her stand upright. 

“Miss Homura… If you’ll keep getting hurt like this for me…”

“I made a promise.” Homura interrupted, “To not just you, or your mother, but to myself. I’ll protect you Madoka, no matter what it takes.”

The little one’s gaze turned sorrowful, yet she pressed on.

Light beamed from between the leaves as the sun rose on the edge of the forest.

Both girls exhaled loudly. After hours of walking and taking breaks to rest surrounded by nature, they could finally see the Kamihama district, and immediately, it was an odd sight.

It seemed dead, not a glimpse of life.

“There’s no one there?” Madoka asked.

“We don’t know,” She grunted, still aching from the battle, “Everyone that walks inside disappears.”

“What about the people that lived there? How long has this been happening?"

“A few months.”

“That’s horrible…” 

Homura pet Madoka’s head.

“We don’t know what happened to them. They could be okay.”

Hearing so, Madoka smiled. 

There was more to Homura’s words and simple comfort for the little one. She could see a field of energy surrounding the district.

Stepping closer, its presence only grew stronger for Homura. In a way, she resonated with it.

And so, they entered.

Traction all around, conversations happening at every corner. The district wasn’t dead, far from it. It sang with life. 

However, strangely, the only citizens they both could see were young girls, around their age, all with uncommon clothing.

Catching them off guard, a figure rushed to them.

Vibrant and with fire in her eyes, the girl said: “Welcome to Kamihama town! A paradise for magical girls!”

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Sayaka Miki hurried as soon as the watchful gaze of her parents turned away for a single moment. It was a short window of opportunity, but Sayaka wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came to Madoka.

They had known each other for their entire lives, the prime example of best friends. Yet, she was told to simply accept they would never see each other again. It wasn't fair.

She hadn't wasted a day planning her escape, and truly, it wasn't so difficult in her mind. Traveling in and out of the walls was common, especially for delivering food, which Sayaka planned to use to her advantage.

“Hey!” She heard a guard call out. “Ain't you the Mikis’ kid? What are you doing here?”

Breath left her lungs like steam out of a teapot.

“I was just going to deliver some food to my grandma in the town next to here! My parents said I need to start taking things into my own a little, ya know? No need to worry!” She took one step away with each word.

“No can do kiddo. Little ones like yourself need to be accompanied by your caretakers if you want to leave the city.”

Shit.

“Awh, come on! You doubting me? It'll be quick!” Sayaka's tone wavered, her frustration slipping through.

“A no is a no. Sorry, kid.”

The guard stepped closer, reaching out his hand, ready to grab her by the arm.

Should she run? Hit him with the bag of food she carried with herself? No, too much of a scene. Though, could she really avoid that considering her current situation?

“You can let her through!” A high-pitched voice broke the tension.

There was no mistaking whom it belonged to.

“Incubator?!” Both the girl and guard exclaimed.

“But…” the guard tried to object.

“I am aware of the rules. I was there when they were made, after all! But I'm interested in the girl.” His lightless gaze turned to Sayaka.

“If you say so…” Reluctantly, he let them through. And watched as both walked along the path.

“Thank you, I really was at a loss there.” Sayaka said as soon as they were out of earshot. 

“There's no need to thank me. Though, answer me this. You're after your friend, aren't you?” The critter questioned.

Sayaka's very mind took a step back. 

How could he know? And, more importantly, what business could he have with her in the first place?

An awkward laugh filled the silence. “What? Where did you get that from?! I'm going to my grandma's, as I said!”

Enforcing that lie wasn't the smartest choice, but Sayaka was never tactical.

“There's no need to lie to me. I'm here to help! I can guide you to Madoka!” The Incubator insisted.

Even walking turned challenging as Sayaka thought through his words.

If he already knew she was well and had escaped, what harm would it have to be honest and accept his help?

“Are you not upset she escaped? She's supposed to be an offering to you after all…” Sayaka could feel the words scrape through her mouth as she asked that question, unsure of the outcome.

“She was not an offering to me, first of all! None of the girls were. They help keep the empire, and human society as you know it in general, from collapsing completely!” The incubator explained, adding: “And as for Madoka herself, I could never let a girl with such potential go to waste! Truly the highest I've seen. Though, yours is nothing to scoff at either!”

“Woah woah woah, potential? Can you slow down? I'm a little lost.”

“Ah! My apologies, of course you'd be confused.” He stepped down from her shoulder, “When I speak of potential, I'm referring to her and your abilities to be magical girls!”

Sayaka burst into laughter. “Magical girls? Gosh, this sounds like one of those stories parents tell little kids to teach them morals and stuff!”

“Well, it’s no make-believe! Magical girls protect the realm of threats you couldn't possibly conceive!” 

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Sayaka scoffed.

“Like the wraiths! Specters of despair that cause chaos throughout the land.”

Sayaka began to walk away, leaving the critter behind. “Sure thing! When I get face to face with one, I'll tell it you said hi!”

He followed, matching her pace. “Oh, no! You wouldn't want to find one.”

“Enlighten me as to why, my lord!” She laughed once more.

“They eat away at your emotions, leaving you a husk of what you once were.” The Incubator explained.

“How scary! I'll end up peeping myself if you keep going!”

“This is serious, Sayaka Miki. Magical girls protect you from the shadows. Even now, a wraith could show up at any moment! Which is why,” he quickened his steps, stopping in front of the girl, “I want you to make a contract with me, and become a magical girl!”

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“Nah, I’ll pass on your play pretend.” Sayaka replied, walking away.

“If you choose to pretend it isn’t real, at least pass through the shrine in the forest! There’s someone there I want you to meet.” 

She glanced over towards the dead trees, “There’s a shrine in this forest?” 

“Indeed there is! It’s someone I trust a lot! She’ll be able to protect you! Plus, it’s your chance to see a magical girl in person!” The Incubator jumped on the girl's shoulder once more.

“You’re really not giving that up, huh?” For a moment she continued to walk the path, before turning to the forest, “I guess it’s worth a look.”

“So, these magical girls, is fighting wraiths all they do?” Sayaka asked.

The incubator's ears perked up at the question, “It is part of their duty, yes, but they live normal lives in the meanwhile!”

“Why would someone even want to be a magical girl? Doesn’t sound worth it.”

“There’s a reason why I called it a contract! In turn of becoming a magical girl, you can get something you desire!” He explained.

“Like what?”

“Anything! Any wish you have in your heart can be fulfilled!”

Sayaka scoffed, “Right! And I live with the emperor!”

“I’m being serious! Wishes have the power to do anything! The lives of many girls were changed because of it,” for a moment, only noises of animals filled the air, “Is there anything you wish for, Sayaka? Something deep in your heart.”

“Well…”

Stepping over dry leaves and broken sticks, the sounds of daily animal life suddenly died down with no explanation, leaving the two in complete hush.

“Yikes, why is it so quiet now?”

“I’m not sure either,” the critter replied, “I just hope it’s not…”

With a heated tone, Sayaka asked, “What? Stop trying to be mysterious, dude.”

“Get down!” 

Purely driven by instinct, her mind not yet processing the warning, Sayaka crouched down. 

The ground itself trembled as a speeding blur passed in front of the girl, so fast the forest floor seemed to ripple, sending debris flying before they fell into place once more.

Whispering, the incubator said “We should be alright now, it’s gone. Hurry before it sees us!”

Sayaka attempted to stand up, but her legs had a mind of their own, remaining unmoving and shaken. 

Get up! Get up, get up, get up! You need to get up!

“Sayaka!” 

Another warning, but one the girl did not react to as large hands gripped at her body, rising her feet away from the ground. As her brain caught up to her situation, Sayaka could do nothing but scream as the twisted humanoid figure stood before her, its jaw gouged open, teeth unnaturally symmetrical and aligned. There was no inside to its mouth, only a black void with a small circle of light in the middle. 

As the girl struggled, her screams turned into desperate cries for help, even if she knew there was nobody that could save her. Though quickly, the only sounds that would escape her throat would be broken grunts of visceral pain, her eyes watching the light within the being’s mouth grow as her skin seemed to be peeled off of her face. Along with it, disturbing pleas and painful noises could be heard, though those didn’t come from the girl, nor were they real. Images of her family, friends, and anyone she held dear experiencing unspeakable suffering flashed in her mind, Sayaka unable to stop it.

And then,

a thud.

The girl was on the ground once more, having been released from the being’s grasp. 

As her mind adjusted, through her blurred vision, Sayaka saw a figure standing over the otherworldly creature. 

“Are you alright?” Mami Tomoe called as she stood before the girl, “Can you get up?”

To Sayaka, processing the strangers words was a challenge in itself, getting up was a concept out of this world for her at that moment.

“I suppose not.” Offering her hand, Mami smiled, “I’ll help you.”

Sayaka awoke in a panic. Memories of her encounter flashing in her eyes.

She grunted.

“It’s okay, it’s okay now.” A hand was placed upon her head, caressing it in a motherly manner, “You’re safe.”

“What…” She looked around, finding herself in the shrine.

“What happened…? what was that…?” Tears began forming in her eyes.

“A wraith! That’s what it was!” 

So it’s real?

Mami interjected “It’ll be okay. Soon your mind will have wiped the pain you felt because of it. It’s not forever.”

Standing up and grabbing Mami’s hand, Sayaka exclaimed, “Thank you! Thank you for saving me!” she bowed, “May I please know your name?” 

The girl’s eyes winded at the gesture, before she smiled, “Mami Tomoe. What is yours?”

“Sayaka Miki!”

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to travel alone? What is your goal within these woods?”

Sayaka’s mouth opened, yet before she could speak, the incubator remarked: “We were looking for you! I was hoping you could show her how it’s like to be a magical girl, and also help look for her friend, Madoka Kaname!”

The moment lingered as they stared into each other’s eyes, as if having a conversation Sayaka was not allowed to be part of.

“Madoka… was it?” hush followed, “I’d be glad to help!”

A smile covered Sayaka’s face, “Would you really?!”

“Yes, of course!” She grabbed the incubator, placing him upon Sayaka’s head, “And he will lead us to her, isn’t that right, Kyubey?”

“That’s right!”

Puzzled, the girl questioned, “Kyubey?”

“That's the incubator’s name!”

“Oh! You two must be really close then!”

Mami looked away, “Of course we are. He saved my life.”

She stepped away from the shrine, being followed by Sayaka.

“Was that your wish?”

“Yes, it was,” looking at something beyond her surroundings, she continued, “I didn’t have the privilege to choose. But you do! So think wisely, alright?” smiling once more, both of them began making their way through the forest, with Kamihama district being their destination.

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“Welcome to Kamihara town! A paradise for magical girls!”

The girl spoke with passion and sincerity, fire sparking in her orange eyes.

“A paradise…?” Homura echoed, suspicion threading her tone.

“Yes! A paradise! Come, I’ll show you around!” 

Homura and Madoka exchanged a glance. Homura’s fingers already were tight on the hilt, but the tension in her stance seemed almost unnecessary against the girl’s honest excitement.

“Come on! Don’t leave me waiting!” The girl called, prompting them both to follow.

The town seemed to wrap itself around them, gently. Market streets brimmed with vendors, all with different kinds of meat and items that sparked interest. Many voices came from bathhouses, talking about various things, many trivial, truly giving the feel of relaxation, even from afar. And at every corner, some kind of street performance was being watched, colorful and cheerful. Laughter and chatter danced in the air. It was a place alive, brimming with color and motion.

Madoka lowered her voice, uneasy. “We don’t really have any money for any of this…” 

“Oh, you don’t have to worry! Everything here is totally free! Or, well, I guess you do have to trade something for it, but it could be anything! You could just help one of them out for a day as payment!”

Curiosity spiking within her, Homura asked, “You work off trade?” 

“Yes! Including…” The girl turned back to them, arms spread, “Ta-da! My cooking house! It’s the absolute best in the town, no contest! And we often give stuff for free! Super free! You don’t even have to work for it!”

Homura’s eyes sharpened. “Do you take care of the establishment alone?” 

“No! Of course not that’d be too much even for someone as strong as me. My friends help me out!”

“What about your parents?” Returning to her firm and vigilant stance, Homura insisted.

The girl froze. Her arms fell to her sides, her characteristic smile slipping away. Silence stretched, heavy enough that Homura’s hand returned to her blade. When no answer came, she pressed further.

“What exactly makes this place a paradise?”

A pause lingered, before the girl spoke. “We don’t have to fight. We don’t have to sacrifice our lives for people that’ll never be grateful. We can live here, grow here.”

Fight?

Perhaps this was the heavy burden she felt when Mami mentioned the name ‘Magical Girls’, yet still, she was puzzled.

“What makes this town so different?” She asked firmly, “And where are all of its previous residents?”

The girl shifted her body to the cooking house’s direction, “I’m not one to ask the big question. If you wanna find out about that, you’ll have to ask our leaders! They’re the ones that made this paradise, and knowing them, they’d be happy to talk about it to no end!”

“Leaders?”

“Yes! Leaders of the Wings of Magius!” She glanced over her shoulder, “Touka and Nemu!” Excitement echoing through her voice once more, she added, “That reminds me, I haven’t told you my name! It’s Yui Tsuruno! I’m the strongest around, so if you need anything, please come to me!”

Homura eased her grip from her weapon. “Homura Akemi.”

Madoka stiffened, stumbling over her introduction. “Ma—Madoka Kaname!”

“You’re so cute, little one! Madoka was it? What kind of magical girl are you?” Smiling, Yui stepped closer.

“Ah!” Madoka faltered, glancing at Homura, searching for help. 

Homura stepped in front of her, pulling her back. “She’s not a magical girl. She’s here with me.”

The air grew hushed again. Then, Yui gestured toward the doorway of her shop. “Come in! You two will love the food here!”

“I apologize but we aren’t—”

“Trust me,” Yui cut in, her tone dropping with uncharacteristic weight. “You’ll want to continue this conversation inside, where no one can hear us.”