[Nightmare]

Nightmare, who's real name seemed to be completely unknown, sat under one of the many trees in the forest. One hand was free while the other gripped her staff firmly in case someone were to try and attack her. The war was something fun to her. She enjoyed being able to fight the divine. They annoyed her, as she thought of them to be the perfect little angels, though that wasn't exactly true.

Having decided to take a break from battling, she gazed up at the sky. The sun peaked through the trees and onto her white skin, speckles of red dots and splatters from the blood of those she had beaten in battled on her clothes. At the same time that she enjoyed a good fight, it was almost sad to her to have to fight this much. Her eyes closed, allowing her head to be cleared of the images she had seen already that day.

It wasn't long, though, before a long sigh escaped her mouth as she stood. She couldn't slack off all day, but at the same time it sounded like a good idea. She began to walk off, spinning her staff in her hand as she took each step. Her eyes were on lookout for the divine, keeping her guard up, since she believed there would be someone always willing to attack at any given moment.