Whitley looked herself up and down. She made sure to wear her number one outfit to get help. Maybe she'll get someone. She wasn't looking at status as much as power. She wanted a winner, or as close as she could get. They had to be able to rival Black. That was her goal. She could look for the rest later. The note sat silently on her bed as she went to her balcony and jumped off.

!~!~!~!

Blake was helping a poor woman with her mail. She was way too frail and was needing assistance. He gathered it up and helped her through it. It was calming after yesterday's stress. His father let off on him and said to find light work for the day since he was able to find the main money source for the day. After finishing the mail he helped her inside and went to go find something to do. He noticed a group of people working to get a bunch of water buckets onto a wagon. A smile crossed his face as he went over.

"Excuse me? May I?" The group turned in confusion.

"Your scrawny form won't help, Blake."

"You're right. But I can make it easier." He lifted the water out of a bucket with the lift of a hand. "Lemme help." The group smiled. They were able to speed up the work. Afterwards, he went to go find more work.

!~!~!~!

Whitley was still wandering the streets. Many men nodded as they passed her. She got nervous as night started to fall. Zunda's time. She confused them with vampires to not only bother them, but because it was hard to tell the difference. She was so caught up in thought that she ran right into someone.

!~!~!~!

(Rewinding...)

Blake was able to get enough work in for the day to almost pay off some of the bills that they owed without trying that hard. He was walking home as he thought of the treatment. His dad would be proud of the work and possibly work to finish paying off the one bill. His thoughts like they usually did slammed him into someone. He rubbed his eyes to snap him out of the daze. He stood up and bowed.

"My apologies. I wasn't paying attention." He waited a minute. Silence filled the air, making an unsettling feeling.

"No... I should have paid more attention. I rammed right into you." A surprisingly young voice spoke. He didn't dare look up. He made that mistake before. Not happening again.

"No no no. My head was in the clouds. Is there anything I can do to reclaim?" The same silence filled the air as the person paused.

"Ehrenschlacht der Sieben." His eyes shot up and met the person's blue eyes. He gulped.

"There must be another way, madam." Her eyes narrowed.

"That's gnädige Frau Whitley to you." He bowed.

"My bad, gnädige Frau Whitley. But may I be assigned another task?"

"Nur wenn Sie einen Todeswunsch hatten. Krieg der Nacht und des Regens. Es sei denn, Sie Kaution." He shuddered. That was worse. Battle was her memo, eh?

"Ich werde das Angebot annehmen."

"Gut." She smiled. "Head up. I stopped going easy a while ago."

He gulped. He wanted to follow his father's rule about fighting ladies, but he wouldn't be able to. He got into a battle stance as she casted.

"SUMTER AIRFIELD!"

The winds slammed into him at an incredible speed. He was lucky that he held his ground. His light weight didn't help though as he was thrown back with ease. He slowly stood up and went over to the field.

"That was easy." He gulped.

"Noch nicht."

He pulled a stream of water and it circled him. He sent some to his feet and froze them to the ground. He then quickly used the remainder to launch at her. It froze before it touched her and she shattered it with a kick. He gulped as he pulled another water stream and blocked her. She casted.

"SUMTER LINDERING!"

The attack was cut as he casted.

"Regen Dämon! Erzritter! HERUNTER NEHMEN!"

The water pushed her onto the ground with ease. He gulped and unfroze his feet. He went over and held out his hand.

"Mein Fehler, gnädige Frau Whitley. Ich wurde ein bisschen aggressiv. Ich hätte ein bisschen locker gehen sollen." She took his hand as she looked him up and down.

"Kennen wir uns? Was ist dein Rang?" He blinked at her questions.

"Um... no. I don't think we've met before, gnädige Frau Whitley. My rank is Ragdoll in der Stadt." She looked him up and down.

"You don't look like it." He frowned. "And your powers say otherwise."

"That is my rank, gnädige Frau Whitley. And I will be it for eternity." She frowned.

"Alright... ABGEWIESEN!" He bowed before bolting off. He quickly got to the house and got inside before being grabbed.

"Entschuldigung, Vater. Ich wurde aufgehalten! Ich versuchte wegzukommen. Ich habe gute Nachrichten!"

"Das sind Morgennachrichten!" He froze at the attitude. He wasn't able to say anything before his vision went black.

!~!~!~!

Whitley had teleported to her room to avoid Black and his cascade. She stared at the letter.

"Why... What are you telling me? Why are you here? What am I missing?"

She sighed as she changed for bed. She would go find the boy in the morning. See his true nature.

"I'll find it!" She said as she turned to the letter. "I know you see it! Tell me when I get close!" She went into bed and fell asleep.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. If you guys have any ideas or requests, let me know. I will also be taking requests for Blake with his condition. Let me know! Bye!