The Silver Empress -

Nagisa – Heya kittens! I would like to take this chance to apologize profoundly for not updating my stories for a few months. I have had a bit of writers block and its frustrating.

On top of that my phone, which I use to type my stories on, crashed and deleted all of my phone memory.

Anyway I have decided to write a Godlike!Clare story because I am fed up of seeing godlike Raki Fanfictions.

Let me just put this out there now as a warning. I hate... No. DESPISE RAKI. I am gonna be honest with you now and say, Raki WILL! Be bashed at the beginning because that will most likely be the only part of my story that he will be in.

Also! Clare will have a higher rank and its a time travel fic. I am planning to have her sent back in time with all of her potential and powers.

If you hate Clare and love Raki, leave now because you will most likely not like this.

Here we go. Enjoy reading my first fanfiction where there will be quite a bit of curb stomping.

Revised - 26/05/18

Disclaimer – Nagisa Maeda does not own Claymore, its characters or its storyline.

Chapter 1 – Confusion and Time Travel. Wait... WHAT! –

Clare stared with rage filled golden eyes. Gripping the handle of her claymore tightly as she glared at the centre of her rage and hatred. Letting out a primal roar that shook the earth beneath her's and the other warrior's feet her yoki aura rose and she charged forward towards the still regenerating Priscilla. Thinking she had finally got the upper hand she was looking for, she charged, unaware of the yoki Priscilla was building up.

At that current time Priscilla wasn't responding to anything around her. To them it seemed that her regeneration was getting quicker and better as it was used but to her it was the complete opposite!

Right when Clare was about to slash at the monster's neck, a huge concentrated whip like yoki structure tore through the air flying right past Clare's head.

Then something unfathomable happened. The thin layer of yoki that Clare had surrounding her at all times had expanded when she began to push her limits.

Time seemed to slow as the whip like yoki collided with Clare's own yoki. A massive explosion followed upon impact. A tearing sound was heard, so loud it was almost deafening.

Everything after that was a blur. All Clare felt was an intense pull from behind her. She saw her friends and comrades shouting something but nothing reached her ears. She watched as their expressions became frightened and sorrowful. The last thing she felt was an excruciating pain throughout her body and then her world went black.

Unknown Location – Clare's P.O.V –

All of the muscles in my body burned, like I had just fought a battle with Ophelia or Riful! Everything around me was bathed in an eerie darkness. I could hear the faint hum of a voice that sounded vaguely familiar but I could not make out any words.

It was as if the voice was... Calling me in some way but not by name. Like a pull on my energy as it synchronises with another... But what was causing it?

I want to know... I have to know! With that final thought my once non-cooperative eyes snapped open and, within an instant, I was scanning my surroundings with a keen eye.

It took a minute but I soon realised I could not feel my yoki aura like usual. It was strange... As if I had taken yoki suppressants' but worse. It was like being human again!

Normal P.O.V –

A scrape of metal on rock caught Clare's immediate attention. Spinning around she came face to face with the one scene in her life she would never want to relive.

In front of her was a being amidst awakening which she recognised to be Priscilla! In front of her stood the one person in the world she truly cared for.

It was now that Clare decided to inspect her current form. If she was to have assumed correctly then at this current time she wasn't even a warrior yet. Raising her hands to eye level she gasped. They were so small!

Moving her arm slightly she could see her reflection in the shiny arm protector she wore. In the reflection staring back at her was a short girl with long brown hair with bright green eyes and fair skin. Reaching her arm up she pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Deciding that now was definitely not the time or place to be looking at herself. Turning back to the battle she couldn't stop the tears that sprung to the corners of her eyes threatening to fall.

It was horrible. She knew Teresa was going to die but she couldn't do anything without spouting things she shouldn't know.

Teresa slowly approached the still, sobbing half-awakened form of Priscilla as she raised her sword to kill the being before her. "All I can give you is a swift beheading. I'm sorry it had to come to this but you are far to inexperienced to be drawing on that amount of your yoki powers"

Placing her other hand on her claymore, she raised it slightly higher and was about to bring it down when Priscilla grabbed the forgotten blade next to her and sprang forward.

Teresa stared down at the place where her hands and Claymore had once been in undisguised shock. She only had a second to feel anything before Priscilla sliced off her head with a strong swipe of her claymore.

Clare didn't even try to stem the tears falling down her cheeks as she watched her mother figure's lifeless body fall to the ground.

Clare knew what happened next but it was all a blur able she grieved for a second time. Irene had her left arm cut off and both Sophia and Noel where killed with swift painful blows to the head and torso. She ignored it, even when the one horned monster walked past her at an infuriatingly slow pace before flying off into the distant mountains.

Walking forward on wobbly, unsteady legs she made her way over to Teresa's body. Dropping to her knees she cradled her head in her lap and shed all her pent up emotions. It all came back to her. Her old friends and comrades were no longer that.

Knowing she couldn't just sit there of fear of missing Rubel she forced herself to get up and began walking at a fast pace keeping her eyes cast to the ground she walked on.

Just as last time by the time she got to the town people, adults and children alike backed away from her in fear. It's not everyday you see someone let alone a child walking along with a severed head.

Hearing the worried whispers fade slightly behind her she looked up for the first time since she began her trek. There, right in front of her, was the man clad head to toe in black known as Rubel.

Running as fast as her legs would carry her she soon caught up with the tall man. Said man turned with that same smile she would always see stretched across his face.

Slightly glaring at the man she nearly said in a raised tone. "Do it. Put it inside me now!" she shouted all the while holding Teresa's head out in front of her for him to see.

He stretched out his hand for hers and she quickly complied by placing her hand in his. With this, she sealed her fate and future but she swore to herself she would be better this time. So much better.

Time skip – 1 week –

It had been a very long, painful week for Clare so far. She had forgotten the pain the transformation caused her. But what would sitting around crying do? She promised herself that she would be stronger this time.

Forcing herself to her feet, she picked up her unmarked claymore and walked out of her open cell. If she was to become stronger, she needed to train. Train more than she ever had before. She had all knowledge of her's and her past comrade's techniques.

Irene's Quick Sword, Jean's Drilling Sword and Helen's improved version, Flora's Windcutter, Miria's Phantom technique, as well as her Sensing abilities. Maybe she could even try to learn Galatea's yoki manipulation. If she could master these, even to only a certain degree then she knows she would be stronger.

Her eyes hardened at the thought of being weak. She finally reached some sort of training room full of dummies. Lifting her claymore with quite a bit of difficulty she soon decided that she would need to make herself some sort of training schedule.

This is her training schedule –

4:00 – Meditation to control yoki flow

4:30 – 500 Swings on each arm. With weights on each arm (10 pounds)

5:30 – 100 Laps of the training room. (15 pounds on each leg)

6:30 – Breakfast

7:00 – Sparing with other trainees.

8:00 – Studying anything and everything

10:00 – Stretches to gain more flexibility

11:00 – Train yoki sensing

13:00 – Any Organization training

18:00 – 500 swings on each arm (10 pounds on each arm, 15 on each leg, 20 on sword)

19:30 – 100 Laps (15 pounds on each limb)

21:00 – Meditation and yoki sensing

22:30 – Sleep

/ Repeat /

To others in her generation of trainees this may seem extremly hard for a beginner but they seem to forget that with their new yoki they heal much quicker than they did as a human.

This continued for about a month before she changes it to 1000 swings with 100 pounds on each limb, 500 laps with 110 pounds on each limb.

With the pace she had set herself at she was hoping to be able to become a warrior a lot younger than she had before. Then she could test herself properly.

By her 5th month of training she did 2500 swings with 500 pounds on each limb 800 laps with 500 pounds on each limb.

By the 9th month it was 7000 swings with 900 pounds of weight on each limb and 1300 laps with 900 pounds of weight.

Finally, by her 12th and hopefully last month of training, she did 10,000 swings with 1500 pounds on each limb and 2000 laps, again, with 1500 pounds on each limb.

Thankfully somewhere down the line around the 3rd month she had gotten quite good at yoki manipulation and had been able to create seals that act as weights so she didn't have to carry it around manually.

Currently she found herself lined up along with the other trainees as a test to see if anyone was ready to receive their emblem.

At this time Clare was a bit on the tall side with butt length straight blond hair with glowing silver eyes and a pale complexion.

The leader of the organization, Rimato, suddenly stepped forward in front of the 67 children here. "You have all been here for one year training and getting stronger. Today is a chance to prove that strength. Each one of you will fight a single yoma and, depending on the time and skill used to kill it, if you are able to kill it that is, you will be able to fight against a warrior of your choice for a chance of earning that warriors rank."

With that said he stepped back and a large wall opened in front of them showing a large forest. Rubel stepped forward next. " When signalled you are all to find and slay a yoma inhabiting this forest. This test is optional for now. Stay where you are when the signal is given if you wish not to take part but you have to do it next time." A beep was heard and everyone shot out into the woods to start the hunt.

The older people running the show sighed. Seems as though no one was being chucked out this year. With that thought Rimato turned to stare at the pair of awakened beings staring at the forested area.

Turning away seemed to be a mistake. A sword was drew and a gurgle was heard. Spinning around they all came face to face with Clare with her sword in her hand as the awakened beings in front of her fell back... Headless.

"I have done my part of the test." Clare stated in a matter of fact-like tone. She pointed behind them and, upon turning around, saw three separate yoma pilled on top of one another, all missing their heads.

Turning to Rimato she bowed her head slightly before speaking. "You stated that there is a possibility that we could fight a warrior, I would like to if at all possible." She said with a blank face in a monotonous voice.

"And you are?" Rubel asked even though he already knew so that his leader could be filled in. "I am trainee number 12, Clare" with a nod she turned and left knowing she wasn't going to get an answer out of the man at this time.

It wasn't until nightfall that she was visited again. Rubel stood in the doorway of her cell/room and beckoned her to follow him. Getting up silently, grabbing her sword along the way, she walked with a cat-like grace as she followed the man in black or her soon to be handler, hopefully.

She was soon led to a small room that was above the room she was in earlier. In that room there were 47 people all dressed similarly but all different in some way or another.

After being led into the room Clare looked around and found about 12-13 other trainees in the room. Staring down below she searched the crowd and found quite a few familiar faces.

Miria, Deneva, Helen, Tabatha, Cynthia, Ophelia, Alicia, Beth and Galatea where among the ones she spotted. They all mostly looked the same but with a few minor differences, like height.

Rimato took that moment to speak. "Today you are gathered to possibly fight against one of the trainees that have passed their first trial with flying colours. This is their last test before becoming warriors. They will pick one of you to fight and if they win they get your rank and you are pushed down a rank." Confusion and slight anger radiated off the warriors auras as they realised they could be demoted if they're not careful.

With that said and done the trainees where led to the room full of warriors. They where set in a line as the warriors all turned to stare with impassive, slightly interested gazes. Clare stared back with an equally impassive gaze.

The fights soon began but so far no one has won their match so no one has gained their rank. So far 7 have fought. One against Tabatha, three against Rafaela and three against some other un-named warriors.

Soon enough she was called. She opened her eyes to show she had acknowledged her call. Pushing off the wall she pulled her blade out of the ground and walked towards the lined up warriors. Skipping past most of them she soon came to a halt in front of their current number 1, Alicia.

Nodding at her slightly she walked towards the centre of the room soon followed by Alicia. Both stared at each other impassively while the warriors around them smirked slightly thinking she was just a cocky brat and thought she was gonna get her ass handed to her.

A drop of water fell from the ceiling and hit the floor and then it began. Both disappeared from view and metal hitting metal was heard. They were both blurs as they continued to clash. All onlookers watched in awe as a so called trainee was matching against their top fighter.

This clashing went on for a while longer before they silently decided to up the game. Alicia's eyes gained a golden colour with black slits as pupils. Clare channelled yoki through her body and silently disabled her weights by 500 pounds. Their speed was equally matched by the other.

To others around them they realised it was a battle of wills now. Who's ever was the strongest would win. Deciding enough was enough Clare fully disabled all weight seals and sprung forwards, her eyes turning gold as she flew through the air. Clare was bringing her sword down for a death blow and Alicia saw this. Bringing up her blade and steadying it with her free hand she braced herself for impact. When their blades connected a loud screech of metal echoed off the walls.

Everyone in the room squeezed their eyes shut when an explosion of dust followed and then... dead silence. It was almost deafening and maddening all at the same time. The dust cloud that was kicked up was clearing extremely slowly.

Soon enough through they were able to make out two distinct forms. One on their back, one with their sword to the fallen ones neck. As it cleared the picture in front of the lot of them made the all gasp.

Their number 1 was laying on her back with her eyes closed and blood leaking slowly down her face unconscious. Above her was none other than Clare with a very slight smirk on her lips. "I win" she stated in a calm tone before turning and leaving having done what she wanted.

Later that day, all of the warriors where forced to go back to their respective territories even after all the excitement. Rimato smirked slightly when he thought of how everyone now has to be demoted to make place for their new number 1. It was almost unheard of to receive a single ranking after just a year of training but she was Teresa's legacy so it was to be expected.

A short time later Clare was presented with her emblem. It was like her old one but with diagonal bars on each of the outer prongs and a straight, short horizontal bar on the middle prong. She, as she expected from defeating Alicia, was awarded with the rank of number 1. If she wanted to keep her rank then she would have to prove herself in the first few months. Oh well... Not much she could do about that. At least she would be able to test her skills and techniques on yoma now.

1 and a ¼ year time skip – Unknown city –

Clare had just finished up with another hunt for an awakened being. It had been fun. Just her and Galatea. Now that had finished up she headed towards a vaguely familiar town. It had been by her own request that she be added to the team sent on this mission although the even Rimato couldn't figure out why she wanted to go.

Her appearance had changed quite a bit over the year. Deciding to honour Alicia after she was demoted, she now wore an all black skin tight body suit and black armour. Her claymore remained the same just with a slightly different symbol. Her hair was just past her butt and she still had her unblemished pale complexion. Her armour was styled so it allowed very flexible, extremely fast movements. Her eyes where, of course, still silver but had taken on a slightly purple tint to them.

Yup, that's right. She was going to kill the male awakened being. This mission, in her previous time line, had been done a few years after this as it took her a longer time to gain her rank and emblem.

Walking at a leisurely pace, she headed towards the large brick wall surrounding the village and jumped over it with little to no effort and continued to walk. She was soon interrupted by Ermita who beckoned her to follow in which she did.

She was soon ushered inside came face to face with her past family figures. Though she hid her happiness under a mask of indifference. Stepping forward to join the group she was not surprised when Miria stepped forward to reprimand her.

"You're late. We all arrived a little over three days ago." Miria said in a cold tone. In her mind Clare smirked slightly, instantly whipping up a witty reply. "I am not late. You are merely early" she stated in a blunt tone. In the corner of the room she heard Helen snicker slightly and Deneve cracked a small smile.

Sighing Miria turned and sat back down. "Alright now we are all, I want you all to tell of any experience you've had with these creature and tell us your rank... My name is Miria and I rank number 6 in the organisation. This will be my eighth hunt for an awakened being." She turned to Helen.

"The name's Helen, I'm ranked number 22 and I don't have any experience hunting these creatures" Then it was Deneve's turn.

"My name is Deneve and I am ranked number 15 and this will be my second hunt for an awakened being" After that they all turned to Clare. She stared right back impassively.

"My name is Clare. My rank is 47." With that she walked out leaving a slightly stunned group. Helen immediately began complaining and mocking her because of her so called incapability at handling this mission.

Soon enough they were all up and leaving the gate towards the mountains. She had to listen to Helen's constant insults but she decided to ignore them in favour of thinking about the mission. She could feel Miria's gaze practically burning a hole into her skull. It was obvious she was suspicious about her introduction. She wondered if the reigning number 6 would be able to realise it was here before she revealed herself.

Stopping that thought she remembered she had a yoki appearance seal on. Basically it was a seal that allows a very thin undetectable layer of yoki to rest over her skin and change things in her appearance to what she wanted it to.

Right now her symbol was the same as it was in the previous timeline and her armour looks like the standard one with the normal colour. Her hair was short and her eyes where a normal silver. On top of that she actually looked tall. Around their height instead of her child like height.

Nightfall seemed to come quite quickly and they where all resting in a cave on the mountain. Just as she was falling into a meditative like state her hand flew up and caught her claymore with her eyes still closed.

Opening them she stood as Miria was about to tell her she wanted to test the teams capabilities. Walking out into the rain she held her blade pointing diagonally towards the ground to her left.

"Why'd you need to test me? Isn't my ranking enough for you?" She asked seriously.

Miria's eyes narrowed and an almost calculative looked entered her eyes. "To be honest, I'm having a hard time believing that that's your rank. When I first saw you, I thought I was looking at the most powerful person alive." She answered to which Clare raised an eyebrow but said no more and prepared for battle.

The fighting stance she took looked somewhat familiar to Miria but she just shrugged it off as a freakish coincidence. Just as she got into her own stance, Clare shot forward and she just barely moved her sword in time to block the other's.

Quickly realising that Clare had the upper hand in muscle strength, Miria jumped back, landing in a crouch. As quick as lightning, she appeared in front of Clare with her blade above her head, ready to bring it down for a strike to the slightly shorter blonde's head.

The supposed rank 47 blocked swiftly and threw her back with enough force that Miria nearly lost her grip on her sword but she held fast.

Then it happened.

One second she was preparing for another attack and the next second she found herself on her back with a sword at her neck. Clare had used just enough strength to take Miria's claymore out of the equation before kicking her away from it and putting her into a position where she would have to surrender.

Her's and the other two warrior's minds flashed back to when their current number one was crowned. She had basically done the exact same thing with Alicia that the current rank 47 had done with Miria.

Miria briefly wondered if she could actually be their number one but she quickly rid herself of that thought.

Last time she checked number one was a small child in appearance but in strength she was said to be even stronger than the old number one, Teresa of the Faint Smile, the Alicia's and the current number one's predecessor .

The centre of her thoughts brought her out of her musings with a sigh. "Do you yield, captain?" She asked in a tone that was laced with boredom.

Nodding after a quick glance towards her sword, Clare moved away and went back into the cave that they'd decided to set up camp in.

Helen and Deneve quickly rushed to my aid but all I could do was stare at the back of the most mysterious warrior she'd ever met up until this point.

Next morning –

Clare had woken at her usual 4am and had been training since she woke up. Around 5am she heard footsteps and turned in time to see Deneve lean against the rocky cliff behind her with her arms crossed.

Deciding she wasn't important she sat on the ground with her legs crossed and began to meditate to regulate her yoki flow and to sense the area around them.

She had just stretched her yoki around the area when she noticed her sister figure. On the outside she suddenly gained a smirk.

Deneve was about to question it before she heard more footsteps approaching. She didn't react because she thought it was either Helen or Miria.

What she didn't expect however was a tall pale blond with a symbol she didn't recognize to appear.

Before she could react though the previously meditating Clare spoke up.

"How have you been since the last mission, Galatea? And what are you doing here?" she questioned in an airy tone with an underlying of warning.

Galatea simply smiled before replying. "If you want it bluntly fine. The organization wanted me to watch and report this mission to a messenger from afar. But I decided to come pay you a visit instead."

Grinning internally she replied with a stonic nod before walking away to a tree where a small bottle of water sat.

Turning to the side she saw Deneve leave. Her expression became serious.

Leaning forward slightly she spoke. "So what is it you really want...?"

Authors note – Oh what does she really want. To tell you the truth I have actually forgotten. I dont know why I am posting three new stories when I need to update my other ones... Oh well. I NEED SLEEP!

Hope to see ya next time kittens! xxx