Disclaimer: Forgot this the first time, but I don't own FE7

EDIT: 5/22/2013 Well, as most of you readers of mine knew this was coming. So here it is, a week in advance. For those of you who are reading this for the first time, this is near the caliber of my later chpts. Chpts 2-10 are…bad. 10-20 are fair, very proud of 18. 21+ are good. In my readers opinions, I've gotten WAY better. So for those of you who ignored me because of that first chpt, this is for you!

Where…am I?

I awoke to a room. No, a room wasn't the apt description. It was more like a…void. It was as though I floated through space surrounded by a mixture of black and blue flames. Creepy.

I need your assistance.

Holy hells, what was that? A voice…in my mind? Not happening…must be a dream.

This is no dream…The continents need you, Elibe needs you…

What in the hell is Elibe? Sounds more like a disease than a place…But who is this…voice to order me around?

I am One of the Powers in the grand scheme. Elibe shall soon fall on difficult times…I need your assistance, whether you agree or not.

Dare I ask what assistance?

No.

Well…it was worth a shot. So, mystical voice of power, you think I'm just going to help you do something to a place I don't know? Then you're-

Right. I expect you to. I had hoped you would readily agree, but you make this difficult. Say goodbye to every memory you ever had. Perhaps I'll give them back if you're kind…

What! You can't just steal a memory…that's impossible!

Boy, you have a lot to learn. Have fun…or not.

All went white.

Ow…Grass. Hard ground. Laying on the ground makes you sore…

What the hell am I doing in this forest.

Where the hell am I.

Who the hell am I?

Focus…Get up and look around. You're near a path…paths mean civilization…maybe…hopefully.

I got up and looked about. Left or right. Hmm…difficult…lefts are better…so left it is!

I began to walk to the left, for about five paces before I noticed something.

I have a sword on my back. That's why my back is heavy. I'm also wearing a black coat with blue trim. It wrapped around like a cloak and connected to some black leather shoulder guards.

I must have liked black.

I began walking trying to remember something…anything. Nothing came to mind. I brushed my long hair out of my eyes…you guessed it, its black.

Wait…were those voices? Yes! I think they were! I walked to where the voices were coming from…a camp? There were six heavily armed people…laughing. That must have been what I heard. A tall dirty blonde haired one sat at the head of the ring, he must be in charge. Next to him, a dark brown haired man…second in command?

And then I stepped on a twig. Crack!

All heads turned my way, all hands on weapons. Everyone alert…staring at me.

Should I say something? Do I speak their language?...Gods I hope so.

"Who are you and what business do you have here with my mates?" the blonde leader said. Yes! I can understand them!

"Um…where am I?" I questioned in return

"You are in Lycia…outside of Pherae…how can you not know this?" he replied hesitantly.

"Well…I wish I knew…I woke up in a small clearing back a ways and I don't remember anything."

"Not even a name?" the man next to the leader questioned suspiciously.

"No…What's yours?" I cursed my stupidity. I may not remember anything, but how can I sound any more suspicious than that?

The leader looked calmly at me…creepy. He smiled, more like grinned, "The name's Corvus. I'm the leader of these mercenaries."

I knew an opportunity when I saw one. "Mercenaries you say? Perhaps I can join you? Maybe I was good with a blade…before."

Corvus looked at me for a while…then unsheathed one of his swords and swung it at me! I quickly pulled my sword out of its scabbard and met the blow quicker than seemed possible. I let instinct and prior skill take over. We he slashed I parried. When he swung I leapt to the side. It continued on for a few minutes until he stopped.

He was breathing heavily, "Whoever you were, you were good. Are good. You can join us for now, we'll see if your memories return. What should we call you?"

I looked around the group at all the gazes in wonder. Guess they never saw anyone beat this man. "Call me…Cormag." The name seemed…right.

My name is Cormag Ravenstaff, Wielder of the Flame of Justice, The Arbiter, the Flame Jewel. The slayer of the dark druid and the salvation too many. The hero of four wars. One of the best.

And this is my story.

Author Note: I won't say much, I wrote the epilogue yesterday so this fic is complete. Please keep reading. It's only like 50K words, that's not so much…in my standards at least. A rewrite amazes me. It took me less than an hour to write this. The upcoming chpts all took me at least two hours. So please review, check out my poll on my profile and keep reading!

-CR