If you asked a veteran of the Fifty Years War, hell, any war, to tell you stories of their war days, most of them would not say a word. Cidolfas Orlandu was one of those men. He, if he wanted, could tell stories that would make anyone's hair stand on end, but he chose discretion over vanity. Druksmald Goltana was one of his closest friends, and he was an old war comrade. They were together when he was the leader of the Angel Knights, an independent organization consisting of random knights and mages and such. That was where he was stationed during the Fifty Years War: in the Angel Knights.

He was the leader of his platoon, and it was also where he met his wife Sasha, one of the first female lancers. She was stationed under him. His other troops included Aido Grevados, whom people said was his identical twin, a new recruit called Vormav Tingel who, though young, showed promise, his fiancée, Ursula Cyprine who was an accomplished geomancer, Balbanes Beoulve, a powerful Arc Knight, Louise Durai, Balbanes' fiancée and a strong archer, and Robert Kaishou, a mediator who was about Cid's age. The seven of them got as close as people get when they are together that much. All of them, except for Vormav and Ursula, were about in their thirties. Vormav and Ursula were about ten years younger.

"Yes, we had some good times back then," a familiar voice came to the right of him. Orlandu turned to his old friend Grevados. His 'identical twin'. The man who agreed to be killed so that Orlandu could escape.

"Ah, Grevados my old friend," Orlandu said wistfully. "How are things in Heaven?"

"I'm not in Heaven," Grevados said. "That's part of the reason why I am here. I am here to get you out of this limbo, and for that service, I get to follow you there."

"Well, let's go. Unless something is keeping us," Orlandu said frankly, as is his way. His friend nodded, and Orlandu sighed. "It's never simple, is it old friend?"

Grevados laughed. "No, I suppose not," he laughed. "You remember Sasha of course."

"Yes," Orlandu said. "I married her."

"Yes, I remember," Grevados assured him. "Do you remember what happened to her that one day, September 19, back when we were-"

"Don't ever bring that up," Orlandu said quietly. "Don't ever bring that up."

"But you have to," Grevados said. "There are some major unresolved issues there."

The scene changed to a bleak plateau, where Orlandu and his six Black Sheep Knights faced against Bart Rudvich and a squadron of Chemists and Mediators, there must have been about twenty, but they could handle it. They were, however, the Angel Knights.

"Okay everybody," T.G. Cid commanded. "You know what to do. Attack pattern Omicron." This Orlandu was not old like the one standing back with his old war buddy reliving the battle in Lenalia Plateau. He was young and muscular and had a full head of dark, thick hair.

'Some things change over time,' Orlandu thought with a slight chuckle and running his hand over his mostly bald head.

Back in the battle, T.G. Cid motioned for Louise and Robert to create a distraction from far away. He also led Balbanes and young Vormav to take on the Chemists. Lastly, Grevados and Ursula went after the Mediators because they had a natural ability to avoid the silver tongue of the Mediator. The distraction provided by Louise and Robert worked, and Rudvich motioned for a Chemist and a Mediator to follow him after the two. It was a shame, Orlandu remembered thinking, that they didn't get more to follow. If they did, she might still be alive.

"Ah, ah, ah," Grevados chided. "Watch the battle please. It's both our asses if you don't."

Orlandu looked back painfully as the battle was going quite well. He and his four companions were cutting through the troops like a hot knife through butter. Ursula, always a bit on the dark side, had choked a few to death just for the fun of it. Nevertheless, she was a good warrior and a just, dependable ally. Grevados had hacked through a few himself, but nothing too serious. Vormav, who had some qualms about killing humans, had simply injured and left them weaponless with his Break abilities that came with the knowledge of a Divine Knight. His Save the Queen would go to his son, if he had one worthy of it, after he was too old to fight. Balbanes, ever the hero, had to rush in and save Ursula when she was continuously bombarded with their enemy's bullets. Of course, she didn't need the help, but she let Balbanes play the hero, much like Agrias did with Balbanes' son, Ramza in the present day.

After a few minutes had passed, the battle was short because the unique abilities possessed by the members of the Angel Knights was overwhelming, even for machine weaponry, the five members that fought were confused. The two people running the distraction hadn't come back yet. Orlandu led the others to investigate.

Ursula was an expert tracker, and she managed to follow the trail that Louise and Robert left. Then, the group noticed something strange. Louise had always worn a lavender cape on her back, and had almost never taken it off. Now it was thrown haphazardly on the ground. Orlandu winced as he remembered all he thought was that Louise was just being careless, that she had left it there by mistake. Why he thought that, he did not remember at the time, but her cape was not forgotten, nor was it left strategically. There were signs on the top of the cape that he did not notice at first glance. It was ripped off.

"And we found Robert Kaishou a few hundred feet down the road, next to a tree," Grevados recounted. "Then, the bodies of the Chemist and the Mediator. They had been completely drained of blood. Neither Robert or Louise could do that, so that left only one suspect."

"Rudvich," Orlandu spat. "I remember the way he held a gun to her head."

The scene below reflected Orlandu's memory. Vormav, Orlandu, Balbanes, and Ursula were standing in front of Bart Rudvich, who had a gun to Louise's head. Balbanes pleaded with Rudvich to stop, but he would not hear it. He just wanted bloodshed. So he fired. All that Orlandu could remember was blood everywhere and Balbanes screaming after the trader traitor. So much blood. Far too much for one young woman, especially the mother of three.

Louise's last words to Balbanes were "Take care of the boys." They had three children: Dycedarg, who was nine, baby Zalbag, just born a few months ago and being taken care of by the family nurse, Kira Hyral, and also a third son, one who only the members of the Angel Knights and his caretaker Kira knew about. His name was Olan Beoulve, and he had been kept a secret for three years because of his magic. Balbanes, proud warrior that he was, realized that from a young age that Olan was a mage, and he did not want to raise a fruity magician son.

"And he still didn't want to, even though Olan was one of the only things he had left of Louise," Grevados said. "So he left him to his best friend to take care of, and gave him his mother's maiden name: Durai."

"Olan is my responsibility," Orlandu said thoughtfully. "The only people that knew about this were myself, Balbanes, and I think somehow young Dycedarg found out about it. Sharp as a tack that one, it was a shame that he turned into a Lucavi Demon." Grevados looked surprised.

"Oh yes," Orlandu's old friend realized. "He was the Goat, Adramelk."

"How do you know all this?" Orlandu questioned, always on the lookout for more knowledge.

"When one is dead, one had access to all the knowledge in the world," Grevados replied. "But the drawback is that one cannot use said knowledge except as a warning, and only under special circumstances."

"Like now."

"Yes Cidolfas," Grevados agreed. "And now that you've received your instructions from this mysterious higher power that summoned me from limbo, when you get out of here, your son Olan will be waiting. Tell him two things: that Balbanes was his father, and to go for it."

"Go for what?" Orlandu asked quickly.

"He'll know," Grevados replied knowingly. He was always like that, keeping things from everyone. "Believe me, he'll probably be thinking it when you ask him. Hell, she'll probably even be there."

"Please tell me more," Orlandu said. "I want to learn more about my son."

But Grevados shook his head, and the area glowed white.

A/N: For those of you who don't remember, Grevados was the man who dressed up as Orlandu to be killed by Delita. Orlandu is a rather boring character, being the perfect fighter and all, but I'll try to make him work with the rest of the young whipper-snappers. The next chapter will probably be a little longer because it's about Mustadio and I like him.