A/N: My Christmas present to Fifteen Tails and everyone who has been depressed by the last chapter of Part I: The Legacy of my story. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maplestory

Ch. 3: The Revenant Agent

"He's waking up, Neinheart."

"How are you feeling?"

"What is your name?"

"My head," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"My head," he mumbled again. "That pain."

Phil had no idea what was happening, or even where he was. He barely had the strength to open his eyes, much less move.

"Wh-where am I?" He asked.

"You're in Ereve."

"Wha-where's Ereve?"

He forced himself to open his eyes. Slowly, a face swam into view. It was one that he did not recognize.

"What is your name?"

"M..my name?"

"Yes, your name?"

He stared blankly, then replied "I…I don't remember."

"You don't know your name?"

"No," he replied. Then, on an impulse, he asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Empress Cygnus," the person replied.

"Empress…Cygnus?" He asked weakly. She nodded.

With great difficulty, he finally managed to get up.

"I don't think you've met everyone yet," she smiled. "Follow me."

Empress Cygnus introduced him to the five Chief Cygnus Knights.

"Hello there," said Mihile.

"Same here," replied Hawkeye.

Meanwhile, Oz and Irena were giggling like a bunch of 3rd Graders.

The Agent then looked at the top of the tree, and saw Eckhart sitting there. Half of his face was covered by a mask.

"What's up with him?" The Phil asked Empress Cygnus.

"He's not much of a social person," she replied.

"It's too noisy here," muttered the Night Walker.

"Yup," she said. "That's him."

She turned to look at Phil. "So, maybe we can find a way to get you to remember your name," Cygnus said. "Do you remember what happened before you were brought here?"

"I was brought here?" Asked the Agent.

She nodded. "You were, as it seemed, in a coma for around a month."

"I was?"

"Yes. That is probably the reason for your memory loss. That Wind Archer other there," Empress Cygnus said, pointing to a male Wind Archer who carried a Dragon Shinebow.

The Wind Archer walked over to them. "Were you asking for me?" he asked.

"Yes. This man here doesn't remember what happened when you found him," replied Cygnus, pointing at Phil.

"Hmmm…then how about I tell you what I was doing?" Asked the Wind Archer.

"Okay," replied Phil.

"Alright." Said the Wind Archer. "I was hunting at Leafre when I heard this huge commotion. I decided to check it out. I then saw all these weird looking monsters. Their level didn't look very high, but there sure were enough of them to make you wince. There were two main types that I saw: one kind looked like a person, but was gray, had this sort of antenna coming out of their head, and had these weird eyes that were really big. They also had this sort of uniform. Some had capes. They didn't have much of a face, though."

Gray…thought Phil.

"The second one resembled the octopi that you see at Kerning City. They were purple, but had these weird, transparent helmets or something of that sort. They also carried these weird pistols. I think they had three eyes."

Purple…three eyes…thought Phil.

"Does that remind you of anything?" Asked Empress Cygnus.

"Maybe."

"I also saw these three people, who were dressed differently from you. They seemed kinda weird, because the left you all of a sudden."

Three people…

"Well, maybe you would like to see the rest of Ereve," said Cygnus

"That sounds good." Replied Phil.

"I'll show you around," said the Wind Archer. "Perhaps you would like to see the Knights in training?"

Phil nodded, and they went over to the Ereve hunting grounds.

"Still can't remember your name, huh?" the Wind Archer asked a Phil who seemed to be in deep thought.

"Yeah," replied Phil. "By the way, what's your name?"

"I would rather…not have my name revealed, for now. There was this one time, at Henesys, where there was an attempted killing of some people by what was identified as a Black Magician's Subordinate, and I am the one who thwarted it. 'Reporters' identified me as the 'hero,' but I do not want to have much publicity, for now. It would be too much…"

The two were interrupted by a Noblesse who had just become a Wind Archer that ran past them and shouted to his friends "I'm going to fill up my quiver with arrows!"

"My name is Phil," Phil said out of the blue.

"Fill?" Asked the Wind Archer, puzzled.

"No, Phil, with a p-h." Phil said.

"So you have finally remembered your name."

Phil quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue capsule.

"I've wanted to ask you what that was," said the Wind Archer, pointing at the capsule.

"You took out the contents in my pockets?" Phil asked, slightly shocked.

"No. Actually, the Empress did."

"What!"

"Well, we put them all back."

"What else did you people look at?"

The Wind Archer remained silent.

Phil sighed.

"Well, we wanted to identify who you were," said the Wind Archer at last.

"And you've done a really great job doing it," replied Phil with a slight hint of sarcasm.

"Well, the Empress and our tactician, Neinheart, did do a really good job hospitalizing you. And the Chief Knights, and even the other Knights in training, also lent a helping hand whenever they were needed."

"I guess I should be thankful, then."

-X-

"I'm getting bored," said Brent as he paced around the general area of the Omega Sector. "There's nothing to do."

"Oh? In what way?" asked Agent Marco.

Brent looked at him. "The Aliens are too weak. The monsters in Eos Tower are too weak. And I've already fought all the monsters in the Clock tower, upper and lower."

"Why not fight Papulatus?" Suggested Marco.

"Been there, done that," Said Brent. "With the other four."

"Then how about swimming a couple laps around the island of the Omega Sector?"

"With all this equipment?" Asked Brent.

"You're going to need it," replied Marco, lifting his hand. Brent sighed. "You could probably just jump into the water right now, you know. After all, the Agent Suit is waterproof."

"Oh, alright. I just hope I don't drown," muttered Brent.

"Here," said Marco, handing Brent an Omega Sector Warp Capsule. "If you feel like you're going to drown, use this."

Brent hesitated for a moment, and then grabbed the capsule. He leapt into the water with a loud splash.

"Do you know how to dance ballet?" Agent Marco asked Evelyne and Celina, mostly to Evelyne.

"Why would I learn to dance ballet?" asked Evelyne.

"What's ballet got to do with all this?" Asked Celina.

"Well, ballet requires great dexterity, control, balance, and other things that would greatly enhance a Thief's abilities in fighting, stealth, movements, and the like."

"I've got to learn ballet?" whined Evelyne.

"Do you want to?"

-X-

Phil took out the Omega Sector Warp Capsule again and stared at it blankly.

"Can you remember what that is?" Asked the Wind Archer.

Phil shook his head. He then examined it from all sides, but still could not remember.

"Did I have anything else with me when you found me?" Phil suddenly asked.

"Yeah."

"Where is it?"

"It's inside this sort of safe," said the Wind Archer, who was already motioning for Phil to follow him. "You think it will help you remember who you are?"

"I think it should," replied Phil.

"Well, the biggest thing you had looked like a hi-tech Jackal, one weapon that the Gunslingers use," said the Wind Archer when they got there. "Here, let me get it…"

"Anything else?"

"There was this kind of pistol that shot Holy Arrows or something. Oh, and there's this sword with all these decorations on it."

"Let me see," Phil said.

"Hey Neinheart, can Phil have the stuff that I told you that he had with him when I found him?" asked the Wind Archer.

"Sure," replied Neinheart. "So you name is Phil, eh?" he asked as he straightened his monocle. He went and got the equipment, but returned with more than just two weapons.

He handed the sword, Laser Rifle and Laser Pistol to him, and also gave him the sunglasses, Receivers, gloves, and watch.

"You were also wearing these things," said Neinheart, referring to the watch, sunglasses, gloves, and Receivers. "These sunglasses seem to do a lot more than block sunlight, but we aren't sure what. These things with the antenna and microphone, we're not sure what it does exactly. And these gloves don't seem like any ordinary pair of gloves, either."

Phil put on the gloves. They felt so familiar, and fit like he had worn them for years. Maybe he did…

He looked at the Receivers and held them in his hands. He turned them around. A memory began to come back…he was in front of a huge building… but it was still vague; too vague to put finger on it.

He gave back the Receivers and took the pistol. He fired it at the ground as a beam of light shot out of it and burned a blade of grass.

"See," said the Wind Archer. "That thing shoots Holy Arrows."

"It's a laser," Phil said. He didn't why he had said that. He just knew, for some reason.

"A laser?" Asked the Wind Archer. He seemed confused.

"Give me the oversized weapon," Phil said. Neinheart handed it to him.

"Be careful," said Neinheart. "That thing seems pretty powerful. And dangerous."

Phil nodded. He then aimed upwards, at a forty-five degrees angle, and pressed a trigger a few times.

"That thing shoots Holy Arrows, too," said the Wind Archer.

"Those aren't Holy Arrows," said Phil.

"Then what are they?"

"Something a lot more powerful. And lethal."

"What if I'm a criminal," Phil suddenly said. "What if I'm, like, employed by and am a member of the Black Wing? I mean, I'm dressed completely in black. And the weapons I have seemed to be more powerful than ordinary ones."

"Do you feel like a criminal?" asked the Wind Archer.

"No, but…"

"I don't think the Black Wing would use light and Holy Arrows, or the so called 'lasers,'" the Wind Archer chuckled. "Besides, you don't look at all like a necromancer. And there didn't seem to be any necromancy at all when there were those alien monsters…"

"They're aliens," Phil quickly cut in. "I was fighting aliens. There were launching an invasion; they were attempting to kill the five priests of Leafre."

"So that's what was happening," muttered the Wind Archer. "Everything is starting to make a lot more sense." Then, on an impulse, the Wind Archer asked "What about the sword?"

"I don't remember fighting with it much," replied Phil.

"Oh, c'mon. If it's in your possession, you must have used at one time or another. Hey, I got an idea. Neinheart!"

"Yes?" He asked and came over.

"Can Phil here have a friendly duel with Mikhail? A competition might refresh his memory," he asked Neinheart.

"Sure, if Mikhail agrees. Mikhail!"

"Uhm, I don't think that would be a good idea…" said Phil, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Neinheart?" Mikhail asked as he hopped off the tree.

"Phil would like to have a friendly duel with you. It is possible that it might refresh his memory, like maybe by using a couple skills or tactics, could remind him of events or what not."

"Alright." Mikhail turned to Phil. "I'll go easy on you at first. Ready?"

"Uhm, okay," said Phil as he took the sword.

"On my mark," said Neinheart. "Three… Two… One…GO!"

Mikhail swung his sword, almost casually, at Phil. Phil blocked it with ease.

The two just stood there, in the position of the two blades touching, not knowing what to do.

"Your turn to attack," said Mikhail.

"Uhm, how?"

"Just use the best skill you know."

Phil racked his brain for whatever skill he knew. Anything that he could remember. Almost involuntary, he shouted "Intrepid Slash!"

Mikhail managed to block all three strikes, for he was prepared; however, it was a bit more than he had expected.

Finally, a full out "friendly duel" commenced.

"Combo Charge, Panic!" commanded Mikhail.

"Lightning Charge, Charged Blow!" Phil countered. Phil didn't know why he used those skills. There were almost unconscious acts.

The two swords slammed against each other, the attacks creating an explosion. As soon as the smoke dissipated, Mikhail commanded "Combo Charge, Coma!"

"Dark Impale!" Commanded Phil. For some reason, his sword was no longer a sword—it was a spear now. The two attacks canceled each other's out.

"What the—you know the skills of the other paths off the Warrior."

"I do?" asked Phil, just as surprised as Mikhail, and noticing that he was now holding a spear.

"Continue?" asked Mikhail.

"Uhm, sure," said Phil

The duel continued. "Soul Charge, Soul Driver!"

"Serenity!" Phil countered. A protective shield, similar to that of Divine Shield—but evidently much stronger—appeared around Phil, blocking all four strikes. Phil had no idea when he learned that skill—he knew that he knew it, but didn't know why.

What kind of skill is Serenity? thought Mikhail.

With the Lightning Charge still intact and the sword pointed straight at Mikhail, Phil roared "Charged Blast!" A discharge of energy burst from Phil's weapon, and blew Mikhail away. Phil could barely believe the immensity of the attack. He suddenly felt very tired from using the skill. He looked over at Mikhail. Fortunately, he didn't seem to be very hurt.

Near the middle of the fight, the rest of the Chief Knights, who were still on the tree—even Eckhart, who usually didn't pay much attention to such things—had turned to look.

"Some 'friendly duel!" coughed Mikhail as Phil went over and helped him up. "Who am I fighting against, anyway?" he said, partly to Phil, partly to the Wind Archer, partly to Neinheart, and partly to himself.

"Wow," said the Wind Archer. "What you just did was…amazing."

"I'm surprised at myself, too." replied Phil weakly. Who am I, anyway? Every attack, block, counterattack, that Phil did was actually instinctive; nothing was voluntary or thought through.

"Your weapon seemed to transform in the middle of the fight, and back again." said the Wind Archer. "Plus, you could use a Hero's, a Paladin's, and a Dark Knight's skills, too. And your sword, it seems, turned into a spear when you used Dark Impale. And I've never heard of Serenity or Charged Blast."

-X-

"I'm so ridiculously tired," Brent muttered when he got back from the laps, lying on his back, cold and wet. "I can't move another atomic mass unit."

"You just did," replied Marco.

"Huh?"

"By moving your lips," said Marco.

"Whatever," said Brent.

-X-

Phil looked at his watch and pressed some of the buttons. Some holograms appeared.

"Wow," said Neinheart. "I never imagined such a small watch could do so many things.

"I still can't remember everything," said Phil.

"I'm sure you will, in time."

"I don't know," said Phil. He tapped his feet together, and the cleats popped out.

"Huh?" said Phil, looking downwards. He tapped his feet together again, and the cleats retracted.

Retractable cleats…

"Does that mean anything to you?" asked Neinheart, who was just as surprised as Phil.

Phil remained staring down at the ground. Suddenly, everything seemed to come back to him at once.

I'm an Agent…the Omega Sector…Agent Marco…the alien invasion at Leafre…Brent, Evelyne, and Celina…Robinson…

Everything that had happened before flashed pass his eyes.

"I'm an Agent," Phil said.

"Huh?" Asked Empress Cygnus.

"Uh, forget what I just said," said Phil.

"But does that have anything to do with you?" Asked Cygnus.

"Uh…sort of."

He explained his current situation to Neinheart, Empress Cygnus, the Wind Archer, and the five Chief Knights while disclosing as little information as possible; he then took out another item, which they had also wondered about, and gave it to them.

"This is a pager," said Phil. "I was supposed to give it to someone else, but I will give it to you."

"Well, maybe you should give it to the other person," replied Cygnus.

Phil shook his head. "They already have what they need," He handed it to Empress Cygnus. "Anytime that you need me, call me with it—an alert will be sent to my watch."

"Why, thank you…I don't know what to say…" said Cygnus as she took the pager.

"We are very thankful…" said Neinheart.

"My thanks to you knows no bounds," replied Phil. "If it wasn't for you people, I may not even be standing right now." He then took out the small blue capsule.

"Have you figured out what that is?" asked the Wind Archer.

"Yes. It will take me back to my HQ. I have no doubts that the people there are worried sick about my disappearance. Farewell." He pushed the button, and he disappeared in a flash.

-X-

"This feels dumb," muttered Evelyne as she began standing on her tippy-toes and leapt from place to place.

"But don't Thieves need this kind of dexterity and nimbleness?" asked Agent Marco.

"Yeah, but not this way…"said Evelyne. She suddenly stopped. "I'm getting tired," whined Evelyne. "Probably more tired than Brent over there," she said, pointing at him.

Just then, the impossible happened: Phil walked into the Omega Sector, alive and real.

"OH MY GOD!" screamed Evelyne. She suddenly stopped everything she was currently doing and Flash Jumped to him.

Brent, also shocked, immediately got up and ran towards Phil.

"So much for not being able to move another atomic mass unit," muttered Agent Marco.

"Well, I had my doubts," Celina said to Marco.

"Sure…" said Marco barely glancing at her.

"You're alive, Philly!" squealed Evelyne, hugging Phil so hard that he was sure he was going to cramps that would last at least a year.

"Yeah, I'm…alive…" Phil managed to stutter. "And can…you please…stop calling…me…Philly?"

"Okay, Philly," she said, embracing him even harder. Finally, she let go. Phil sighed, partly relieved, and partly for his own thoughts. He supposed he could get used to the nickname "Philly," as long as nobody else called him that.

"Hey, buddy," said Brent, who shook hands with him and gave each other a bear hug, and patted each other on the back. "Looks like you didn't die after all."

"Did you think that I really did die?" Asked Phil, grinning.

Phil walked over to Agent Marco. "Did you get the Omega Sector Secret Documents back?" he asked.

"Yup," replied Marco. He produced three sophisticated looking documents, seemingly out of thin air.

-X-

"So, where did you put the Omega Sector Secret Documents that the so called 'gullible Human' stole for and gave to you?" A Chief Gray asked Alien Gray.

"I put it here, in this impregnable safe," replied the satisfied Alien Gray. "I call it impregnable, because no Human could possibly break it—nope, not even in a million years."

"Show me," said the Chief Gray.

"Follow me," replied Alien Gray. They went over to the so called safe. After going through some process of opening it, he opened it, back to the safe, waiting for praise from the Chief Gray.

"There's nothing in there!" roared the Chief Gray.

Alien Gray spun around and put a hand inside, then his entire head into it, searching the safe, every nook and cranny. There really wasn't anything inside, though Alien Gray could barely believe it.

-X-

"The safe was actually a lot easier to open than I thought," said Agent Marco. "There wasn't as much security as predicted, either."

"I guess it was a really good time to pick, when so many of them were away at another location a couple miles away," replied Phil.

Steven and Josh came over. "So you're the 'so-called' Phil," said Steven shaking hands with him.

"Nice to meet you," said Josh, who also shook hands with Phil.

"Nice to meet you, too," said Phil.

Phil looked around, and saw that all five—the three he new and the two newcomers—all wore uniforms like himself.

"So," said Phil. "What has Marco been teaching you these days?"

"Ballet," said Evelyne, in a slightly whining tone.

"Ballet?" Asked Phil. He looked at Marco.

"Well, she's a Rogue, and Rogue's need stealth, dexterity, swiftness, and gracefulness."

"Why do I have to be graceful?" Evelyne asked.

"You never taught me ballet," said Phil to Marco.

"Then why do I have to learn it if he never had to learn it?" pouted Evelyne.

"Because you're not him," replied Marco in an exact tone.

Evelyne crossed her arms. "Why do I have to do all this hard work?" she asked.

"I believe that Phil has done a lot more work than you," replied Marco. Evelyne frowned.

"The path to become an Agent is not an easy one. Phil knows a lot about it already," said Marco, turning to Phil. "Would you care to tell it to them?" Brent, Celina, Josh, and Steven had also come over and were surrounding Phil.

"Uh, maybe not right now. There are a few things that I still need to get cleared up. Actually, I'm not too sure about how I learned all my skills; I may not be able to tell much replied. I've lost a lot of my memory, it seems," replied Phil.

Marco nodded. "Very well. I guess we all need a rest from all this."


I will get my revenge, thought Alien Gray.