Author's notes: Okay thanks for the three reviews. People, I know I may sound stupid but could someone PLEASE give me the EXACT definition of a Mary/Gary Stu? From what I know it's a character that strays horrible far from the storyline. If I knew what they are I'll avoid it all all costs.

New Characters

Name - Rex

Age - 24

Class - Hero

Weapon of choice - He can wield axes as well as swords, but prefers swords.

Background - A Bern soldier-for-hire, has two older sisters who are twins and a younger sister, fights to support his family since his parents died

Name: Ashe

Gender: Female

Class: Mercenary

Age: 25

Description: A Nabatan(or wherever) mercenary with a rough fighting style and an even rougher temper. Can't stand idiots, inexperienced fighters, or anyone who can't hold their own in a fight. Prefers to fight alone and doesn't like to depend on anyone. Nickname: Twister.

We'll be seeing some old legend here too.

Athos sat back relaxing. He was sitting in something called a Lazy-Boy. There was a strange box with colors and pictures in it was called a television. Yup Heaven didn't know time nor space. There were people whom had died years before Athos and other whom had died sometime after him. He particularly enjoyed his daily arguments with a man named Albert Eienstien. He also chatted with Brammimond, Elimine and some guy named Jesus. He was rather happy here, forgetting the wars and battles and just relaxing.

So when he was told that a girl had arrived from his old world he was shocked. To get here the either needed to be heroes of great proportion or the only ones able to stop a great evil. Then again you could just slip the guard a cookie but cookies were hard to find these days. In fact Athos had lost the last of his in last Thursday's poker game. In any case he donned his old Arch sage robes and went out to meet the girl.

The girl was dressed in an elegant robe of St. Elimine. She had pink hair and reminded him of a young cleric named Serra. But that couldn't be possible...could it? "Hello, my name is Athos. Welcome to the afterlife." The girls reaction was normal, she fainted. Athos sighed, this could take a while.

Sera woke up on a soft bed. She rubbed her head as though someone had hit her. "Where am I?"

"Your in the afterlife child."

"So I'm dead?" Sera looked at Athos "What was your name again?"

"My name is Athos child" The old man smiled at her happily "And yes your dead"

"But then where is my Father? Where is Pyrio, Syra and Norse! Why aren't they here!"

"Child this place is for great heroes and those who must be returned to the world of the living to make great change."

"What do you mean?" Sera looks at Athos confused.

"He means my daughter that you are to be returned to the world of the living." a beautiful woman with long blond hair walked into the room. "Though it will be in a different place and different time and you will be a different person."

"St..st..St Elimine?" Sera's eyes opened even wider.

"The very same."

"And your..Athos? As in Arch sage Athos?"

"Yes I am. But lets get down to business. You will be returned to the world of the living in the time of Lord Uther."

"You mean I will get to meet Lord Hector?" Sera asked excitedly.

"Yes but your memory will be changed. You will Become the leader of a mercenary band when you are returned. I will bring your friends back as well. Learn well the lessons that must be learned child. For it is there you will learn half of what you need to know. Now sleep. When you awake everything will make sense. Sleeep...sleeeep."

Sear closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

St. Elimine looked at Athos slightly confused. "You realize that you could have just told her that she has too seal one half of the Dark."

"A yes..but that would have been to easy. Well it's poker tonight. You coming?"

"Sure..." She turned back to the sleeping child. I fear things will be difficult for you Sera. But I'm sure you will prevail.

TIME PHASE

Sera woke up from her sleep. Exiting her tent she looked out over her mercenary camp. The mercenary were up already and cooking. She walked over to one of the fires where a young man was sitting. "Good morning Rex."

Rex looked up at the young troop leader. "Yes...a fine morning it is." He took a small roasting fork from the fire and removed the three slightly burnt sausages from it. He put the food on a plate that already had some cheese and bread on it. "You best grab some breakfast. The bandit force that we are facing today is very strong. "

"Heh well thats why we get paid." Sera smiled at Rex and went too the mess tent to grab some breakfast. She heard shouting as she approached the Mess tent.

"Stupid girl! Why did you go have to go and drop that on my foot?"

"I'm sorry Ashe! I just tripped that's all"

Sera entered the mess tent and sighed. Syra and Ashe were at it again. Ashe, even though she was an excellent sword woman, a tad reckless though, she had a temper that would frighten off an army of nobles. Syra was equally as skilled, a tad more graceful, but she was very disordered in the morning. When the tow clashed it was best to run for the hills. She stepped in between the two before Syra's ire could be raised.

"Come on you two if you have that much energy save it for the upcoming battle." Sera smiled at the two older women.

Ashe grunted. "Fine we shall see who is the better on the battle field." She left the mess tent in a huff.

Syra shook her head, the long blue hair of her ponytail whipping from side to side. "Fine..Sera I'm going to go wake my oaf of a brother."

"No need oh demonic sister of mine" A young man with red hair walks into the tent "For as you see I am up." The man grabs a plate of bread, cheese and cold sausage. He makes a face at it. "This all?"

"Yes Pyrio now eat it" Syra says around a mouth full of bread. She swallows. "So boss lady who is it we are supposed to be fighting?"

"A band of traitors. They are led by a Sacean named Lyndis. She is a girl claiming to be the heir of to the Calien throne. We are to apprehend her and kill her is need be." Sera sighed. She hated doing this but a job was a job.

Syra nodded. "We still need more members .Not counting our tactician Norse we only have five fighters."

"We'll manage" Sera grabs a slice of cheese and eats it. "We'll manage"