Author's Note One: Well then, here you are again, thanks for reading. For you new people, thanks for picking up this story, even if it seems like one of THOSE sorts of stories… you know… the abandoned ones.

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Chapter Three

Assimilated

The room was exactly the way Fayt had left it earlier; plain, bland, and not life threatening in the least. It was rather calming truth be told. The grey slate stone walls, the mouse he noted out of the corner of his left eye, the single ruffled bed he had first awoken on and now stood before. He wanted to collapse back onto it and just relax after the hour or two of insanity he'd just been through. However, there was something impeding his descent into the sleep… the blood on his clothing. Luckily, it hadn't gotten on his pants that badly… mainly the coat and a bit on the shirt. Removing the coat came first; he gently laid it out on the bed next to his own so as not to get the mostly dried blood on it… not that anyone would be using it again anytime soon.

The shirt, he passed off as fine, the few spec's that had been present were dried stains here and there on the face. With that complete he collapsed face first onto the soft feathered and who knew what else bed. It was sooo comfortable, his body crunched up into a ball as his eyes immediately began to close, and he fell into a deep slumber.

Dark grey fog swirled through the black expanse laid out all around him while a single beam of light shone down onto him. Was this a dream? Did other people dream like this… or was he the only one. From what he 'thought' they should be like… dreams should be fun things… this thing was just… odd.

Screams and laughter echoed through the fog around him startling him and making his hand reach for a sword he did not have. The feeling had seemed instinctual, and as the voices died down he stared at the offending hand in a confused manor.

'What?' he heard his own voice question, but not by his volition.

An image solidified in the swirling mass of darkness of a smiling woman with blood tingeing her lips and running down her chin. The smile was happy, but full of pain at the same time. "Why… Fayt… Wh…y," her voice was weak, and barely above a whisper.

Fear took root deep inside of him as he tried to move over to her. The figure with long snow white hair crouched above her body tensed before he spoke. 'NO! YOU DON'T GET TO BLAME THIS ON ME! YOU DIDN'T LEAVE ME ANY CHOICE!' his own voice echoed from the figures lips in emotional anguish.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried his best to run over to the dying woman's side. However, as his first step was taken, the image swirled away into the grey fog and blackness; then was gone.

The light that had been centered solely on him erupted casting its rays out into a wide expanse, illuminating a large hill with a single massive tree atop it. Two boys that couldn't have been older than ten were at its peak running around and laughing while playing some game he couldn't begin to fathom. Fayt's mind was a blur of confusion as his body moved by itself. His gait was slow, as if he had all the time in the world to make it to the top. The person beside him giggled lightly, and though he couldn't turn to see who or what it was… joy was the only feeling pressing down on him here.

"Wake up, Boy," an elderly voice that felt… off compared to everything else, echoed throughout the air. The hand gripping his own tightened to a painful degree, and as he turned to finally face the person everything around him vanished back into the hazy, foggy, blackness.

"Boy, wake up." An elderly woman's voice broke the snow haired teen from the slumber he'd been both terrified of and enjoying. A dream? One of those 'nightmares' perhaps? He could not be sure, but the elderly blonde woman hovering not far from his face with wide blue eyes staring at him seemed real enough. It was Mrs. Phaidra.

"Hello, Mrs. Phaidra," Fayt replied to her wakeup call with a smile as he sat backwards and then up so as not to hit her head with his own. With a yawn and a light stretching of his hands over his head he glanced around. How long had he been asleep?

"Good, we should be leaving soon," the old lady stated as she moved away from the bed with her cane.

Fear sprouted in his chest at the thought of leaving the only place he had yet come to know… While it was most certainly not home, being outside in a world full of who knew what seemed all the worse than being here where it was… mostly safe. "Wh…What? Why are we leaving?" He queried.

"I don't live here at the temple. I need someone to escort me home." The woman said like it should have been obvious to him. "You want an old woman who has trouble walking to take a few hour trek back to her home alone on a dangerous road?"

"Well, no… I mean, I just thought that…" He stuttered out, while trying to put what he was feeling into the appropriate phrase he was seeking.

"Ho ho ho, you won't learn anything about yourself by staying in this stuffy old temple. You need to get out and explore the world." The woman said as she came to a stop next to the bed beside him. "And for that, you will need the remainder of your things back I should think." She finished with a motion of her hand to the items laid out on the bed. Violet eyes widened greatly at the sight of gleaming metal, worn leather, and odd cloth. He owned all of that?

After slowly making his way to his feet and straightening the ruffled shirt, the snow haired teen took the few steps it took to get to the opposite bed. "When the priest's found you laid out on the beach you were supposedly a poor sight to behold. 'Like a drowned cat', I believe was their phrasing."

D... Drowned cat... With a defeated face Fayt looked over the assorted items with his hands and eyes. The sword was long and curved with a light bluish tinge to the metal, its name skimmed the edge of his mind before dispersing from whence it had come. After sheathing the blade into the black leather covered scabbard he set it on the bed and picked up a long knife made from the same material then quickly set it back down.

"Take your time. Perhaps you'll remember something by looking through them. I'll be getting ready in the other room. Come see me when you're finished, but we should leave soon if we're going to make it back to Iselia today." The old woman stated before slowly making her way from the room with the assistance from her cane.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied and glanced back down to the assorted items. With a light sigh he set about getting ready. The sword and Knife were strapped on with the belt. A strange bracelet made from the same material with two holes in it. There was a well worn engraving inside that made his throat clench when he traced his hand along it. 'C.S.' and 'F. was here'... an odd accessory, there had to be a story behind it... but the only thing coming to him was a lonely feeling. The fit was a bit loose, but he slipped it onto his left wrist and continued.

A long strip of black cloth... it was a bandana, he had a feeling. Sewn into the back of the cloth were two lines in crimson. 'Stay Strong Fayt' was the top line, and 'You're Friends Are Always With You' was below it. The threads were worn down rather badly, but none of them had started to fray or come out. A single steel bracer made with intricate engravings. It was darker than the bracelet, sword, and dagger. It also didn't hold the same bluish tinge to it. He quickly placed it over his right forearm where it felt right and continued.

It went on from there to three rings; one of them was gold and the other two silver. Each of the three had four gems each set into them around their circumference; red in the gold and green in the two silvers. Each of them felt like he should know something about them. A second belt, this one made of black leather had holes in the center every inch all the way around, and finally, a pouch of other miscellaneous coins, small rocks, gems, or jewelry. Each one of them seemed to have meaning... but he couldn't wrap his mind, or more specifically his memory, around any of it.

With a sigh he set the leather straps of the pouch into the holes of the black belt behind him, picked up the blue jacket-coat he'd been given, then turned and headed to the door. When he put the coat on before leaving the room he noted that the blood stains were completely gone... perhaps Mrs. Phaidra had managed to clean it some.

"Mrs. Phaidra, I'm all ready to go!" He stated loudly as he stepped out of the door and looked both ways down the hallway.

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The walk back was very quiet. Mrs. Phaidra had said before they left the temple that talking could attract local monsters that would otherwise have never noticed their presence. It made sense, though he wondered what sort of monsters they could be. A giant ghostly bear, or wolves with a scar over one eye perhaps? Maybe even a tiny green clothes wearing man with a knife? A multitude of flying vampire squirrels?

The three hour trek was easy enough for him, perhaps he was rather fit. His feet didn't even hurt, was he used to traveling? A wandering swordsman? A merchant of some sort? Gahh! Stupid memories! The town they were walking into was small and seemed rural. The roof's of the houses were all wooden slat shingles painted in various faded colors, and the houses were all made of cut timber. The windows were made of glass, but it was imperfect and clouded.

The villagers were wandering around doing odd jobs, from gardening, to the field work, picking in the orchards, and… who knew what else that he couldn't see just yet. "This way boy," Mrs. Phaidra stated and he complied silently with her instructions. They had turned left and headed down one of the lanes leading to more houses.

Mrs. Phaidra stopped and greeted several of the villagers on the way, all of who were overjoyed at the success of Collette receiving the Oracle. The only thing Fayt could figure that to be was the winged guy and that crystal… unless he had missed something thus far. They had also mentioned 'The Tower of Salvation' on numerous occasions. "Come inside boy," Mrs. Phaidra instructed before they walked through a gate and up a small flight of stairs to the door of a house.

He nodded and complied once more. "You have my thanks sir," a male voice drifted through the open door. When he stepped through he took note of his surroundings. A number of people had gathered around a table sitting in the middle of the well kept wooden home. Various pottery and ornaments were located on shelves around the room, but his eyes homed in on the bookshelf sitting next to an open shuttered window. An unnatural urge settled over him, a desire to examine them, but that would be rude, so he beat it back and stood his ground behind the older woman he had followed inside.

The man that had spoken as they entered was older, with a head of mostly grey hair, though there were spots of black still present here and there. Then there was a blonde man sitting at the end of the table, perhaps Collette's Father? … no, wait, that winged guy was Collette's father. Mr. Purple sat across the table nearest the door, and closer to the older grey haired man.

"Phaidra," the man at the end of the table said respectfully and made his way to his feet then towards the pair. "You've arrived. We were waiting for you. Let me help you, you must be tired after your journey."

"I'm old, not dead boy." The woman said and shooed him away. "Get a glass of water for me and our new guest." The blonde who may or may not be Collette's father shifted his gaze to Fayt who nodded his head in a light bow and smiled back.

"Hello Sir."

"Please take a seat," the man said as he motioned to the chair next the Kratos then turned and headed to perform the task that Mrs. Phaidra had given him. The auburn haired swordsman watched him for a moment before turning his attention back to whatever had been happening before they walked in.

"Would you be interested in the job of guarding Collette throughout the journey?" The grey haired man questioned. "We could pay you whatever you're asking."

Fayt listened to the pairs back and forth as he sat down in his designated place. Mrs. Phaidra moved to the opposite side of the table and took her seat slowly. It wasn't long before his cup of water was brought over and he gulped it down. Perhaps he was more parched than he had at first thought. They had only stopped once at a stream to drink on the way here. Reminder – carry a canteen, whatever that was; some sort of liquid carrying device perhaps?

Collette came down the stairs a few moments later and drew his eyes from the empty cup. She smiled and waved, and he waved back in silence. "We don't want Collette to fail." He caught the tail end of the grey haired man's sentence, the Mayor as he had heard.

"Fail?" He questioned aloud drawing the unnerving gaze of everyone in the room.

Collette spoke up next in a rather sad tone. "Yes, the Chosen before me failed in her journey to regenerate the world."

"What exactly is the Journey of World regeneration?" The snow haired teen questioned with curiosity laced through his voice.

"Phaidra, who is this boy?" The elderly grey haired man asked while ignoring his question all together.

"This is Fayt, he appeared near the temple rather suddenly a few days before today. We were taking care of him there before he woke up. He has amnesia." The woman stated plainly enough. It felt odd to hear his entire life's story… well, as of the moment anyways, told so easily like that.

"I see," The Mayor stated while stroking at his chin.

"Without knowing anything he protected me and the temple from the Desian's until the mercenary arrived."

"It was just repaying a debt of gratitude though," Fayt stated before weakly laughing and rubbing the back of his head.

"He was really good," Collette interjected with a nod of approval.

"Hohohoho, indeed he was, I was thinking of sending him along with Collette actually." Phaidra spoke again drawing the gaze of everyone in the room. Some in shock, Collette in happiness, and one person in confusion… Fayt. "You'll need to journey around the world, there's no telling where you're from since you washed up on the shore north of the village. You could have fallen from a passing ship."

"I'm not sure it's a good idea," Kratos said while still staring at him. It was more than a bit unnerving to have those hazel eyes focused solely onto him like that. "He may drag us down, and I will not be able to watch over him and the Chosen at the same time."

"Ho ho ho ho, just consider him an extra charge to help out then. I'm sure he'll be useful in some way." The woman stated while taking a sip of the water before her.

"I see," the mercenary said while STILL gazing at him. "I will want to gauge him for myself before we leave."

"I understand completely. I'm sure the boy will meet your expectations." The elder woman volunteered him for whatever this test may be with a smile.

"Are you sure that's a good idea Phaidra?" The Mayor hesitantly questioned the woman's decision.

"Janus," the blonde female said in a low tone while looking at the grey haired man. A shiver ran up Fayt's spine out of nowhere and he found himself gulping.

"I…" The man began then paused as if in thought… or fear of the elderly woman. "Understood then; I will not question your decision on this Phaidra." The mayor stated as the door behind Fayt opened and drew his gaze from the gathering around him for a moment. It was the red boy and the munchkin from earlier in the day at the temple that walked into the house. "Then we shall entrust the protection of the Chosen to Raine as was planned from before, plus The Mercenary Kratos, and the boy Fayt pending Kratos' agreement."

"I have no objections." The auburn haired swordsman said after FINALLY looking away from Fayt and back to the Mayor.

Collette turned back to face him with a smile then her face lit up excitedly as she took note of the new arrivals. "Thank you so much for your help earlier, Lloyd and Genis." The girl said happily.

"Ohh, you're finally back. Thank you for your help earlier boys." The elderly woman said as she too smiled at the pair. "Here, a small thanks for your help. Put it too good use." She finished as she fished around in her bag before bringing out a small… something in a package.

Lloyd had walked around the table and met, the by then standing, Phaidra and took the offered item. Without opening it he handed it to Genis. The pair said their thanks to the elderly woman as she hobbled back to her seat with the help of her cane. "You were just talking about the Journey of World Regeneration, right?" Lloyd questioned bringing up that thing everyone seemed to know about but Fayt. Something he was apparently going to be participating in. Something that was apparently dangerous enough to kill the last Chosen. If Mrs. Phaidra was right then the more he traveled around this world the more likely he was to remember things, or probably run into someone who knew him. However, it felt like he was signing up for something far longer and more complicated than it appeared.

"We were," the Mayor replied.

"WOW!" Lloyd exclaimed excitedly, the enthusiasm was quite evident in his body language. "I wanna go too! I want to see Collette regenerate the world!"

"If my sister's going then I want to go as well," Genis explained. His sister had to be that Raine person then since the Mayor had only mentioned three names.

"No, you two will only get in the way," Kratos said as he turned to look at the two other teens.

"Wh- what!?"Lloyd questioned with a bit of anger showing through his confusion.

"The fights from here forth will be much harder than what you faced at the Chapel or anywhere so far. Children need to stay home." Kratos said in a calm manner to the obviously put off Lloyd.

"Kratos is absolutely right boys." The mayor said in a stern tone that brooked no argument. "We have things to discuss still, you two should go on home now." The brunet's right hand gripped tightly as he fought back a rebuke, then nodded, turned around, and left through the door that the pair had so recently walked through. Genis looked around for a moment then followed after him.

Collette was on her feet a few seconds later running after them. "Please wait!" was heard just as the door shut behind the blonde girl.

Mrs. Phaidra sighed and shook her head. "I apologize on their behalf Mr. Aurion,"

"There is no need. They merely wished to accompany those they are close to," the mercenary stated with a nod of his head.

Fayt supposed he was stuck here through all the little details of their journey. He may or may not be taking part in it after all. They were to hash out most things after the arrival of one Raine Sage, the elder sister to the munchkin... err, Genis Sage. The two of them were of the pointy eared race... the full blooded one anyways, elves. Collette walked back inside a few moments later and served everyone some water upon Mrs. Phaidra's instructions. The snow haired teen managed to keep himself from gulping it all down in one go this time and it wasn't long, with Kratos, Mrs. Phaidra, and the Mayor talking before the Elf they were waiting on walked through the door.

"Ahh, Raine, you're here. I was starting to get worried you had lost your way from the temple." The Elderly gray haired Mayor said to the woman who walked in slowly and closed the door behind her.

"I did not get lost! The Trail was just… different than I remember." The woman, Raine stated in a very sure of herself way, then ponderously whispered something that no one could hear. Fayt stared... and stared as the woman made her way around the table. he was captivated by her on sight, her slow and steady gait, the way her hair swayed lightly as she moved. Her Cerulean eyes that matched her silver and lightly shining hair so well it was astonishing. Her clothing reflected a mature, yet not quite old soul... or perhaps that was all in Fayt's mind?

The woman took notice of him and inclined her head. He blushed slightly and inclined his head in return. "I'm Fayt,"he stated.

"Raine Sage," the woman said before looking around the room. Ohh, right what was he thinking?

"Would you like to sit here? I can stand up!" he questioned then stated rather embarrassedly.

"Thank you." The young elf woman replied with a smile and took him up on his offer. The violet eyed teen moved over and stood against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Mrs. Sage, Fayt here will be accompanying you along with this mercenary, Mr. Aurion on the Journey of World Regeneration." The elderly mayor stated the decision that had been reached without her around.

"Then I suppose Collette and I are in your care." The young woman stated while looking over Mr. Purple then turning her gaze upon him.

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The rest of the meeting consisted of the others in the room going over the particulars of their journey. Their first stop would be Triet and the seal of fire. From there they were to progress to a little port town called Izoold where they would rent a boat ride to Palmacosta. There they would go to the seal of water, then on to the seal of wind, and finally the seal of light. They should be able to access the jumbo tower that one could apparently see from almost all over the world after that.

Fayt had been getting fidgety by the end from all the standing and sitting around. He also had problems keeping his gaze off of Mrs. Sage and concentrating on what was being said; which was why he couldn't remember the names of the other towns. However, in the end, Kratos had been the first to stand up and look his direction. That hazel gaze fell on him and it felt like the man was looking through him, or trying to see inside of him... it was just as unnerving as it sounded in his mind. "It is time to see how useful you will be should we need to fight more than a simple monster," the Mercenary stated then motioned Fayt to the door.

Hahahaha... cou... couldn't they skip this part? He really didn't wanna fight a man who could throw a giant half elf through the air about fifteen foot and put a crater in a STONE wall. His gaze flickered to Mrs. Sage and felt some steel re-enter his spine. He... he could probably look good in front of her if he managed to not get killed or totally humiliated here. He nodded in grim acceptance and moved out the door.

They slowly walked around behind the house, and by 'they' he means EVERYONE in the house followed along and spoke about how they thought things would go. Collette thought both of them would do great... but Fayt felt that if you pressed her to pick a side she would apologize for not being able to do so. Raine's thoughts were logically based, Kratos appeared older and more than likely had more experience. Mrs. Phaidra said that it would probably be closer than the others thought, while she still thought Kratos would win. And finally, the Mayor and Collette's non winged father sided in Mr. Purple's camp… sooo everybody was against him winning.

Personally, he just hoped to survive past the first blow or two. If the mercenary put his all behind an attack it would probably snap Fayt in half. "We'll take it slow at first," the auburn haired man stated as he took out his sword and moved into a fighting stance.

"R... Right," the snow haired teen replied while following suit. The gleaming blue steel sword reflected the dying orange rays of the sun back into the air. That coupled with the foliage of early spring in the background made something in the back of his mind tell him that it was the perfect time for a duel. A slow breath escaped his lips as he tried, and somehow succeeded, in calming both his mind and body. His form, if he was correct in his mental assumption, was based around speed rather than power. If he was going to be able to do anything here, he had to avoid a clash for as long as possible.

"Here I come," The man said then rushed him at a speed Fayt hadn't expected. He barely dodged the downward swing of the man's blade. As he moved to the right his sword switched hands and lashed out at the mercenary, but it was easily blocked and he felt himself pushed back. Dancing away with some odd footwork he moved out of the mercenaries range quickly and resettled into a new stance wary of the man's next move.

"Interesting," Kratos stated before literally jumping back into things. This second attack was a sideward slash aimed at Fayt's midsection. He managed to catch it with his blade and redirected the attack as best he could, however, the strength behind it made him misjudge things a bit and a resounding thrum echoed up the blue-steel and into his arm like a shockwave. The redirected sword danced downward off and away from Fayt who used the momentum to counter attack. His grip faltered from the previous collision, but he managed to hold onto the sword as he struck out with a quick thrust towards Kratos. The man stepped back and to the side just enough to dodge then lashed out once more.

The fight went back and forth like that for a few minutes with Kratos muttering things between their few contact times and he finally called an end to things. The man seemed barely phased at all while Fayt panted lightly and both his right and left appendages THROBBED from the times their swords met. "You are ambidextrous, and can fight with a sword in either hand equally. The fact that you change which hand you use in the middle of a fight is interesting and has the chance of throwing off your opponent. You're footwork is very good, but you hesitate at times with your attacks, defenses, and retreats as if you're unsure of what you're doing." The man re-sheathed the blade at his side and gave a slight nod. "He should be useful enough."

With a sigh Fayt collapsed onto his rear and breathed out in relief. Was he glad to be going with the others, or glad that the test was finally over? He hadn't felt the intent to kill from the man, but there was definitely a pressure pushing down on him the whole time. Mr. Purple was aggressive, but seemed to be holding back… which was understandable if the snow haired teen thought about how he didn't have a broken arm or anything like that. The mercenary had regulated his attacks, and for that, Fayt was quite grateful.

"Mr. Kratos and Fayt, would either of you like some water?" Collette chimed in with her question from off to the side with cups of water.

"Yes, Please." The man stated with another nod.

"Yes, Please." Fayt mimicked in a similar tone with the same small nod of his head, but continued to sit on the ground. Greedily, once again, he gulped down the refreshing substance. When he was done the blonde girl took his empty cup back with a smile. "Thank you," he said happily.

"RAINE!" the voice echoed over from the front of the house drawing the attention of everyone behind it. "RAINE!?" The voice, which sounded like Genis', was frantic about something and Fayt hurried to his feet to follow after the others.

Fayt jogged after them, but turned around when he felt he was missing something. After glancing around the small clearing he saw his sword still on the ground behind him. After gritting his teeth he walked back to get it. The blue blade let off a soft sheen of light as the sun finally dipped down behind the trees and stars flooded the sky en masse. A great sphere took up a large portion of the sky and he found himself staring up at it in awe. How was it hanging up there like that he wondered… but realized he'd been distracted and retrieved the blade at his feet. Brushing his gloved right hand down both sides he cleaned the dirt and other substances from it then sheathed it.

He slowly walked back to the front of the house and found the small gathering was soon to disperse. Their objective was Lloyd's house to say goodbye. He wasn't one to intrude on such a private matter, even if Kratos held no such idea himself. "I should stay behind," He stated his mind on the matter.

Raine nodded in thought, "Our village doesn't have an inn, but you can stay at the school house for the night. It's the large building to your right as soon as you enter the village from the northern side. You should have walked right past it when you arrived earlier today." The silver haired woman stated and pointed back that direction.

"Thank you for your kindness," he stated and bowed his head once again.

"See you later Fayt!" Genis said happily and waved, as did Collette. He waved back and turned in the opposite direction they were headed. He was sooo tired now, and he wanted to take a nice long sleep.

It didn't take him long to arrive, most of the people of the village had already gone home for the day, there were very few that shot him the odd look as he walked by and waved to them. Not all of them seemed happy to see him, some were actually quite leery.

When he arrived, the tall building was dark and eerily quiet, but he wasn't scared of the dark… or not that he was aware of in any case; so he simply walked through the door and into the small hallway. There was only one door leading into what turned out to be a classroom. He could tell what it was as soon as he stepped inside. The chalkboard and the desks were a dead giveaway. He wondered if he ever went to school before. Well… if he knew what the place was then he must have been in one at least once before, right?

Slowly he walked over to one of the desks at random and took a seat staring up at the chalkboard where whoever taught classes instructed the students. It didn't take him long to get bored of looking around and let out a yawn. Blinking a few times he stood up from the desk and took off his two belts. The strange bag he hadn't had time to go through from before caught his eye so he figured now would be as good a time as any to go through the things inside more thoroughly. Maybe he'd even get another clue as to who he was… or remember completely, he could hope at least.

He slowly poured the contents out onto the desk he'd been sitting at and looked them over using the glimmer of the sphere hanging in the sky… the… moon? Was that what it was called? No, he felt it should have a name… but he couldn't recall it so he gave up and continued with his previous task. The assorted items ranged from jewelry… jeez he had a lot of that sort of stuff. Rings, to earrings, then bracelets, and necklaces, even a few chokers, the list devolved on from there. It was a bit creepy actually, why would he need that much? There were coins of various types mixed in as well, gold, silver, copper, bronze, all with different faces, words, and other such things imprinted onto them. Finally, there was an object wrapped tightly inside of a strange cloth that felt odd to touch. 'Water proof' leapt to his mind unbidden and he shrugged then began to unfold the three tightly wrapped layers that had it enshrouded.

It was… a book…

He admitted it. Curiosity overwhelmed him… so he opened it and stared at the words on the first page.

"If you're reading this then congratulations, you've forgotten everything… again." Wh… What? This wasn't the first time this had happened to him? No…no wait, it could just be a story. An oddly specific story that applied to him exactly… and he was carrying it wrapped expertly so it would be safe… With a sigh he shook his head and continued.

"My name is Fayt Ariolus, and that means yours is as well; if you haven't already remembered that. I could go into all sorts of explanations on exactly who you are, but it would only confuse you to no end… like the a few times in the past. To answer the question in your mind, no this isn't the first time this has happened, and no it will probably not be the last. So instead we'll leave it at 'you're not from wherever you are now' and move on to the important stuff." HOW COULD THERE BE ANYTHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN FIGURING OUT WHO HE WAS!?

"Firstly, and by far most importantly, if you EVER meet ANYONE who claims to know you… kill them immediately."

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AUTHORS NOTE TWO:Bump bump buuuuummmm. The end of a chapter comes once more… hopefully I keep enough interest in this story that I continue to write it out and not abandon it for months on end to pursue other interests… like DA3…

The thing with Raine was completely unplanned before I got to that point in the story… but I liked the idea, so I went with it. FAYT'S GOT A CRUSH! Poor Fayt, picked the worst person to have a crush on.

You wanna know what his sword looks like... I found one... that I really wanted when I started to write this story. Yahoo search 'Ring Hilt Saber' and it should be in the image results multiple times. The Pommel's different, but that's for later. The rest of his stuff... use yer imagination.

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