A/N: How was I supposed to think of a better title?

Meh. Felt I needed a break after the four hour separation of the last two chapters. (Come to think of it, I think less people saw it because I uploaded it so quickly.) Oh well. Finally the plot is getting someplace, and I'll say we're about a third or halfway through this arc, depending on what I am planning to do. I may be exaggerating, but I still have lots more plans for later. Also added a couple of new OCs just because. They're the focus this chapter. (Actually has a POV swap to one of them.)

And to making Jeremiah's dialogue bold, that's the problem. I did use it with the creepy tome. Using it for Jeremiah would make it confusing, since I had already done it with a different identity. While I could change it, I honestly don't feel the need to change it after I have just done so.

Anyway, enjoy.

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"This lock won't open!" I may have worded that like some five year old, but it's true. Hell, I was and probably still am one of the best theives of my time. Slight exaggeration, maybe. It doesn't matter.

"Let me see it." my female companion approaches the locked chest, snatching my lockpick and fiddling with it for a minute.

She's never going to open that. I'm waaaaay better a thief than her, and I'm not just saying that because my parent was a thief and hers wasn-

"Got it." she smiles at me, tossing the lockpick back at me and kicking open the chest. I just stare.

"I probably loosened it." I roll my eyes at her.

"Sure you did." she smiles back at me. Gods, she can be so aggravating when she wants to. I guess that's what best friends are for. Admittedly, there are better friends out there, but I've been through a lot with Kassidy, so she gets a freebie.

"What are we doing here again?" I hear Cyrus, our war cleric, mutter. "I mean seriously, did we have to leave the delusional doofus behind?" For a noble's son, that was pretty crude. Seriously, what the hell's with that?

... Maybe he is picking up from me.

Anyway, while I do sort of disagree with leaving him behind, It feels like some weight has been lifted. If anything, he's off adventuring based off of the tales his father told him.

Gods, it even worked on his brother.

"Doing what we can until the time passes." Kassidy pulls out some paper, I have no idea which, though. She carries a whole bagful of paper, which she does all sorts of things with. Sometimes she writes, sometimes she draws, and sometimes she makes Chon'sin origami. Not sure how she learned the latter, but that's not what's important.

"Oh yeah, that." Cyrus groans. "Got any ideas, Drake?" What? I'm not the ideas person. Go ask anyone, even that random old man with one eye, and all of them will have better ideas than me. I'm not that type of person. I'm the type that likes to go straight for the kill, or in normal person language, do the cool stuff.

"Absolutely none." I shrug, before turning and looking at the contents of the chest.

Let's see... A book, tome? I dunno. Some iron ingots... Could melt them down... Gold! GOLD! "SUCCESS!" I raise the rather large bullion in the air, earning a few cheers from Cyrus and Kassidy.

And they call me the stupid one. Hah. I flip my brown hair for no other reason than to look cool, soon succumbing to a goofy grin.

"Quiet down in there!" There is a bang on the door, startling each of us. "I could hear ya from the ports!"

This quiets us down, and given how late it is, we decide to rest for the night.

A/N: Because a group of random OCs introduced out of nowhere totally isn't suspicious.

Ravel

"This way." Frederick is leading us to the khans and I assume Chrom and Robin. Admittedly, he looks a lot taller... and beefier... and... slightly frightening in real life. Honestly, I hate it when people try to be stern. That could just be my small rebellious streak taking action, but I just prefer it when people are just happy and understanding.

He leads our group of mercenaries, all whom have been cleaned up and healed since the battle, to a large tent.

He carefully examines each of us for any weapons (Calina may not have been to happy about that. Freddy has a black-eye now.) before letting each of us into the tent.

Sure enough, waiting inside of the tent is none other than the Khans, Chrom, and Robin. I thought I saw Chrom tilt his head in a sort of confused look of familiarity. Huh. I wonder why.

Even in your own mind, you just love your sarcasm. Don't I ever. But just know that you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for this mind.

After we all get situated, I see Chrom smile. "You were a great help out there, you and your friends." he says. "If it weren't for you, we may have had more casualties." I feel some pride swell up as he goes on. "But why did you fight in the first place? Who are you?" I can see the hint of familiarity in his eyes, he just hasn't caught on that he has met me yet.

"Plegia was hiring mercenaries and we had decided to help Ylisse. I'm from there, actually." I frown a bit. "As for who I am, my name is... Ravel. Ravel... Iote." My frown deepens as I see the fours' eyes widen. Except Basilio, he just widens an eye. I'm not surprised. Based on the many reactions I have seen since I came to Ylisse, this seems like a break. Hell, I even had people throw cans at me at that other town. And I don't even think that cans are invented yet here.

"Wait, so you're telling me that you are the descendant of that Ravel? The one that was exiled from Plegia?" I'm resisting the urge to use sarcasm. "Were you that honest about your motives, boy?" he raises an eyebrow at me, to which I just shrug. I look over to my friends, who are probably screaming on the inside wondering how I am acting so casually around royalty.

"Yeah. Revenge admittedly was one of the reasons, but we wouldn't have done so if Ylisse weren't fighting." Oh gods, I think I worded that the wrong way. This better work. Better work...

"Wait a minute. That name... It sounds familiar. I'm not talking about the Plegian Ravel, I mean that I think I know you from somewhere." Chrom looks over to Robin, who simply shrugs.

"We met in Ylisstol a few years ago. It was only a brief conversation, but you said 'I'll remember that.' when I told you my name. Guess for the most part, you did." Once again, the rest of the mercenaries fade into metaphorical nonexistence. They must be nervous around royals, I wonder why?

"While your plan did mess up our tactics, it did benefit us greatly in battle. Admittedly some of our troops had attempted to attack you, but when they noticed that you were out of uniform, they stopped." Robin smiles. "You indirectly won us the battle. You say you are mercenaries? Which group?"

A confused look crosses over my face. Name? I never really thought of the name. Nobody ever really thought of a name. We just referred to ourselves as 'the group'. Never a specific name or title. "Er, we don't actually have a name for our group."

Robin just nods. "That's fine. But maybe you could call yourselves the Heroes of Myra. You and your friends most certainly know how to fight like heroes. That, and you were the main heroes of this battle."

Okay? I guess that's a good enough name. I give an obvious nod, signalling my agreement.

Eventually the conversation occurring between us ends, and the other mercenaries introduce themselves. This evolves into Geoff making up a pointless story about him being the descendant of a legendary hero. Gods, he's slowly turning into Owain.

I smile. The others seem to be loosening up a bit, something that they really deserve.

Drake

I wake up to a scream.

In my face is none other than Kassidy, who apparently had to resort to murdering my ears to wake me.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" I yell at her, my ears still ringing. Gods, she is loud. I bet every person in town heard her, and this town is pretty big, so that's an achievement.

"The town is under attack!" what was that?

"WHAT?" I yell again. I am slowly starting to be able to hear, though the ringing won't stop.

"I said, THE TOWN IN UNDER ATTACK, dammit!" She rolls her eyes and grabs my hand, dragging me out of the door.

Sure enough, I see fire. I honestly have no clue how Risen get fire in the first place. Do the mages do it? Do they stuff torches inside those revenants? I dunno.

I groan and Kassidy and I unsheathe swords, while Cyrus pulls out an almost humorously large axe. Let's face it, Cyrus is better with an axe than he is with a staff. I'm not exaggerating the least bit.

After we are finished preparing for battle, we rush out into the burning town square, only to be swarmed by a pile of revenants. Luckily these things are very easy to defeat. I duck under some claws, quickly doing a horizontal slash across the Risen's chest. Meanwhile, Cyrus and Kassidy are almost effortlessly defeating the foes.

No biggie. I quickly flip past a few more zombies, then tossing my sword in the air and decapitating one of the larger Risen with sheer force. The purple mist blasts into my face as I cut through the zombie, which fades almost as quick as it spawned.

I grin, said grin disappearing as I hear a scream from Kassidy. SHIT!

She's been disarmed by one of the more menacing Risen, and is now surrounded by those living sacks of meat. Eugh.

In response, I rush toward the crowd and slice a hole into it, sending Kassidy speeding out of it toward her sword.

The Risen run past me toward her, but are soon knocked aside by Cyrus's axe. And to think that I was the one that was against him getting the giant thing in the first place. Heh.

I use the nearby Risen as launch pads as I land on a roof and run across it. These things are weak, yet I still wonder why they couldn't defend this town. I'm sure that there were mercenaries here a couple of days ago.

No. As Kassidy says: Not everyone thinks the same, which is exactly why I'm the thinker here.

Man, she can be really cocky when she wants to. And funny enough, I have not a clue where it came from. I mean neither of her parents were really rude, though I never actually met her mother. Her sister on the other hand...

No. I'm not even gonna think about her. Bitch.

There's about four more risen left: one appears to be the leader, with the others appearing to be almost just as strong.

The three of us approach the enemy, each of us holding up our weapons in a defensive position.

Just as quickly as we approached, one of the larger Risen: an axeman, rushes toward us and whacks Cyrus with a solid steel axe. The thing doesn't even budge. Is that some sort of solid steel Tomahawk, or what?

Kassidy quickly acts and jams her sword into the axeman's skull. The thing falls to the ground, dead.

The three of us look up at the remaining Risen, to which they respond with a glare. Er, if they can glare? I can't tell by their glowing red eyes.

Quickly, one of the Risen falls over, the other two followed after a confused grunt emerges from them.

W-What? What the hell is he doing here? How did he get here so soon?! I THOUGHT WE GOT RID OF HIMMMMM...

Actually, he isn't as annoying as everyone enjoys saying.

Sure enough, masked by almost cliched fog, is the same delusional doofus that we thought we left at the Thorian Isles.

"What are you doing here?" Kassidy asks him, her tone a sort of serious warmth. I don't even know how she talks in that tone, especially given her usually goofy personality. She's unpredictable, a lot like her father. Well, not too much. Not really crazy unpredictable, just... colorful... I guess you could say.

"The Thorian Isles are not very good for adventuring." the man wipes blonde hair out of his face and proceeds to plant his face into a palm. "Turns out that the plants there were out to get me." Oh, yeah. There was a lot of jungle over there.

"It doesn't matter." a grin crosses over Cyrus's face as he holds out his arms. "Welcome back!"

A/N: Yeah, new characters introduced this chapter.

I know the first thing you are likely thinking: They are future children.

Maybe they are, maybe they aren't.

If you want to find out, see if you can tell whether I am being sarcastic.

They are totally future children.

Not very easy with text, is it?

Either way, these characters are going to be important.

Don't expect another chapter until this weekend. I'm busy for almost all week after today.