Author's Note: I said I'd rewrite this ages ago, but things happened and I got focused on Pyre until my old laptop kicked the bucket (which also lost my game progress on all the games I had on there). But here I am, with the new reboot of this fic. Sorry I've been gone for like... ages. Whoops.

There's going to be a lot of changes, and I made sure to try to make it coherent this time. I've changed so much, and I'm even playing through the game again (with a friend !) to get more coherency.

Okay, I've rambled enough. There's more at the end, obviously, but this is it for now!

UPDATE 10/27/2020: Name changed to Rani. This will be consistent through all chapters.

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. The searing pain in my back, in my head, in my arms... like I'd been slammed into something. It was that pain that brought me back to consciousness, but I was reluctant to open my eyes. Reluctant to wake up. No, let me sleep a bit more, please. I don't want to wake up-

"Hey."

A hand gently shook me, and I reluctantly opened my eyes. The pain vanished as soon as it had come, making me believe it had been an illusion. There was the scent of horses, and there were a few boxes around me but nothing to block my sight. I was in a caravan, it seemed. The person who had shook me gently was a red-haired girl with bright blue-purple eyes and a perpetual cat-like smile. She seemed relieved when I woke up, and I noted a hat out of the corner of my eye. With familiar-looking decorations, too. But the girl didn't take any notice of him when she sat back down.

"Oh good, you're awake. You gave us a scare, you know. Didn't you know passing out in front of a caravan was dangerous?" She chided softly, handing over an oval-looking orange candy. "You were crying out in pain, so this might help."

I couldn't find my voice to say thank you, so I took the candy and gave a small nod while mouthing "thank you" at her. She seemed a bit more cheerful after I ate it, and helped me sit up. The man with the hat, who the girl didn't even notice, scoffed and adjusted where he sat so the girl could sit back down comfortably. These two being together felt familiar, but I couldn't place exactly why. It bothered me slightly because of this. I knew I had a bum memory sometimes, but if they looked familiar then why couldn't I remember them?

"Is she awake now, Rose?" A male voice asked. The girl nodded. Rose- That was right! Rose and Dezel, they were here in the caravan. So this meant the timeline I was in right now was prior to Rose joining Sorey as his Squire. But it didn't tell me exactly where in the timeline I was. So, at this point, I had nothing to do but speculate.

"Yeah. Think we can spare one of the stronger Gels to help boost her recovery? Those wolves really did a number on her before we got there."

Wolves? I didn't remember coming across any wolves. As I looked down, I noted how my chest was bandaged up and my pants were now shorts... and I had no shoes. But there were bandages on my legs and my arms as well. They'd patched me up? Were the Sparrowfeathers this charitable, or did I owe them in the future? As I tried figuring that out, I noted how there was another gel held out to me. A rainbow-like colour... so a Rainbow Gel? Did those even exist?

"Here."

"...Thank you." Ah, there was my voice. Taking it, I popped it in my mouth. It tasted like pomegranates, despite the rainbow colour. A familiar taste that reminded me of home. I wondered about that for a minute, if I would see home again. That was when the caravan was attacked. I heard the sound of wolves, and I felt my heart hammer against my chest.

"Not again!" The horses were going haywire, neighing loudly and rearing back. The man at the reigns hopped off the driver's seat after calming them and Rose gave me a 'stay there' motion before she hopped out of the back. So it was just me and Dezel in the caravan. He didn't seem like he wanted to go after her. Probably because it didn't need his attention. But he seemed to notice me staring at him and looked up at me. His bangs were covering his eyes, like always, and he seemed moodier than usual.

"Stop staring." He didn't seem surprised that I could see him. "It's annoying."

"Er, sorry." I shifted, and tried to distract myself with the pomegranate aftertaste from the gel. But I glanced back over at him, and he looked away. His arms were perpetually folded across his chest, it seemed. The caravan shook a little, and that seemed to get Dezel to actually acknowledge me properly.

"There's a rope on the other side of the boxes. Secure them so they don't fall." With a nod, I followed his command. Finding the rope wasn't difficult, but securing the boxes were. He gave me directions, though reluctantly, and I followed them to the best of my ability. This was the Sparrowfeathers' livelihood, so I had to protect it like this. One of the wolves tore at the caravan covering, but I heard a yelp and it pained me to hear that. I had to remind myself that wolves in this world were just hellions, and nothing more to stop myself from telling them to stop. But, as I did that, I began to think.

If the caravan was under attack, then... that meant I was set before Sorey met the Sparrowfeathers. And this meant that I had been picked up by them while unconscious so I wouldn't just be laying there. After what felt like hours, but was merely minutes, the man climbed back in the driver's seat and Rose climbed back in. I sat next to the roped-up boxes, and Rose raised a brow at me.

"How'd you figure that out?" She asked. "I don't remember telling you to do anything but stay here..."

"Well, there's a bunch of boxes, right?" She didn't know of Dezel, so I couldn't tell her anything about him. "And I saw the rope, and then I put two and two together! This is your stuff, yeah? It was the least I could do!" It was a lie. I would tell her the truth when she was able to perceive Dezel later on. She'd probably dislike me for that, but for now I couldn't tell her or else I'd risk her freaking out.

I hated knowing this about her. She didn't deserve to have someone who knew everything about her fears and why she could actually cook stalking about or... whatever. I swallowed lightly, and Dezel just softly scoffed before adjusting where he sat again. Rose sat back down, and then looked me over.

"Once we get the caravan repaired, I'll give you some gald to replace your clothes. The gels should've healed all your wounds by now but..." Rose opened a bag next to her, pulling out a tunic and a pair of pants. "We're about the same size, I think. You look a bit bigger in the chest area, though. Ah well. Put these on. They're just spares I keep in case I need to change clothes."

"...Alright." She handed me the clothes and helped me take the bandages off. To my surprise, the wounds were healed as she had said. I pulled on the tunic, and it felt a little tight around the chest. But it would do for now. The pants came next, and I would potentially have to walk barefoot- until Rose pulled out a spare pair of boots. Was that a bag of holding or something? It was easy to put them on, so I wouldn't have to deal with hot cobblestone on my poor feet. The colours really didn't suit me, or at least I didn't think they suited me, but that was what Rose had on her so I wouldn't complain.

Stopping at the bridge to Ladylake, where the guards would keep the wolves from attacking us again, I helped them unload the boxes and sat next to one. I didn't look like I was a part of the caravan itself, but because I was with the Sparrowfeathers, the guard doing a paperwork check basically just had a few questions that Rose answered- Except one.

"What's her name, then?" He asked as the final question.

"It's Rani." I piped up from my spot.

"Alright, here's your passport. Don't lose it." He handed me a paper that Rose quickly took from me and put in her bag as I didn't have anywhere to store it currently. As the two of us waited for the caravan to be repaired, two sets of footsteps reached my ears and I turned around to see-

A boy with messy brown hair and green eyes with a darker blue shirt and a black shirt underneath, black pants and a sword on his hip accompanied by a boy with gradient blue hair, purple eyes and wearing a very ornate and complicated outfit.

Sorey and Mikleo.