[Radio Foranea Grounds, Monoceros Keep, 4:30 PM, 20th of After Witching, Year 427]

Ivo, Christopher, and Byleth were beginning to find some scraps and other equipment being uncovered. The three of them were avoiding being discovered. Arthas was just waiting at the driver's seat on the truck and keeping an eye on the group.

" How much did we gather so far? " Ivo curiously asked.

" This large box..." the green haired elven replied. " We gathered a lot. "

" You need help in carrying it? "

" Yes, of course. Thank you. "

Ivo went to pick up the large box and carried it to safety for it to be brought back.

" Thank you, " she sighed in relief.

" You're welcome, " Ivo smiled.

Just then, the three heard some Chergarian soldiers marching on their posts. They were hearing some noise coming from the former west wing side of the building.

" Someone's coming! We need to hide! " Ivo quietly warned.

Ivo and his companions spent hiding within the rubble. The three Chergarian soldiers shared glances which they were wondering where the noise had come from.

" Haben Sie hier eine Schwelle gehört? (Have you heard a threshold around here?) " the first soldier asked his companions.

" Ja, da drüben! (Yes, over there!) " the second one answered.

" Fangen Sie jetzt sofort an, dieses Ungeziefer zu finden! (Now, start finding those vermins at once!) "

" Ja wohl! (Yes, sir!) " the two saluted and headed to the former west wing.

" They're looking for intruders, " Ivo quietly said.

" Now, what should we do? " Byleth asked Christopher and Ivo.

" We tried to sneak out of here or deal with the guards, " Ivo suggested.

" Right, " the green haired elven nodded. " I think we should be sneaking away from them. "

" Ja, " Ivo said in agreement before looking around for a safer route way away from the Chergarian soldiers.

Christopher nodded, " Right, let's move out. "

The three had sneaked away from their position and headed away from them. Suddenly, a Chergarian soldier noticed them and gestured his companions.

" Ihr drei geht woanders hin?! (You three are going elsewhere?!) " he asked.

" Verdammt, " Ivo thought and sighed with frustration at him and his friends being caught.

" Warum seid ihr alle hier? Papiere, bitte. (Why are you all here? Papers, please.) " he sternly asked.

" We're here to clear out the rumble, messieurs, " Ivo plainly said to the Chergarian soldier trying to lie to him and preventing himself not to utter any word from his mother tongue.

" Is it so? Ja? " he laughed and nonchalantly spoke to the geomancer becoming convinced. " Well, then, you are just doing your job, by all means. Continue clearing this out since there will be a new building to be raised. Make sure, there are no remaining scraps here. Understood? "

Ivo nodded at the soldier, " Oui, D'accord. We won't leave until everything is cleared out. "

" Güt. " he nodded back and gestured at his fellow soldiers to leave.

Ivo sighed in relief, " That was close one. It gives us extra time to gather more scrap."

" I would have attacked that bastard if possible, but thank you, " Christopher replied and grinned.

" Bitte, " Ivo gratefully said to Christopher. "Let's gather more scrap before another group of soldiers arrives.

" Of course. By all means, " he nodded.

Thirty minutes later, there was a truck which Arthas had drove and come towards tne trio. He opened the window and looked at them.

" Me Bloody goodness! Ya got some scrap from the ruins? " the elven blacksmith and business man asked, becoming flabbergasted to what he had seen.

" Ja, " Ivo nodded at Arthas. " We almost got in trouble with some soldiers. If it wasn't for my inventive lie. We would've taken as prisoners."

" Those bloody checkpoint men gave me the creeps! " he sighed. " Now, come on, y'all. Get those scraps at the back of the truck. "

Ivo nodded as he started to load the scraps carefully unto the truck. Byleth and Christopher also helped him to load the scraps.

" This is just the start of the invasion. It'll get worse in the coming days unless we stop it, " Ivo commented as he loaded the last of scraps unto the truck.

As the three of them had finished loading the scraps to the truck, they never realised that a strange looking elven man arrived to confront you. He happened to have an albino skin, pointed ears and reddened irises in his eyes. He was holding a blade made out of femur. He had a sharp claw like nails that could pin anyone down.

" Who are you?! " Ivo suspiciously asked as he readied for a possible fight.

Raising his twin blades at the mysterious stranger, Christopher assumed his stance." By the dead look in his eyes, He an encursed Vampire...or one of the twisted creations of the Umbrals."

" Te voilà! Vous n'êtes pas n'importe quels nettoyeurs, ici ! Dis-moi, qu'est-ce que tu attends de cet endroit. (There you are! You three are not just any cleaners, here! Tell me, what do you want from this place.) " the elven madman laughed.

" Oh, bloody hell....." Arthas muttered in fear.

Byleth took out her blade and readied herself to fight.

" Alors, vous êtes tous les trois prêts à m'affronter, n'est-ce pas?! Ces soldats chergariens m'ont demandé de vous espionner tous les trois. Aussi, je veux savoir de vous trois ou quatre, où est le Chevalier Bleu?! (So, the three of you are ready to confront me, yes?! Those Chergarian soldiers asked me to spy on you three. Also, I want to know from the three or four of you, where the Blue Knight is?!) "

Ivo, Byleth, and Christopher could recall this elven madman from Chirox's translated files. This elven man happened to be Tordu Le Strange. Tordu loudly laughed at the three and held his blade.

" Pas de réponses, alors? Je suppose que je vais vous faire tous crier pour répondre! (No answers, then? I guess I will make you all scream to respond!) " he scoffed.

" Vous ne saurez jamais où se trouve le Chevalier Bleu! (You'll know where the Blue Knight is!) Vous ne nous empêcherez pas non plus de mettre fin aux stratagèmes des Cultes de I'Ombre. (Neither will you stop us from ending the Umbral Cults' schemes.) " Ivo sternly said to the elven vampire.

" Pathétique! Je ferai de vous toutes mes victimes avant son arrivée! (Pathetic. I shall make you all my victims before he arrives!) " Tordu loudly laughed and readied himself to attack the three of them. He charged towards Christopher as he was about to pin him down.

Christopher raised his arm back, and swung with one blade first to make contact with Tordu's torso, and using his other twin sword to parry the Elf's strike." I'm no mere ranger, for I lead them! "

He then swung with a second strike to make contact with his chest next. Tordu got wounded and angrily stared at Christopher. He readied to pin him down using his sharp claws and furiously growled.

" Il est alors temps pour votre disparition! (It's time for your demise then!) "

Byleth casted spell of bright silver light to make the mad elven vampire to be blinded and weakened. Tordu was struggling to look at the bright light coming from her.

Casting a ball of blue flames, Christopher hurled it at the Vampire's chest, and went for jab to pierce the Vampire's chest and drive his blade into it's blackened heart. The elven vampire loudly screamed in pain and felt the Umbral energy started to dissipate from his system. The weakened one felt started to lose consciousness. Just then, Ivo casted a spell of rocks to encase his legs.

" Où suis-je? Pourquoi tu me regardes comme ça? Qui êtes-vous? (Where am I? Why are you staring at me like that? Who are you people?) " the mutated elven man asked and returned to own his senses. " Qu'est-ce que je fais ici? (What am I even doing here?) "

" Is this some kind of trick to bring our guards down? You'll never fool us." Ivo said doubtfully and readied to cast another spell elven vampire.

" Non! " the mutated elven yelled. " I have just come from Robania! I don't know what happened after I was shot! "

" You were attacking us. How did you forget that? " Ivo asked with confusion.

" Look, you elven friend had eliminated Tordu inside my body which it took over my whole being. My real name is Lieutenant Jean Raphael de Gaulle. "

" You're a member of the Foranean Army? " Ivo asked.

" Oui. Have you seen my friends Amnon and Glenda Montmartre? Have they gotten home safe? " Raphael asked.

" Well, they did, " Christopher nodded.

" What year is this? "

" Year 427..." Byleth instantly answered.

" You got to be kidding me right?! "

" We aren't, the year is 427. How long you've been possessed by Tordu? " Ivo asked the lieutenant.

" If I was with my friends in year 415...Then....I lost 12 years of my normal life..." Raphael surmised and sadly bowed his head. " I'm a monster. I don't know what to do now..."

" I'm sorry for what happened to you, mein freund. No one deserved to be experimented by those Umbral fiends. Especially their body being controlled by someone else, " Ivo said feeling bad for Raphael.

" Where am I going to stay? "

" We can take you to Monoceros Keep General Hospital to be checked out. Then brought to the Dread Wolves Village for you to rest. Amnon is my brother and one of the best doctors I know, " Ivo suggested.

" Quoi?! Amnon is now a doctor?! How come?! "

" You surely missed out a lot of things, " Christopher remarked. " He'll explain everything to you when you meet him. "

" Oui. I felt like a dead person..."

" Ja, " Ivo nodded at Raphael. "Glenda is also a doctor as well and my brother's wife."

" Thank goodness..." the mutated elf sighed in relief.

" You'll be safe with us. We won't let the Umbral Cults hurt you again, " Ivo said to Raphael with reassurance.

" If we're going to take him into the hospital, those Chergarian bastards might recognise him. I think we should go see Doc at his house, " Arthas suggested when he left the truck.

" You're right. We should take him to my brother's house instead, "
Ivo said with agreement.

Christopher nodded, " It might be the best to see him at this time of the evening. He's at home at this hour. "

[Montmartre Residence, 6:00 PM, 20th of After Witching, Year 427]

Doctor Amnon Montmartre was seen talking over the phone which it seemed to be a 54 year old female patient who consulted him two days ago. This time, he heard of the good news coming from her that she was recovering from sepsis and sighed in relief. Just then, he heard a knock on the living room door. His wife Glenda was implyingly turning to her husband as she was carrying Little Emie. He nodded at her and ended the conversation. The call got ended as he opened the door.

" Amnon, Sorry for bothering you this evening, but we brought who is need of medical attention, " Ivo said to his brother.

" Qu'est-ce que c'est? (What is it?) " the Akrovian-Foranean doctor raised his voice. " Who is it? "

" Jean Raphael de Gaulle, " Ivo revealed.

Amnon remained silent and recalled his old friend in back in the Foranean Army who joined with him into the Robanian frontlines. Glenda looked at her spouse and then to Ivo, becoming concerned.

" Wait, I thought he was dead?! " she gasped in shock.

" He was, but how did he regain back to consciousness, " he spoke to his wife. " Unless, something had been going on to him. "

" Unfortunately, he was now known as Tordu Le Strange, " Christopher broke his silence.

Byleth and Arthas aided the mutated elven man wearing a grey cloak. Raphael remained speechless and lowly bowed his head upon seeing his two old friends back in the Foranean Army.

" Raphael was another victim of mind control and possession similar to Kasius, " Ivo added.

Amnon sadly sighed and gestured everyone to let Raphael enter the house. The mutated elven man was so ashamed to reveal himself, knowing he had done crimes after the Robanian invasion from twelve years ago.

" It's okay. Amnon is here to help you, " Ivo said trying to reassure Raphael.

Raphael sadly nodded at Ivo and his companions. Then, he confronted his old friend and physician and revealed his pale appearance and his bluish eyes. Glenda remained non-speaking and turned to her husband.

" Cheesecake, I think this is your call..." she lowly whispered. " I'll ask everyone to prepare some snacks to our guests. "

Amnon nodded at his wife and looked at his new patient, asking him, " How long you have been mutated? "

" 12 years....I can't remember anything...I was possessed by Tordu and experimented, " Raphael sadly spoke.

The doctor sadly sighed and responded, " I'll begin with your vital signs assessment before we proceed. "

" Oui. "

The Akrovian-Foranean general practitioner started to do some physical assessments, by checking his vital signs and asking some questions about his medical history. Then, he did some other assessments for reflexes, abdominal pain, and even took out a blood sample from the mutated elven man.

" How is he? " Ivo asked with concern.

" Another case of severe anemia... " he seriously spoke. " His pale skin and nails are noticeable. "

" That means he probably has the Umbral branding as well, " Ivo theorized.

" It seems like he hasn't be treated for years, " Amnon answered and picked up his 40 ml syringe of Photis's Blessing and the rebuke gem. " Any allergens to other medication? "

" Non." Raphael confirmed.

" If he hasn't been treated for years. Wouldn't it be more expelled the Umbral branding from his body? " Ivo curiously asked.

" This is a mutation from what had Tucker and Günther had done, " Amnon spoke. " Since he's from the Elven race, this will work for him. "

Raphael asked with concern, " Do you think I will be treated on these? "

" Just observe, Raphael. "

Amnon injected the 40 ml syringe of Photis's Blessing to the mutated elven man's left bicep. In a matter of seconds, Raphael started to feel feverish warm. Then, Amnon casted out his Bio-Shock at 12 volts to the Akrovian rebuke gem.

" Touch this gem..." he ordered.

Raphael nodded and held the gem which it stunned him for 12 volts. The mutated elven man started to feel energised as his darkness had flushed out from his system. Just then, he started to feel nauseated and enduce himself to vomit . Christopher gestured Ivo to help the elven man outside.

" Don't worry this normal with the serum. You'll feel better soon." Ivo sincerely said as he assisted Raphael outside.

" You're also an elf and a soldier, Raphael. You can still fight without any powers coming from the Umbrals, " Christopher added.

" M-Merci b-beacoup, m-mes a-amies..." the elven man weakingly spoke and smiled after he vomitted. " You all deserve a story from me. "

[Year 417: Günther Residence, Harhaan, Chergaria: 11:26 pm]

A dark haired and middle aged looking Chergarian scientist busied himself in transfusing a strange colored serum to his patient. He was evilly grinning to see his new subject who happened to be a brain dead being transformed into a different creature. Just beside the scientist, his younger Elandric assistant and colleague observed the resuscitation of their subject.

The subject's skin began to drain of any remaining color as its ears sharpened becoming paranormally long. The subject woke screaming and began to strain against its restraints. Its body was convulsing violently.

" Wunderbar! Güt! Güt! Güt! Arise my great Ubermensch! " Doctor Mutran Günther evilly grinned and exclaimed, laughing. " You are now the glorious new creation blessed by meine Führer Xiven und Damocles! "

" Doctor Gunther, it looks like he's reacting with our formulation, " the Elandric assistant answered.

" Relax, Herr Tucker, he's going to be just fine, ja? "

As the subject calmed down, its teeth sharpened like knives. " I am.....reborn?...Why? " it asked confused as its evil crimson eyes moved its gaze at the scientist.

" Ah, you were found dead in Robania, remember? " Günther evilly grinned. " You still have the memories of that lost Foranean elven soldier who fought against my fellow Chergarians, ja? "

" Doctor Günther and I decided to revive you. It took us two years to do some research and experimentations, " Kasius added. " We summoned the Umbral gods to give you longevity, strong immunity, and invulnerability. You are one of our greatest creations, my friend. "

" There is not much of him left, but yes I have those memories... I was ....in the Umbral Realms.....Why have you called me here? Sorry yes called us, here? " the experiment glared and queried further.

" Before you died, what was your name, mein freund? "

" Quoi?! (What?!) " the experiment raised his voice in his confusion. Then, he remained silent listening to the other voice in his head. " Oui....I guess. I am Tordu Le Strange. "

Kasius and Günther looked perplexed when they heard of their test subject's response, becoming curious of his existence. Tordu again mentally heard the voice of his host and frowned.

" This elven soldier, he doesnt like you he says. Ah... Oui... I was getting to that! No need to be nasty I was just asking! " Tordu loudly yelled to himself.

" Doc, I think we need to do calibration on his brain, " Kasius replied and turned to his superior. " Look, we can't have two personalities in a new being. "

Tordu paused for a second, " Is that so..? " He asked himself, " He says two minds could be better than one and something about double reaction time and IQ due to the double factor.."

The Chergarian scientist watched Tordu talking to himself and then to his associate, " Das ist interessant, Kasius! (That's interesting, Kasius!) We can have two souls in one body to this enhanced elven man! "

" Ah, I have never thought of that, Doc. Interesting, indeed. "

Tordu flexed his hands and replied, " Well, it may be his body, but I seem to have all the control. Très Bien, I'm in control you were pretty jacked up, so I fixed you."

" Now show us what you can do, Herr Le Strange." Mutran mused and picked his journal and pen.

Tordu raised his left hand to the sky making his nails grow long like claws this action released a purple foul smelling liquid which dripped down his new nails coating them. The liquid dripped onto the floor making a hissing noise and melting the floor slightly.

Tordu looked confused, " Ah, oui? Et bien, c'est nouveau?! (Ah, yes? Well, that is new?!) "

" Wunderbar! " Mutran exclaimed, loudly laughed, and finished writing his observations. " You are indeed perfect to be a berserker and an assassin. Infact, I was wondering if you could be a test subject for the Chergarian Army, ja oder nein? "

" You deploy him to Robania? That country's gone, " Kasius reminded.

" Nein. We can bring him to what country he needs to be assigned with. Perhaps, he could support the Hettic forces in Syrvania or spy around in Foranea and make his own assault to his victims. "

Tordu nodded as if replying to some inner voice, " Je suis d'accord. Ils planifient sans notre contribution. C'est vraiment impoli. (I agree. They plan without our input. Rude indeed...)"

" Mes Dieux! Amnon, Glenda, mès amies! Elles vont avoir de gros ennuis...(My Gods! Amnon, Glenda, my friends! They will be in big trouble...) " the inner voice anxiously echoed in Tordu's mind. " Je vous le dis. Ne faites rien de stupide avec mes amis de l'Armée! (I'm telling you. Don't do anything stupid with my friends in the Army!) "

Tordu nodded in agreement, " D'accord... Question for the scientist that revived me. Do you think sending me out to Iliad is wise if even I don't know my exact arsenal of abilities so to speak. Shouldn't we train first? "

" Zut A-lors, Je ne sais pas de quoi tu parles! (I don't know what you are talking about!) " the inner voice angrily shrieked.

" Ah, I would prefer to start your physical exercises and combat training first, " Mutran grinned. " We need to find out what you're capable of before we get to the actual mission. Is das gut, ja? "

" Fine with us. Good indeed. Poison is good but maybe some kind of ranged attack needs to be learned? " Tordu curiously mused.

" Ja. I agree, " Mutran smiled intently as his younger associate nodded. " Let's begin, shall we? "

[Martinnois, Foranea: 17th of Before Witching, Year 426, 11:58 PM]

Tordu was recalling the day when Doctor Mutran Günther and Kasius Tucker revived him. This time, he was seeing the chaotic aftermath of what his fellow cultists had done. Sheeva and Hans Malter waited for him as they were standing infront of the cannisters of sulfur and nitrate gas.

" Tordu, quit stalling around! " the Chergarian Leanan Sidhe impatiently yelled. " Frau Sheeva is waiting for us! "

" Noté, prêt. (Noted, ready.) " Tordu nodded and evilly grinned.

The elven vampire cultist used his sharp claws from his both hands, pierced, and pinned down the cannister. At first, it was causing a large dent and gradually creating a large hole from it. The toxic compound gases slowly released. Then, Tordu continued to punch and pierce more cannisters. While doing these, the gases slowly accumulated and started to form a mist.

Sheeva evilly smirked and commented, " Parfait, il est temps d'effectuer un rituel pour couvrir la ville et invoquer les hommes-serpents de Charybde depuis le sol. (Perfect, it's time to perform a ritual to cover the town and summon Charybdis's snakemen from the ground.) "

[Montmartre Residence, 7:10 PM, 20th of After Witching, Year 427]

" So, you couldn't break free from Tordu when that Martinnois mist started? " Amnon asked with concern while sitting on his living room couch beside his wife and daughter.

" Oui, " the white haired elven man with icy blue eyes sadly nodded and sighed. " After that, Madame Sheeva and her companions began to summon the snake men after Hans Malter caused a strong earthquake to form a deep and long fissure there. "

" We knew, " Ivo simply said while sitting beside Byleth, Christopher, and Arthas on the other couch. " This month, I was there in Martinnois helping with other people in rehabilitating the town. I saw the huge and long crack from there. "

" It was very dangerous to go and remain there, " Raphael admitted and changed topic. " Now, I'm cured and free from this curse of Tordu. I'm afraid those people will chase or hunt me. What should I do? "

" It seems like you are afraid of those Umbrals chasing after you, " Christopher answered and sincerely smiled. " We would like to let you stay and live in the Dread Wolves Tribe Village. "

" Dread Wolves Tribe Village, I may have heard of that place, " Raphael commented. " Is it safe there? "

" Yes, it's our safe haven for the elven people like us, " Byleth answered. " Would you like to come and live a new life? "

Raphael seemed to be contemplating further in his mind which his fellow elven people had offered him to live there. He was both clasping his hands and crossing his fingers. Amnon and his wife waited for their old friend's response.

" Raphael? " Glenda called his attention. " What do you think? "

" I have decided to live among with my fellow elven people in that village, mès amies, " he sincerely smiled and answered. " I can tell that I will be safe from those cultists for good. "

(RP and OCs with BjornGamR27, Knightfall077, and BrandonToy)

(Additional end scene by yours truly.)