On the airship, Frey stares down the railing at the clouds, "I don't have much time…" She furrows her brows, gripping her pocket which held the rune sphere. Two grunts break through barrels, "Give us the thing you're going to give the Native Dragon!"

Frey draws her broadsword, the rune sphere sparkling in her hand, "This gift is very important..." However, a falling object drops on top of her and knocks the young heroine out and shatters the sphere in four. "What the fuck!" The gangster soldier yells out. To everyone's surprise, the object lifts herself up off the unconscious Frey. The joyful captain nearly stopped his hands from steering the ship.

She looks down at Frey and around her surroundings to see the soldiers. I'm...really back…

She stands up and the soldiers cower at the mystery girl who looks exactly like the fallen Frey. "What's going on?!" The other soldier points his claymore at the other Frey.

"Excuse me, Captain. Please keep manning the ship. I'll explain and handle this problem in a matter of seconds," Frey uses Cure to heal herself as well as the stunned younger version of herself. She pulls herself off of Frey and props the girl up against the railing, ignoring the threats at hand.

Reaching into the younger's pocket, she feels for the Rune Sphere and pulls it out. The nostalgia hits her as her back is kept to the soldiers screeching at her.

"This gift is very important…it always has been and so..." Frey turns her head to the soldiers and within her reach is her long sword, "...I'm not going to hand it over to the Sechs Empire just like that!" She picks it up and points it at the soldiers.

"How did you know?!"

At the tip, a fireball forms, launching at the gangster soldier. In a panic that his stupid underling has been lit, the soldier tries to put him out. However, the mysterious woman lunges at him and easily cuts through his armor with her sword. The soldier stares at the woman as he falls, "Who...the hell…"

She reaches into the young Frey's bag for some magic potions. Frey looks at the Captain and takes a deep breath as the soldiers fall down. Frey feeds the potions to the soldiers after tying them up. She points to the still Frey, "If anyone asks, she fought them and I was never here."

The jovial captain's face turns dark, "Am I to assume something is happening?"

"It already has happened, but it can be prevented," She answers him, "Do you have a cloak I can use to hide myself?"

The captain turns to his partner at the rear and nods. The other man reaches into a barrel to bring out a wind cloak. "This is the highest quality kind of cloak we're transporting on here," He hands it to her and Frey covers herself up.

She nods to them and from her own bag pulls out some grape liquor. Frey feeds it to the unconscious Frey to restore her rune points. As she slowly woke up, she nearly screamed at the copy of her face. "What the-!"

Frey takes her pointer to her lips to quiet her younger self, "I'm you. I know, but I don't have time to explain. Do you know who you are?"

The confused girl sits up and takes a deep breath, "I...I really don't know. Who am I?"

Frey simply smiles at her, furrowing her brows, "I wish I knew as well. Maybe things would have ended differently if we knew."

The girl tilts her head as she stares. "Your name is Frey," She looks down over the railing, "I don't have time to explain, but this is our stop." She takes Frey's hand into her own and pulls her over the edge of the airship, "Captain, thank you for your help!"

The two Freys lunge down through the clouds. One frantically tries to balance themselves while the other calmly reaches into her bag. "Frey...please listen to me," She pulls out some minimizer and holds it up. Her voice commands Frey's attention and suddenly the younger calms down.

"While in this village, I don't exist. If you need to call for me, my name is Lest," Formally called Frey, Lest sprinkles some minimizer onto herself and shrinks until Frey cups her in her hand.

"I have no idea what's going on and I don't even know who I am...but you seem to know me, so I'll just have to trust you, Lest," Frey holds Lest close to her and Lest hides in Frey's backpack. Through the clouds, Lest peaks through the top of the backpack and sees the opening at the top of the dragon room.

Lady Ventuswill...this time...I'll save Selphia. Lest promises in her head and in her pocket grips the ring Dylas used to bring her back.

Frey bludgeons Ventuswill with her body before sliding down her tail to the ground. "Ow...you never said we'd have to fall on a dragon," She whispers to Lest. Frey looks up at the dragon wide eyed while Lest stares with nostalgia. Ventuswill's large frame towers over the two girls.

"Welcome to our new life, Frey," Lest teases.