Disclaimer: Namco owns everything, except for one character.

Timeline: The time of The Journey of the Hero Mithos.

Spoilers: This story contains many spoilers.

Note: This is in an point of view of an character created by me. This is my first fanfiction, so please go easy on the review, and I would appreciate it if you would leave advices in them. Enjoy the fanfiction.

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Prologue: Introduction

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Prison room

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I was in my cell, and I was sitting on my so-called bed, where I was soaked in my sweat, since I had an fever. From the corner of my eyes I looked through the small glass that I was capable of seeing things on the other side from, for I heard faint footsteps coming near the room I was in. As the guards walked past my prison, I saw someone else with them that was probably another half-elf, for I sensed his mana from the short distance we were apart. I was only ten, and I was quite short and small, since I wasn't fed well, but surprinsingly, the newcomer had seen through the window and saw me. I looked at him, and I saw his emeraled eyes, and he looked quite young himself, but he was probably two times older than me or so. But once I saw his eyes, I suddenly realized, that he was already here a long time ago, and the clothes he was wearing didn't change that fact at all. He also seemed sick like I was, and this made me more afraid of staying in the cell any longer. I watched as they walked away, far away out of my view.

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Prison room-Two years later

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Now, I was more scared than being lonely. The other day, I saw an half-elf trying to escape, but was he shot with tranquilizers, and I didn't think about trying that risk. While I was thinking about all this, lost in thought as I tried to breathe, for I was still sick with fever, someone had walked in. That person didn't wait for me to snap out of my daydreaming, she just grabbed my ear and pulled me out. She was one of the scientists, that was somewhat obsessed with the job she had. She always couldn't wait for an experiment, so instead of making them follow her, she dragged them along. I hated the fact that she always dragged me by the same ear, but she was older, an adult, so I wasn't strong enough to get out of her grip, and also considering that I was sick. I winced in pain as she continued to drag me, as I tried to walk in an uncomfortable position, so that I wouldn't feel much pain on my ear as normal.

"Come on now, you don't want to be late for your daily progress!" She exclaimed as she pulled on my ear harder.

"Why must she drag me like this...?" I thought as I winced in pain again, arriving in the experiment room.

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Prison room-A few minutes later

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Soon, I was back in my room, or prison as I called it. I was lying on my back on the iron hard metal, which was supposed to be my bed, stiff as an rock, for if I moved, I felt pain. I wasn't used to being researched or such involving things with connection with wires and such, so whenever I came back, I felt intense pain and suffering. But I finally raised my hand, looking at it just got me disgusted. The skin wasn't very healthy looking, for some parts of it was rough, and lacking the nutritious drinks, my skin was kind of pealing off on one side. But that was natural for anyone that was in here, and that was what had disgusted me the most the time I lived here. I only had one question in my mind though, and that was about the orb that was placed on my forehead when I first arrived here, when I was only an young child, almost an infant.

"As I recall from the past, this was called... an exsphere...?" I thought again as I felt hot again, and I wore an sad face.

"The fever's getting worse, but who cares for me... No one..." I was daydreaming again until I felt another pain going through my body, and I had an hard time breathing, due to the worse fever.

After an while, I finally stopped having such an hard time breathing. But I was still suffering from the pain, as I took a deep breath. I was sweating almost every second I took a breath, and I had to wipe it off my forehead everytime, feeling the orb that was on my forehead. It was round shaped like an circle, and it was in an blue and auburn color. I wondered what the whole cause was for with these circled orbs that was melted into my skin when I was an infant. I still remembered the pain of when it first melted into my skin, the time I indured most pain out of my life. Then suddenly, I felt tired, most likely because of the experiment, or whatever they had done. As far as I was concerned, they were checking up on all of the half-elves everyday to check the progress of the exsphere or so. But due to the tired feeling I had, I slowly closed my eyes, and fell into an sleep, where I finally relaxed for the first time in the day.

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Dream

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"Where... am I...?" I thought as I opened my eyes, looking at my surroundings.

Everything was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything at all. Then an faint light showed up before me a few steps away, then it started to glow brighter and brighter, until it shaped into an person I had seen two years ago. It was the same youth I had seen when I was ten, the one with the emerald eyes. His hair was covering something shimmering behind his bang on the right side, which I noticed since he was facing me. But when I observed his eyes carefully again, it gave me quite an shock at the beginning, but I calmed down as I looked at the youth. His eyes were emerald, but they seemed to be filled with ice-cold hatred. I blinked as I looked at it again, but then shook my head. But then, he disappeared right before my eyes, fading away like an light as my eyes widened with surprise. I then heard the voice of the female scientist that had dragged me earlier. As time passed, the louder the voice became, and it only repeated a several words.

"Half-elves are only used as experiments and specimens." The voice started as I listened in shock.

"They're nothing but worthless bodies used for researches." After hearing this, I crouched down and covered my ears.

"Nothing, but worthelss trash!" It suddenly yelled as I had an unbearable headache, and was about to scream.

But the scream never came, and I never heard it either. My eyes snapped open as I breathed repeatedly in an quick pace. I realized that it was only an dream, and I placed an hand on my forehead, wiping even more sweat. It was quite surprising, from my entire life, the only time I had ever screamed was when I first got the exsphere melted into my skin, and it wasn't an very loud shriek either. I lifted my head a little bit, but let it drop onto the solid metal, which had no pillows provided, not even metal ones. I stared at the ceiling for an while of the dark room as I closed them for about a few seconds, then took a deep breath like I had before. This certainly wasn't my day, and it wasn't going to be for the rest of the day. I assumed that it was only morning, since my daily routine of going to the lab room was at the morning, and I never had went there during the afternoon. I no longer had the headache like I had in the dream, but that didn't bother me. What was in my mind was the male I had seen in my dream.

"Why was he the one that appeared in my dream...? Is there something about him I must know...?" My mind spoke as I closed my eyes, but the image of him appeared in my mind as soon as I had closed my eyes.

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Prison room

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I snapped them open, confused why I was being so absent-minded about him. I didn't understand myself today, of why I was thinking about him in my mind so much. He only appeared in an simple dream, just a dream. It was usual to have strange dreams, and I knew that. I often had these kind of weird dreams, but this was the first I had that consisted of an person, an half-elf. I stared at the ceiling for quite a while until I felt tired again. I drifted into another sleepy state, and my eyelids becames heavy. I felt like closing them, but I had already slept for an while, I felt no need to sleep again. But my eyelids grew even mroe heavier as I tried to stop myself from sleeping. To no avail, I lost this fight against sleeping, and closed my eyes after an long attempt of trying to stay awake, drifting into another sleep. But unlike the previous one, I wasn't very relaxed before I fell asleep.

After a few minutes, my eyes flew wide open, not because of another dream, because I felt somewhat odd. I was really having an hard time breathing, as if I wasn't even breathing, and my body was so numb that I couldn't even move it, unless I wanted to wince in pain again. I almost felt like I was going to faint, which never happened to me before, but I knew quite a bit about how it felt before you did faint. But I was gasping for breath in a matter of seconds, and I realized that the reason I was doing this was caused by my high fever, and lack of food and drink that was supposed to be provided to my body. Soon, I fell out of my bed, still gasping for breath as I felt something draining my energy quite fast, but I couldn't understand why my energy was being drained. I felt as if my mana was being sucked right out of me, but maybe it was the feeling from my fever. I somehow got back up on my bed, back on the iron as I took several deep breaths over and over.

"Why... Why am I like this...? It can't be the lack of food, or the fever... I feel sick in an different way..." I questioned myself in my mind as I forced myself to sleep, after trying hard to do so.

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Prison room-A few hours later

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My eyes opened slowly, and I noticed that the pain was no longer there. I didn't feel sick at all, or anything. This surprised me by quite an bit, but I got over it soon. As I sat up half way on the bed, I sighed. Or tried to. The only time I had ever spoken was probably when I was screaming when the exsphere was being placed on me, considering that I was never educated in this place. Of course, I picked up quite a few words, enough to think and such, and it's surprising that I could even understand what each word meant. Although, I never really got the hang of speaking the language, while I can talk in my mind with it. I can't write either, and having all of these incapabilities makes me feel down right useless on everything except for being an experiment like my earlier dream had spoken. I got discouraged often with these kind of thoughts, since I don't exactly sigh either. But, the only reason I think I can't speak the language is because I never talked in my entire life, and I don't think I'm capable. Never have I even heard my own voice.

I then finally made one real movement without being dragged or always lying down on the bed. I got out of the bed, and attempted to walk, but without having anyone support me like that woman dragging, I had to lean on the wall. It was icy cold as I slid down the wall, staring at the other side of the wall, where the door was securily locked. I looked back at the ground, which was a bit rusty, for the people in charge never cared to clean our prisons. As I thought, I was capable of thinking up over ten reasons why the half-elves here hated the humans in charge as well as being afraid. Although, I didn't agree to any of it. I never really hated anyone, because there wasn't any actual reason to do so. I wondered what there was to actually hate in the world, but in most of the half-elves' case, they were humans.

I shook that thought out of my head as I slumped myself back onto the hard bed, stomach on the cold metal as I looked straight ahead, my head sideways on the metal. I then turned my body, so that my back was on the bed, and I was facing the ceiling. I then closed my eyes, forcing myself to rest again, for there was nothing to do for now. But unlike the other times, I was able to sleep peacefully with no unusual dream or disturbance.

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Next chapter

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It's an normal day like any other, being checked on progress and feeling pain for the rest of the time, but the fever has gotten to an state where I could be killed.

But what's this? Why is there an emergency? Perhaps an escape from one of the half-elves that have been here in the prison-like buliding?

Find out next on Chapter 1: Fellow half-elf.