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A/N: Le gasp! We have another chapter now being updated XD! I swear all the schools have to be coming out to get everyone because this month, my teachers are piling out essays, research papers, and all these different kind of projects on us and it’s like “what the hell?” So really this is has been the only time I managed to finish this but I do apologize for the long wait. Before we get started though…one quick thing to point out:
Aselia is NOT ISLEIA IT IS THE NAME OF THE PLANET WHICH THEY LIVE ON. The problem is people think the name of the planet is “Symphonia” but if you have played “Tales of Phantasia” then you will see that the name of the planet is in fact Aselia. I know it sounds like “Iselia” but it's actually not and as to why they chose a name sounding so similar to "Iselia" is beyond me (but facts are facts so not much can be done otherwise i suppose P )
So with that said and done….onward to chapter two! Ohh…and erm….I don’t own Symphonia.
Chapter two:
Previously-
In complete fear, little Lloyd brought up his arms and shut his eyes as he screamed out in hysteria. “DADDY!!”
An un-describable pain stabbed his heart as the Seraph struggled against the creature’s weight. From the burning flames, the memories of the past and present fused together as Kratos’ features pale. “No, please…..martel not again…’
“LLOYD!”
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The black flames came rushing towards the young two year old. As the frightful cries echoed in the air, Kratos struggled and managed to free a hand as he quickly directed it towards the wolf and muttered an incantation. Large fireballs assaulted the creature and caused it to emit a painful howl. Feeling the weight lift off him, Kratos rolled and grabbed Flameberge as he struggled to his feet. He then ran to Lloyd in an attempt to save him while the other four wolves growled and charged towards the angel. Yet as the flames were about to engulf the child, a blade of thunder crashed down and a blast of electricity acted as a shield. Another lightning wave came barreling through, following the previous magic spell. The four wolves before the Seraph cried out from the bolts of lighting and, hearing a yelp behind him, Kratos turned to find the first wolf being stabbed through with a sharp-edged pole weapon.
With its last breath, the wolf dissolved in a black smoke and revealed a blue-haired individual. His shoulder length hair was pulled back into a low pony tail with a black traveling cloak draped over his shoulders. Small black arm guards were strapped over a pair of gloves. Underneath the cloak was a pair of black pants and a white long-sleeve shirt. Wiping some blood off his face, the ten year old glanced up and smirked; an arrogant spark evident in his emerald eyes as he spoke.
“Gee Kratos, you and danger seem to be best friends. Where one goes the other always seems to follow close behind. It’s a wonder how anyone in your family managed to live for so long because I swear it’s generic in your bloodline.”
“Yu—“ The words couldn’t escape him. A stab of pain caused Kratos to flinch and grab hold of the injury on his right shoulder. Yet despite the pain, shock and relief was evident in his eyes as he stared at the other Seraph before him. Small footsteps and cries alerted the two of the smaller one. As the child ran over, Kratos kneeled down and, placing Flameberge besides him, embraced Lloyd who wrapped small arms around him. With a smile, Kratos leaned down and whispered small words of comfort to the sobbing child while silently thanking Martel. Yuan glanced up and narrowed his eyes slightly. The four wolves lying dead on the ground began to disintegrate in the atmosphere. Through the smoke the remains of the building, where the dragon once was, were faintly visible. Another thunderous roar bellowed behind them, and as Yuan turned he found himself faced with the same dragon as it prepared for another attack. ‘Shit, when did it—‘
Turning to the other angel, Yuan barely managed to shout a warning as the flames were released and sent towards them. “Kratos, jump back!”
Grabbing Lloyd and Flameberge, Kratos extended his wings and managed to fly back while Yuan used his angelic abilities. The flames hit seconds after the two dodged, and as they dissipated a gigantic charred crater was left before them. With a low growl, the dragon eyes slowly changed to crimson and a loud voice pierced the air.
“You can not run angels. It will be ours. It will be in our grasp and this world will know true fear once again. We will give judgment to those who have sealed us and we will start with this planet. It will serve as our new domain and will act as a warning for those who try to oppose us once more.”
The wind began to pick up once the voice died out. As the dragon ascended, a fierce wind blew onto the ground. Taking to the skies, it spiraled upward and was out of view as it left Iselia in flames. Kratos released his hold on Lloyd and stood a bit behind Yuan while he retracted his wings.
“His words…”
Yuan returned the weapon over his shoulder while surveying the devastation left in their wake. “This isn’t meaningless slaughter, Kratos. That thing was seeking something out.”
“Do you propose that this creature could have been from the comet?” Kratos asked.
Yuan let out a breath. “Probably and I doubt it’s the only one. The message he left behind however, may shed some light and give further leads along with the previous information I managed to gather back at the base.”
“So you know what’s going on?”
“I have a vague idea but we can discuss it later. In the meanwhile we should tend to those injured including yourself. It’ll be better to contemplate once everything becomes settled—“
A crash from behind prevented him from finishing his statement. As he heard Lloyd’s cries, Yuan spun around to discover Kratos collapsed on the ground; his breathing rasped and his face twisted in pain. Cursing in angelic, Yuan ran over to assist the fallen Seraph; failing to notice the black figure which loomed over Iselia distances away. Closing its light crimson eyes, the creature began to change form. Black wings sprouted from the human-like figure. As it began to gather mana, strands of moonlit hair blew in the forming wind. A small whirlwind picked up before the figure vanished completely; leaving only a trail of black feathers behind.
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The wax candle rested on the wooden table. In candle light, a writer moved his ink pen across a worn piece of paper; forming words with each stroke. The clock chimed and turning to see the time, the writer sighed and placed down the pen. He moved a hand behind the flame and blew it out as he left the dark room to retire for the night. Yet as the door closed, the winter breeze came in and began to blow the pages open. After all, an author doesn’t need to be present for a story to continue; a story writes itself.
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The following day came quickly after the previous events. As the people outside began to start the reconstruction of their small town, Kratos rested in the upper room of the chosen’s house with the eight children. Through the upper window, light managed to shine through and rest on the form of the injured Seraph; a damp cloth resting on his forehead. From a few feet away, Lloyd stared at the figure of his father; guilt evident on his features.
“Daddy…”
Sheena and Colette walked over to the saddened boy. When approaching closer, the summoner placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and gave a small smile.
“It kay Lloydie…you no have to be sad…” Sheena said.
Colette nodded in agreement. “No sad, Lloydie! Kratos fine…”
Lloyd shook his head and tried to wipe the tears away onto the back of his sleeve. “No hes not! Lloyd stupid! Was told to stay but nos listen. Tries to help and…and….” The words never escaped him. As he held back a choked sob, Lloyd buried himself into a protective ball in an attempt to shield himself away from the others. With sympathy, Colette kneeled down and pulled Lloyd into a hug.
“Its okays.” Colette quietly whispered to the sobbing child.
Sheena ruffled his messy brown hair and sat down before them both Indian style. “What Collie said! Wheres I live, when ninja get hurt it good thing! Show how they tough and strong in battle! And shows they have lots and lots of skill!”
Lloyd glanced up and sniffed. “Reallies?”
Sheena jumped back up and placed both hands on her hips in a proud pose. “YEP, YEP!”
Regal and the others came over as Lloyd calmed down; Regal and Raine holding Genis and Presea with Zelos standing a small distance away.
“…Kratos will live…” Regal stated in a calm tone.
Zelos stared at the ground as he spoke; his voice quiet compared to the others. “…When parents care, they no want to leave the person they care about alone…..Kratos cares, so he won’t die…”
“Well put, Zelie!” Sheena stated; the small summoner bounding over as she gave the chosen a pat on the back.
A sudden wave of guilt coursed through the three and half year-old. As a silent scream reverberated in his mind, Zelos flinched and unconsciously backed away. In confusion, Sheena removed the hand and tilted her head.
“Zelie?”
Zelos stared at the ground. “Sorries…”
A moan toward the direction of the bed caught everyone’s attention. Seeing Kratos shift, the others ran over with Lloyd in lead as the brunette scrambled onto the bed; the others gathering around.
“Daddy?”
Slowly the world came into focus for Kratos. As his senses returned, the Seraph opened his eyes and blinked in order to adjust to the bright light. Seeing the little two year-old before him on his chest, Kratos shifted and leaned against an arm as he partially sat up.
“…Lloyd…”
“Daddy!” With re-newed tears, the child wrapped his arms around Kratos as the older returned his hug with a one-arm embrace. From around them, the other kids cheered and Sheena climbed onto the end part of the bed.
“See Lloydie I tells you! Kratos strong just like Ninja peoples!”
“…..” Zelos sighed and turned away from the others. The pain he pushed down began to re-surface into the child’s mind. Images of the snow, blood, and those six hated words, reverberated fresh in his memory as he sat a distance away and held his head in his small hands; an attempt to block out the haunting images. Yet unknown to the three year old, one child watched him with sad eyes. Before Sheena could voice a question, however, the doorway opened and Yuan walked inside; a tray of cookies and milk in his hands with a separate glass of water.
“Looks like someone finally decided to get up. And here I thought you were just being lazy.” The half-elf stated with a smirk.
Upon seeing the mass of treats, the kids ran over and crowded Yuan in an effort to grab the snacks. Shouts like “Settle down you brats!” and “Go away dammit” caused Kratos to stifle a chuckle as Sheena and Lloyd both scrambled down to join the others. However, upon seeing Zelos, Lloyd stopped and stood before the three and half year-old.
“Zelie? Are you comings?” Lloyd asked; tilting his head slightly.
Zelos stared up at the extended hand in confusion as the younger smiled brightly.
“Wes go together, kay?” Lloyd asked.
He looked at the hand and frowned; an inner turmoil waging on in his mind. Yet seeing the small brunette waiting, the red-head gave a weak smile and took the hand; a warm feeling spreading inside him.
“…kay…Lloyd…”
After placing the tray down, Yuan walked over and handed the Seraph a glass of water while he sat on the edge of the bed.
“I told Phaidra to just give you the glass of water despite her insisting for soup.” Yuan said.
Kratos finished the glass and set in on the side table. “It’s fine I would have preferred the water anyway. How long was I out for?”
“Just for the night, it’s morning now. You had Frank and the br—kids in a panic when I brought you inside.”
“Lloyd is unharmed though?” Kratos asked.
Yuan scoffed. “The kid has no injuries, Kratos, as you saw for yourself; so relax.” He thought for a brief moment before continuing. “Frank and Phaidra also send you their apologies for allowing Lloyd to escape.”
Kratos shook his head. “Lloyd’s been known to never stay put when told to. Even when traveling with Anna and myself he would give us the same problems so it would be my own fault for failing to consider that.”
“Must run in the family then.” Yuan muttered. On instinct, Yuan ducked under a smack and let out a dry laugh as Kratos growled. “You know it’s true, Kratos. You never followed what Mithos and I told you, so Lloyd obviously got it from his father. They do say that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree after all.”
“And I am assuming you didn’t just come up here to jab immature taunting?”
Yuan nodded and gave Kratos a serious expression. “I came here to discuss what has been occurring from the time we lost contact till now. I discovered some interesting information about the phenomenon and I’m sure by now you noticed that are some significant changes that go beyond the aging part.”
Memories of the previous battle flashed into Kratos’ mind as he spoke. “So, the same thing has happened to you as well?”
“No I suddenly managed to advance with the Cruxis crystal and transform just like Mithos. What do you think, Kratos?” Yuan stated; his voice laced in sarcasm.
“What I think is that someone has been under massive amounts of stress in these past few days. You haven’t used sarcasm like that since the last Cruxis meeting we held, a while back, where Pronyma’s exaggerated compliments were granting on everyone’s patience.”
Yuan gave a dry laugh in reply to the comment. “Yea well you’ll probably find yourself experiencing similar feelings as myself, my friend. Because unless you wish to be permanently trapped in these adolescent forms, we need to find means to reverse the situation in about three month’s time. And if we don’t hurry, then we may even have lesser time as we won’t even have Aselia to live on. Cause both the planet and ourselves will be receiving exactly what we have been waiting now for 4,000 years if nothing is done: early deaths.”
(End chapter two: start chapter three)
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