A/n: Ok, here it is. My very first Tales of the Abyss fanfic!! I have another account on here (the name is secret because I'm shy, which makes absolutely no sense, but there it is) but I wanted to make an account dedicated solely to Tales of... Cause I really love that series! It's my favorite series. Abyss is my favorite of the games so far, although I'm playing Vesperia now and it's really really good. But, I'm digressing. It's my bad habit.
Anyhow, yeah it's an OC fic. A few warnings: 1) This follows through most of the game, so if you haven't beat it and don't want spoilers...go beat it and then read! XD 2) I try to make my characters and stories as realistic as possible. Please let me know how I'm doing (not sure how that's a warning) 3) Jade is really hard for me to write!! I hope his personality is down. Please let me know if he's OOC cause I don't want that. -hides- Actually let me know if any of the charas are OOC. Anyway, I think that's all. For anyone who is actually still reading this author's note (which is probably no one unless you're cool like me XD), ON TO THE STORY!!! CHARGE!
Chapter I: Careful What You Wish For
Michaela set her textbook down with a loud sigh and stretched. She looked around her dorm room, blinking in the dim light from provided by her desk lamp. When had it gotten this dark? A glance at the bright red numbers on her clock informed her it was almost 11.
"Yikes," she muttered. "Two hours. I've never studied this much in my life!" She stood up, happily letting blood circulate once again through her butt which had fallen asleep after sitting so long in the hard wood chair. "Guess I'll take a walk before I go to bed," she said to herself.
Grabbing a hair tie off the desktop she pulled her wavy dark brown hair into a ponytail and headed out of the room. There was no telling when Lizzie, Michaela's wild roommate would be back (if ever), so she made sure to lock the door on her way out. She rarely left the room without locking it. The idea of having her precious laptop stolen did not give her pleasant feelings, nor did the thought of what her parents would do. She shivered as her image of their anger ran through her mind. Whoever had said college meant being free from your parents was definitely wrong. Sure, maybe they weren't breathing down her neck about homework everyday, but she still saw them every other weekend, not to mention the never ending phone calls. Besides, seeing as how they were paying for her to even go to college, pissing them off just did not seem like a particularly brilliant plan.
Michaela walked through the door leading outside and a blast of cold air hit her. She shoved her hands in her jeans pockets and bent her head down, shivering now from the freezing early December air. "Stupid, why didn't you wear a jacket?" she muttered to herself.
Once the wind died down and she'd adjusted to the cold a little, she was able to enjoy the night. The sky was clear and even dotted with a few glimmering stars, a rare occurrence with all the light pollution. Happily she headed for the fountain in the campus plaza. It was her favorite place to go at night because of the way the moonlight shimmered on the water and made it seem to almost glow. It was so beautiful. Recently she'd even started dreaming that one day her true love would propose to her beside a fountain glowing in the full moonlight. She giggled a little to herself and shook her head. It was silly to be thinking of such things now. And she had her doubts about whether Devon, her boyfriend for going on six months now, would hang around long enough for that time to come anyway.
She laughed a little at the thought of Devon proposing. They had met over spring break their Senior year on a vacation trip to the beach, and it hadn't taken long for Michaela to realize how not serious of a guy he was. Even so they'd a little thing over the break, and when they'd run into each other again over the summer and realized they would both be going to the same college, their spring fling had turned into a more serious relationship. At least, as serious as Devon could take. Still, he had given her the promise ring.
Michaela fingered the thing silver band around her ring finger, remembering how Devon had come to give it to her. One night about two weeks ago he had come onto her. When she refused and told him she wanted to wait until marriage, he'd gotten angry and it had turned into an argument that she had thought would be the end of their relationship. The next day however he'd slid a little box under her door with the ring inside and a note that said "I'll wait". It had made her giddy and almost want to cry because it was the sweetest thing he'd ever done for her. The subject hadn't come up since then, which made Michaela glad because she really had started to develop feelings for Devon. She didn't think she loved him, but it was definitely something close to that, and she was pretty sure she wouldn't mind spending her life with him. It was way too soon to be thinking about things like that of course.
A familiar voice made Michaela jerk out of her thoughts back to reality. Devon! Looking around for him, she realized she had already passed the fountain and was now standing near the Biology building. On a bench outside the building sat Devon and beside him sat a pretty girl in a mini dress. She was snuggled up against him and he had his arm around her waist while they laughed and talked cheerfully. Michaela stopped in her tracks and felt her heart stop with her. She could hear what they were saying and the sound of her name being said jerked her heart down to her stomach.
"A couple weeks ago, I was really getting into the moment, and do you know what she does? She pushes me off and tells me she wants to 'wait until marriage'," Devon was telling the girl. He said the last part in a high-pitched, mocking voice, and Michaela felt her heart sink a little lower. "Some crap about only wanting to share that part of herself with the one she really loves. I'm like, what the hell kinda shit is this?"
The girl giggled. "What a freak! Why didn't you just drop her then and there?"
Devon laughed. Michaela's heart dropped lower. "I was gonna. But then I thought about it, and realized I could make a game out of this. I'll lure her in until she falls in love with me, and then it'll be easy to convince her. And if not, I'll just have her by force and be done with it. How's the girl think I'm gonna survive for that long without any relief?"
The girl laughed again and rubbed his leg with her hand. "That's what I'm here for," she said seductively.
Michaela turned away in disgust as they kissed, arms wrapped tightly around her stomach in an effort to protect herself from she wasn't quite sure what. Her heart had dropped so low, she was pretty sure it would disappear any moment. She couldn't feel anything, nothing except for the tight, clenching pain in her chest, and the irresistible urge to throw up. Slowly she walked until she was in front of the fountain and she sat down on one of the stone benches and pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in them. The tears didn't come at first, but as she sat there, the scene she had just watched replaying unwillingly over and over again, they began to leak from her eyes and then she was sobbing uncontrollably.
This was Devon. Devon! Devon who had chased her laughing on the beach and tickling her. Devon who had been her first kiss, and who had been there for her when her kitty died. This was Devon who she had, she had…But this was it. She had seen his true colors and now it was over. Her hands clenched into fists. She hated him! She wanted to beat him until she was sure he would never get up again. But then a fond memory fluttered to the front of her mind and her fists unclenched, because she couldn't hate him, no matter how much she wanted to, no matter how much she should.
All she had been was a game to him.
She looked up at the thin sliver of moon hovering in the sky. "I can't believe I even thought about…" She shook her head and buried her face in her knees again. She couldn't stand to admit that she had been such an idiot when it should have been obvious all along what kind of a person he really was.
After awhile, Michaela lay down on the cool stone of the bench and stared at the sky and the stars twinkling in the blackness. A new fear gripped her. How would she face him? He probably thought she was such an idiot for being fooled by him for so long. She didn't think she could bear seeing him knowing what she knew now. If only she could disappear and never have to deal with it. A blur of light streaked across her vision and she blinked. It took a moment for Michaela to realize it was a shooting star. She sat up. Closing her eyes tightly, under her breath she whispered, "I wish I could disappear and go somewhere far, far away where I'll never have to see him again."
She kept her eyes shut for a few seconds longer in hopes that might make the wish come true. Then she stood up, shaking her head. "I'm being stupid," she mumbled as she started back towards her dorm. "Running away isn't going to solve anything. I'll just lock myself up in my room and never show myself again."
A bright light suddenly lit up the sky around Michaela, so bright that she couldn't see anything else. She held up her hand as if to shield her eyes, even though it didn't actually hurt. The light was bright, but it was also gentle, like the warm light of a star embracing her in its depths.
"That is exactly what this is, Michaela."
Michaela's attention snapped forward to the tall man standing before her wearing long pale green and white robes. Long white hair floated down his back onto the ground around his feet. She blinked at him once, then twice, waiting for herself to wake up. When she didn't, she shook her head and tried again, but he was still standing there in the middle of this bright nothingness.
"Uh…who are you?" she asked finally.
"I am Ebearaa, Granter of Wishes," he replied in his calmly surreal voice. "I have come to grant your wish."
Michaela gaped at him. "You're…what?"
"You made a wish on a shooting star, and I have come to grant that wish," he explained.
"Right," Michaela said. "So, when do I wake up?" She added in a lower tone to herself, "This is completely nuts. You're so screwed up, now you're hallucinating!"
"This is no dream or vision, Michaela. I have looked into the weaves of fate and decided to grant you your wish." He held up his hand and placed his palm on her forehead. "I will send you to a world far away from this place. When you wake up you will be there."
"Wait a minute, you're doing what?" Michaela cried. "Hold on, this is not what I meant! When I said far away I meant a different state or maybe a different country. I don't want to go to another world!"
"It has already been decided."
"Wait a minute! You can't just—" But before she could finish her sentence, unconsciousness overtook her.
A loud rumbling noise filled her ears, making her head hurt. She fought with unconsciousness for a moment, and then her eyes snapped open to see a crowd of strangely dressed people all standing around her staring down at her and all talking. Michaela sat up, resting a hand to her throbbing head. "Ugh. Where am I?" she mumbled to no one in particular. She shook her head and focused her attention on the crowd of people.
"—just appeared out of nowhere! Was this mentioned in the Score?"
"How strange. Look at the way she's dressed."
"Where did she come from?"
Appeared out of nowhere? Wait a minute! That Ebeer guy had said he was sending her to another world. "Aw crap," she said. The people were starting to move closer. Looking around nervously, Michaela saw her space on all sides slowly starting to disappear. She hunched her knees up a little. "Hey, um, can you guys back off a little? I get kinda claustrophobic," she said. Instead of listening they just got even closer, making Michaela more and more nervous by the second.
A woman suddenly reached out and tried to grab Michaela's arm. Michaela jerked back, slapping the woman's hand away more from a reaction than hostility, but the woman stepped away as did several of the other people. "Do you think she's dangerous?" someone whispered. "Maybe we should take care of her before anything happens."
Michaela saw a few of their eyes flash dangerously and she grimaced. "Okay, time to get out of here, Michaela," she said. She braced herself and then dashed towards the crowd, keeping her body crouched low and hoping they would be startled enough to move aside. It worked and she burst gratefully into free, open air. She ran behind a building where there were no people and since no one seemed to be following, stopped to rest. She leaned against the wall of the building and slid down. "What have I gotten myself into now?" she wondered, leaning her head back.
Michaela jumped and looked around for the source of the noise. She heard it again and then felt something moving on her leg. She looked down and shrieked at the sight of a small pink thing squeezing its way out of her pants pocket. "What the—" she cried. She jumped again as the thing popped all the way out and pressed her back against the wall as if she could escape that way.
The thing ruffled its…feathers? and looked up at her through tiny, beady black eyes. One long white feather stuck up from the top of its head. Michaela realized it was probably some sort of bird although it was perfectly round except for the little bump that was its head and it was actually kind of "Cute!" she exclaimed. "But what are you? And why were you in my pocket?"
"Well, there wasn't anywhere else to go, cheapie," the thing said in an equally adorable voice. "My name is Cheapie! Lord Ebearaa sent me to be your guide!"
"Cheapie. Creative name," Michaela mumbled sarcastically. "So can you tell me where the heck we are?"
"I have no idea," Cheapie replied.
"What? I thought you were supposed to be my guide!"
"Well, I said that, but I'm really more of a companion to make sure you aren't all alone."
"Helpful," Michaela said. "Well, what do you suggest we do now? I'm not sure I feel safe going back out there."
"Look at that place," Cheapie said, flying up with two tiny wings that couldn't be seen when he wasn't using them and facing a large gray-stone building that looked like a giant cathedral. "Let's go there!"
"Yeah, that kinda looks like a church. It should be safe enough," Michaela agreed, standing up and brushing herself off. "Maybe we can actually find someone who can help us."
She ran to it, hoping no one would decide to attack her before she got there. A few people cast her glances, but other than that they mostly ignored her. She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the long set of stairs leading up to the building and started climbing, Cheapie flying just beside her head. Two men clad in heavy armor and holding long spears that looked dangerously pointy flanked the door leading into the building and Michaela hesitated, but they made no move to stop her as she approached the door and pushed it open. It was surprisingly lightweight for its size.
Inside it was cool and happily free of people except for a few more guards and a man wearing dark red robes lined with gold who looked a lot like a priest. She approached him. "Um, I was wondering if, uh, you could." She fumbled for a way to phrase this without sounding completely insane, but before she could think of anything, the priest spoke.
"You have come to have your Score read, yes? Please hold still, and I will read it for you," he said.
"Huh?" she asked, stepping back as he held his hand out to her. He stood still with his eyes closed for a moment. Michaela waited for something to happen. When nothing did, the priest opened his eyes and peered at her.
"That's strange," he said. "Here, let me try again."
"Try what again?" Michaela asked, but he had already resumed the 'Heil Hitler' position. She rolled her arms and waited until he had opened his eyes again.
"That's very strange," he repeated. "I wonder…" Michaela heard the sound of the doors behind them closing and the priest looked over her shoulder. "Grand Maestro Mohs!" he called. "Something very strange is happening. This girl, it's like she doesn't have a Score."
Michaela turned around to see a fat man in white robes and a freaky hat looking their way flanked by two of the soldiers. When his eyes fell on her, they widened and he pointed. "That's the one! Arrest her immediately!"
"What?" Michaela cried as the two soldiers grabbed her roughly by the arms and started to drag her backwards. "Ow! Hey!"
"Sir, what's going on?" the priest asked.
"Don't worry. This girl is a disruption to the Score, but she will be taken care of," the fat man, 'Grand Maestro Mohs' said. He turned to the soldiers holding her. "Take her to the Headquarters. She is to be executed immediately."
Michaela's eyes widened. Say what?
End of Chapter I
A/n: Ah, I thought of another warning...Jade doesn't technically come in until chapter 3. I will update soon, depending on reviews. If no reviews, probably about a week from now. If I get reviews, I might give in and update sooner. Though this is assuming people are actually interested in my story... Aiya, I wish I had more confidence. Breathe, breathe.... Ellipses are fun!!!