My first ToS fic! I'm going to go back later and show the journey of regeneration Yuan joins before this. also I added the doll, Yu because I wanted to find a way to get more banter out of the characters, so I had Yuan pick it up on the journey. Just think of him as Corrine but more talkative!
Yuan strode purposefully through the valley in front of the Tower of Salvation. His customary beige clothing and ornate armor of a time and age long since vanished was gone. Instead he was dressed in a very simple tunic , blue leggings and a white top.
It had been the most eventful day of his eternal life for almost a thousand years. He was going to falsify the deaths of certain major political and religious figures. To be precise the deaths of the chosen of Tethe'alla and their companions. The seals were open. The Mana would flow without or without one more angel on Derris Kharlan.
"How you went along with this without asking any questions for 3000 years is beyond me." A little Yuan-like doll on his shoulder berated him.
"Apathy is death, worse than death. I'm going to atone for that, by stopping the abomination of Cruxis...
"...By killing her brother." Yuan muttered, staring at the ring on his left hand.
Streaming across its surface were two markings 'YM' and a marriage vow that had faded along with her life so long ago even he couldn't remember it.
Somehow that still brought about a twinge in his stone heart, hot and sharp, maybe it was guilt, he'd been having that feeling a lot recently.
"Just keep your mouth shut when we're in there and I'll create a reason to meet them where we agreed." He ordered the doll as the vast expanse between him and the door lay over small chasm grew smaller. Normally the chosen would unlock the door, but Yuan had a Cruxis Crystal of greater value and the chosen was out there, alive.
"Roger that, sir!." The little doll replied, doing an exaggerated salute, before shuffling across Yuan's shoulder to whipser in his ear.
"You did the right thing, you know. Telling them everything."
"I know, Yu. I can't live like Kratos taking orders from a brat Mithos' age." Yuan chuckled, maybe the years hadn't been that cruel to him, maybe his body wasn't the only thing that had lost its sense of time.
As Yuan extended his foot into the abyss, the familiar staircase he'd seen on countless journey's of world regeneration past, a flash at the edge of his vision caught Yuan's attention.
"Waaaaah!" Yu screamed, grabbing onto Yuans shoulder with both hands as he was whipped around and almost thrown off.
'Following me? It can't be them, they know the time and place to meet me, and they trust me not to die. At least i thought they trusted me' Yuan thought to himself
'If it's an assassin, then be sure to leave them an opening to get in, if Yggdrasill is keeping tabs on us, question him and nip it in the bud.' Yu's voice answered from inside the same skull as Yuan's.
As Yuan strode through the gate to the tower of Salvation, the little doll, Yu climbing back up his arm and yelling at him to be more considerate, two shadows moved along the high cliff face behind Yuan as he crossed the threshold. One sank slowly into the rock below, while the other dark shadow flew through the air as a cape caught in the wind, towards the door, and hiding in Yuan's own shadow.