Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia, or any other related media that I may reference in this story. Hell, I probably stole this disclaimer from a fan fiction I read long ago.

My name is Andrew. Since you disregarded my advice to burn this journal, I should give you some background.

I am 22 years old. I live in a small town where drug usage is highest in my country.

I like to dress in costume and fight with fake swords with friends on the weekends. We call it LARPing.

I'm engaged to be married.

I hate my job.

I write.

I used to play this video game called Tales of Symphonia in my spare time every once in a while, in which Lloyd Irving takes his party of heroes on a quest to save… You get my meaning.

Two weeks ago, I found this game in a marketplace on vacation. I paid too much money to a man with too much free time in order to play a game I've beaten too many times oh so long ago. The rotund shopkeep told me that I'd like revisiting my adolescence with this game. Coming home, I grabbed a six pack of beer and began to drunkenly amble down memory lane. I don't remember how far I got into the journey of Regeneration

I woke up in a field surrounded by green grasses, blue skies, and silence. As sweet zephyrs softly buffeted my torso, I realized that my craft beer-soaked clothes were replaced by my Bardic garb: a simple cerulean tunic that reached my knees, bound by a blue, purple and silver braided belt, which were accompanied by my flowing midnight-hued cape paired with matching trousers nearly covering my cheap leather sandals. The only thing missing was my foam pointed ears. Tucking my long hair behind an ear, I found the skin to taper off into a point naturally.

"Unreal." I gasped, the first words out of my mouth since I swore under my breath at the dastardly old console that threatened to tear my pressed piece of perfection when I first drunkenly inserted the disc. "Well, Silas is part Elf." It wasn't long before I got my bearings. Even in the possible dream of Sylvarant, the area seemed solid. "I'm north of Hakonesia Peak, which puts me nearest to Asgard." With naught to my name but the clothes on my back, I set my internal compass to town.

With the Sun beginning his descent into the western horizon, I found myself bereft of any way to properly defend myself against, well, anything. I picked up the pace, hoping to weasel my way into a safe place to sleep. I cut against the woods, wary of the gargantuan insects chittering within. The gate, as well as the dreams of food and shelter seemed tantalizingly within reach. "C'mon." I cajoled myself between gasps as my knees pumped. I made the mistake of coming too close within the tree line, and I felt a sudden weight on my cape. Twisting my torso towards my foe, I caught a glimpse of a Thief's bandana. "Gorramnit!" I barked brusquely as he brandished a knife. "I don't have any money! I'm a monk!" Needless to say, he did not seem pleased.

"I guess I'll just have to take it out of your hide!" He returned as he brought the knife down on my back. With a frantic jerk, I was able to turn the lethal blow into a graze down my side. The white-hot pain of the knife seared its way down as I kicked him off of my cape with the wild roar of a cornered beast. Tick one point for not dreaming. My mind raced for answers, for a word, for a phrase. In a fit of desperation, I assumed my casting stance. Left hand and foot pointed toward the foe. Deep breath. Time slowed. My heart fluttered as he scrambled to his feet. "My power shoves thee." He stood up, ready to pounce. "My power shoves thee!" He began to advance on me in a dead run. "My Power Shoves Thee! SHOVE!" The winds picked up, hearing my call. The thief stopped, only to be flung back to the tree with a pained grunt, the force of the impact separating him from his dagger. Taking my chance, I dove for the short blade and thrust it up through his ribcage, expelling hot blood and shuddered gasps in one fluid motion.

I began to hear ragged breath, it took a moment for me to realize that I was the source as the man before me gave his last moments ago. Still high on adrenaline, I swiped his purse and attached it to my belt, as well as the knife, quickly cleaned with a wipe on the ground. Heart rate returning to normal, I felt the nagging pang of guilt gnaw at my stomach. "Forgive me. Rest in Peace, brother." I blurted out to the corpse. The Sun shone red as it began to hide behind the cliffs behind Asgard. On shaky legs, I entered the City of Ruins. In the shadow of the mountains, I saw none but distant figures disappearing into homes. I checked the purse. 1000 Gald, much more than I'd ever expect from one of his kind. Shaking my head, I strolled over to the inn – Vortex Inn. With a creak of the door, I entered. My stomach growled at my priorities, only to be drowned out by the thumping of my heart. "R-Room please." I stuttered out.

"200 Gald for a night, sonny." The elder lady replied warmly from behind the counter. I produced what seemed to be a fifth of my blood money and silently slid it over to her. "Thank you. Your bed is right through that doorway." I muttered a word of thanks before rounding the corner. The room was empty, save for a younger woman smoothing out the beds. We exchanged brief words of greeting as I removed my flowing cape and folded it out beside me. A more awake person would be wary about sleeping in the company of strangers, but my befuddled brain would have none of it. I kicked my sandals off and placed them under my bed shortly before climbing under the pale green cover. As I drifted off into the ether, I made a mental checklist, in case I woke up in the same bed.

-Find more money and a better blade: Everything that the world owes me.

-Find the Chosen, and try to piggyback on her journey of Regeneration

-Sort life out, buy milk.

I chuckled to myself quietly before losing consciousness.

A/N: I got Tales of Symphonia about a decade ago, right about the time as I got into writing as a hobby. I promised myself that one day, I'd make a self-insert fan fiction and make it all the way through the final battle. The time has come for me to take up the pen. I hope you enjoy this story at least a fraction of what I do. Thank you for reading, and I do enjoy any and all reviews.