A new pattern about my stories: I love crossing over the worlds of Symphonia and Zelda. They have so many similarities (although I'm too lazy to list them all). As the summary told you, this one's about Mithos. All about him. But what if he got a glimpse of the future. How does one do that anyway? This one doesn't crossover the two worlds of Symphonia and Zelda but I'm taking a Zelda character and placing him in the world of Symphonia. Who is it exactly and how will he help Mithos on his quest of self-discovery? Only one way to know for sure…you got to read the story.
Anyways, since I don't have the energy to tell this story myself, I have created a person to do it for me. Please, everyone, meet Mr. Narrator Guy! So my voice would be bolded like this, while his voice would be italic like so. Say hello already…
Mr. Narrator Guy? Couldn't you come up with a better name than that?
No, so anyway, start this story already, starting with the disclaimer.
Fine. Anime Theologist doesn't own anything except the concept of the story
CHAPTER ONE: THE
STRANGE MAN ON A STUMP
So, now that we got things rolling, I'll let Mr. Narrator Guy take it from here…
Alright, let's see…ahem! After winning the battle against Yggdrasill…
You're too far. Move backwards…
Oh, alright then…Lloyd and Colette were standing besides each other looking over Flanoir…
Still too far into the future. Keep going.
In the village of Iselia, Lloyd was sleeping like he always did: Standing up. Until an eraser was thrown at his head…
Still too far…
You can't go any further!
Go back to the beginning! Before Symphonia and before everything!
Then why didn't you say so? In the beginning…
Here we go…
In the beginning, there was man. And for a time, it was good. But humanity's so-called civil societies soon fell victim to vanity and corruption. Then man made the machine in his own likeness. Thus did man become the architect of his own demise…
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What?
What you just said was from the movie: the Animatrix: The Second Renaissance. Read the script I gave you.
Then why didn't you just say so? I got your script right here!
Then why aren't you reading off of it?
...I was having too much fun.
Just go.
In the beginning, there was a great tree that supplied the world with infinite mana and all was good. All races of the world got along with each other. No fighting, no bloodshed, just infinite bliss. Suddenly, the world was thrown into chaos. Races fought each other and a development in magitechnology caused the giant tree of infinite mana to wither away. Just when man's darkest hour was at hand, a young swordsman, his sister, his mentor and a companion of the swordsman stopped the war and restored peace in the world. It seemed that this newly acquired peace would reign forever.
At least one day, twelve hours, three minutes, two seconds, and 68.9 milliseconds after signing the treaty ending the great war against races, the great swordsman, Mithos Yggdrasill was walking on the dirt path with his mentor, Kratos Aurion, about the acquired goods they received in the town that they just came from. It seems that Martel, Mithos' sister, wanted to celebrate the new-found peace by whipping up some of her famous stew. She needed some ingredients: A rabbit's foot, some leaks, onions, and carrots. She already had the leaks and onions and finding a rabbit wasn't too hard. All that was left was the carrots. Unfortunately, Martel didn't have any. Fortunately, a town was nearby. So Martel and Yuan, one of Mithos' companions, stayed and looked after the camp that they settled in while Mithos and Kratos went to get the carrots.
While in town, there was uproar. A robber was running away with an old woman's goods. Leave it to the heroes to stop him. The old woman was so grateful that she offered Mithos and Kratos one of three items: A cloth that would make a sword sparkle with only one swipe, an blue ocarina and a gold-colored mask with a jewel on the top. Immediately, Kratos claimed the cloth, to Mithos' dismay. Now Mithos was only left with two items: The ocarina and the mask.
Back on the path, Kratos decided to ask Mithos why he had chosen the object he had chosen.
"And why did you take the mask?" asked Kratos, crossing his arms.
"Cause it matched my eyes," replied Mithos, placing the mask over his face.
"It makes you look like an idiot."
"What would you know about fashion?"
"More than you think?"
"Oh really? Enlighten me Master Kratos."
"Alright. Boys have a tendency to choose colors of a darker shade such as blue and black. Girls have a tendency to choose light colors such as pink or red."
"…that's not true. Some boys choose to wear pink."
"Name one person that we've met on our travels that wore pink."
"…uh…um…"
"Thought so. You probably hate that mask."
"Alright. So I hate the mask."
"Then why did you choose it then?"
"Because one, I can use it to scare Martel. And two, I can sell it for at least fifty gald."
Mithos and Kratos came upon a hill. On top of the hill they saw a man sitting on a stump. This man had short red hair, wore an outfit of purple, and had purple shoes that curled at the end and a rather large backpack full of masks. Also, he had an expression on his face that looked stressed out.
"My mask, my beautiful mask," he mumbled.
"Mask?" asked Mithos. "What mask?"
He looked up and saw that Mithos was wearing a mask.
"Hmmm...that mask…could it be…yes it is! It is it is it is! You're wearing my mask!"
"Hold up, this is my mask. I got it fair and square."
"What makes you say it is yours," asked Kratos.
"Good sir, do you even know what that mask is capable of?" asked the man.
"You mean it can do something?" asked Mithos. "What can it do?"
"That mask is capable of bending time and space, allowing one to travel through both dimensions and time at a whim."
"That still doesn't make it yours," replied Kratos. "Is there any proof?"
"Look at the rim behind the mask. There should be the initials HMS."
Mithos took off the mask, turned it around and said, "Son of a gun, there it is. What does that mean anyway?"
"Happy Mask Salesman," he replied. "That's me and that's my mask. I lost it to some bandits a few days earlier. And now, I will kindly take back my mask."
"Fair enough," replied Kratos. "Mithos, give him the mask."
"…no," said Mithos.
"No?" asked the Salesman and Kratos together.
"No."
"And why, pray tell, can you give me the mask?"
"Because it matches my eyes."
"Mithos, you just told me you didn't like the mask," said Kratos.
"Well, I like it now," replied Mithos. "Besides, I still don't trust him. He could be lying. HMS could stand for anything, you know. He still has to prove the mask is his."
"Then tell me how I can prove it to you," replied the Salesman.
Mithos thought for a minute. Then, he said, "Since you say you already know how to use the mask's powers, I want you to show me my future."
There was a silence for a minute. Finally, the Salesman nodded. "Alright, I'll grant your wish but first we must pay a visit to someone."
"Who is this person?" asked Kratos.
"You'll see soon enough. Please keep your hands and feet inside the tunnel at all times."
"I don't see a tunnel," said Mithos.
The mask began to glow. Suddenly, a multi-colored tunnel appeared beneath them. Mithos and Kratos fell inside, screaming.
"That tunnel," sighed the Salesman as he too jumped into the tunnel. The tunnel closed. This was going to be one of those days.
There, that's chapter one done. Now we'll move onto chapter two, if the writer feels like writing…
We'll see…if anyone likes this please R&R and no flames…
You just don't want to get burnt, do you?
Who doesn't?
I see what you mean…
