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Warning: The following contents may not be suitable for audiences under the age of fourteen. This may include violence, sexual situations, and language. The author will not be held responsible should you choose to ignore this warning as you have been warned.
Author's Note: This fanfiction is a direct sequel to the game. References to the Japanese Ps2 version will be included. This fanfiction will contain spoilers. You have been warned. This will be a two part fanfiction, meaning there will be a sequel to ths fanfiction later. If I have no further writers block, there should be at least fifty chapters in each.
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Tales of Symphonia: Memories of Rainhart
by Mai Hayami
Chapter Uploaded: November 26, 2005
Chapter Revised and Re-uploaded: December 22, 2005
The sky was blanketed by stark grey clouds and the air chilled in a matter of seconds. Rain began to fall, clapping an applause at the performance of dancing lightning and the music of thunder. The roads became muddy and dark, obscured in a rainy atmosphere.
"There he is! Don't let him get away!"
Running footsteps rang throughout the damp field before the sound of a young man slipping onto the ground face first was heard. Hearing more footsteps behind, he quickly stood up and continued his escape, grasping his single katana at his side preparing to defend himself if necessary. He had brown hair and deep blue eyes. He wore a white keigoki jacket over a black T-shirt. On each of his wrists were black wristbands. He also wore a white tokaido arashi pants and white boots.
It was a group of soldiers pursuing him. Even with their speed and great numbers, they could hardly keep up with the target.
"Lieutenant Hale, our forces are unable to capture the target!" The man was at the wheel of a strange vehicle with binoculars.
"Amateurs," the female lieutenant responded with a hardly audible voice. She stood in the back of the military landrover, aiming her gun at her prey. With accurate precision, she fired a single shot loud enough to silence thunder.
The young man tightly grinded his teeth together, the burning bullet tearing through his flesh; his legs. He tried to ignore the pain and continue but his strength was forced out as if he had run a thousand miles.
"The target has ceased," the soldier reported in awe.
"Capture and bind the him." She dropped down to take her seat. She had blonde hair rolled into a bun and red piercing eyes. Her uniform was not all that different from her subordinate's; blue military uniform but the only difference was she was the only one who had a cape.
"Ma'am." The soldier drove off to where the swordsman had collapsed.
The white-clad swordsman knelt to one knee at the edge of what seemed to be a steep cliff. Displaying his sharp pearly whites, he growled at the soldiers like a dog ready to strike. However, the military didn't back away nor slow down as they approached him.
The vehicle came to a halt and Lieutenant Hale stepped out, once again aiming her gun at her prey. "I advise you to surrender yourself peacefully to the military."
His deep blue eyes locked onto her ruby red eyes. "Like hell I will," he snarled.
"You don't have much of a choice," she crossed her arms, "not with that wound."
He was unable to stand let alone run away. Glancing behind him, he determined the height and angle of the cliff was not as life threatening as it would seem to be. The brown-haired man grinned and the lieutenant's eye twitched slightly. Unsheathing his blade, he drove it into the ground, managing to crumble the hard rock he was on. As lightning struck at a distance, he and fragments of the cliff plummeted towards the base.
The soldiers, shocked and bemused, snapped out of their small trance and rushed towards the edge of what was left of the drop-off and started firing their rounds aimlessly.
"How reckless," she muttered. "Cease firing! We will discontinue pursuit of the target for now."
"Ma'am!" her troops complied without any objections. Lieutenant Hale returned to her seat on the vehicle.
Chapter 1: I'm Toma! The Mysterious Swordsman Appears.
Later, the rain continued to clap an applause on the stone streets of New Palmacosta. The city has progressed significantly since the redevelopment, but there were a few building still under construction.
A familiar swordsman in red leaned against the stone cold all of a building with shading to protect him from the rain. His hands were pocketed in his pants pockets as he stared up into the stark grey clouds above. Laying beside him was a large green and white creature whom was trying to get some sleep.
"I wonder how the others are doing," he asked himself more than to anyone in particular.
"Lloyd." A blonde female stuck her head out the window beside the red-clad young man.
"Oh, hey, Colette." He smiled at her. "I was just thinking about the others." He glanced back up to the heavens.
"We haven't seen them for such a long time." She rested her chin on her hands before giving a quick peek at Noishe, "And I'm sure he misses them as well." It was silent for a while, save for the raindrops that clashed with hard stone. "Oh, I know! Why don't we pay them a visit tomorrow?"
He smiled. "I guess it can't hurt."
"Yeah!" she cheered. "I can't wait!"
Noishe's ear twitched as he opened his eyes. Standing up he started barking, or something that resembled a bark. "What is it Noishe?"
A painful groan caught his attention as he turned to where it came from. Soon after, he could see the silhouette of a man staggering through the streets with a trail of blood behind him. He appeared to be using a sheathed sword as a walking stick. He collapsed onto the street, dropping his katana in the process.
Lloyd rushed over to the injured man with Colette following a few seconds after. "Hey, are you alright?" Lloyd asked with deep concern. The man gave no response. "He's lost consciousness! Quick, help me carry him inside!" Lloyd and Colette placed his arms around their necks and escorted him into the building that they were staying at. Noishe grabbed the sheathed sword with it's mouth and sped off after Lloyd.
Inside, there was only a table with four chairs on each end and two beds lying adjacent to one another on the opposite side of the room. The only source of light mostly came from the fire at the fireplace.
They placed him on one of the beds gently. "I'll get the bandages." Lloyd rummaged through his backpack for the bandages, which didn't take long. Lloyd was never trained for this situation, neither was Colette, but it hardly took long for them to bandage up the necessary parts.
Time passes by and there was still no signs of movement coming from the wounded man. He wasn't dead, his breathing confirms his life. Lloyd and Colette sat at the table while Noishe was fast asleep in the corner of the room.
The beating of the raindrops slamming onto the roof was all that made sound, but the serenity of the room soon changed as a moan was heard. Lloyd was the first to notice. The young man in bed slowly opened his eyes, revealing deep blue yet pale eyes. It took him a short while to adjust to the lighting of the room.
"Hey, are you alright?" Lloyd asked, stepping towards the white-clad man.
He sat up quickly, and wished he hadn't. Not only were his legs sore, but his ribs felt like they were broken. He groaned, "Where am I?"
"We're at New Palmacosta right now," Lloyd answered. "You had a serious injury to the leg, but we bandaged you up." He glanced at Lloyd, giving a wary look. "You don't trust me? I don't blame you. After all, you don't know me."
"You can trust Lloyd and me," Colette added. "We're good people." She smiled. He glanced from Lloyd to Colette then back to him. He felt out of place.
"So," Lloyd started, "who are you?" The man didn't respond. Instead, he looked away towards the wall. Lloyd sighed, "Maybe I should have asked something else. He's almost like Kratos."
"It's Toma," he responded without turning his head. Lloyd gave a confused look. "It's my name."
Lloyd pondered on why the man took a while to reply but he shrugged it off. "I'm Lloyd, and that's Colette. And over there would be Noishe." It was silent once again, save for the rain. "Not much of a talker, is he?" he murmured towards Colette who shrugged.
"Um," Colette spoke, "can you tell us what happened to you?" She stood up from her seat and strolled towards Toma. "If you're in trouble, maybe we can help." She sat on the bed beside him.
He hesitated to give an answer. Once again, Lloyd was able to catch this, but he wasn't too sure if it really was an indecisive response or if it was really nothing. "There's nothing you can do that would make things better." Colette was about to protest, but Toma continued, "I thank you for your help but if you continue to stay near me, your lives will be at risk."
"What do you mean?" Lloyd scratched his head. "Are you being chased?"
"Isn't that obvious?" he snarled, referring to the bullet wound on his leg.
Unfortunately, Lloyd's lack of knowledge got the best of him. "Not really." In his experience, the closest thing that ever came close to making a wound such as this were either crossbows or the artilleries that the Desians once owned. "But who cares."
Their eyes locked with each other, and Toma saw something like a fire burning brightly in his eyes; something that only a few warriors had. "You know, you'll only put your life at risk if either of you are near me."
"That's a chance we're going to take if it means we can help another person in trouble out," Lloyd declared.
"And there isn't anything you can do to change our minds." Colette added.
Toma was hesitant to bring them along with him. He had always been wandering alone for as long as he can remember and the only companions by his side were his shadows and the sounds of his footsteps upon the lonely path he chose. He finally spoke, "Fine, do what you will," he sighed, "but don't blame me if anything happens to you."
Colette smiled at this. "Alright!" Lloyd continued, "Before we do anything, you need to heal, then we'll talk about our next destination."
Meanwhile, a large group of travelers wandered the grassy plains at a slow and steady pace. "Keep moving!" the man leading the group hollered.
It seemed to be people from a village migrating to a better location; men, women, children, and even animals followed their village chief. Many of which hauled wagons carrying furniture or valuable artifacts and priceless vases, clothing, and jewelry.
The rain suddenly stopped but the clouds above did not disperse and a chilled wind began to breeze. The sound of painful screams echoed throughout the plains, catching everyone's attentions. The leader abruptly turned around and watched in horror as his people were dying. Their body's were being sliced in two yet there was nothing they could see that caused this. Blood splashed everywhere.
"What the hell is going on?" But before the leader could do anything more, something blurred passed him. The sound of his voice gurgling in blood soon followed as he dropped down to the blood-stained ground.
The figure ghosted throughout the area slaughtering all that was alive, obscured in shadow of the of night. Transparent tentacle-like arms outstretched from her back, latching onto those who remained alive by the head. Entering their minds, she began manipulating them, turning them into an army of shadows of darkness. The air was littered with the acrid scent of death and destruction.
Standing in the center of the massacre was a female holding a blade in each hand. Both blades were made out of pure light and pure darkness, one white and the other black; neither of which are stained with blood. Her long blue hair and black robes swayed in the wind and her mysterious swords appeared as though they had faded out of existence. Her eyes opened, revealing lifeless blue eyes.
Final Notes: The clothing Toma wears is kinda like a cross between a samurai and ninja outfit. It's hard to explain since I don't really own one nor have I seen one in person. Also in my profile, I uploaded Toma and Rina's character data so you can see what their deals are. It will get updated constantly as the story progresses since I try to avoid as many spoilers as I could. The third character mentioned will not be posted until around chapter three, sorry for the inconvenience.
Next time: Peace is here. Everyone can rest peacefully and quietly now. A promise is made. They are words that he wished for from the bottom of his heart. It wasn't meant to be deceiving. But is it a mirage that runs away as soon as he pursuit it? Next time "A False Reality! The Imperial Military Strikes."