A/N: Wow, can't beileve I finally starting writing again xD
Anways, yes this is another self insert story, but before you judge please read the first chapter and tell me what you think. Cause I find it really hard to judge my own writing .

Disclamier: I don't own it, wish I did, don't.

Hands hurt. Legs hurt. And hell, my stommmmaaaaacccchhhh.

Ok, so if you're looking over your courses for the next year and you think 'oh my, well that weight training class seems to be my cup of tea! I think I shall partake in the manly muscles that I will acquire from that class!' Then dear god you thought like me and were wrong! Sure, at first it's nice. The teachers are all push overs and a lot of your friends are in the class. But nooooo, oh they're sneaky them teachers. They wait until you can't switch out of the course and then they strike! And they're bloody brutal, too! I never even thought that many bench passes and push ups were possible in one class!

I groaned loudly and slumped onto my bed, trying to ignore the pain that shot though my body. Kicking away the papers and clothes that littered around the end of my bed I pulled my self over to my pillow. Oh memory foam, what would I do without thee? I would probably sleep on another pillow true but it wouldn't be the same.

I pushed all the weird thoughts involving romance with pillows and instead focused on the one good thing that happened today. My friend Hailey had finally gotten sick of my whining for the past three weeks and let me borrow Tales of Symphonia again! YAY.

Oh course, I blame her, she's the one that got me into that game in the first place, that silly goose.

Anyway, after 20 more minutes of laying around feeling sorry for myself I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to see if they're was anyone in the house that I could whine into pitying me. Though before I reached the last step I remembered that both my sisters were back in Oakville, my mother had just gone shopping and my grandmother was staying at my aunts house for a couple of days.

I made a face before grabbing a banana from the kitchen and retreating back to my room. Bananas were always one of my favourite fruits. I mean, who doesn't like a fruit that tastes good and can be used as a sexual innuendo?

I grabbed the game case from out of my bag, opened the case and stuck the blue disc into my Wii with excitement. What can I say? I haven't played the game in a while, and ToS is one of my favourite RPGs out there. I throw my wiimote onto my bed before picking up my beloved gamecube controller and staring eagerly at the TV, waiting for the opening anime movie to end. When it changed into the main screen I paused. Should I continue with my last file? Or should I start a new game?

...Meh, I probably forgot how to fight anyways. I clicked on the new game option and leaned back against my bed.

"Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of mana."

I never really liked the beginning. I don't know why. But it might have been due to the fact that it was unskippable and I pretty much knew the thing word by freakin' word.

"A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and a hero's life was sacrificed in order to take its place. Grieving over the loss, the goddess-"

"he...eady...tes"

"…ime…nk...mer"

"…ed…ow."

The hell was that?

"Hello?" I called, wondering if my sisters were home early. I frowned when no one called back, getting this old feeling in the pit of my stomach. I ignored this and turned back to the screen.

"-this edict: 'You must wake me, for if I should sleep, the world shall be destroyed.' The angels bore the Chosen One, who headed-"

"…ing…wer…"

Ok, was the radio on or something? That had to be it; the radio on my alarm clock would sometimes turn on by itself. I shuffled over (still in pain of course) and hit the off button. There. I shuffled back over to the spot next to my bed and turned once again to the TV.

"And that marked the beginning of the regeneration of the-"

The screen suddenly blanked, and all the power in my room switched off. I couldn't say that I wasn't shocked. I simply sat there controller in hand, staring dumbly at the television.

"…think it could've least waited for him to stop talking or something, jeez." I cursed the darkness. I cursed it hard.

The feeling in the pit of my stomach suddenly grew stronger. My arms flew to my stomach suddenly feeling like I was about to throw up. My eyes slammed shut when the feeling spread to the rest of my body. It was weird, it hurt so much, but at the same time my body felt numb. I slid to the floor, the contact making the pain much worse and I screamed. Or at least I tried to.

The moment I opened my mouth a kind of wave washed over my body, completely erasing the pain. For just a moment, all my senses left me. I couldn't feel, see, taste, hear or smell anything. Then, I blacked out.

"Ow, it hurts ow."

I rose quite shakily, finding myself to be in some kind of forest. Or maybe not a forest, but there was a lot of trees, and it was warm. Which was weird, I swear I was just in the middle of winter…in Canada. Yeah, it ain't warm.

I started to scratch my stomach, a weird habit that I started when I was really really nervous. And hell, being dumped in a place where you have no idea where you are when just to second ago you were in your room playing an amazing game of pure win tends to make one a little nervous. Hm, my clothes seem less comfy then I remember. I looked down at myself to find that my stupid school uniform was switched to a green tank top that kinda looked like a tunic that was neatly tucked into a brown belt. Black pants that were also tucked into thick brown hikers boots. Plus I was wearing chain mail under my shirt which was surprisingly light.

Ok, what the hell I'm in the middle of who knows where and I'm more interested in my clothes. When in the hell did I turn into such a girly girl? Argh, just the thought of that makes me sick to my stom-

Then a wave of nausea hit me and I puked behind a tree. GODDAMMIT.

I stayed hunched behind the tree waiting for the nausea to pass. When it did I slowly straighten myself up and took a deep breath. Ok…ok…O…k…

O….

…K…

…

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?" I screamed, kicking the tree in front of me. I instantly regretted my decision as now my foot was in a lot of pain. I hopped around holding my foot, spewing curses as I did. That was, until I tripped on something hard. I yelped before finding myself face down on the grass. Egr… good thing I have ok reflexes or else I would have a broken nose on my hands. And those don't sound pleasant. At all.

I looked behind me to see what I had tripped over. I couldn't see all of it (my body was kind of in the way) but it looked like some sort of handle. I stumbled to my feet before swooping up the thingamehthing. And let me tell you, that thingamehthing was HEAVY. I almost knocked myself over again trying to lift the thing. I then looked at the thingamehthing and was pleasantly surprised.

FORITWASAGIANTHAMMEROHMYGAWD!

Now, have any of you guys ever played Tales of Legendia? It's a pretty good game you should play it. Anyways, there's this guy in the game, Will Raynard and he has a giant hammer too. Well, that's kinda what my hammer looks like but without all the cool beads in it. Oh, and the end actually looks like a hammer, not a weird sphere shaped, whatever it is on the end of his.

Ok, I'm been trying to avoid this word, but yes, I am rambling.

I stared at the thing, wondering why the hell it was lying on the floor in the first place. Did someone lose it? Someone much more built then me to be able to lift this thing? I bet he had a macho name too. Like… 'The Rock' of something. Cause hell that would be weird if his name was Ashley. Can you imagine that? Some huge manly man going up to you and saying "My name is Ashley" in a deep manly voice, wearing sunglasses and wielding this thing? I wouldn't know wither to laugh or scream 'SHIT JUST GOT REAL!'

I was cut from my thoughts when I heard some bushes shake in the distance. My head snapped to source of the sound and my hands tighten around the hammer.

"WHO'S THERE?!"

I nearly kicked myself when I blurted that out. Seriously, like I could fight anything, I would have a much better chance if I just shut up and ran…so far away.

But I couldn't move. I was so scared. The rustling of the bushes grew closer and a figure could be seen in the distance. He was maybe the same height as me, but he was definitely more built then I was. My eyes started to water I was so scared.

"Do…DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" I screamed. I held the hammer slightly away from my body trying not to fall over as I did. "I'M ARMED!"

The figure finally emerged from the bushes holding his hands up in a defensive matter. He looked about 15, 16. He was faired skinned and had some scratches on his face. But what caught my attention was the blinding red jacket that he wore and the way his hair was sticking out to the right. Plus the duel swords he was packing was a little intimating as well.

"Didn't mean to scare you." He said, chuckling awkwardly. "Are you ok?"

And for the first time in my life, I fainted.

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