Well here is my second fanficton based around a video on youtube that I found. I hope you enjoy it! :-)

Chapter 1: Regrets

(I hope I'm not too late! I'd better not be! I won't let it happen! I can't let it happen!)

This is what was running through Sync's mind as he made his way through Mt Zaleho in search of Ion. He had recently gone to the cathedral to talk to him and had found out that Grand Maestro Mohs had taken Ion to Mt Zaleho to read the Seventh Fonstone. Sync was fully aware of what effect that situation would have on Ion, especially due to his body being weak. He was praying that he wasn't too late, even though there was a small doubt that he would be at the back of his mind.

"Fon Master Ion!"

Luke's cry had reached Sync's ears. Something was wrong.

(If that reject is shouting out Ion's name like that then something must be wrong…)

Sync began to pick up the pace in his running and dashed to the middle part of Mt Zaleho as fast as he could go.

By the time Sync had reached it he was too late. He could see Ion lying in Luke's arms with Tear beside him. Natalia, Jade and Mieu were standing nearby. Anise was standing opposite Ion but she was a good distance away. Sync could see that she was frozen to the spot. Ion had a light green glow around him.

(He's disappearing… No… He can't! I won't let him!)

Sync started to dash towards Ion helplessly.

"Ion, don't you dare die!" Sync cried. "I won't let you!"

Everyone present turned to stare at Sync as he dashed over in complete shock. Sync didn't care if he brought attention. He wanted to stop Ion from disappearing. That's all that mattered to him at that moment in time. Ion gasped in surprise but gave Sync a small smile.

"Thank you… for everything…" Ion stated, quietly.

Sync halted suddenly as Ion's words reached his ears. The glow around him had now gotten brighter and he was slowly disappearing.

"No, Ion!" Luke cried helplessly.

He tried to hug Ion's disappearing body tightly; however he soon found he was actually hugging thin air. Ion disappeared into the air around them. The light green glow soon died out too. Tears began to fill everyone's eyes as they stared at the place were Ion once lay. Sync could feel the tears in his eyes starting to appear in his tear ducts. He slowly dropped to his knees on the floor and removed the mask from his face. Sync threw the mask angrily at the floor. It smashed into tiny pieces and dispersed like one marble hitting a small group of marbles. He hung his head towards the floor as the tears began to stream down his face like a waterfall flowing into a river.

(Why didn't I listen to Ion in the first place? Where did I go wrong?)

Flashback…

The room Sync had been locked away in was almost in complete darkness. The only light that shone into the room came from a small window with bars on them. It only lit up the middle of the room. Sync was hidden away in the top right corner of the room. He was shackled there at his ankles and wore a tatted green short sleeved shirt and shorts. His face, hands and feet were all grubby. Sync wasn't the only one in the room. There were five other young boys his age locked in there too. They all looked the same as him. Of course Sync was well aware of why they did. All six of them in that room were replicas of the original "Fon Master". That's what those two people had called the original person. Sync was the fifth replica to be created or at least that is what he had been told. They had been locked up in here to have their "fonic artes" examined later. Sync had no idea what they were talking about but he wasn't really concerned. He'd find out what they meant sooner or later. Suddenly he picked up the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor outside. He could hear them slowly getting closer and closer to the room.

(Is it time for them to examine our "fonic artes" then?) Sync wondered.

The footsteps halted suddenly outside of the door. The door slowly opened as the man that was known as Mohs strolled in while dragging a young boy by the collar of his clothing behind him. Sync recognised straight away that this boy was another replica of the original "Fon Master".

(How many of these "replicas" are these people going to create?)

Mohs yanked the seventh replica over to where Sync was. He dumped the replica next to him and shackled his ankles to the wall. For some reason the replica seemed terrified of Mohs. He could tell by how the replica's eyes had widened and the way he was trembling. Sync chuckled to himself. He wasn't scared of these people at all when he was first created.

"Why do the new replicas always have to be such a nuisance?" Mohs grumbled as he quickly left the room.

The door slammed shut behind him. All seven replicas stayed really silent for a few moments before the five others began to talk quietly among themselves. Sync and the seventh replica just stayed silent for a bit longer.

"Who was that man that dragged me in here just now?" The seventh replica asked.

(Looks like he's decided to break the silence…)

Sync smirked at his question.

"That was a man known as Mohs. He and some other guy named Van created us replicas"

The replica stared at Sync confused.

"What do you mean by "replica"?"

"I mean that all of us in here are copies of the original person known as the "Fon Master". We have been locked in here and are waiting for our "fonic artes" to be examined. To be honest I don't even know what they meant by that"

Suddenly Sync decided to question this replica on the way he reacted towards Mohs.

"By the way, why were you scared of that Mohs guy?" Sync asked with a smirk.

"Well, that Mohs guy scared me because he kept raising his voice and shouting at me. I had no idea what I had done wrong. Next thing I know he yanks me by the collar of my shirt and drags me into here. I was so terrified"

Sync chuckled.

"None of us in here have been scared of Mohs. That guy just seems to get mad at us for no reason. There's no need to be a wimp around him. He's always got temper issues"

"By the way, what is your name?"

"I'm Sync. I suppose you don't have a name yet"

"Oh I do have one. They called me Ion"

"That's not a bad name. It seems me and you are the only replicas in here that have been given names which to me seems a bit odd. But anyway, it's nice to meet you Ion"

Sync held out his left hand towards him. Ion stared at it confused. Sync laughed.

"You're supposed to give me your hand and shake mine. It's how people greet each other apparently"

Ion nodded understandingly. He gave Sync his left hand. Sync laughed again.

"You're not supposed to give me the same hand as mine. You need to give me your opposite hand"

Ion nodded again. This time he gave Sync his right hand and the two of them shook hands. They both smiled happily at one another.

(You know, this replica isn't really that bad!) Sync thought to himself. (I have a feeling that there is something special about the two of us that Van and Mohs seem to like. I think this could be the start of a good friendship between me and Ion)