Me: Hi guys! I am again going to leave the plot of this story a mystery. I will tell you is has something to do with time.
Damien: What kind of summery is that?
Me: One consisting of exactly twenty-six words, two periods, and an exclamation mark.
Damien: ... that was supposed to be funny, wasn't it?
Me: Just... be quiet.
Disclaimer: I don't own ToS, although I am totally capable of creating and owning it as I am an absolute genius that all of you know and bow down to.
Damien: Riiiiiight. Sure.
Me: Let me dream, okay?
"STOP it, Lloyd," Genis said in a warning tone as he gathered the needed amount of sage for his dinner. The reason: Raine was cooking tonight.
"Genis, I've put the world back together and sent Derris Kharlan into space with this thing. I've got experience. Don't worry," Lloyd explained, leaning against a proximate tree and twirling the eternal sword inches above his hand by using a force similar to telekinesis.
"Experience or not, it's no secret that you make mistakes," Genis countered, finally gathering enough sage and placing it all in his satchel.
"I really doubt it. It isn't easy to activate this sword anyway. It takes quite some effort," Lloyd explained.
"Lloyd! Put it back!" Genis instructed just as the sword began to glow. Lloyd looked curiously at it.
"Okay, okay. One sec," Lloyd tried to dismiss the sword but it stayed hovering above his fingers and humming with energy, "why isn't it—?" Lloyd asked taking back his hand and expecting the sword to disperse. The sword was now charged with energy from Lloyd's continuous twirling motion and instead decided to stay out.
"Lloyd! What are you waiting for?" Genis snapped.
'What is it you wish me to do, master?' The sword asked Lloyd.
"Go back. I don't need you here right now," Lloyd responded evenly.
'Very well. I shall do as you say.'
The sword continued revolving more swiftly now as mana formed around it. The white mana condensed into a oval-shaped mass of light and finally, with a blinding flash, dispersed into their surroundings.
"What's happening?!"
As a white wave of residue from the sword spread through their surroundings, the surroundings changed with it. When the light cleared, Genis and Lloyd found themselves in an entirely different area. It was a forest with different and unfamiliar forestry.
"Great! Just great Lloyd! What ever happened to 'it takes a lot of effort to activate it,'?" Genis growled dusting off his shirt.
"... I had know idea that just by twirling it you could— where in the world are we?" Lloyd questioned scanning the environment and finding nothing familiar.
"I really don't know… I can't even count how many books on Sylvarant's geography I've read but none of them describe any scenery like this," Genis stated uselessly.
"I really don't get it… why…"
"The 'why' part's obvious Lloyd. You told it to go back, but without defining any specifics. The sword had a lot of possibilities," Genis explained, "the question is where."
"A lot of possibilities? What else would it conclude?"
"Well, for one you left out the 'it' part. So it probably assumed it needed to send us back. And two, there are many things back means: Back a level, back to a place, or back in time. We're probably somewhere we were on the regeneration journey."
"Right. We're probably in the Ymir forest, then. Maybe just off the trail."
"Not a bad guess, and if we are we should probably get to Heimdall… I hate that place but we need to know where we are. To use the teleportation thing on the sword you need to know where you are, right?" Genis glanced around looking for a trail to follow.
"Yeah. Let's get to Heimdall. Once I'm there I think I'll be able to get us back home."
"Alright."
It took the pair a good hour to get through the maze-like forest that had somehow changed since they had been there, but finally they arrived at the outer gates of Heimdall.
The two where nearly to the entrance when a cold metal edge was placed against both of their necks.
"State your business here. Heimdall strictly prohibits strangers of human or half-elven blood," a guard from behind them stated icily. Lloyd turned his head just enough to see two guards standing behind them, their weapons drawn and placed next to their necks.
"What do you mean? Heimdall still has discrimination?"
"I'm sure you both know the penalties of trespassing without an elf," said the first, ignoring Genis' comment.
"What in the hell is going on?! Discrimination was settled years ago during the Regeneration Journey!" Lloyd explained angrily.
"Regeneration Journey? What nonsense is that?" the second guard asked.
"Typical for a coward. To try and distract his foe with nonsense," said the first.
"What?!" Genis and Lloyd asked yet again. How could they not know of the Regeneration Journey? It was more significant than the thousand year war.
There was a light clash of swords and both Lloyd and Genis were free from the guards' blades. The two turned around to see a teen about Lloyd's age blocking the guards' way. He had dark red hair much like Lloyd's but longer and wore dark colored armor.
"You! You're supposed to be dead!" the guards growled.
"Isn't it strange how fate never agrees with the envisage?" the auburn-haired person questioned tauntingly.
"Kill him!"
Before Lloyd or Genis could analyze the situation, the two guards were dead at the adolescent's feet.
"What... how...?" Lloyd was having difficulties understand what had happened.
"The alarms are going off now; they know we've escaped. We've gotta get out of here quick," a teal-haired younger teen entered the proximity and informed the dark-clad adolescent.
The red-headed teenage turned to the guard-populated lookout tower nearest to them and discovered the fire signal was burning. He quickly redrew his sword and directed the edge toward Lloyd and Genis.
"Of which nation are you?" he asked all most urgently.
"Neither. We have no background or side," Genis stated quickly, fear overriding his confusion.
"We aren't interested in a fight. Just tell us what's going on, and we'll try to get out of this alive," Lloyd stated diplomatically.
A flash of amusement crossed both of the strangers' features.
"Is that a truce?" the bluenette questioned.
"Sure. It's a truce," Genis complied easily, defying the mental dissuasions contradicting him. The dark-clad teenager lowered his blade.
"Good. The Hiemdall guards are going to cut of all the exits immediately now that the signal is out. We might have a chance if we head to the northern gate; the guard station there is isolated and the message will take time to reach it," the redheaded adolescent explained.
"The guards there will be few, but we'll need your help defeating them. Are you in?" the bluenette asked.
The two symphonians were totally and completely lost by this time. They weren't even going to try to understand the reason why the Hiemdall nights were after the two fugitives before them. All they could manage was a simple 'okay'.
"The northern gate then," the auburn-haired teen stated as he and the other fugitive began running north. Genis and Lloyd followed.
Me: Sorry, gotta cut it sort! I just edited this chapter and I'm on fire now! The next chapie is coming soon!