Hey guy, new Fanfic here! I recently played Tales of Xillia, and god, I loved the game, and HAD to write a fanfic. ^^ This idea just popped into my mind, and decided to share it with you all!
There will be no new Artes or skills-all those which will appear will be the ones used in the game.
I don't own Tales of Xillia! (Should be pretty damn obvious)
Please R&R!
How did it come to this?
Two kinds, human and spirit, working in harmony with each other, both striving to aid and protect one another.
Rieze Maxia, the younger world, the one which almost lost its way, almost victim of destruction due to the thirst of one man's ambition and power, united to create a new Era of peace.
Elympios, the world which was fighting to change its ways, to protect the spirits it had once almost driven to extinction, to save the remains and protect the young spirits that were born.
The existence of two Utopias. With every individual, every spirit, man and spirit, working hand in hand, standing along side one another, aiding one another. Both powerful, proud and hopeful. Two worlds meant to be united forever.
So ow did it come to this?
It was impossible…They needed one another…together they were one.
He shook his head, screaming, sobbing, begging all this to be just a dream, a part of his imagination, pleading for someone to awake him, to grab him and pull him away from the nightmare.
A heavy explosion rocked the city, throwing him off his feet, forcing him to believe the reality.
"Please…" he sobbed, hot tears trickling down his cheeks and landed on ruined earth beneath him.
Why did it come to this?
A woman stepped out of the flames, her blond hair blowing with the wind. Her sword, Eidolon, gleamed maniacally with the continuous explosions around them.
He watched her step closer, his emotions ripping him to shreds.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
With every step, another home exploded. He could hear them, the screams of the dying people, the laughter of those who caused it.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Her pink eyes held no emotion. She made no sound as she stopped just before him.
He looked up. His home aflame, his friends screaming for help. Help that would never come. His face streaked with tears, his pride, hope and beliefs swept away.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
She raised her sword.
He instantly collapsed again, screaming, pleading, begging, crying.
Why did it come to this?
"Good bye Jude."