Curze: Hello, thanks for showing interest in such an obscure game's fan fiction! This game's American release was sadly obscure, the translators made some mistakes and screwed up some dialogue, but it is a very good game none the less! I would recommend it, as long as you don't mind some bad jokes. Oops, I'm ramblings, aren't I? Anyway, let's get started!
Croix: Aren't you forgetting something?
Curze: Am I? Oh yeah! Croix, if you will.
Croix: Shadow Curze does not own Ar Tonelico or Ar Tonelico 2 in any way, shape, or form. Curze DOES own Alicia, the OC.
PROLOUGE
"You've caused me quite a deal of trouble. Just three years old, how sad." The old man next to me chuckled. He looked in his seventies, though could easily have been older. A shining emerald adorned his balding forehead, drawing stares from any who saw him. A long gray goatee fell off his face, only beaten by his sinister black eyes in creepiness. He leaned on a carved cane, a strange jewel on the end. He wore a black suit, ridged with purple and was cloaked in an evil aura that radiated malice.
'Who is this man?! He said, he was accompanying us on a containment mission but at that time we hadn't even gotten a dispatch.' I thought gritting my teeth as I held my weapon tighter in my hands, I could practically feel my knuckles going white.
"Give Leyka back!" the little girl, who could only be four at the most, screamed, tears in her golden eyes. She was scared, of course any five year old in her position would be. She was dressed in a red kimono, though it was scuffed and was covered in small patches, obviously repaired many times by hand. Her dark hair was messy and covered in soot from the burning building behind us. The fighting, which had lasted the last hour, now placed us near the surrounding woods.
"I'm sorry, I've never seen a case as pure as hers, and she will need much study," the man chuckled, obviously unrepentant, a sneer on his face, no thoughts in his head sane, and no future plans for this girl any saner.
The girl's tears fell freely down her dirt and now tear stained cheeks, she ran forward toward the young girl in my men's arms, only to be knocked back in vain by my second in command! A sudden gasp of surprise left my lips, 'what is he thinking!?' I looked over to him with wide eyes.
Sir Bartz, a tall and strong man in heavy full body armor and armed with a huge sword, growled, "Reisha, take Luca and run." He yelled to the woman beside him. She had an air of command about her, her kimono even dirtier than her daughter's. She wore her black hair back in a braid, held with two pins. Even though she was unarmed, she would easily fight through an army to save her daughter. She stooped to help her daughter stand; the care she showed in that one gesture was astonishing.
My soldier moved to attack, my blue airmetal dagger flashed to the pulsing artery in his throat. "Don't attack until I say." He started to protest, but the look in my jade sapphire blue eyes, sending fear down his spine, a massive red sign of 'shut up, or lose your head' plus with the cold already bloody metal on his neck, he should have gotten the message clearly that he was dealing with someone who was not afraid to take a life, even that of a comrade. He hurried to the backline with the reyvateils, shaking in fear. By then luca and her mother had escaped. A single, heart wrenching, "LEYKA!" split the air, before silence fell once more. The young girl shifted in her captor's arms, her dirt stained kimono so dirty it had lost its white color. Her short blond hair obscured her face. Sir Bartz brandished his sword, a maniacal glint in his eyes. "You can't hope to win; even you don't have a chance. Surrender and I might ease your punishment." The old man's sneer grew, the lie glinting in his black eyes.
"Sorry, I don't plan on surrendering. My job's done; it is time for yours to begin, Alicia." Sir Bartz chuckled, lowering his sword. I froze, a gasp escaping my lips. "Go stop the brat, she may have been infected." The snide voice broke through my thoughts. "Yes sir." My voice robotic, my legs carried me after the fleeing duo.
I caught sight of them at the top of a moon washed hill, the light of the full viola moon shined from the heavens, painting the area in its purple light. I couldn't hear their words, but the next thing I did hear sent shivers down my spine. It was a beautiful song, they sang together, unaware of my presence. It faded minutes later, the little girl dropped off to sleep leaning against her mother. I turned and ran, leaving the two in peace.
"They-they escaped. I couldn't catch them without hurting them." Sir Bartz was pinned to the ground by swords in his hands and, his own stuck point down through his chest, the ground colored a blazing scarlet. I looked away quickly, the old man's snide voice once again breaking though my thoughts.
"I said to stop them, not bring them back. You should have killed them." He sneered, turning away. The collective gasp was only shared between half the soldiers and the reyvateil, the ones closest to the geezer nodded in agreement. My still red dagger was at the geezer's throat before he could blink; only his wide eyes betrayed his surprise. "Who do you think you are, ordering me and my men around? Who gave you the right?!" his sneer widened, through the metal blade had already drawn blood.
"Who gave me the right? Just your commander, Alfman. I would be careful, one more mistake and you WILL be court marshaled." He stepped back, turning and walking away. The men closest to him hesitated, then followed. He passed our reyvateil, stopping next to her. He motioned for her to step closer, she stepped forward, fear etched onto her face. He moved in a blur, faster than anyone his age should, slamming the top of his staff into her head. She fell, her body knocking up dust as it hit the ground.
Those not with him gasped, he laughed. The sound sent a chill down my spine. I rushed over to her; she was unconscious but mostly unhurt. Blood trickled down the side of her head, dripping onto the dusty soil. I removed a bandage from my bag and wrapped it tightly around her head, stopping the bleeding. The old geezer had already walked off, the man carrying the girl with him.
The cabin behind us had burned itself out, the sound of an airship coming from overhead. It flew past, headed back home. To Pastalia. Away from the echoing song of the fleeing duo. Away from the GODDESS SONG.
Curze: Sorry if it's short. I tried to stay on the dialogue script as much as possible, but there IS no published script, so I'm forced to write from memory or write as I play. If anyone has a script, PLEASE email it to me. Also, I'm new to the site, so please send me as much constructive criticism as you want. I work hard to proof read all my work, but I may miss something. If you see any mistakes, please leave it in the reviews, I'll fix it ASAP.
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