Lilith: Okay, I have to say this- I LOVE "Avalon Code"! I've played it tons of times. It's kinda like an addiction! It's among the first games I played that allowed me to be in a romantic relationship with my favorite guys! (Besides Harvest Moon, but I can't be with the doctor in the original!) I've dated every guy, but I never played the male side. So I played through that side in one whole day and never stopped to wonder where my day went. Afterwards, I was taking a shower and the idea came to me.

Chapters with odd numbers, for example, chapter 1, 3, 5, 7, ect., are told from Yumil's, the male protagonist's, point of view. Even numbers are told from Tia's point of view. She's the female protagonist. They're not very talkative in the games so I don't think they'll be as OOC as any others.

I'll try to keep this updated as often as I can. Has anyone tried this before? I dunno. So I'm gonna try anyway.

I don't own Avalon Code, nor will I pretend to. But I do have a copy of it!

Does that count?

I don't think so.

Oh, but I will own some OCs that'll pop up sooner or later.

I hate spell check. It's telling me that everything I know how to spell is wrong.

Yumil's POV

My hair had started to grow out and was, slowly, but surely, taking over my head. Sighing, I pulled out my personal, favorite knife and began to cut, locks of the chestnut brown falling to the floor. I pulled his fingers through it as I did so, still sighing.

After I had accidently cut my fingers about five times, I was finally satisfied with the length of the annoying mop of hair and put my knife back into its place in my dresser.

There. Now it looks like I have an extreme case of 'helmet hair' but..I shrugged, looking away from my reflection. It wasn't as if I cared much about my appearance. I was a commoner, Prince Valdo's childhood friend or not.

"Yumil." Another soldier matched into the room, not surprising me at all. I had seen the man coming, but it was causing me to get very angry, although I didn't show it at all. "Prince Valdo has requested your presence." The soldier finished, not seeming to notice how foul my mood was.

"Fine. Tell him that I'll be there shortly." I gave my own reflection one more glance before I turned on my heel and left the room.

3rd Person POV

"Yes, my lord?" Yumil's voice was that of a childish, slightly frightened boy as Merman, the Prime Minister, ushered him into the room. He didn't sound as cruel, and more kind, than one would expect, seeing as he was, despite being a child, a soldier of the Waisen Empire. He was a child when he became their dog, and age and body wize, he still was. But in every other way, he was older.

He was a soldier for the Empire;a captain in their army of fools, ready to die for a cause our superiors keep secret from us and too naive to look at the men next to them and take a second to wonder what they were or, rather, what the man wasn't. Usually, the word 'man' falls under the 'wasn't' category.

Before Merman had found him, he was a thief- a master thief to be exact. He lied, stole, and betrayed people soon after they gave him their trust. He'd show a person kindness, only to have a chance to stab them in the back to save his life. Sometimes literally. He had only his survival on his mind as he lived through every day, never a single true word passing his lips as he spoke to others. But the Prime Minister saw something in him and recruited him.

He had a complicated past, that's for sure.

The Prime Minister, after Valdo's rumored assassination, found the former friend of the prince and saw some shred of potential, though he'd never understand what it was, in him and convinced the new Valdo to allow him to live...but only if he served the empire like a loyal dog.

"Your new mission is to act as a spy. I'm sure you know about our conflict with Kaleila. We're going to send you to their capital..the village Rohan. You are to go there and earn the trust of the locals and the royal family. If you are discovered or compromised, don't contact us. Just act like you're acting alone." He spoke in a cold voice and my eyes widened a bit in surprise. "You can do that, can't you?"

Merman chuckled and gave him a mocking, playful bow. "Allow me, my lord." The prince nodded and he turned to Yumil. "There is something we desire that they must not possess."

"Something you desire...?" I repeated and Merman smirked.

"A book with great power." He chuckled once more. "If you find it or find the owner there, kill them and bring the book to us. But until you find it, make sure you have everyone's trust. Rohan is small so it should be easy."

Valdo looked over him with cold, calculating eyes. It was the eyes that really gave the fact that he wasn't the same person he had known for so long. "If you can't fulfil your duty, we'll kill you as well and find someone else who can. Just bring me that book." His eyes passed over Yumil, studying him.

As a child, Valdo had been cheerful, kind and warm. He was the person Yumil wanted to be because he was like the sun to him. He was bright and warm and chased away everything that scared him. Yumil never felt lonely back then. The only time Valdo had hurt him, it was to help him from being even more hurt later on. The king had died so had Valdo had to succeed the throne. In fact, Valdo cried more than he had when Yumil was thrown back to the streets.

He had heard stories about how he was kinder to the people than the king, his father, had been. And indeed, the Valdo he had known was kind. But this wasn't his friend. This wasn't his Valdo.

He clenched his fists and grit his teeth before looking into the eyes of his the prince, remembering his first and only friend. But it wasn't him anymore. He was gone.

"Do you have a problem with that, Captain?" The prince asked and the boy emotionlessly shook his head.

"When do I depart?" he asked, fists still clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms, drawing a bit of warm blood.

"You, Captian Yumil, will head out at eleven o'clock. You will not be able to bring reinforcements. The trip to the small town of Rohan should take thirty-five minutes, exactly, on foot. Five minutes later, at forty minutes past eleven, the guards will go on patrol around the town and the entrance should be clear. You shall sneak in. According to our information, there's a small home near the entrance. A citizen of Rohan might already reside there but that's where you should camp at."

A pause. "If you happen to get caught..." He smirked and Yumil remembered the drill.

"I kill myself. Is that all, my lord?" He spoke coldheartedly.

"Yes. You're dismissed."

"Sir." He left the cold room after bowing to both the prince and prime minister.

Yumil's POV:

I never sleep. I just lie on my back, on the hard, cold beds they provide for their soldiers, regardless of rank. I lie there, fully awake, and remember everything. Mainly the faces of those I've killed to survive.

One hundred and two adults, three young women and two children. That makes one hundred and seven people I've killed as a teenager. About half were soldiers like myself, but the other half, save one, were civilians. The only other one was my childhood self. I killed the person I used to be for the sake of getting my friend back because, in a brotherly way, I love him.

I remember the faces, then the begging. But there was one that never begged and she was the only one I ever spared, even after killing her parents.

She had brownish-red hair, perfectly straight and beautiful. In the firelight, it seemed to shine and shimmer. She was about my age, and she had the look in her eyes-the same look I had lost all those years ago. When I held a gun to her head, she stared at me, unafraid. Those eyes looked right into my soul, and even as I shouted at her, covered in the blood of her family, she stepped forward and gave me a hug.

That's when my heart started to race and the tears came. She was the the one who opened my eyes to what was really important and from that day on, she became like a goddess in my mind. She was the saving grace for me. From that day, she was all that was truly important. I loved her.

Her name, I found when I later researched her, was Tia. She was a Kaleilan girl with little money. She was poor and he made her into an orphan. The things some people will do to the people they love...

But really, she was the one who taught me I could still be kind. She taught me that and I love her for it.

My name is Yumil. I am a childhood friend of Prince Valdo. Or rather, I was. Those days are gone now-slipped by me like a dream. A wonderful dream that I intend to get back via the rebel route.

I am a captain in their army of fools, loyal and cowardly like dogs but also strong and fierce when they're facing their final moments. They're always willing to die for unknown cause, never wondering why they kept it a secret, and never wondering what the man standing next to him was, or rather, what he wasn't. I'm like them. I don't wonder...because I know.

Before they put a collar around my neck and made me their dog, I was a master thief. I lied, stole, and earned people's trust only to, sometimes literally, stabbing them in the back and loot their homes. Killing wasn't anything new to me. I'd killed many. Merman took me in and that's when I was bound to them.

But even before then, I was the apprentice of Valdo's knights. I quickly became his best friend as well. But then the king died and the prince had to take over, though not of yet of age to become king, and others deemed me, an orphan of low birth, unfit to be associated with him so he cut ties. That idiot.

I learned of the rumored assassination, rebirth, and Merman. Since then, I gave up everything to get my friend back. Even emotion.

I could hear, out of my good ear, somebody whispering to me. But I was alone in my quarters so I ignored it. After all, I've found that when you ignore sleep or hallucinations, they go away for a while. But as I listened to this one, it seemed different. And the sound lulled me to sleep somehow, though I hadn't slept in so long.

I saw scenes of our history with all of the war, hunger, pain, love, suffering...Tears streamed down my cheeks as I felt them all. Then it changed. They weren't scenes I could recall hearing about. It was another world, and the stars were falling. A single man, a giant, spoke some kind of foreign words and the world started to change. It became my world again. But then time fast forwarded and I wondered what had happened.

But then there were the voices. There were eight, speaking in harmony. "The end of life as we know it is here," they spoke, their words ringing in my mind as I watched the scenery change to a barren world with only ruins left. "For Man has strayed from the path."

The voices paused but then continued. "I shall incinerate them with the earth," As they spoke fire rose and the earth shook. "and from their ashes, a new world will be born." The world started to transform. "Reach out your hands an-" The voice was cut off as someone shook him awake. The last image in his head was a book, flying through the air, bookmarks and pages scattering throughout this world.

"Captian, it is time for you to depart." The man who'd shook him awake told him and Yumil nodded, irritated. "Fine. You're dismissed."

"Sir, I was to-"

"DISMISSED!" Yumil rose his voice, glaring at the man as he got out of bed. The man nodded and scurried off, finally understanding why the boy's anger was a small legend.

Yumil was left alone to wonder about his dream. Was was it about? The world was ending? It couldn't have been true.

Little did he know there was a stranger who had experienced the same dream earlier that day. And he had no idea that the girl was holding in her possession a big, red book with an eye on it and a red bookmark inside it.

Next chapter has Tia. See you then peeps. Don't forget that the review box is like magic and a way to encourage me to continue.

Bye-Bye~!