DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tales of Symphonia.
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"Fate is for those too weak to determine their own destiny."
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When I was 5 the he took me aside, took me to the great church that I was already very familiar with.
"This" he began a hand presenting the altar, the stained glass windows and pews, the candles and regalia- the great book, "This is your legacy. This is who you are and what you are."
I already knew that! My mother told me I was to be an angel, and the King visited me at home to give me birthday presents and everything.
"To them- to these people, you are nothing else. You are an idol- to be awed and inspiring- but you willnever be a person."
His voice wasn't kind, it wasn't anything really. It set on my nerves and I hated it. I stared hard at the altar before me- not looking up at him. I wanted him to just get to the point and go away! What right did he have to say those things to me? I was so a person too!
"Do you...Hateus?" he asked suddenly, and my neck made a snappy noise when I looked up at him too fast.
"Do you hate us and the church, your mother? Do you hate that you are the chosen?"
I, wide eyed, could only shake my head
His eyes looked almost sad, "You will. One day you will hate us all"
"N-no!" I couldn't! Because I had to be a good boy-
He brushed his hand against my face, cupping it up. He was frowning and staring down at me- blue gloves too rough on my face as he kneeled down.
He voice was almost too quiet "you will...but you will do as you must anyway- because it will be all you are."
"I'm not! I won't!" I struggled free and glared
He only looked sadder "one day you'll understand" he stood, and the light glittered around him so that I couldn't say anything- awed in spite of myself.
"and you will hate it because you understand that it must be"
He was gone in a syphon of light. A feather drifted down and a grasped it. But it collapsed into bight shimmers in my hand.
My mother rushed- well as rushed as she ever was- and demanded why I left without a word, asking who I was with.
I could tell her, an angel spoke to me- but then they'd all ask me what he said and I didn't dare tell. So I just shook my head and stood quietly as she hissed her displeasure.
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.....And many years passed….
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The violet eyed chosen stood facing the familiar wings from so long ago. He looked up, with dejected eyes- Colette being moved to another room and he could feel her confused, condemning eyes on his back. Cursing him for his treachery. They all had, save for the burning disbelief in.... no...don't think of him. They didn't understand- that he did it all because he must.
Dead eyes- too damn old to still be alive- continued to stare him down. And he hated, hated him because he knew. All this time he knew. Knew they'd be the same.
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. Do you hate me...Zelos?
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....Yes....
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