Greetings, all!
This is my first-ever fanfic, so please take that into consideration. This story was inspired by another I read here, so I apologize in advance in case I accidentally steal anything. Please let me know if I do.
Summary – Lloyd is screwing around with the eternal sword and accidentally rips the fabric of time and space, sucking himself, Genis, Kratos, and Raine through to our world.
Disclaimer - I DO NOT own the wondrous characters or story of ToS. That honor belongs to NAMCO. I am simply borrowing them for the use of harmless creative writing.
Enough with my rambling. On with the story.
Note –
"Blah Blah Blah" – Speaking
Blah Blah Blah – Thoughts(Blah Blah Blah) – Me!
Symphonia, near Iselia
Lloyd was bored. It was an average day at his house, meaning there was absolutely nothing to do but get his butt kicked by Kratos in sword practice, something he had no intention of doing. He finished sharpening his already razor-edged blades and began to apply a polishing cloth to the already gleaming steel. He looked across the yard for something to take his mind off the monotony.
Colette was throwing a dull chakram for Noishe, and Genis was absorbed in a new spellbook, muttering the ancient words under his breath as Raine looked on. Zelos had gone into town, probably to visit his new 'hunnies'. Sheena, disgusted with the Chosen, had gone deep into the woods to meditate. Regal was inside the house somewhere, doing god knows what. Dirk was hammering away at something or other in his forge, and Kratos was nowhere to be seen.
That was never a good sign.
A small breeze rippled across Lloyd's face. He knew where Kratos was. Immediately throwing the cloth aside, he grasped the hilts of his swords and leapt up.
"Rising Falcon!" he cried, leaping into the air, and rushing toward the angel lunging through the air toward the spot he had just vacated. He smacked into Kratos with the flats of his blades, finally taking his father off guard.
"Good work, Lloyd." said Kratos.
"You gave yourself away, Dad. The 'wind under your wings', I believe the saying is."
Kratos barely hid his reaction to being called 'Dad'. Normally, that was reserved for Dirk. "I was testing you."
"Yeah, sure. All that matters was that I got you."
Kratos' small smile disappeared instantly. "No it is NOT all that matters. I could have counterattacked, and you lowered your guard as soon as you hit the ground. You still have a ways to go. Why don't you practice some more?"
Lloyd sighed. It seemed that every time he made any progress, Kratos only had reprimands for him.
"I'll work on it, Kratos. I promise."
"Good. I'm going out for a walk." With that, he opened his wings and flew off.
Lloyd harrumphed. "Huh. Some walk." He went back to his polishing.
Kratos flew high above Iselia, letting the cool breeze wash over his body as he thought.
I probably shouldn't be so harsh on him… he mused. I only want to help him…I don't know what else to do. He masters the techniques easily, but he's so reckless sometimes. It drives me insane…doesn't he realize that that carelessness could get him killed? I couldn't take it if I lost him too…I'm such a hopeless father…
He stared down beneath him and saw a speck of red sitting by the stream next to Dirk's house.
Lloyd…Lloyd stared moodily into the stream from his precarious perch on a mossy rock. Looking skyward, he saw a glint of sapphire and violet against the wispy clouds.
Kratos…Dad. Why are you never satisfied? What am I doing wrong? I just want to become a better swordsman…I suppose I'm just so much your inferior, having lived four thousand years less than you…(A/N – Insert heavy sigh here) I…I'm sorry, Kratos…I know I don't always listen, I know you're just trying to help me to stay safe, to stay alive…Oh Martel, I'm such a hopeless son…
Later that evening, Lloyd was sitting on some rocks in his backyard with Kratos, Raine and Genis, waiting for dinner. Colette had volunteered to help Regal make it, and the smell wafting out of the house was making their mouths water. Raine had offered to help, but Genis wouldn't let her, older sister or not.
Lloyd reached a hand out and grasped apparently at thin air, and made a motion like drawing a sword. Like the magic it was, the Eternal Sword appeared in his grasp. Raine nearly fell over in shock. Genis actually did.
"What th-" Genis stuttered, "where did that come from?"
"Indeed. I had thought it disappeared after Sylvarant and Tethe'alla were rejoined," said Kratos, his raised eyebrows the only thing giving away his surprise at the sudden reappearance of the worlds-saving artifact.
Raine was ecstatic. "Amazing! Now I can actually get a chance to study that, it's the most wondrous artifact I've ever seen, it holds so much power…" Lloyd and Genis automatically tuned her out as she began to ramble on about the legends and powers of the Eternal Sword. Lloyd sighed. She had gone into Archeological Mania Mode; there was no stopping her now.
"To tell the truth, Kratos, I don't really know. I was just thinking about it, and all of a sudden, it just appeared!"
"Maybe it's responding to your will! You are the Master of the Pact, after all." suggested Genis, as Raine finally began to finish up her rant.
"That's cool. Maybe it can liven things up around here. It's so boring now that we don't have to go out and save a world or two!" he closed his eyes and assumed a look of concentration.
"Hey Lloyd, don't think to hard, you'll hurt yourself!" Said Genis, cracking up as he said it.
"Why you little-" shouted Lloyd, "I'm gonna…" he raised the sword in mock fury, weaving it through a series of complex maneuvers over Genis' head.
"Lloyd, I would be very careful with that," said Kratos warningly, "We don't know the extent of it's powers, or how to control them. You never know-" There was a great flash of light, reality seemed to warp around them, and Symphonia faded away. It was replaced by something very different.
"-When something might happen…" he said, just before unconsciousness claimed them all.
Earth, The USA, New York
Aaron was sitting in his living room, having just defeated Mithos for the umpteenth time, when he heard a loud crack outside his house accompanied by a bright flash of white light.
"—When something might happen…" a voice that sounded oddly familiar said from his backyard.
Aaron rushed to his window…and ran back to his TV. Several times. There was no question. Either these people were the greatest look-alikes in the history of mankind, or four of the characters from the greatest RPG ever made were lying facedown on his deck. He whipped out his cell phone and hit a number on speed dial. Kyle's not going to believe this…
-- TO BE CONTINUED --
Please R&R, I want to know if this looks promising enough to continue (having never written one of these before). I apologize for any OOC-ness. I will try my best to prevent it from happening. Please R&R, and please no flaming! Thanks!