I'm not sure if this idea has been attempted yet, and if it has I am so sorry for intruding on it. But I decided to write another alternative way to TOS (Everyone in backgrounds gasps angrily) Now I know what you're thinking, another cliché story, more than likely. Well, take a deep breath. This time I'm adding a few different changes
-: Yuan joins the team alongside Kratos
-: Colette is chosen of Teth'alle and Zelos is the chosen of Slyvarant. Meaning that they are still the same character attitude, but Lloyd Genis and Raine grew up knowing Zelos instead of Colette.
-: Sheena never knew Zelos.
-: Regal never killed Alicia but ended up killing Presea.
-: Colette is the King's second daughter.
-: Genis is not friend's with Zelos or Lloyd.

And a few other differences I don't feel fit on adding in at this point. I'm going to do my best with the staying in character and adding such stuff.

Devious
Prologue

Thirteen Hundred Hours: Somewhere in the depths of Welgaia, Derris-Kharlan
"Yuan, Kratos, I have a mission for the two of you."

In the deepest part of Welgaia lay a castle. Walls were created from the souls of humans and exspheres. Corridors led to nowhere, and lifeless angels hovered around. There were portals leading into instant limbo, and locked chests that would never be opened. For what they held was a secret to everyone except Mithos Yggdrasill himself. In the throne room of the castle was where the master lay. There he sat in the throne, twirling his locks of blonde hair aimlessly. Giving the two he had summoned a deafening look, he swung his legs over the arm-rest of the throne and sighed.

"What is it, master?"

The first humble servant bowed his head. Thick locks of auburn hair swung messily as he shook his head. He was clothed with lilac armor at the time, and bore a stubborn and stern set of brown eyes to match. An edged sword was sheathed on his side, and an angelic shield was clipped on his belt. Around his neck tucked safely into the many layers was a single locket. One that he did not show anyone of Derris-Kharlan, for reasons of his own.

"I want you two to aid the Chosen Of Slyvarant in his quest. Make sure he doesn't stray away from his task." A sly grin of amusement passed the leader's face as he starred at his two servants. Swinging his legs aimlessly over the armrest as before, he crossed his arms and began to fiddle with his hair once more.

"You're lowering us to the task of guardians!" The second servant hollered, anger flushing into him.

He wore simple clothing that any other Slyvarantian would where. Vests, leggings, and the usual. However, what set him apart from many was a long assomble of aqua hair that had been placed in a hair tie and swung to his back. Bangs fell from his right side of his face and the ponytail fell down to right above his waist. A set of emerald eyes starred defiantly at the leader, as a disgusted snarl appeared on his parted lips.

"Watch your voice, Yuan." The first man signaled, reaching out and blocking Yuan from stepping any closer to their leader.

"Lowering you? You should be honored I chose you two! If we succeed, we can easily take the Chosen's power and swipe the dying Chosen of Teth'alle, like this." As he finished his sentence, he snapped his fingers for added emphasize. His gaze fell past Kratos then to Yuan. Furrowing his eyebrows slightly, the man crossed his arms once more and parted his lips slightly, as if to speak. "So, is it a deal?"

"We'll do it." Kratos bowed respectfully, sending a devious look over at his fellow servant.

"Speak for yourself!" Yuan countered, scowling at the other man. Another moment passed before their leader swung his feet to the front of the throne and arose to his feet. Taking a step forward, the man extended a hand and pulled Yuan by his collar.

"Don't you desire to see Martel back?" A grin slipped across the blonde man's face as he gently lifted Yuan off his feet and starred directly into his emerald eyes. Moments passed before Yuan averted his gaze and scoffed silently. Breathing heavily, the bluenete kept his eyes off his leader and awaited any further punishment or questioning that was soon to arrive. "Don't you wish to see your fiancé reunited with you after four thousand years?" Mithos snickered before dropping Yuan onto the ground, to his feet.

"We'll do it..." A sigh escaped Yuan's mouth as he replied softly, looking away.

"His name is Zelos Wilder. He was born in Asgard and raised in Iselia." Mithos began, as Kratos cast a spare glance over at Yuan. "He was ejected with eleven blood at birth through a test of the human ranches. He has no recollection of this, so do not bring it up. Tomorrow Remiel will give him the oracle at Martel's Temple. Once there, I want you two to arrive and befriend him. Make up an excuse for wanting to join. I don't care what it is. Make sure he does not stray from his obligation as the Chosen Of The World." Mithos continued. "And do not, I repeat, do not utter a word about the flourishing world, Teth'alle. If you do, well, it won't be pretty..."

"Understood," Kratos replied, hazel eyes glimmering with determination.

"Good, very good." Mithos nodded, watching his two minions. "You are both members of the Four Seraphim, remember that as you continue this mission. It may be hard at times to hide your true powers and identity, but giving you both this job will keep you inline."

"Got it.." Yuan sighed, finally back on his feet next to Kratos. Emerald eyes flashed despair and lost hope, a contradictory towards Kratos'.

"Tomorrow your journey will begin. Get a good night's sleep at the Iselia Inn. If they don't have one, camp outside the city. It will benefit your title as wanders. Now go." Mithos instructed, raising his arm and pointing off towards the entrance of the hall. "And do not fail. Failure will not be tolerated."

Around the Same Time, Iselia.
"Lloyd Irving. Lloyd! Wake up!"

Flying across the roomwas a eraser. It was around two in the small village of Iselia, and most of the younger members of the village were in this room. It was rather petite but fit a rather large sum of bodies for it's size. At the front of the room was the culprit of the hurling of classroom materials. There she stood, at around five feet and a few inches. Short, pure white hair ran down to her shoulders and piercing blue eyes starred at her classroom, and at a single student with much annoyance. She was clothed in an orange professor's robe. On the wall hung a single gem stoned staff she called her own.

Stunned, the student who was hit by the shooting erasers, jerked his head and fell backwards out of his seat onto the hard wood floor beneath him. With a gentle thump, he smashed his head against the ground and lay flat on his back, starring up at the ceiling. He was clothed in a red outfit, and had two swords placed safely under his chair for later training. Blinking a few times, the boy arose to his feet and starred back at his teacher with rapid breaths.

"Wha! This isn't my room!-..." The boy began and trailed off when he noticed the whole room was starring at him. Flushing a dark red, he sat back down on his chair, rubbing his head from the impact. Another moment passed before the other students turned straight and faced their teacher. However, the teacher sighed and kept a fixed stare upon her student.

"Honestly, Lloyd. This is the second time this week you've fallen asleep in class. Why can't you be more like Zelos?" The teacher offered, pointing at a man sitting at the back of the main desk. Feet up on the wood, his shoes buried several important papers from sight.

"Professor Sage, he's not even a student! Why is he always here anyhow?" Lloyd asked, glaring across the room at the man at the front of the desk.

Long strands of crimson hair flowed down from his skull and onto his shoulders. He was clothed oddly in pink, and wore his cruxis crystal on his neck openly. The man swished his feet off the desk and placed his chin into his hands and smiled lightly at the younger swordsman.

"It's not his fault, dear Professor. Some people can only dream of being as great as I." With a boastful hand gesture, he grinned at the students before him. A few girls giggled immensely and smiled back at him with hopeful expressions. However, the brunette boy was having none of this before he pushed back on his seat, tilting his chair angrily.

"We'll settle this some other time." Professor Sage glared angrily from Zelos to Lloyd. A few students shrunk back against their chairs before burying their noses into their assignment and begun to scratch their pencils busily. Sighing, Lloyd glanced down at the paper before him, deciding better against arguing with his teacher. She tended to pack a powerful punch.

All right, let's get this done so I can be done with this exam. Lloyd thought hopefully, picking up his pencil. Glancing back down at his paper, his heart dropped when he read the question. Due to the natural flow of mana in our world, what would be the most logical solution to the solving the current shortage in manna? A.) Destroy any magnitechnology that is supposedly being tested. B.) Halt any further Chosen Quests. C.) Address the pressing issue on the Desian Ranches. D.) Release the four seals and fill the world with manna through the journey of regeneration.

"How am I supposed to know this?..." Lloyd thought out loud, starring down at his paper helplessly. He would have chosen the last answer, but the thought of his older friend, Zelos, actually helping anyone in his journey or regeneration caused him to foolishly choose B. Closing his eyes, Lloyd read onto the next questions and found himself wracking his brain for answers, but came up completely empty.

"Five minutes remaining." Professor Sage called out, folding her arms and glancing around the classroom. Biting down on his bottom lip, Lloyd pushed off his seat and watched a single student arise to his feet and scurry across the room, test in his hands. Walking up to the professor, he passed it to her and smiled lightly. He looked similar to her, and for a good reason. He was the professor's brother, and the single most smartest students in Iselia. And that made him a nobody in Lloyd's eyes.

"Thank you, Genis." Professor Sage nodded and held the test in her hand. Following in suit was a few other students. After three more minutes had passed, the room had completely emptied leaving Lloyd sitting at the long table, all by himself. Breathing extremely hoarsely, Lloyd glared at his paper and began to randomly circle answers until the professor walked up to him and snatched it out of his clutches.

"... You may go." She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

"I failed, didn't I?" Lloyd mumbled, arising to his feet and casting a glance at his teacher.

"I'm afraid so. You got them all wrong." Raine murmured, casting a momentous glare at her student. Stepping back from anger, Lloyd violently shook his head. Clenching his fists, he remained in spot and bent over to recollect his swords from the ground. Once done, he passed to the front of the room before being halted by Zelos.

"Hey bud, sorry to hear you failed." Zelos spoke, placing a hand on the younger boy's shoulder and bore that 'I-am-so-better-than-you-will-ever-be' look. Sighing miserably, Lloyd shook his head and glanced up at his friend.

"Thanks... I think?" Lloyd fumbled. "Why are you always here anyhow? You've already passed this class, why do you keep coming back to stare at us during class?" Lloyd asked, raising a single eyebrow.

"C'mon on Lloyd, use your head for something other than fighting." Zelos chuckled lightly, leading his friend out of the classroom and down the hallway. Lloyd continued in equal paces, glancing at the door that lay a few feet in front of him. Once the two were outside, Zelos leaned against the stone wall near the school building and snickered. "You're telling me you're that dense?" Zelos pouted lightly.

"I don't speak the language of Chosen's." Lloyd groaned, sparring a spare look at his friend before sitting on the stonewall next to him.

"Raine is such a total babe!" Zelos chimed, hearts filling his eyes as he clasped his hands together together, lacing the fingers menacingly.

"She's not that hot." Lloyd argued before Zelos reached out and smacked Lloyd across the back of his skull. Growling, the young swordsman punched the Chosen in the arm and bit down on his bottom lip irritably.

"Help me! Chosen being molested over here!" Zelos began, calling out. Lloyd growled and smacked his hand across the red head's mouth to shut him up. Moments passed before he released the hand and Zelos called out again. "Somebody help poor old me. We've got case of the molesting dumb brunette!" And added in a waving hand motion and pretended to faint theatrically.

"You're such an ass.." Lloyd sighed, shaking his head and turning away, still upon the stone wall.

"Now now, you shouldn't be talking to your best friend like that." Zelos grinned, wrapping his arm around Lloyd and causing the two to sway back and forth on the wall merrily.

"Get your hand off me." Lloyd warned as Zelos complied and starred laughdily at his friend. "Anyway, don't you receive your oracle tomorrow?.."

"Wow, you actually remember. I am impressed." Zelos grinned, running a stray hand through his hair in an amused manor. Lloyd tilted his head and watched Zelos continue to act dramatically. Zelos paused and then starred his young friend in the eye. "But yea, I do. What's it matter to you, anyhow?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could come with you? I want to see the oracle with my own eyes." Lloyd spoke cheerfully.

"You mean come with the wonderful Zelos Wilder, savior of the world? Hmm, maybe I can find it in my heart to fulfill your wish." Zelos snickered, watching as the brunette swordsman squinted his eyes, not amused at all. "Fine, you can come. But I ain't coming to wake you up. So make sure you come here sharply at noon tomorrow, an no later. I don't want to be waiting around for a little kid."

"I am not a kid!" Lloyd snarled, pointing to his blades.

"Ooh you've got weapons. I am so scared." Zelos joked before arising to his feet and standing before his friend. "Either way, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that the red-head left the area, down the road to where his house was. Sighing, Lloyd pushed himself off the stonewall and walked down the road of Iselia, wondering what to do next. Deciding to make his way through the forest to head home, Lloyd headed off to the front of his city, becoming increasingly excited about the oracle that lay ahead of him tomorrow.

AN:

Ok, this was just the prologue. It'll get more exciting in the first chapter. I promise, mkay? And yea, I am adding lots of differences, and trust me, with Lloyd and Zelos in the beginning of the journey, a lot of differences will occur. And what exactly will happen when both Kratos and Yuan join them? Find out soon!