Author's Note: Hello people! This is my first and most definitely not my last Tales of the Abyss fan-fic! I love this game and hope that you love my story! Also, I'm sorry this is such a short chapter, but I hope to have the next one up sometime this week. And unfortunately, the second chapters also short. (I wrote most of this on the hour long bus ride to school and from school...) Anyways, please R&R, it speeds up the process of uploading, that means more chapters in a week! Oh, and I have school, sports, and a crappy computer so don't worry if I dont upload frequently, it just sort of happens for me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of the Abyss. If I did though, the 3DS version would have had more stuff and better graphics.

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Chapter 1: The return of the prophet

It was an ordinary day, the sky was grey and it was drizzling down rain. A boy with lightly tanned skin, and a mess of hair that was a mix of light and dark brown was jogging through the rain, trying to get thought the streets and into some kind of shelter as soon as possible. All of a sudden his phone vibrated. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the message sent to him. Suddenly, his face turned a light red, not very noticeable but you could tell he was excited by the way his face lit up. Quickly he responded in a quick and cool matter, as not to give his feelings away. Soon he picked back up his phone was surprised to see that this time it wasn't a message, but a call. "H-Hello?" He responded in a shaky tone, almost as if he was nervous, and cursed under his breath for it.

"Hey! How's it going? Are you going to the party tonight?" The boy began to frown, his eyes filling with a slight anger and his corners of his mouth were drooping down in sorrow.

"No, I can't. My damn parents won't let me come because it's "Too dangerous" or because I'm "Gonna get drunk." He said this antagonizing comment in a sarcastic and demeaning tone, eliciting a small laugh from the girl on the other side of the line. This of course, put a Cheshire grin on his face as well.

"Well, that sucks. I was really hoping that you could go." The boy could almost picture her facial features being scrunched up, and he began to hope so much that he stopped walking, right in the middle of an alleyway in the heart of Oakland, past 53rd and Broadway. He wondered what she meant by that and stood there pondering why she had said that. In this moment, this second, he had decided it was time to tell her the truth, the real feelings for her. While he built up his courage listening to her talking about how the party was going, two men stumbled into the alleyway, obviously intoxicated to the limit of human tolerance. The stench of alcohol, weed and cheap cocaine had caused the young man to turn around and look at the men walking towards him in a suspicious manner, but he was used to it; it happened all the time here. So he just continued to listen to the girl's melodious voice.

"Listen... I have something that I've been wanting to tell you for a long time." he paused. "I-I li..." he was stopped there. He sensed that something was about to happen so he looked at the men who were now circling him, eyeing him for something that they might be able to sell for a little liquor or maybe even drug money if they're addicts. Finally one of the men spoke up.

"What are you doing here boy? You know you shouldn't be around here at this time, in this neighborhood, especially if you's a weak white bitch." The young man could tell that he was flat out drunk, so much so that he could probably push him over with one finger and he would fall. But he could tell something was off, the boy suddenly took a defensive stance.

"Hey what's happening!?" The girl was frantic, screaming into the phone. "Say something!" finally the boy realized what he sensed was wrong. The men reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, but also lots and lots of blood.

He looked up and said to the men, "I need to go."

One of the guys walked up close to him and whispered in his ear, "Don't say that bitch. Now you've got me interested." The boy shoved him away. As he suspected he was so drunk that a simple push can knock him over with ease. The second man chuckled. "Look. Give me your money and everything will be ok. We won't give you no trouble." You could tell he didn't mean it in the slightest.

The boy laughed and said fearlessly, "I think I can take on a dead drunk like you."

"Okay then." And then, not too suddenly, the man swung at him. The boy dodged with ease, almost like he was stretching. Then he reacted. He grabbed the man's arm as the guy stumbled over, and pulled him forward. With his other arm he punched him in the face as he passed by, giving out a distinct crunch as it connected with his jaw bone. The man fell to the ground and grunted in pain. On the floor the boy faintly heard the girl talk.

"Oh my god! He really is being mugged! Someone call 9-1-1!" The boy heard the group she was with gasp and he heard footsteps. The man had gotten up while he was distracted and charged him. The boy pushed him out of the way and slammed his linked fists into the small of his back, slamming the man into the hard, jagged gravel and glass. Suddenly, he felt a bottle connect with the base of his neck, shattering and lodging into his skull. While he fell his vision blurred and he began to lose his balance. He stumbled back up and could barely dodge the drunken punches being thrown from both sides. Eventually one hit him with enough force to knock him to his knees.

"I guess now you wish you had just given your money you son of a bitch."

"N-Nope" He knew he had to act quickly, and without hesitation. With a hazy plan forming in his mind he acted quickly, getting on one foot and spinning around with his other leg, knocking over the first assailant but slipped as he landed. The other one, surprised with that bold move that the child had just done, had backed away so he could pull out the glinting weapon he had concealed in his back pocket.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but, give us your damn money and you won't die like this, in an alleyway, slowly bleeding out with no help for days."

The boy thought about that idea. What would his family do, if he was gone for days, only to end up dead in an alleyway? But he knew that he couldn't stand it. Giving up in the face of tyranny. He couldn't let it control his life, his very being any longer.

"No." He paused, slowly pulling himself up. "I won't let anybody take advantage of me anymore. I'm sick of it and, and ..." he never finished his sentence, for he felt something, something with power that he had never felt, not even his martial arts master had such a powerful and destructive aura. This one made him feel calm and safe yet wanting to crawl away in fear. Suddenly, the sky lit up with a blinding white-green light.

"My child..." The voice paused, allowing his voice to resonate leaving the two men, the boy and the voices over the phone in complete awe. "My child I have finally found you..."

"OH MY GOD!" The assailants spoke up. "Salvador run! IT'S MOTHER-FUCKING GOD!" then they ran away praying for forgiveness. I on the other hand, was so stunned that the only thing that I could think of is how ironic they are for saying "Oh my god" when god is in their presence. The phone is still buzzing away on the floor, people having conversations that I could only register as buzzing. I stupidly asked with a tentative voice, "Are you really God?"

The voice gave a small laugh. "In a way my child, in a way. I am here to bring you with me, back to your birthplace, for your true land is in peril. Now come my child, back to Aldruant." I stood there, looking confused, dazed and excited, not knowing what was going to happen to me. I only had one question. "Who are you?" I didn't know where Aldruant was but I knew what's there. Tales of the Abyss. The game that I played over and over again. The place that I wanted to go and live so badly that my heart ached at the thought. His words rekindled a fire in my very being; a fire full of longing. Then it responded. "My child, I am Lorelei, the being of the 7th fonon. Aldruant is in grave peril and it needs its Prophet who was whisked away years ago to aid it in its true survival. He can see things that even I, a god that predicted the future, cannot see. So I will take you home my child, to save the world." and with that the light opened in a sort of gateway into my new future, a future of danger, excitement, and of course, love.

Remember, R&R! I hope this was an okay first chapter, if it was or wasn't, tell me in the comments or else it'll never be the way you want!

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