Summary: Set in 3 Arcs The land, Symphonia held together by the power of Yggdrasil; only love and adoration keeps this bond, but when the hearts of men clash in war, Sylvarant and Tethe'alla are in peril once more.

Note: Sequel fic. Not based on "new evil", in other words, not clichéd.

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Doomed to Repeat

Arc 1: An Aurion's Legacy

Chapter 1: Arrival

"Hi-yah!" A satisfying and triumphant shout resonates through the woods of the quiet forest of Iselia.

As corpses of the weak monsters laid behind a dashing shadow from behind the trees, the sound of birds and a serene, cloudless sky caused a halt to an emerging figure. It was a male, catching his breath with his hands on his knee, exhaling and inhaling, the boy turned his head towards the never to be blown-up Human Ranch. It stood there empty, mysterious, and important.

"Brings back memories…" he sighed, unsheathing his sword, and turned once more looking at the sky, with a quick glance at his Exsphere he began to run again.

Jumping down the same cliffs, but this time he knew that no camera was watching him. He felt free like a bird, a lone wolf…a wandering swordsman once more. And yet, the cruel joke of irony was the very thing that caused him to be here.

"Dad…" as he jumped over a wolf feeling like his father in space, he finally felt more hope as he was exiting the Iselia Forest.

It was breakfast; Lloyd had finally come down from upstairs after being called down by Dirk for so long that he had lost his appetite when he saw his food. You see, it was only a week he had rested at his home, until he planned to pack everything the morning of his leave to search and destroy all the Exspheres of the world. It wasn't very smart, he had known, but he did manage to buy everything prior that day.

As he told his dwarf-father goodbye, a commanding voice shot into Lloyd's ear stopping him in his place, "Stop! Lloyd, you mustn't go…Do you think I could let my boy leave without saying goodbye…" As Dirk came to by Lloyd's surprise embrace him, he began to understand that it was probably because he would miss him.

But just as soon as Lloyd was about to say those clichéd words in tales of romance, he felt his hand tingle, and before he knew it his entire body fell like a brick to the ground.

"What the hell! Da-ack!" He exclaimed as he was trying to get up.

"It's something I learnt from the ninja clan of Mizuho, it's what I call, a "mana seal", it's a device I placed on you Exsphere so you lose your abilities to fight." He said informatively, "If I had told you to leave, your stubborn head would have just left anyway…so I had no choice." Dirk finished and walked towards the dinner table.

"This doesn't make any sense…why?" Lloyd said finally getting up, feeling his hand while reaching for his sword.

Dirk sat himself slowly at his table from just picking up the dishes to the sink, he said patiently, "The world…is at war!"

But what did that mean? Lloyd had confusion written on his face, if it were anything remotely related to what he thought it was, it would mean that all they done were for nothing. This entire journey was to show people that they all had a right to live that no one should die, in simpler words, there should be peace. But from hearing Dirk's words, he didn't think another war would happen, the very thing that caused them to go on this journey was a war…

"What do you mean?" questioned Lloyd, thinking it would be pointless to unsheathe his Material Blade, so he just took it out instantly.

Dirk glanced to see what he heard was true, and continued. "Asgard is planning a full-scale war with the help of every city in the once-Sylvarant on Tethe'alla. They said if no one participates…" he sighed wishing a better way to explain, "Lloyd, it'll be just like the Great Kharlan War, except with more pain, because this time, it's a battle to the end…They want Tethe'alla's technology-no their lost prosperity, they believe Tethe'alla had lived in happiness for too long, it should be their time to taste their suffering. They want to kill every single last Tethe'allan.

"What!? No, you're kidding…wait, then Zelos, Sheena, Presea and Regal…" Lloyd sneaked a look at the door.

"-might die…" Dirk said regretfully.

A sudden thought had just occurred in Lloyd's mind, he quickly formulated a plan to get away from his father, so he can go warn his friends and possibly even stop this madness. So he thought he could distract Dirk into letting off his guard, and with immediately make a run for it, he didn't care if his dad had a seal on him, it was only a matter of asking for another dwarf/friend/anyone to help get rid of the seal, and besides monsters in the world were decreasing in numbers and strength, for Martel was no more, and the "trials" were put to an end.

"...And what about you! You said everyone must participate?" He said in a diversion, though that didn't mean that he didn't care about his father's well-being.

"That's why you must hide Lloyd, I'm protecting you for your own good, I'll go to war, but you have to stay here…and live!" He commanded once more, "It is what Kratos would want too…" Dirk looked at Lloyd to wait for a response.

"Dad…" Lloyd whispered to himself, "Well," but just as soon as Lloyd was going to execute his plan and think he was going to get away with it, he was loudly interrupted by a harsh knocking on the door.

"OPEN UP! Asgard officials!" but just like any demanding person, there was a short moment of silence before the screws that held the door came loose and the door fell causing dust to rise into the air.

Three; two, what seemed like Desian grunts, and one, what seemed like a Desian mage stood, except without out he same outfits and colours, their appearance in battle ability were uncanny. Stood with arms folded and a glint from one of whom had glasses spoke, "Dirk Irving…" It seemed like they didn't know of Lloyd's existence, due to the absence of his name being called, it was probably due to the fact that Lloyd was a person from Cruxis, and never actually born as a citizen, because of Kratos and Anna's constant running, he never got registered…luckily! Dirk heaved a sigh of hope, and yet felt anguish in his stomach. "You are to come to Asgard…NOW!"

Lloyd was about to retaliate, and cast a demon fang, but just as soon as it was being used; it failed, for he forgot of the mana seal. Though, the sword still had a sharp edge, and that was all that you truly need to fight, that's what he thought, so he rushed towards the three men.

"Huh? Who the hell is this kid?" One wondered without hesitation.

"Leave this to me…" another cried, "…Cyclone!" after a murmured incantation was recited, a chaotic image of destruction and catastrophe filled the house with winds that pierced the wood like blades. The entire house was ransacked, but what absolute luck that the house still stood, however only the living room, the upstairs toppled. It was a wreck, beyond belief, to think that a person would go to great lengths to cause such a tremendous devastation to befall in such a fragile abode.

"Ugh!" a grunt came from beneath the debris of the wreckage, as a hand pushed aside the wooden planks, Lloyd sat himself upright on top as if he had just built a simple yet effective chair on top of the broken pieces, "Dad?" was the first thing that came to his mind.

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"Where are you?" Lloyd stopped in front of Iselia, wondering if he should ask Colette to come…or to at least say a farewell to her.

Looking at the entrance to Iselia, seeing the backs of the two guards, made him wonder if they also knew of this war, and maybe possibly even Dirk's whereabouts within Asgard. They were all military associated…right? He could even ask the mayor…But he felt anxious, it wasn't like this was the first time going to a new place or anything…it was his fear that what if Iselia had turned, and really was in on it with this war, what if he got captured. He wasn't as strong as he was before, what with the seal and all.

Still, for some reason he felt going there was a good choice, so he took a step forward, however he froze.

From the sun's rays to his feet, he saw a shadow that from behind had spoke. He knew that this person had left, and yet if his suspicions were correct, then it was that very person. He didn't know what to feel, as he slowly turned around; joy and curiosity surrounded him.

"Where is who?" asked the voice of an aubern haired man, with a stature the befitting the colour of his costume, noble, proud, and graceful, yet with a hint of mystery and darkness. A sword hung by his waist, one that was never seen before by the eyes of this person's son…the father of Lloyd Aurion.

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Not cliché! I ensure you! All will be explained LOGICALLY as to Kratos's return next chapter.

Hope you all enjoyed! I really had fun writing this, and man what a relief, I finally got my idea for this, not to sound arrogant and naïve, but AWESOME sequel down. I'm so happy, I've had this idea for such a long time, but had writer's block, due to not being able to write it and make it sound not cheesy, and basically not suck!

Heh, thanks for taking the time to read! Please review, for every review submitted, Martel grants a miracle!