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Hello guys, I know it's been a long time since I last update or publish a story! I wanna say, Happy Valentines Day and this special post will only be a publish of a Tales of story, a cross over of Tales of the Abyss x Tales of Vesperia x Tales of Grace. The prologue might be crappy, but it gets better!
I will be posting at least five chapters and will post another five later on. That's how I will do it.
Here we go!
Summary:In the dimension of the three great continents: Ephinea, Terca Lumireis and the newly discovered, Auldrant. A threat arises and Luke, Captain of the Imperial Knights must journey back to Auldrant to capture the famous criminal, but he's not alone in this mess. An old past arises and bonds are reformed. Implied Yaoi and several pairings, Tales of Grace f included in crossover.
Pairing: Main Asch x Luke, Flynn x Yuri, Richard x Asbel.
One-sided Yuri x Luke, Natalia x Asch, Tear x Luke, and Guy x Flynn.
Hints of possible Jade x Guy and Ion x Sync.
Warning: Contains Yaoi, language and blood, OC's included, Skits and diaries included (Mainly by Luke), Luke is the main here, and OCC characters possibly.
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Prologue
The creation of this dimension, Adunare created and led by the Tri series that unites and consist of three worlds intersecting together.
The ancient technology of centuries ago, blastia created by the elf-like Krityans and supplied by aer to provide a luxury to the current residence today; for everyday needs, military and combat needs. This was Terca Lumireis; a large continent relied heavily on blastia, its famous vigilant guilds and Imperial Knights lived for justice, peace and chaos.
Obelisk Mountains are famous in this continent, the giant crystals that are the source of these lands known as the Valkines Cyras that supply the people with Eleth, the source of life. The second largest continent, Ephinea, the only three Valkines Cyras in its respective territory based on the disastrous environment; Gloandi of Windor, the wind of the grass land. Duplemer of Stratha, bringing fourth water in the dry deserts. Lastly, the Forbrannir of Fendel, the heat of the ice lands.
In the final largest continent that has yet to be discovered by either two, a land and sea composed of element particles known as fonons are gathered in Auldrant. Known to Auldrant history, only six fonons exist; Fire, Earth, Water, Wind, Light and Shadow and along with the discovery of a seventh fonon; Sound. The seventh fonon discovery brought a new age, as those that are able to use the seventh fonon can heal wounds and most of all, read the future. Such as the Seeress, Yulia Jue had placed a future for thousands of years to come for Auldrant that will give prosperity. The prophecies became known as the Score and the religious organization known as the Order of Lorelei had came to, led by the Fon Master and branching from religious/politics/military and a neutral group that serves as peacemaker for the Kimlasca and Malkuth territory.
Yet, there is also another neutral group, but it wouldn't be called a group. Hidden from the world by a thick mist, beyond it was a homely village that welcomes anyone that ventures in if brave enough.
From this story onward, the peaceful days will unravel into an event of chaos from a small short story book itself told.
Undine Redecan, LunadayN.D. 2018, Unknown
Loud thunderous storms echo through the cloudy night, flashing and flickering a moment before it fades away. The thick forest mist had been disperse in this only exception of rain, each flashing moment there was a shadow of a young man on a patch of flat dirt that became muddy. On his knees, he gripped the soaking crimson white tailored coat as he coughed, his saliva mixed crimson. There was a moment silence before the lightning flashes, the man was lying on his back now, this time it was more clear to see him.
Short, messy red hair now covered in mud like the rest of his cloths and pale skin were dirt covered. Apple green eyes stare at the rain, letting the merciless squall drench him in his sorrow, and he clenched on his coat tighter. He gritted his teeth in pain, but he suffered worse. Much worse.
Betrayed by the people he called friends, abandoned and forgotten to the point he wanted to cry as he was naïve to the point of annoyance.
He changed, he really did change, he became selfless and no longer the spoiled brat he was. The red head knew that he was still hated after all of this; he was still willing to try to help as much as he can.
It looks like…it didn't matter anymore…
The red head slowly loosen his grip on his coat, letting his hand fall to the side revealing a jagged scar across his chest, and forgetting to attempt to pull the bow on his shoulder. His eyelids closing slowly, sweep away into a deep sleep with the only thought of a familiar red head similar to his own.
Another lightning strike hit the wet, muddy ground a yelp of surprise was heard from a young woman. Her footing slipped and her bottom hit the ground from shock.
"Ugh! Not this again!" The young woman shouted.
Cursing, the young woman stood up and dusted off any dirt on her. She wore a tan cloak to cover herself from the drenching rain, and in her right hand was a staff holding a lit lamp to light her path in this storm.
"The Witch needed herbs…In the middle of a storm to be exact and to curse more of my luck, she threaten me!" She shouted more, another thunder rumbled. "Yeah, yeah…Roar all you want…"
The cloak woman marched through the forest carefully, aware of any slippery parts that would make herself look more idiotic than needed. Her grumblings were evident enough to hear throughout the forest. If she remembers, the Witch said the herbs were at the deeper parts of the forest which wasn't that far from where she was. The cloaked woman was more concerned about the storm getting worse along the way.
"Geez…She could've waited till tomorrow…" The cloaked woman thought to herself.
A loud groan reached her ears, halting her steps as she looked around for the cause of the sound. Did she imagine it?
No, her ears were clear as the day itself, there was no way, even in a storm she could've mistake that sound. Someone needed help and that's final.
"Is someone there?!" She shouted loudly. "Please answer!"
The cloaked woman began to run to where she last heard the groan, continuing to shout and glad for once the lightning flashes had helped with the way through the forest. She forces her tired legs to keep up till she heard a faint voice by a few feet behind her.
"Who's….there…?" A male voice croaked.
The cloaked woman turned around and ran over there quickly, gasping at the sight before her.
She would've regarded at the young man was quite stunning if it weren't for the mess he was in. The young man red hair tangled and covered in dirt, his skin pale and drenched to the bone, his cloths soaked from the rain and his white coat slowly turning scarlet which gave her the thought that he was probably critically injured. When the lightning flashed again, she saw clearly there was an arrow sticking out on one of his shoulders.
"What the hell…?" She questioned loudly.
Is this why the Witch send her out?
Not like there was any point to find answers currently, she better carry this person back to the village before the storm gets any worse and the person lying in front of her becomes nothing more than a corpse. She wouldn't want the Witch to have her head if she came back empty handed. Worse was that she could've been turn into a toad or bug if the Witch wanted to.
The cloaked woman shuddered at the thought throwing the young red head arm over her shoulder and walked/run toward the village.
Everything were vague for the redhead, he remember times being conscious and carried by someone. Judging from the voice that his savior, it was a woman. There were lights he saw and a group of people running up to the redhead and his savior. Some people asking if he were all right and others telling him to hold on as he recall the feeling of his lead weight body placed down somewhere.
Few times, he heard and felt someone beside him the entire time he was sleeping. The redhead wouldn't call his dreams pleasant, more like nightmares…
His sins, betrayed, and abandonment.
At the time of waking, groaning loudly, the redhead opened a heavy eyelid. His vision blurry of everything around him, the redhead felt soreness all around his body like someone mashed him with a mallet, his head pounded like drums beating constantly, his mouth and throat dry like sand, and he felt his limbs heavy like lead.
"Finally awake are you, boy?" A croaked voice asked.
"W-What…? W-Who…?" The redhead groaned, he cursed inwardly that his vision hasn't cleared up yet.
He was trying to sit up when something was shoved in front of his mouth; he narrowed his eyes at what it was.
"Drink a spoonful of this; it'll help with the soreness you are feeling, boy." The croaked voice ordered.
The redhead hesitated a moment before opening his mouth slowly and the taste of bitterness overwhelm his tongue. He cringed and gave a disgusted gruff, forcing himself to swallow the bitter liquid like it was slime.
The good thing was that the medicine, he presumed to his disgust had worked. The soreness of his body lessened along with the pounding aches in his head, through his throat was still dry.
"Good…Now about your eyes…What are you seeing now?" The croaked voice that sounded shrill asked.
"Um…Blurry and difficult to make out?" The redhead said with uncertainty, it was difficult to see now that he think about it.
"Hm…"
There were sounds of items moving in a messy order for twenty minutes the redhead assumed. Then it stopped and the footsteps headed back to where he was.
"Try wearing this, boy." The croaked voice suggested.
Something slip on top of his ears and rested on the bridge of his nose. The redhead vision soon became clear, blinking a few times and jumped in surprise. He moved back to the wall as close as possible, the shock still evident on his face.
The croaked voiced had belong to an elderly woman, short she was with the thick layers of greed and red stripped clothing on her body and a black scarf covered the shoulders. The old woman gray hair tied into a bun and through her round spectacles was a disapproving stare with her nose held high.
"Hmph, the first thing you see and you back away like a shivering dog." The old woman spoke in a stern tone.
It took a few seconds before the redhead had relax, knowing he wasn't in danger and adjusted to his surroundings. He glanced around; the home itself seemed homely if you ignored the unique things here. He presumed it was a dome shape home judging by the ceiling, made of large cemented bricks and it was small by the amount of mess if you call it a mess. Books covered the entire floors, all of them thick and thin with leather covers in a cursive writing. There some along the shelves against the wall including potions and the unique items he saw. Old rugs and vintage tables that could've cost fortunes from the state they are. The scent itself was bitter and wrinkling his nose yet there was the smell of incense that covered it up.
Now he looked down to see where he had been lying on the entire time; a straw bed covered in blankets, not exactly the most comfortable bed, but still a bed nonetheless.
"Are you done ogling around my home, boy?" The old woman barked, making the redhead flinch slightly.
"I-I apologize…I only wanted to see where I am, Miss…."
"Call me Edna." The old woman, Edna introduces herself. "Also known as the Witch of this village as almost everyone refers to me."
"I'm Luke." The redhead, Luke nodded at Edna. "Thank you for…helping me, Miss Edna."
"Don't thank me, lad." Edna mumbled, glancing at the glass colored window. "Thank the young lady I sent to fetch me some herbs to only come back with a half-dead body."
Luke blinked at that statement, wondering if the young lady Edna mentioned had a bad relationship with the old woman.
"If you don't mind me asking…where is this place?" Luke asked.
"Where, lad…You are in the village where outsiders rarely visit intentionally." Edna answered in a bleary tone, earning a bemused expression from Luke. "I'm too old to answer this myself, go find the young lady that saved your sorry head. If it helps, her name is Aaralyn."
When the redhead didn't move, the old woman became more annoyed and barked at Luke.
"She's outside near the river,now get the hell out of my house!"
Luke could only mumble and scratched his head at the…somewhat cranky treatment he got when he just woke up from the old woman.
The village itself was quite a stunning view, it looked similar to Engeve except smaller. After all, it was supposed to be a village secluded from the rest of the world. Despite that fact, the people here…seem fine with it, happy even and going through their lives like normal. Homes made from wood or bricks, the smell of the forest pine cones and burning food lingers in the air, and it looked to be still developing. Farmers working day and night on their fields, fishers head outside the village to the river banks carrying fishing nets, business people making a living with trades; there were some merchants that know about this place and make business here too, and children carrying books head to a fairly large building that he concluded was a school.
The redhead could tell that he himself stand out with his red hair and strange clothing. Luckily, he was wearing his black shirt that reveal his stomach a bit, his black pants and brown combat boots. So he wasn't wearing that demon ensign white coat making questions arise and still only wore his sword attached to his back.
Skit 1: The Mist Village
Luke: Apparently, this village is hidden by a mist from what the villagers told me so far. It doesn't seem lonely at all from the looks of the people.
There was a sigh emitted from Luke
Luke: Even through this place is cheerful…It doesn't help me one bit at all…Through that Aaralyn person…
The expression on Luke face changed to his normal, upbeat self.
Luke: They said that this Aaralyn girl is at the river banks; I should find her and thank her for saving me.
Skit Ends
Luke was near the riverbanks now by the time the sun was setting. The warm orange rays glittered the water surface into an ocean hue, making the sight eye catching to anyone. The red head walked up to a nearby fisherman, who seemed to be around in his early twenties. Luke tapped the man shoulders to gain his attention which worked when the fisherman turned around.
"Oh! You are that outsider everyone talking about, red hair and green eyes." The man deep voice boomed, grinning broadly.
"Yes, that's right…I was wondering if you know where Aaralyn is. I want to thank her for saving me earlier." Luke said politely.
"Ah…Aaralyn…You should find her by herself at this time over…there!" The fisherman pointed to his right.
"Thank you, sir." Luke thanked the man and left the spot to head down.
"Anytime, kid!"
"Over there, the man said." Luke thought, jogging now down and near the river banks.
His apple green eye catching a lone figure standing in the water by ankle depth, and looking closely, the figure was a female with thin and long pale blond hair akin to silver. The blond wore only baggy green pants that stopped at her knee and wore a bright red shirt that matched her light apple red eyes. Through the red shirt didn't stand out due to her long brown scarf that acted like a cloak covered parts of her back and shoulders.
Luke watched as the blond haired woman closed her eyes, relaxing and letting the wind picked her hair up gently. A minute, five minutes, ten minutes had passed when the blond haired woman opened her eyes and turned her head, scarlet eyes had made contact with apple green. There was a scowl graced upon the blond woman face as she stared more at the redhead. Her lips parted to say a question that sounded more like an insult:
"You're awake now, idiot?"
The blond woman was having a good day relaxing with her foot soaking against the cold water and relaxing. The gentle breeze of the winds playing and tugging her blond shoulder length hair that had braids on the side tightly kept. She stared into the sunset and closed her scarlet eyes for several minutes.
Yes, this was peace…
"Hm?Someone…there." The blond woman took notice of a presence near her opening her eyes.
Oh, it was that redhead she saved a few weeks ago. It looked like the Witch had lent him some lens to wear and it did quite suit him; rectangle lens and rust color frames added more appeal. But, if she observes closely…something about him irks her to the point to punch him in the head.
She hadn't realized she scowled and the first words that left her lips despite her vows to be polite to a stranger, no matter what.
"You're awake now, idiot?"
Apparently, the redhead hadn't expected it and gave a strange look.
Currently, Luke is feeling awkward now around the blond woman, Aaralyn she introduce herself earlier. Both of them sitting at on the grass near the river, Aaralyn staring at the water surface and the redhead himself staring at the grass in front of him the silence thickening between them.
"So? Something you want?" Aaralyn spoke after the silence had bothered her.
"Um…Thank you for saving me, Miss Aaralyn." Luke thanked, glancing to see a bemused expression on the blond woman face. "Something wrong, your face looks weird?"
"No…I just never expected to be thanked by a stranger before." The blond woman trailed off, looking at the side now. "Luke, was it?"
"Yes."
"I'm pretty sure you have a lot of questions now, right?" Aaralyn asked, if she was right, then damn the Witch being a sloth to the point she can't even open her mouth.
"Yeah…Where am I exactly?" The redhead had been wondering exactly where, he knew that he was in a village that is hidden and no outsiders ever ventured in.
"Hm…Well, you ever heard of Ephinea and Terca Lumireis?" There was a shake of "No" from the redhead. The blond woman sighed; through it wasn't surprising for Luke to might not know about them.
"You're from Auldrant then."
"W-What?" The redhead expression became more confused. "You make it sound like you aren't from Auldrant at all."
"First off, the villages you are in are known as the Mura no Kiri(1). Here's the thing, the Mura no Kiri like the one we are in right now is like a borderline between the continent Auldrant, Ephinea and Terca Lumireis." Aaralyn explained, earning a pure look of shock yet curiosity from Luke. "Despite the Mura no Kiri looking small, there are more like this spread somewhere else. Right now, this Mura no Kiri we currently are in is a borderline between Terca Lumireis and Auldrant. Got it?"
"I think I do, but what reason do you keep this place hidden from people?" Luke asked.
"You see here, this land, this river, and this forest itself is rich in resources. Right?" Aaralyn questioned Luke.
"It does…seem that way." Luke answer was vague, he wasn't that bright and he hadn't bothered much on such things.
"The founder wouldn't like for greedy people to take this away. I would agree too, you never get to see sunsets like this here." Aaralyn spoke softly with a small depressing tone hinted with anger as she turned her head back to stare at the river.
Luke only silently agrees that the sight of nature at this time was stunning. It would be sullen if such place had been deforested.
Slowly, the sun rays disappeared into the murky purple skies. The curtains down and it was time for the moon and the stair to appear for its evening act. Aaralyn stood up and stretched like a cat and looked down to the redhead with a winsome mood.
"You ready to head back to Auldrant? I can take you there in the morning." The blond woman asked.
Then there was no answer from the redhead, who only brought his knees together and buried his chin on them. He only shook his head, which raised a confused eyebrow from Aaralyn.
"I…don't have a place there anymore. I'm considered dead and that's it." The redhead spoke in an unknown tone, akin to either anger or sadness the blond woman didn't know. "I can't return."
"Well, what are you going to do then?" Aaralyn asked, somewhat annoyed. "You can't stay here forever and you have to leave eventually."
"I know."
"If you know, then what the hell are you going to do?!" The blond woman voice rose a bit.
"…I don't know actually…I do know that I can only wait and disappear." Luke answer was once again vague.
"Disappear?" Aaralyn growled softly, sighing and remembering to count to ten to control her temper. "…How about this? I'll make an offer to help you."
The redhead tilted his head up to stare at Aaralyn, puzzled at the change of mood.
"You will be learning about Ephinea and Terca Lumireis history, social life, economics, government, geographic, and whatever that will be needed for at least a year or until you passed the exam supervised by the Witch or I. From there on, you have to leave this village, and live in either Ephinea or Terca Lumireis to your choosing. However your lifestyle will be, it's up to you." The blond women explain the offer. "But if you don't choose to learn, you will be kicked out and be forced to return to Auldrant on your own. Those are my offers, what will do you?"
Luke hadn't expected this development at all, this offer, this chance that someone was willing to give to a complete stranger. He was curious about the two continents Aaralyn mentioned, but he had doubts about himself. Can he live or was he even allowed to…?
The redhead had to smile at the question directed at himself. It was his choice and a choice was given to him. He wanted to change, he did and he wanted to live how he wished to live, this was probably a good chance.
Luke stood up, facing Aaralyn and smiled more as he nodded.
"I'll learn. I'll learn about Ephinea and Terca Lumireis and choose how I want to live."
TBC
Skit 2: Two-faced Mystery?
Luke stares at Aaralyn intently and Aaralyn feels bothered by the stare.
Aaralyn: W-What? Is there something on my face?
Luke: No…When you proposed that offer…You said you were going to teach me about Terca Lumireis and Ephinea?
Aaralyn: Yes or the Witch can teach you. Why do you ask?
Luke: You don't appear like someone that might teach.
Aaralyn scowls and glares at Luke, angry at the statement now.
Aaralyn: What the hell does that mean?! I'll have you know that I have a Master Degree in teaching History, Arithmetic, Language and Music to children and teenagers. I am a teacher just to be perfectly clear, do you hear me?!
Luke: Owowowowowowow!I get it, so let go of my ear please!
Aaralyn: Good. Your lessons will begin in a few days as you need to recover still.
Aaralyn smiles and lets go of Luke ear, leaving now. Luke expression became confused at the change of mood.
Luke: …Is she bipolar or something?
Skit Ends
A/N:
That's the end of the Prologue, expect four more chapters that will be posted soon! I know this prologue seems rushed, but I will try to edit it later to make it better.
One more thing: Skits and Diaries will be included during the duration of the story. .
Also:
Mura no Kiri(1) - Roughly translated to "Village of the Mist" if I'm wrong, please correct me.
Reviews and have a great Valentines day!