Suzu: Welcome to our new fic, Tales of Tails! Stupid name, eh? Anyway, we hope you enjoy it.

Jet: You gotta have more information than that.

Suzu: Right. MAJOR SPOILERS HERE! Not kidding, either. This has lots of info about Zelos. Read at your own risk. This takes place after the game ends, about 2 years. I would recommend only after you get to the second disk, just to be safe. Info about Kratos and Lloyd too.

Zelos: A new story huh. And I'm the star!

Jet: For once.

Suzu: Pairings! At last! Sheelos, mostly, some Colloyd, and some Gesea, cause Gesea is cute.

DisclaimerLalalala...I don't own Namco's work of ToS. Though I'm thinking of a bargain...

Chapter 1–Every dog has it's day.

Name? Zelos Wilder.

Age? 24.

Occupation? Uhhh...chosen of mana?

Features? Glad you asked. Beautiful red hair and blue eyes, handsome face, lovely voice...argh, this line is to short...

Next, um...Skills? This is weird. Well, keen eye for observation...great at math...skilled with the ladies...talented with a sword...

"Will that do?" I asked, handing the clip board back to the lady behind the desk. A pretty lady at that. I was too tired to turn on my charm though.

The lady smiled and took the clip board. "Of course, Chosen. Thank you."

"Yeah, um...I'll go then..."

The lady just sighed happily as I left. Figured. I'm not even the chosen anymore yet they still call me that. I walked out of the Imperial Research Academy. It would really suck having a job there. What was I thinking? I couldn't become a scientist! Sheena would really hate me! Yeah, that would suck.

I traveled lazily back in the direction to my mansion with my hands stuff in my pockets. A nice nap would be great. Girls can really tire a guy out.

I like girls. Hell, every guy likes girls. But I tire of it. Reeeally fast.

It's no wonder why every girl flocks to me or squeals when they hear my name. Hell, even guys do it, which gets pretty scary. Excluding my beauty, smarts, and skills, I have a title. A powerful title. A really really powerful title, which seems to be all I'm good for.

Every person in Tethe'alla knows me. Or my title as chosen. What ever way you want to look at it. So people bow at my feet. Can't blame them; my position is right under the king, even higher than the pope. But no one knows me knows me. Before they get a chance to they run away and brag to their friends that they talked to me. What the hell am I, a dog! Geez! I'm sure if I did turn into a dog, no one would even notice, not even my friends. Probably only my butler and sister would care, thank Martel for them. But hell, I'm just an obstacle, and always will be.

I stopped walking and blinked. Looking around, I figured I was lost. That's impossible. Rephrase that; I wasn't watching where I was going. Studying the ragged houses I found myself standing in the middle of the slums, which was no where near my house. I'm in the slums.

Yuck. Just perfect.

It was dark out, and I didn't even notice. That's a surprise. I usually pay good attention, except when stuff gets way to boring for me. Well, I guess I've been trying to pretend way to hard lately. Forcing a fake smile takes a lot out of you.

"Are you lost, good sir?"

I jumped at being addressed and spun around. Standing right in front of me was a little old lady barely coming up to my chest, covered in a large cloak so I couldn't see her eyes but her nose and mouth. Freaky. Her voice croaked, reminding me of a demented frog or something. Clutched in her bony hands was a bottle filled with a red liquid. She was smiling, a crooked smile, like she had something twisted planned in her mind. Heh, what did I care? I just wanted to get home and away from this old granny.

"No," I replied. I was being truthful, yet my tone made it sound like a lie. I wasn't lost. I knew Meltokio like the back of my hand.

"I can help you find your way," she said. I took a small step back. This lady was freaking me out.

"I know my way," I snapped back, getting annoyed.

"Drink this magic potion, sir." She lifted the red bottle over her head and towards my chest. It didn't look very appetizing, chunky and simmering, as if she just took it off a stove only a few minutes before. "It can help you find your true path and soul."

"No, I know my true-"

"Please drink up." She thrust the bottle forcefully into my chest. Regretfully I took it. I didn't want to take it. I had a really bad vibe about this.

With a short shrug I unscrewed the lid. What the hell. What's the worst that can happen? I hesitated for a second with the rim of the glass close to my lips, and chugged it down, draining it. Yuck! I resisted spitting it out and swallowed it. I coughed and waited. The lady smiled, also waiting.

Nothing.

"I don't feel any different," I grumbled.

"It'll take time," she said, in a unreassuring tone that I didn't like.

"Listen, you old hag," I snarled. The lady exhaled, surprised. That was her only reaction to my rudeness. "I don't have time for magic crap tricks." I threw the empty bottle into her arms and turned on my heel.

"You'll regret that rudeness, sir!" She threatened as I walked away. "You'll see what you should be, you'll be helpless!"

Enraged I spun around. "Well, what-" I blinked. The lady was gone. "Huh?" I shrugged it off and turned back to the direction of the exit to the slums and towards my house.

"Time for a...good...nap..." As I took the first step I tripped, feeling dizzy. I landed on my stomach and rolled to my back, eyes closed. Darkness overtook me.

Blackness.

"I'm happy you're back, Dad."

Lloyd Irving was walking beside his father through the Iselia forest. The monsters, most of them, were gone, the only ones left were small forest animals that peek out every so often.

Kratos Aurion grinned at the 19 year old boy. He said nothing, not being able to find anything to talk about or respond with. Lloyd didn't seem to mind. He was just happy the angel was back.

"How was space?" Lloyd asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Alright," Kratos finally answered. "Derris-Kharlan is under control now and is being controlled by the elves and half elves."

"Elves and half elves are working together?"

Kratos sighed in a content way. "They do not have a choice. It was the only way to control the planet. They said that I was allowed to visit this world. Also, Yuan is looking after the mana planet as well."

"Oh yeah, I was wondering where Yuan went," Lloyd said thoughtfully. He glanced at Kratos. "You haven't changed very much."

"I cannot say the same for you, Lloyd."

"Heh." Lloyd glanced at his own appearance. His wind-blown hair style was the same, yet he looked a lot older and much more mature than he did two years ago. He scratched his head. "Stop, you're embarrassing me."

"What are you planning to do now, Lloyd?"

Lloyd thought for a bit. "I'm not sure. Would you like to stay at Meltokio? I heard there is going to be a party tonight, celebrating a treaty between elves, half elves, and humans."

"Treaty?"

"Yeah, though it may be a bit before they all get along, it's an excellent start for everyone." Lloyd smiled at the sky, hands behind his head. "Thanks to Mizuho, us, and the two chosens; Colette and Zelos."

"Alright, Lloyd," Kratos said. "Let's visit Meltokio then. When is it?"

"Tomorrow." Lloyd frowned, thinking. "Yeah, tomorrow."

"We'll go tomorrow then."

Suzu: And there you have it.

Zelos: So you just leave me passed out in the middle of the street.

Suzu: Basically.

Kratos: I have made an appearance. Yay!

Suzu: Whooo, cliffy! What happened to Zelos? Guess! Dare you!

Jet: It isn't that hard to guess.

Suzu: Wahoo! (Wears Klonoa hat)