A/N: Hello everyone for those who don't know me, I'm Epiclesis and this here is my first Tales of symphonia fanfiction. XD The original of this is posted on the tales forums (a link in my profile) but i decided to try and post this again in proper format. So if you have or have not already started reading this then it's alright cause some things are going to be slightly changed/ added that won't be in the original script format. So, please read, review, and let me know of any grammer mistakes that i may have missed (as it will help improve my writing style)

Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia or any of it's characters; it belongs strictly to Namco and Namco only

Prologue:

The halls of Derris-Kharlan served as a reminder of the emptiness which constantly consumed those in passing. The city of the angels, Wegalia, seemed to have become an even more barren landscape without the angelic beings. Endlessly floating in space with no destination seemed to be an eternal punishment for anyone who resided there. Yet the halls and the area appeared empty. Was there really anyone still remaining?

The sound of light footsteps echoed faintly in the halls of Wegalia. From around the corner, an auburn hair man emerged and, without looking up from some papers, continued his trek into the next area. Various belts hung onto his frame and over his angelic outfit that consisted of a white cape, pants, and a navy-blue turtleneck. From behind him trailed a swallowed tip cape. Though he seemed to be focused on what was in his hands, he managed to direct himself to his location. A second later the teleporter lit and, stepping down, Kratos Aurion began his long walk through Vinheim. The castle was once home to the high angels or Seraphim of Cruxis. Mithos had been determined to construct an area in Derris-Kharlan where they could live separately from the other angels. Vinheim once acted as the main headquarters and home of Cruxis but, like the other areas, it has now become nothing more then an empty location. Carefully reading the last page, Kratos closed the book and entered into the left door on the side of the main room. In a low light he unfolded his wings and, looking up, flew past the spiraling stairway to one of the doors higher up.

Typing in a quick code and muttering something in angelic, the door creaked and parted to allow the visitor inside. The light breeze from the retracting wings blew away some of the ancient dust and cobwebs. The machinery inside appeared untouched with the several bookcases on the side wall. With difficulty the lights managed to turn on and give some visual site. The worn book in his hand was opened again as Kratos walked further inside and skimmed the pages. The sound of re-starting machinery was heard a few moments after the lights flickered on. He proceeded over towards one of the empty bookcases and, while placing the book down on a table, began to search the bookshelves for another. Silence reigned as he stood researching and the magi technology served as his only sound.

Time played no role on Derris-Kharlan for one of the last angels of Cruxis. After managing to reunite the two separate worlds, Kratos Aurion left the planet with Derris Kharlan to assure nothing was to remain of Cruxis in the new world. Days, weeks, months, or years could have passed on Aselia but for an immortal angel time was nothing. Though he had received some reports from his blue-haired companion, Yuan, previously the calls have ceased and left him in the dark as to what new events have occurred. Kratos thought the reason was that Derris-Kharlan had reached out of orbit, but the strange readings from the planet gave him a perturbed feeling. For at the same time the calls ceased a report from the computer system showed a strange spirit energy which rained down on Aselia in both Sylvarant and Tethe'alla.

Placing his small concerns at ease, he spent a few more moments gathering some material from the old laboratory. Yet before he could leave, one of the monitors emitted a soft beep which caused the angel to turn and witness another door slowly opening. The seraph remained still as he stared at the now open door before him. Because the lab was used rarely for information gathering, Mithos had never fully ordered the place to be explored or thoroughly examined. While constructing Wegalia and Vinheim, the three Seraphim had stumbled across the small area and its information. Though Mithos had wanted the files burned, Kratos and Yuan had managed to persuade the smaller half-elf otherwise and thus, the room was spared from destruction. 'To allow ourselves to lose such vital information would be a meaningless cause as the elves have vast knowledge of this comet as well as the area they once resided. Should something ever occur, it would be best to have an original source to turn towards.'

Those are the words Kratos spoke to his apprentice that day, and even now after 4,000 years he still doesn't regret them. 'Perhaps, however, we should have tried to persuade him to do some type of examination instead of forgetting about the room entirely.'

Ensuring that his sword was within his grasp, Kratos walked forward towards the other room. Yet, as he reached the doorway, a strong purple light burst into his vision and engulfed his form. Eyes widening slightly, he released the books in hand and tried to make an effort to shield himself. An invisible barrier lightly formed around him as the light became more intense. After a few seconds the light faded and dimmed to nothing. The world spun around him for a moment as he found himself lying on the ground. With a groan, he shook his head and attempted to stand only to trip over some of the fabric from his clothes. 'Since when did my outfit cause this much difficulty? A moment ago it fitted fine unless—'

With a small hesitance, he managed to stand and gathering up some courage braced himself for the worse as he glanced into the reflection from part of the glass wall. What he saw, almost caused the seraph to faint right there and then as he stared into the eyes of a small ten year old.

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The pages of one book have been finished and sealed together; now being placed away on the shelf with the other completed novels. Yet as the writer walks back over to his desk another book is seen in the making and sitting back down, he picks up his pen and begins writing a new chapter for what is to become a sequel and a new adventure.

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From the mountains, the sun began to emerge and mark the start of a new dawning day. Remnants of the previous night fade into the dark blue along with the stars and two moons; light streaks of lavender colors are also faintly visible. Near Iselia, in an area outside the forest, a light beam emerged and from that appeared a small figure as he crashed and landed onto the forest floor. Cursing in angelic the figure picked himself up and, glancing quickly around his surroundings, unfolded his smaller wings and flew towards a small house outside the forest and Iselia. 'Origin please allow me to arrive before hand. If Yuan was correct in the pervious directions then Lloyd should be somewhere around this area with the others.'

From the distance the wooden cottage came into view. Though the building and the surrounding area remained intact, the trail of smoke along with the hole in the roof caused the seraph to fly faster and land. Stumbling again from the un-even landing, Kratos picked himself up and slammed the door opened.

"Lloyd-?!"

From the center of the room through a faded layer of smoke rested a small purple rock no larger then a baseball. Though the damage seemed little, it wasn't what caused the seraph to freeze in complete shock. Scattered around the room, small cries could be in different directions. From piles of clothing forms of smaller children could be made out with a small green and white fish flailing on the floor. In complete horror, ten year old Kratos Aurion leaned against the doorway while slapping his forehead. 'Martel no, please tell me this is some type of dream.'

One of the little kids began crawling over toward him in curiosity. Through the mess of red, he managed to crawl to the angel and stare up with chestnut eyes; tilting his head slightly. Both stared at one another ignoring the other sounds around them. In a few minutes, the small two year old removed his thumb and with a big smile reached up his hands to the ten year old; saying only one word which caused the other to pale.

"Daddy!"
Miles away in the forest, some animals lift their heads upon hearing a frustrated scream echoing. A seraph of cruxis curses fate itself, and the start of an entire new journey has marked its beginning in the world of Aselia.

(end Prologue: start chapter one)

So that concludes the prologue people. If you can tell I changed a bit of things here and there cause i feel that this will make more sense then what i did have up...but still, I hope you all regardless liked it and please let me know what you think! This is my first symphonia fan fic so i hope i did an okay job with the prologue (as beginnings and me don't usually work out) if you want to read more then you can see the other chapters on the forums and i will try to have chapter one re-done sometime soon!