Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia or Mithos would have won the final battle and the worlds would have been doomed.
Summary: Mithos gets a healer before the final battle. Now let's see if he'll lose!
Muahahaha! Review if that kind of thing makes you happy I guess...
It's Mithos Mania!
Let's Go!
Mithos laughed maniacally, in sheer enjoyment as he burned Ozette to ashes. Sometimes he felt like he lived for things like this! It was just such a thrilling feeling, to tear other people to pieces. He liked to say that he just hated humans, but to be fully honest with himself...hey, anyone's pain will do. The only person he really wanted to stay alive was his sister, and for all he cared, everyone else could just drop dead, even if they were half elves.
Mithos turned around and blasted the angels near him for good measure. Die! Die! Die!
Oh yeah, life was good!
According to his calculations, Lloyd and company would come in about fifteen minutes. He had time to kill. Now to look like he was a victim, he'd have to lay down on the ground. But it was dirty there...And he didn't want to do that now. Perhaps he'd walk around for a little while...
"KEKEKEKEKE!"
Hey...What was that? Sounded like evil cackle.
Oh. Back that up. Someone ELSE was being evil at the same time MITHOS was? Say it isn't so!
Mithos knew it was a female voice, but he didn't know who it could be. It couldn't be anyone in Cruxis, because he killed every Cruxis member in the vicinity. That basically took away all the evil females. Hmm.
Without bothering to change to his adult form, Mithos walked towards the sound. He didn't have to walk very far from the outskirts of Ozette. He found a girl who looked about his "age," maybe even a little older. He'd peg her down for fifteen or sixteen, using his four thousand year old wisdom. She was in ragged clothing, but otherwise looked perfectly fine. And the second thing he noticed? Her ears were pointy! But not so long that they're able to reach your eyes and gouge them, like an elf's.
Which meant that she was a half elf! Oh yeah!
Her teal hair was in pig tails so that her ears were clearly defined. Every other half elf Mithos met hid them.
"KEKEKEKEKE!" continued the girl. She probably didn't notice Mithos was there.
Mithos walked closer, directly in front of her so that he'd be in her field of vision. "No, you have to take more breaths. Like this. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"KEKEKEKEKE!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"KEKEKEKEKEKEKE!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"KEKEKEKE! Oh, that was a lovely laugh. Made me feel so ALIVE!" the girl exclaimed. She grinned at Mithos, successfully making it seem like they'd known each other for years. "You sound like a professional villain!"
"I am, of course," replied Mithos.
"Sure, sure!" The girl twirled around and struck a pose. "Half elf Clementine at your service! Healer extroardinaire! Specialize in making pillows and breaking things!...How do you do?"
"Fine, I suppose..." muttered Mithos, unsure of what to make of that introduction. "Why were you laughing earlier?"
"Well, well! Clementine was happy, see? Healed the whole forest by accident with a new healing spell! Then, then just when Clementine thought that things couldn't get even better, got my hands on the only Mithos The Hero portrait still surviving! Kekeke!"
"Mithos the Hero? But I don't remember having a portrait done..." said Mithos under his breath.
Clementine didn't hear him. "Know what? Mithos the Hero is a half elf but people don't realize it! Clementine is sick of seeing people mock history like that! But, but you look a lot like the picture, you know? Wonder if you're a descendant!" And with that, Clementine untied the square-shaped bag from her back. When she took out a large frame, the cloth crumpled and Mithos noticed it wasn't a bag at all but just some cloth to hold the frame in. It was in better condition then her clothes (the cloth).
"See, see?" Clementine pushed the portrait up to Mithos' face, till he was two inches away from it. His eyes widened. There he was, like four thousand years ago, handing that treaty to those silly kings of Sylvarant and Tethe'alla! He was a mirror image of the person in the portrait, right down to the shoes.
"Where did you get that?" asked Mithos curiosly.
"Black Market, but it was sold at a really low price for something with so much of a historical significance. Clementine was surprised, you know? Hmm, I can't figure it out. Mithos the Hero never got married. He couldn't have gotten descendants, and there was no mention of an affair. He doesn't even have a death date listed though...Clementane is really confused," said Clementine in a fast rush of words.
"No death date? I was sure that was taken care of..." Mithos trailed off.
"Updated textbooks say that he died! But Clementine didn't believe them, and she looked all over! Bought stuff from the Black Market, studied so many months! And Mithos the Hero just disappeared, but she knows he didn't die! By the way, you look like a Bob," observed Clementine.
"Bob--? Listen, you! My name is Mithos!" said Mithos hotly. "I'm Mithos the Hero! And what are you, a history nerd?"
"Oops, Clementine meant to say that in her flashy introduction. She likes history!" There was a pause. "Wait, you're--Clementine met...THE Mithos? Sign my portrait! Clementine's life got EVEN better!" Suddenly Clementine broke into (horrible) song. "Dreeeams do come trueeee--!"
The portrait was completely thrust at Mithos this time, along with a fountain pen and ink. Slightly unnerved, he signed the portrait. Then it hit him...he had a fan!
..He was evil, a jerk, and just plain mean. And he had a fan! "HAHAHAHA!"
"KEKEKEKE!" followed up Clementine. "Um. Clementine knows that historical figures have busy schedules, so she doesn't mean to keep you. But she wants to know if she can follow you around for a while, sort of like a stalker. Would that be okay?"
Mithos shrugged. "Sure, why not." Then he remembered that it was around the time that Lloyd would be coming back. "I destroyed the village of Ozette a while ago. If you come, you have to pretend you were a victim of the angels who destroyed it. Play along."