I got to the point I just post whatever I write. That way you can read SOMETHING while I procrastinate with the other stories.

M'kay well, I realize this idea is not wholly original, that and I used this basic idea once before in another fic, sadly there was so much IN that fic that it kinda got pushed aside anyway (You know the one .') but I found the idea interesting to get into from this angle and well…whatever, here it is.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Brown irises widened dangerously, even the rich chocolate color seeming to strain into a dull ruddy shade as a look of horror appeared to penetrate right into the very cores of his eyes. Someone screamed his name, but he was already falling to the ground, blood gushing from the hole in his chest. The brunette collapsed into the dirt face-first, a pool of red slowly seeping out from his body and staining the grass around him. However, the fight continued, the monsters would not halt to give his companions time to mourn him, and fight they must to keep from dying themselves. His companions saw him fall, all of them reacted in horror but none made it in time to aide their now fallen leader. Their healer didn't even bother to get to him, they all knew that he had been dead before he hit the ground.

At least…he had been dead…

It felt like he was floating in water. His body lay horizontal and he drifted up and down slowly, his hair rising and falling gently against his face. With a twitch he felt his eyelids attempt to open, and a slow surge of air flood into his throat. Slowly his eyes opened, his eyes misted and blank, unresponsive as he was. He couldn't see anything….it was just empty white space….was it? No…there was something else…but….but.. His body jerked and his chest heaved, his breathing ragged as his eyes closed shut again. Then…he was falling, at least, he felt like he was falling. Headfirst, slipping through the air, faster and- and then it just stopped. Though he hadn't felt his body turn he felt his feet touch something and he managed to open his eyes to find himself standing….on something, though there still appeared to be nothing. He blinked and slowly moved his head to look around, finding nothing… He lifted his foot and droplets fell from his boot, ripples dancing across the ground when he did so. With a short gasp he put his foot back down, finding the ripples began to spread further across the surface. Was this water? …Yes, it was water- it moved like water, anyway, but it didn't…look like water. It was- nothing, like it wasn't clear, yet he could see it move…he couldn't seem to wrap his mind around it.

The he noticed the streaks of red beginning to stretch into the 'watery' surface, like frayed roots snaking around the ground. He blinked and looked down, noticing with a short intake of breath what it was and where it came from. Blood was seeping slowly down his body, from a very deep hole in his chest. Instinctively his hands went up to it but he jerked them away a second later, a surge of pain from the touch. No…what was this? What was going on? …he wasn't dead, right? If he was dead then he shouldn't be able to feel that, right-? …But…he didn't feel that. When he touched it, he did, but he didn't feel the hole in his chest…

He looked back at the surface on which he stood, watching the blood crawl along it in all directions- when suddenly it stopped. Just stopped. The little streams of blood stopped and just as suddenly as they had done so, began to move again, but they began to move…to each other. The streams of blood channeled themselves back to his feet, actually streaming upwards, back into his chest. He gasped in horror and shock as his lost blood flowed right back into his body, disappearing from the ground as his torso jerked and the wound over his heart sealed itself with a sound akin to ripping cloth.

"W- what the-?" he choked, holding his hands over the now non-existent wound.

Then….

"Agh-!" he jerked, stumbling back as he clutched his heart.

There was this…throbbing in his chest, not exactly like his heart, but…it pounded, it pulsed and he felt warmth beginning to build inside him, like fire…and yet not painful. He gasped for breath, alarmed, frightened as his eyes began to blur. He was scared, but- but…at the same time something about this felt…great. This pulsing in his body, this building warmth, it was…

Everything went dark.

Darkness and then…..there was another hand over his heart.

His eyes snapped back into focus and he saw a figure before him, one with narrowed blue eyes and golden hair…and- if he could trust his eyes at the moment…four arms?

It's time to wake.

He couldn't respond, couldn't move, could only stare and breath as the- being's, hand…grasped into his chest over the wound. He let out a scream of pain, the being's fingers literally clawed into his torso. His screaming did not last long, however, as a second after that another hand's palm met his forehead and he froze in mid screech, his entire body refusing to move, refusing to scream, refusing to even breath. The fingers in his torso slid out of his body and he felt the wound close up exactly as it had before with that same itching, stretching feeling. The blond figure frowned at him, as if angered, but then released his head as well, disappearing into nothing. He fell onto the ground, gasping, staring dumbly into the surface that began to ripple when he knelt on his knees…then from the ripples…a reflection formed. Or was it a reflection-? No, that wasn't a reflection, it wasn't him, but it was a person. Smooth, rich dark crimson hair that fell to the shoulder where it flayed inward toward the neck, a rather imposing man donning a long white coat with intricate red designs, a breastplate on the torso seemingly made from obsidian, as well as the armored gauntlets on his arms. Though he appeared intimidating as a human being would, what instilled the most awe were the eyes. The inner eye consisted of a ring of rich brown separating it from the outer eye…but the inner eye didn't seem to have a color, or have a set…appearance. They had no pupils, and the 'color' itself didn't seem to sit still. It was like looking into a slow, shifting, whirring pool of water; it looked milky almost, but…like…well, water, churning and shifting like the sea itself…and the feel of the eyes regardless was one of being watched by…something….

The gaze was powerful, calm, piercing, like if you stared too long into them you could lose yourself completely, like you would simply evaporate into thin air.

He stared down at the figured that mimicked his posture, but not his expression, he was sure his horrified face didn't match that calm, divine demeanor. He stumbled forward a bit, putting out a hand to catch himself, the image's hand meeting his. The red-clad fingers gripped into the surface and the bare fingers of the reflection in turn came out of the surface and gripped onto his. The boy gasped in horror when he felt his arm being pulled down, the rest of his body in turn pulled into the surface and his body pulled down perfectly into the image.

The fiery feeling in his body erupted into a white hot inferno.

The group had to bring up their arms to shield themselves, digging their feet into the ground as the torrential wall of wind erupted from seemingly nowhere. Even the monsters they fought stopped their advances and gripped onto the ground, bracing themselves against the typhoon. The wind roared around them and the ground shook below, roots bursting up from the nearby trees into the open air, bringing up rocks and dirt with them, cracking the earth. Jolts of electricity cracked through the air, giving a tingling charge to the entire area as a bright light drew their attention. A mass of light was in the eye of the winds that had begun to blow out around the area, electricity cracking around the mass, which cleared as the winds died down and the earth ceased its shaking. Where Lloyd's body had been stood a tall man with his eyes closed, the red locks settling against his face as the white cloak billowed out and then settled. Needless to say all present, even the monsters stopped, staring at the strange…occurrence. The figure stood there for a second or two in which nothing moved and no one breathed, its eyes slowly beginning to open before snapping his gaze onto all of them, freezing them all in their tracks with the otherworldly gaze. Once more the earth shook and the roots from the trees jerked out of the dirt, lashing out like whips and ensnaring the monsters, which shrieked and flailed as the roots held them tight.

"…"

The figure held his hand out, eyes locked on the beasts.

Then snapped his fingers; the creatures bursting into flames with screeches of agony.

A second later their screams were silenced, the roots slinking back into the ground as ashes remained of their victims. The assembled group, the Chosen of Mana, a half-elven teacher and her brother, a ninja from another world and a mercenary, gaped in awed silence of the figure who was drawing back his hand- then his body jerked and he swayed, falling forward. By the time he hit the dirt his body was once again a brown haired seventeen year old, clad in red, laying exhausted on the ground, breathing heavily. The first one to move was the mercenary, Kratos, who ran to the boy's side and carefully lifted him up into a sitting position, supporting the boy as he did so. The rest of the group ran to him a second later, all of them wearing looks of shock and awe.

"Lloyd, Lloyd can you hear me?' Kratos asked slowly, unable to take his eyes off the boy who had healthy skin over where a hole had just been torn in his chest.

The eyes fluttered open after a second, his chest heaving as he sought breath.

"K…Kratos…?" he managed to choke, his brown eyes meeting the man's.

Unable to find any words, he merely nodded. The teen managed to tilt his head to gaze at the remnants of his friends, who could only manage to stare at him. There was a long moment of silence before anyone spoke. Lloyd let out a choking sound as he attempted to form words…

"…W…" he swallowed, fortifying his voice, "What the hell just happened?"

I imagine everyone has the same exact thought, Lloydie, don't worry about it :P

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