Note: This story takes place in TOS, but the characters are only metioned, not used. My character will rule here, lol.
There are many legends that lie in Sylverant and Thete'alla, one about the pilgramige of the Virginous Chosen One, the story of the Clash of the Worlds, and the Rebirth of the Tree of Life, but there is one story that most people will never hear of, because it's not been spoken of yet, the hero is a young boy, who wanted nothing but a normal life, but got something more than he could imagine, a destiny to be a hero, or a dark soul, the choice was up to him.
It all begins in a small village that noone has heard of, Cobenski, the village of shadows...
Yo! Patrick!" one of the younger boys of the village called.
Patrick turned around. "Oh, hey Zach!" (A/N: brother's name.) "How're you doing?"
Zach smiled. "I still miss my mommy, but I feel much better – thanks to you!"
Patrick smiled. That's right…his mother died one year ago from this day. Though he still seems to being okay.
Zach glanced at the scabbard hanging from Patrick's belt. "What's that for?" he asked.
"What?" Patrick pointed to the hilt of his sword. "This?"
"Yeah."
"I just got a sword!" Patrick bragged. "I want to go try it out. I'll only be out for a bit."
Zach's face went from curiosity to concern. "Patrick…you're only a kid."
Patrick laughed. "Hey! I'm older than you are!"
"Yeah, but not by much. I'm seven and you're nine. Wow, big difference."
"Don't worry. I'll be back in a few!" And with that, Patrick strode into the forest, with his sword securely in his hand.
Once he reached a clearing surrounded by trees, he began to swing the sword around wildly and recklessly. The feeling of wielding a sword made him feel all-powerful, and a sense of omnipotence rushed over him. Yet, more than that, he had the vast feeling of joy.
"Hya, hya, hyaaa!" he screamed while slashing through air.
Only a few moments later, the wind became crisp as it passed by Patrick. He stopped hacking and slashing to look around. The wind was blowing, but the trees did not rustle, nor was his cape wasn't being picked up off the ground. Something's wrong…that's definitely not normal.
Then he heard a strange voice coming from behind him. "You must be the well-spoken of Patrick Seymour."
Patrick whipped around to see what looked like an angel. She had amazingly long blonde hair that floated around her. Her ice-blue eyes peered into Patrick's dark blue eyes. For some strange reason, he had the eerie sensation that wasn't your typical angel. It almost felt like she was scanning his soul.
Then there was nether thing that still perplexed him; the wind. Her hair seemed to flow with it, along with the pretty light blue outfit she had on. Yet, his cape did not and neither did his short, dark blonde hair. There was something peculiar about her.
She spoke again. "Do not be afraid. I bring thee good news – if thou chooses to accept."
First, Patrick felt confused. Thee…? …Thou? Then, he felt curious. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"You are destined as the Zweihander Bladesman," the angel replied. She held out her hands and then a big, heavy, two-handed sword appeared. "You will use that sword until you find the Sacred Rune Blade."
"The Sacred Rune Blade?" Patrick repeated in awe. (Hey, he's just a kid.)
"Good luck. If you ever feel hopeless, fear not. For I shall always be on your side." Then she disappeared.
"Okay…" Patrick said to himself. Then he looked over to the Zweihander Blade.
He walked over to it and tried to pick up the immense sword. He tried with all of his energy, but still failed.
"Jeez…how heavy is this thing?" he breathed. Then something shiny caught his eye. "Hey, what's that?"
He walked over to it and picked it up. He examined it for a long while. It looked somewhat like those Exsphere things, and even like the legendary Cruxis Crystal, but in a way it didn't.
He put it in his pocket and then walked back to the Zweihander Blade. "How am I supposed to get this home?" he said desperately
Ths starnge encounter led to wonder of this young warrior, but after a short while with the gifts bestowed upon him, he knew he was not gonna have a normal life, so he picked up the sword, and fufilled his destiny...
Tales of Symphonia: The Story of the Zweihander Swordsman
4 years of vigorous training had made Patrick into a strong formidable warrior, but his first task as a new hero is where we start...
The forest was quiet, as if noone was there, the birds were flying, rabbits fled from the natural predators, and nearby, the sounds of the river flowing brought a simple piece of music to the forest. But all that was to be put aside, because the sound of a buzzsaw was closing in.
"Get that thing moving, Lord Yith wants all these trees cut down now!" yelled a raspy, chubby rogue's voice. He was conducting a mass symphony of rogues with buzzsaws as their instruments.
"Yo boss why do we gotta do this, we're fighters, not lumberjacks" complained a skinny rogue who barely started cutting a tree.
The fat one became frustrated and stroke him down with a hammer "Shut up, and keep chopping, thefaster the work, the less you will complain." spoke the soon-to-be crushed leader.
"I suggest putting down those buzzsaws immediately" arose a voice from within the woods.
"Yo who said that, some stupid fairy?" asked the boss, as he got into his battle stance...with a ball-peen hammer...pathetic.
Then the skiinny rogue looked up, and dropped the saw, because what he saw was stunning, and yet fearful. "Uh Tony...look up there..that may be yur answer"
"Huh" He then looked up and saw where the voice came from, and young boy, wearing a black leather armor chestpiece, and green cargo dwarven leggings, with a white cape flowing from the forest wind, his eyes filled with anger, and his dark blonde hair flowing in the wind.
"Who the hell are you kid, you looking to get killed, cause we can arrange that...boys we got a tree hugger" Yelled the leader, and just like that a band of seven rogues wielding small copper swords arose from the trees. "Hah we got you out-matched kid, why dont you just call it quits here, you gots nowhere to run" said the chuckling, dumbfounded voice of the leader.
The boy just chuckled and unleashed his sword from its hilt, and pointed it down to the rogues "You don't seem to know who you are messing with, I am Patrick M. Seymour, the chosen one of the Rune Sword, and you are in for a world of hurt." Then suddenly, green clear wings sprung from Patrick's back, and he dove down at his opponents. Then when he hit ground level he grinned, and slahed through the first line of defense.
"Gah!" cried out the voices of the fallen rogues, the boss took a few steps back, and was speechless "you...you..you aint human...just what the hell are you...?" stammered the soon-to-be dead rogue.
Patrick grinned evily, and pointed his sword at the rogue "a really pissed off tree hugger" then just like that he unleashed a starnge blast of mana, and completely vaporized the rogues, and yet it revived the fallen trees.
Then Patrick sat down on a moss covered rock, and let his wings go back into his body, and sighed of relief, "This power...its incredible, I don't know what I was thinking about a normal life, this beats normalcy by a long shot."
2 hours later, he returned to the village that was in need, and the villagers praised him.
"Oh thank you kind sir, you have saved our village, how can we ever repay you for your good deed?" the village leader asked kindly, while groveling at Patrick.
"Two things, one, my reward money, and two, I'd like to speak to the village oracle." Patrick said politely, but, yet a bit demanding.
The leader showed him the way to the oracle, and also handed him a medium sized bag of gold coins. Inside the tent, was an old woman, near her 50's, and she was itting on top of a crystal sphere, and she took one good look at Patrick, and chuckled lightly.
"I see you are one with a destiny embarked by one the spirits...am I right?" asked the Oracle.
"That depends...if that woman was a spirit, then yes...can you help me, I must find out why I was chosen to this strange task, why me, and not my brother, he is more stronger than I am."
"Because you bare the Mark of the Wings, a true hero bares this mark, and yet your brother does not...plus there is more..."
Patrick raised an eyebrow and aprroached the Oracle "What do you mean more..?"
The Oracle clapped her hands, and placed them on her sphere..then it shone, and produce an image of Patrick and a group of people along side him, two kids, a couple of teens, 2 adults, and 2 other girls.
"These are your prophets to achieving your destiny, in one year you will encounter one of them in a battle at the Marine Village, Luna, it is there that you will be closer to finding the truth, then you will meet the rest, and they will also have tasks, help them fulfill their tasks, and they will help you fulfill yours, but this if you choose too, if you use your power for dark deeds, this will be your result..."
She wove her hand over it and came a destroyed village, with Patrick in it, his eyes vanished, and horns on his head, with his wings turned crimson red, he was on top of a body of a young teen, he looked familiar.
"Zack..." he said softly...
Then it vanished, he looked back up and was baffled at what he saw.
"The choice you make is yours Patrick, follow the path of a Hero, or become a power lusted demon, the choice is yours... now go, we shall meet again someday..." she said soflty, and then vanished.
Patrick blinked, and stepped back outside, completely horrified at what he saw, he killed Zack, and his village was demolished by him, will that happen one day...?
"No, not unless I do the good deeds bestowed upon me, no matter how convincing the dark deeds are, I will not turn into that demon of destruction. I should head to Hima, the looks of the mountain seem devestating" He then picked up his feet, and ran off to Hima for his next deed.
End of Part 1.
On the next tale, Patrick encounters what was causing the calamaty of Hima, and he meeets someone that may help him find more about the Sword, but also another man , who can give him power in return for a dark deed..what choice will he make...find out next time.
Not bad for a pilot piece, hope you review it, cause I worked hard on this, and thx Carly for your support.