I came up with this last night and wrote all of it in about 3 hours! This is chapter one, but the rest is prewritten. It's too big to put in one chapter...
To all the people reading When Death Gets Boring :
No, I haven't given up on it. I'm working on chapter 8 :3
Disclaimer : I don't own Tales, but I do own Mist, who I invented last night :D
Yeah...so it's basically Mist's POV, a human raised in Heimdall, who's related to a certain swordsman...
Wind whistled around my ears as I stayed crouched in the darkness, watching Sylvarant's Chosen every move. The village elder had sent me to find her and then help her get the mana leaf. There was a monster guarding it, the elder sent me to help them defeat it.
"So, where are we going now?" A boy in red asked.
"There should be mana leaf in Latheon Gorge, Lloyd." A woman with an orange jacket replied.
'Lloyd'. That named sounded awfully familiar, like I had heard it somewhere before. And Lloyd isn't a common name.
I was raised in Heimdall, even though I was human. In some ways I was...special. The elder said I was found near the Tower of Salvation. I don't remember much about my past, but I do remember that my mother died and I lived alone with my father for a while. I don't remember anything about the day I was abandoned. The elder said I was about three years old when he found me.
He also said that I was holding a blue feather. I still have it. The elder came to a conclusion that I must've been the daughter of a member of Cruxis.
I planned on stopping them at the deepest part of Latheon Gorge. I knew the place very well, I used to go and visit the storyteller when I was a child. I had to wait a long time before I started hearing voices and the sound of footsteps. They entered the cave.
"So, according to the storyteller, the mana leaf should be here, somewhere..." The woman in the orange jacket stated.
This is where I come in. I jumped from the ledge I was hiding upon and landed before them.
"Stop right there!" I said.
"Who're you?" The boy in red asked.
"Is Sylvarant's Chosen with you?"
A girl with blond hair stepped forward. "...Me?"
"Colette!" The boy in red said, disappointed.
"Very well then. Come with me." I said.
"...What?" The Chosen and the boy in red said in unison.
"Don't you need a mana leaf? The village elder told me to help you get to it. There's a monster guarding it and I thought you'd need help..."
There was an awkward silence. Why did the village elder have me, of all people, do this?
"Who are you?" The woman in the orange jacket asked.
I had no time to reply, the monster known as Plantix, emerged from the ground. A kendama using half-elf charged up what seemed like a fire spell. The boy in red charged for it. The woman in the orange jacket, who seemed to be a healer, stayed back to heal. A girl who looked like she was from Mizuho fought with her magic-infused cards. A man with blue hair, who was handcuffed, fought with his feet next to a younger girl with pink hair, fighting with a ax atleast two times her size. Zelos, the perverted Chosen, fought alongside the others. Sylvarant's Chosen charged up what seemed to be Judgment.
I took out my bow and a few arrows. Being raised in Heimdall, it was natural to become an archer. My aim had perfected with the years and I could now launch fire arrows if I wished. I stayed behind and hit the monster a few times, while the others charged at it with their weapons.
We had the monster down in no time. Then they collected the leaf and we were back to the storyteller's house. I wasn't off the hook, I knew they would start bombarding me with questions sooner or later. The storyteller greeted them warmly.
"I see you've defeated the monster." He said.
"You knew about that? Why didn't you tell us?" The boy in red asked.
"Whatever I would've said wouldn't have changed anything." He looked at me. "Oh, Mist! I haven't seen you in a while! How've you been?"
Everyone stared at me. I cleared my throat. Now I'd definetly have to tell them a life story...
"I've been...great. I learned the fire arrow technique."
"That's great! Not many people are able to master it."
"You guys...know each other?" The boy in red asked.
"Yes. I always visited him when I was a child. I suppose I should introduce myself... my name is Mist. I was raised in Heimdall. I'm an archer."
"But you're a human..." The Mizuhoan said.
"I don't know...why the village elder took me in, even if I wasn't an elf."
"Perhaps it had to do with your biological parents." The storyteller suggested.
"Storyteller, do you know something about Cruxis?" The boy in red asked.
"Yes, in fact..."
(A/N: I'm not going to write the whole skit...it's the one about when they found out that the four heroes were Mithos, Martel, Yuan and Kratos.)
We returned to Heimdall after thanking the storyteller. I now know the names of everyone. We decided to set camp in Ymir forest, so that Raine and Genis, who were half-elves, wouldn't have to spent the night alone. I was sitting quietly near the fire, when Lloyd sat beside me.
"So, who are you, really? I've been curious." He asked. He seemed like a boy I could open up to. A boy I could place my trust in.
"Let's see. I don't remember much about my past, but my mother died when I was three years old..."
"That's incredible! My mom died when I was three, too! She was the host body for the Angelus project...then when she turned into a monster, my dad was forced to kill her. A dwarf named Dirk found and raised me."
"That...ressembles my story. Except that, when my mother died, I lived with my father for a while. Then, for some unknown reason, I was abandoned near the Tower of Salvation. I was found by the village elder."
"That's sad." Lloyd said.
"I guess so. But my father gave me a blue feather, before he left. I had it with me when the village elder found me. I've never left it. And because of it, they say my father is a member of Cruxis."
Lloyd had that look you get when you think you've figured out something plastered all over his face. He shook his head.
"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.
"Nothing. I thought...I knew someone that might be your father. But it's not possible."
"Oh...I see. Well, then...I'd better be off to bed." I said, sadly. I hoped to find out more about my past. A large creature with green and white fur caught my attention.
"N-noishe..?" That name escaped my lips. He ressembled a pet I had long ago.
Lloyd stared at me in disbelief.
"How did you...?" He began.
"I...I think I had a pet like this, when I was young...he was called Noishe..." I stuttered.
"That's weird. Maybe we had the same pet! I heard from someone that Noishe is a protozoan and lived for millions of years."
"Ah yes...well then, good night, Lloyd." I layed on my back and closed my eyes. I drifted into sleep a few minutes later.
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