A/N: I hereby claim that I do not own any of the characters, places, or things in this story and that they all belong to the creator of the Tales games, just most of the plot. Btw this is a work in progress, a crossover between Tales of Phantasia and Tales of Symphonia. Sadly my microsoft word is broken and so I had to use notepad and notepad SUCKS! So for now thoughts will marked by being in brackets, but I promise that when my word starts to work again thoughts will be in the usual itallics.

Just Misunderstood Cress cried out "no!" as the emerald-green light surrounded him, but it was too late, he could feel himself being dragged away, almost as if a large metal hook had caught itself on his soul and ripped away, leaving his body to shrivel pitifully into nothingness.

It felt to Cress that he was falling, but not quite downwards, a little as if he was merely sliding away through the tough blackness. As he journeyed, his mind would be in varying degrees of chill and he would slip in and out of consciousness, twice he happened to fully awaken and he tried to stand but couldn't as he would succumb once again to numbing chill.

Cress landed hard on something soft and grabbed at it, wondering what it was and he heard a small "oof" at this point he looked up to see Mint's beet red face staring back at him. Realizing what he had just done, Cress pulled away from Mint's lower back, as he could fell blood rushing to his face.

Mint and Cress stared at each other for a long moment before MInt pulled up her staff and swung the tip hard into Cress' face. Cress saw the blur of Mint's staff and the next thing he knew he was lying on the ground, his nose really hurt, and Mint was nowhere to be found. Cress struggled to his feet and looked around, there were shards of Mint's staff everywhere and there was blood coming out of his nose, but what really caught his attention was a man in the edge of the clearing, he wore a tunic of purple and stood proudly with deep red eyes locked directly onto Cress.

"Who... who are you?" Cress asked, covering his bleeding nose with a corner of his cape.

The newcomer approached without answering, and Cress could slightly feel mana being concentrated into the air around the two. Cress pulled up his shield and jumped backwards. Fully steeling himself for a hefty blow, instead Cress felt and saw soothing green light fall around him

Realizing what the new person had just done, Cress relaxed with embarrassment and bowed to the newcomer "I'm sorry, I was worried you were a... bandit, yeah a bandit! Anyways, I'm sorry"

Kratos' face betrayed a slightly bemused smirk and a raised eyebrow and he thought [I hope Lloyd hasn't turned out this stupid...] "well no matter, you might want to get moving before a real bandit comes this way"

A/N: This may have seemed like a short chapter, but there is a reason for this! Just bear with me for now.