The Insightful Visions of a Mirrored Image.
Tales of Symphonia
Me: HEY ALL! Its been a while since I've added anything to here, and I think it's about time to start trying harder…even though I work ALL the time! BAH! Stupid Kmart! Well, anyway, I'd like to say that I own NONE of the characters in this little ficcy (even though I wouldn't mind owning them BWAHA!). I'm a Zelos Wilder fan, so it revolves around him MOST of the time, so if your addicted like I am, you'll enjoy this one!
Pairings? Well, of course! Zelos/Sheena, Lloyd/Colette, and I can't remember if Genis/Presea pop up anywhere...Oh well, have fun! And please, ignore the typos lol, I try
Part 1
Whisp of Winter
The cold seeped across his body like a thousand knifes, stabbing ruthlessly at his pale, exposed skin. Flakes of beautiful, yet deadly cold, fluttered silently around him, clinging greedily to his elegant crimson hair and resting lazily upon his stiff eyelashes. Sluggishly, he fought to move his pale, trembling hands from beneath the light accumulation of snowflakes, a sense of urgency tugging him into consciousness. With a low groan, the Chosen of Tethe'alla drew himself into a sitting position, one hand pressed to his forehead to ward of the nauseating feeling threatening to overtake him.
The world bucked and swirled around him as he slowly opened his calm iced blue eyes, a gasp escaping his throat. Blankets of endless, icy white stretched around him in all directions, perfect and undisturbed. Panic engulfed Zelos Wilder's heart like an ocean wave, forcing him upon unsteady legs. Staggering, he made his way over towards the smoldering wreck of his Rheaiard, too stunned to speak. Images flashed through his exhausted mind of the incident that just took place.
Lloyd's voice could be heard yelling about something referring to the snow that rebuked them. Colette clung to his back on the same machine, muttering prayers to Martel while moments later, Regal and Presea vanished into the whitened sheet in front of them, almost in eerie silence. Zelos pulled hard upon the controls of his Rheaiard in an effort to slow down. He glanced to his right, immediately noticing Raine and Genis struggling to regain control of their Rheaiard as well. Something was wrong. Normal snowstorms barely affected the flying contraptions as much as this one did. Almost in response, Sheena screamed, slamming forward against Zelos's back as their Rheaiard plummeted towards the earth.
He then fully remembered the crash that took the eight from the sky. A soft groan drew him from his stupor, subconsciously drawing him over to the fallen ninja. He fell to his knees by her side and grabbed her pale arm from the frozen blanked that enveloped her. In one swift motion, he pulled her from her frozen burial, supporting her over his shoulders to carry her.
A muffled yell echoed nearby. Squinting, he could make out a red figure pointing; the silhouette of Lloyd. Heeding his direction, Zelos turned to face away from the Rheaiards, noticing the lights of a city. Understanding his mission, the young Tethe'alla Chosen trudged towards the lights.
His chilled eyes focused upon the destination illuminating his path through the whiteout. The boggled mind of the adolescent was set upon the warmth of the room that called to him. The lights from the town rained strength upon him, and the audacity to push harder into the bulldozer of wind and sleet that fought against him. As he pushed, the snow around his feet pulled him downward. Nothing could derail his mind from the thought of a warm bed. No doubt, his fatigued body was going to need it.
The red-headed knight didn't notice anyone else around them. Worry plagued his mind. Where were they? Wasn't Lloyd around here a few minutes ago? He damned himself for worrying. This Chosen had a mission to accomplish, and he was not going to let that nagging sense of worry prevent him from succeeding.
Lifting his head, he realized he was drawing closer to the snowy village that beckoned him. His breath was thick and it was getting harder and harder to breathe properly. But everything he worked for paid off when he came to a huge sign in front of a large gate. Zelos used his frostbitten hands to brush the snow from the lettering. He had to squint to actually read the writing of the town.
"Flanoir…" Chilled words fell from his lips as they began to chap. The Chosen's memory slowly came back to him as he remembered the adventures he and the gang had endured while at Flanoir, the snowy city. Turning his attention to the cobblestone steps just past the gate, he staggered forward. Suddenly, his classy white boots fell upon a surface much harder than the soft, powdery snow he was accustomed to walking on, upsetting his balance. Unable to catch himself before the fall, Zelos took one last look at the towering sign above him, allowing himself to fall into a peaceful state of unconsciousness.