Child of the Past
Summary: When a strange event occurs, Lloyd vanishes in front of Kratos along with Colette and Zelos, and Kratos tries to find them. Meanwhile, Lloyd wakes up to find himself in the middle of a war, and ends up as a prisoner of war- to be used as a slave, and is employed in the household of a woman named Styra, whose child looks very familiar...
Pairings: Yuartel, MithosOC
-I broke the promise I made to myself~ D: I wasn't going to write any other fanfictions until I finished Angel's Future, but... I failed.
I really liked the idea, so... I couldn't help but start it . Prologue's pretty short though. o.O Hopefully I'll finish the next few chapters quickly.
Prologue- Disappearance
Lloyd and Kratos were on their way to the ruins of the Tower of Salvation, for Lloyd to send his father to Derris Kharlan. They had stopped in Sybak because Lloyd kept complaining that he was hungry (He wasn't that hungry, but it was a good excuse to delay Kratos' leaving). Thus, the two were walking through the streets of Sybak silently.
"Lloyd!"
The two turned to look at the approaching Colette and Zelos. "Hey, what are you two-" Lloyd asked, cutting off as Colette tripped.
Colette quickly got up, brushing the dirt off her dress, "Well, I was doing a favor for the Professor and Zelos was on an errand."
"How are ya', Bud?" Zelos asked.
"Fine. We should get going right, D-Kratos?" Lloyd asked.
"Oh! Have-" Colette tripped again, while walking up to Lloyd and she laughed nervously, "Whoops... Hey, I think I found some gald!" Colette picked up the coin, showing it to the others, when the coin started to glow an eerie purple glow.
"Colette I don't think-" Kratos didn't get to hear the rest of Lloyd's sentence, as he suddenly disappeared, along with Colette and Zelos.
Kratos looked around franticly before exiting the city, getting on the rheaird and searching for Raine...
"-that's a- Ahh!" Lloyd screamed as he hit the ground. He sat up, only to have to dodge the oncoming swing a sword, wielded by a man in heavy armor. Lloyd gulped, he was in a field surrounded by fighting soldiers. The man in front of him grabbed his collar, pulling him up, "Are you from Sylvarant?" The man asked roughly.
"Y-yeah..." Lloyd replied nervously.
"Hmph, another one," The man sighed.
Lloyd reached for his swords, only to realize that they weren't there- and remembered he had put them in his wingpack, which he couldn't reach in the position he was in.
"Damn-!" Lloyd said, before the man knocked him out.