Summary: A fic dedicated to the lovable teenagers of the game; while the adults are in the background. Fun-loving youth antics, incorporated with distractive adult supervision.
Livin' La Altimira
Chapter 1: Sylvarant's Reason
It wasn't a coincidence that they had all met at the same place, since it was at different times. With different intentions and motivations, they had eventually came together to decide upon a place of meeting.
Still, from all the cities, villages and places in the world, they all chose Altimira. So, let's back up to a time that takes place where the simple and traditional lived. It was a month before the start of school. A letter was on its way to the residence of the Sages.
As the stagecoach pulled up in front of Iselia's gate-entrance, a guard, who's duty was to receive the mail took the day's delivery and slid one brown and important-looking letter under the door of the Sages.
At this moment, Genis was at Lloyd's home, with Colette since, being kids they have the right to have fun together. Though normally, while they should have been talking and goofing around (playing jokes/pranks on each other, play-fighting and taunting each other). This time Lloyd had been sparring with Kratos, which had led to a higher level form of play-fighting among the three teens, (one who would soon-to-be).
"Genius!" Raine's voice ringed through to the woods behind Dirk's house as her arms waved with letter-in-hand, "You're got mail."
While watching them running towards her, she calmly walked to meet them, which was ensued by the entering of Dirk's House and ripping open the letter with a pair of safety scissors and reading it by the dinner table.
Of course, it was Genius who had the honour to gander at his letter, which read:
Dear Mr. Sage
The Imperial Sybak Academy of the Gifted and Multiple-Intelligent, located in Sybak of Tethe'alla is a school which began 97 years ago. It was founded, funded and supported by the King of Tethe'alla-Meltokio, of which some of its income had also been received by the Lezerano Company.
Originally, the purpose of the school was for the enriched minds, those who surpassed their own grade in high-school or lower-years University, with only a minimal fee (everything-included) of 10 000 gald. However it had been brought to the school's attention that, younger students, non-students and people who have unique abilities who have nowhere to develop and nurture their talents exist.
"Minimal!? That's a joke, when Palamcosta accepted you, they only gave 1 000 gald…" Lloyd had interrupted, loudly and indignantly before Genius could read the word 'However', with doubt of the school's legitimacy.
"Taken into account of Tethe'alla's economy, Sybak's close relationship with Meltokio, its importance, its financial rate, and the amount of work they probably try to help its students..." Genius speculated and reasoned.
"Well…" Lloyd thought, now feeling quite dumb and bad for himself, "if you put it that way…"
"Sorry, I know you care." Genius said also feeling quite bad while leaving a short wait before resuming.
School's motto: To satisfy the needs of the continual learning and/or enhancement for the students!
Recently, we have received information that Sylvarant, our sister country has suffered the loss of Palmacosta. We present ourselves with our deepest grievances and sincerest hopes for Sylvarant.
The words began to repeat itself from within Genius's mind, pulling on the memories of that fateful event, while making Genius feel content for Sylvarant that someone else cares.
But Genius kept in mind that these things normally contain these things just to set themselves with a good image.
Finishing reflecting on the letter's words, he realized he had stopped for a while, and quickly resumed again.
Palmacosta's Academy has made itself known to Tethe'alla even before the merging of our two worlds. It's a true tragedy that before we could even greet each other and create a friendship, we had to say goodbye, which sadly we couldn't either-in time.
A letter has been sent to the chief of Asgard hoping to become apart of your educational system. Of which, we have already identified and asked for a few out of many who haven't been discovered yet in Sylvarant who qualify for our school.
"Can they do that?" Lloyd asked.
"I think they can…" Genius replied.
Among the 13 we have found, Genius SageGenius felt slightly weird reading his own name while reading gradually slower, opening his eyes wider with each passingword) you have been requested and humbly invited to attend our Academy. Along with you sister: Refill Sage, who will be a part of our staff and committee.
Genius could feel the intensity of joy in the room, almost ditching the piece of paper like trash and jumping up to shout. His adrenaline and heart began to increase, just like how fast he was reading his words to get through all the good news.
For your feats, you have been known in the culinary arts (5th building, second floor, room 204), sorcery and magical skills (14th building, 5th floor, room 316), and high-intellect (main building, first floor, room 1 through 13).
Therefore, on behalf of the Imperial Sybak Academy of the Gifted and Multiple-Intelligent, we honour your arrival to our school, if you choose to come.
The following is your identification-information sheet, which you have to sign.
Sincerely,
Dean Reveran
Genius placed the letter down, sighing a great sigh, relaxing from feeling so wound-up and letting the wonderful news sink in, while listening to the others' delight for him, erupt.
"That's great Genius!" Colette was all giddy with excitement, "I'm so happy for you!" she clapped her hands.
Genius was in bliss, feeling so very thankful inside, yet he recalled the time Palamcosta's Academy requested for him as well. And he had to turn it down, for he couldn't leave his friends, being the only 12 year old, a half-elf (they would have soon found out anyway), and somewhat timid and unassertive person he was.
However, there was a different reaction this time, he really wanted to go, though he may be away from Lloyd and Colette, he had Raine this time, but he still felt as if he needed his friend's say-so.
"Yeah!" Lloyd reached out to high five Genius, who received slightly hesitantly, "This time, you choose, we won't stop you."
"Really?" Genius asked rhetorically, yet implying his decision to attend the school.
"Hey Professor Sage, you don't seem to be saying anything at all?" Lloyd asked concerned.
"Oh, I'm just thinking, how when I'm gone, you won't have a teacher to teach you…Lloyd you'd better do your homework, and Colette, don't break another wall." Refill commanded as if it was her last instructions.
"That won't be a problem." Kratos interrupted, his voice from the less frivolous area, surprised the gang, creating attention to the far corner of the dinner table.
"They will be finding jobs." Lloyd's foster father dictated for his biological father, "I've spoken with Frank, and he's agreed as well," answering a potential excuse Lloyd would or could make, either that or not wanting Colette to feel as if they were fathering her, "we've already chosen the place: Altimira."
"Sure! I'd find a job easy!" Lloyd said strongly with confidence, not caring if it was in the Meltokio slums, "And Colette already has a job as a waitress-"
"Hope he doesn't find a job too soon…" Genius jeered, purposefully looking away, yet drawing attention still.
"Shut up!" Lloyd emphasized trying to direct the attention elsewhere.
Which actually worked.
"You're not going alone, you're father is going to supervise." Dirk cut in.
"What, it's not like I'm going to goof off?" Lloyd protested in a way, but didn't care if any adult was there or not anyway.
"Oh don't worry; he's got to find one too…"
Kratos: Why do I have to find one?
Pastor: Because there is a decline of a need for mercenaries.
Genius: I thought you were dead.
Pastor: Oh it was only a flesh wound.
Lloyd: Die!
Colette: No Lloyd, don't…(too late)
Dirk: Well Kratos he IS right you know…
Kratos: Okay, let's see how will I put this on my resume: age: 4028, yeah, that's going to work real well.
Genius: Hahah!! They'll either think you're too old to work, or they think you're a loon to make up something like that…Either way, you'll be rejected. "laughing on the ground"
Kratos: Lightning!