Miss:Hillo ppl... okay this is my first fic... uh.. lol. Please review, any critiscism.. omg... I cant even spell that... lol. Don't mind if the characters go totally OoC. Lol, I tend to wander from their personality and then suddenly jerk back to it... Lol. Well... Hope you like it? lol. Oh yeah... almost forgot.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story... except the plot... I don't own Tales Of Symphonia... I wish I did...
Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, the rain poured down from the dark clouds. Sound of voices could be heard through the rumbling thunder, though hardly comprehensible.
One figure, a bird it would seem, flashed by. But it wasn't a bird, it was a rheird. The 14 year-old riding the rheird looked back, his silver hair and clothes plastered to him. "Come on Raine! We're almost th-" He called out to his older sister. Raine was like the mother he never had, only she was his sister.
He watched, terrified, as his sister lost her balance. The strong gusts of wind pushed her rheird slightly and she slid off the wet seat. A scream rang out as she fell to the ground, nearly 2000 feet below.
There was nothing Genis could do; his sister was falling too quickly for him to catch up.
A cold chill ran through the 25 year old's body. The chilling wind racing through her soaked clothes as she fell faster and faster, the rain splattering in her face.
Bright blue wings shone in the darkening forest. Lloyd probably expected him to be there by now, but he had heard a scream. Besides, Lloyd could wait a while.
His reddish-brown hair was becoming a nuisance, blurring his vision as it matted on his forehead. His wings grew wet and heavy. It was becoming harder to keep himself airborne.
He had seen nothing, and was positive he had been searching for nearly an hour. Just as he turned to go to Lloyd's house he felt a great rush of air as something, someone fell by him.
After battling for so long, his reflexes were nothing to laugh at, and all the extra practice for the last 2 years as he was alone on Derris-Kharlan only made them better.
His hands shot out and he grabbed the person by the wrist. He heard the sickening pop as the person's arm dislocated. The sudden stop of the fall, with so much pressure on the wrist had pulled it from its socket. He looked down, seeing if he knew this person.
The soaked silver hair glittered by the light of his wings. He looked at her face, her eyes shut, and he couldn't hear any breathing. Shock, concern, confusion, all sorts of emotions rang through his soul.
He pulled her up, into an easier position to fly. He held her body tightly to his, he could feel the dull heart beat coming from her.
"Good." 'She must have just fallen unconscious during the fall…' Her head lay motionless on his left shoulder. "But if Raine's here… Genis must be nearby." He said to himself.
Her eyes opened slowly. She could feel the damp pillow that held her head, wet by her hair that spilled over it like silk. She went to move her arm, to push herself up, but felt a sharp pain in her shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Came a deep voice. She looked towards it and saw Kratos, leaned against the wall beside the door.
"Why are you sorry?" Her voice was soft, but pain stricken from her arm. She couldn't remember anything past a certain point.
She remembered the cold rain, the chilling wind rushing by her as she fell. Then everything went black.
Kratos kept his eyes low, covered by his now dry, soft hair. "First aid." His mouth moved, the only thing visible to her.
She cringed slightly, feeling the bone being magically put back in place. "Your shoulder was dislocated when I caught you." Kratos said in his usual tone, letting no more then needed be said.
"Thank you." She could feel her stomach become light. This was the reason she wanted to go to Lloyd's house, to see Kratos again. For some reason, unknown to even herself, she had a longing, a wanting to see him.
He looked no different from when she had last seen him.
Ignoring the slight pain still in her arm she sat up and looked around. They were in Lloyd's home.
It was amazing to Kratos how much had changed since he left with Derris-Kharlan. Now as he lean against the wall, looking over at the soaken mage though his hair falling in front of his face, he realized just how much of a difference 2 years could make.
He could already see 2 differences that stood out, and only around her head. Her hair, of course, had grown. He could remember it being around shoulder length, but now it seemed 3 or 4 inches longer. And on her neck, hardly noticeable through her hair, was a scar. On the right side of her neck, a long, thin scar ran across it. It almost looked as if someone had pressured a sword there until it cut the flesh.
He closed his eyes, face impassive and smooth as the door opened. He sighed as he heard the small half-elf's voice.
"Raine! Thank the Goddess Martel you're alright. Kratos saved you, you know. Come downstairs, I've made breakfast." Genis said smiling at his sister. Kratos watched Raine nod her head.
"I'll be down in a minute."