This is my first fanfiction in a long time. All critique will be appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia or any of these characters.
Once upon a time, five heroes traveled the worlds and sought to bring peace to an endless war. The hero, the goddess, the renegade, heaven's traitor, the forgotten. Five who set out; four who would be remembered forever; three who would rule the world; two who would live forever trying to put the pieces back together.
And I, the one who was forgotten.
"Milady, there are guests here to see you."
It was always a certain type of people that they sent to me: the people that they didn't want to deal with. Most often, it was people who would complain about the war. I didn't have the power to change it, did I? If I did, this war would have ended long ago.
I went to meet our guests, preparing myself for the worst. But I froze as I saw the man waiting for me. A tall man with hair as blue as the sky. It had been many years since I had seen him, but I knew him. He was possibly the last person I'd expect to see here. "Yuan Kafai?"
"Is that really you?" he asked as he saw me. I had been a very different person when he had seen me last. Then again, he hadn't worn armor either, and the two people behind him hadn't been there either.
"Let's go inside," I finally said. "It appears that we have a lot to catch up on."
I was a little girl when we first met, in the streets of the city history would one day call Asgard.
And then there were two little boys. And the older boy asked with red eyes, "Where are your parents?"
"They're gone," I said. Like so many others, my parents had been lost in the war. The older boy gave me a look like he understood, and he offered me his hand.
"We'll do what we can. I'm Kratos; this is my little brother, Yuan."
"I'm Chasion," I said. I knew nothing else about these boys besides their kind eyes and their names, but I followed them. Perhaps that was when I started.
"You've come a long way, Chase," Yuan said as he followed me in. His companions, a woman of my age and a young boy, were watching me as if they didn't know what to think of me or the place I was leading them. Judging from their clothes, simple at best, I figured they had never expected to be here. I offered them a kind smile. "I never thought that little girl we took in all those years ago would grow up to be-"
"A princess?" I finished for him. The little boy's blue eyes went wide, and I nodded. "It's true. I am now Chasion Wilder, one of the princesses of Tethella. Although, princess is kind of stretching it." At last, we reached my rooms. "I married one of the younger sons of the king, and now they have to put up with me." I cast a glance at my ring. I loved my husband and my child, but they were so rarely around. "Mainly they make me deal with the people that they don't want to."
"That's why they sent us to you?" Yuan asked. The woman sighed.
"Well, perhaps you could start off by explaining who 'us' is?" I offered, taking a seat. The other two hadn't said a word.
"Of course, how rude of me," he said, and he turned to his companions. "Chase, these are my friends, Mithos," he pointed to the boy, "and Martel." They had similar faces, wide blue eyes and slim bodies. The girl had long, green hair; the boy was blond, a young teenager at best. They were dressed plainly, reminding me of the days before the brothers found me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Martel said with a smile; she had a lovely smile.
"Indeed. I hope that I can help you with what you need, as long as it's in my power."
"Right." Yuan straightened up. "In all the excitement of meeting you, I nearly forgot. We were hoping to enlist the help of the royal family to end the war." It always came back to this. I sighed.
"This war has been going on for a thousand years," I said. "I don't know how much we can do."
"If it helps," the boy spoke up, his voice slightly shaking, "I hold a contract with one of the summon spirits." I sat up a little straighter at this. Looking at the boy, I found it hard to believe. People always came around, claiming that they had the power of the Spirits, but it had been a long time since anybody had actually been able to use the power. Perhaps, if they had, they might have been able to stop the attack...
"You? Which one?"
"Gnome," he said. "I fought him all by myself."
"Now, now," Martel said suddenly and quietly, and Mithos looked down, "you don't need to tell the nice lady everything." I wondered about that. If it was true, it was a thing to be proud of. Martel didn't look very proud...
"I thought as much. Tethe'alla has always been stubborn when it comes to help," Yuan sneered. I wanted to say something to defend my adopted nation, but I couldn't find the words. It's hard, when I had lived in both nations.
"It will take a lot of power; power that I don't have right now," I said apologetically. As always, I found myself wishing it was in my control. I would have ended this stupid war long ago. Then again, I didn't think Sylvarant would accept anything less than a full on surrender.
"Well, Chasion, maybe you could help us gain it," Yuan said suddenly. "There is one group that we believe holds the key to ending the war. The summon spirits. We're on a journey to gain their power. We were hoping Tethealla could lend us power to fight them, but maybe you could." The summon spirits across the world... It did sound tempting. "Will you join us?"
That's it for chapter one. Yes, Chase is Zelos's ancestor. This is my NaNoWriMo project so expect a chapter every day.
