A/N: This is my first fic, so it might be bad. Just a heads up. I'll try to make the chapters longer. This is a self-insertion fic but it begins a while before the Journey of Regeneration.

Disclaimer: Namco owns Tales of Symphonia and all things relating to it. I just own my character.


I sat there, playing Tales of Symphonia for the second time. My foster parents sat there, ignoring me, as usual. I swear why'd they adopt me for this. Oh yeah, 'mom' can make babies. Well, dammit, I can't think of an excuse for blaming them. We were going to leave half-a-hour later, enough time to kick Maxwell's butt. I got Maxwell into a corner and then Raining tiger bladed him to death. I felt like laughing an evil laugh right now, but that wouldn't go well with foster parents mentioned above. Go to hell Maxwell and take your !#$ meteor storm with you! Hah! And then, 'dad' turns off the gamecube. I glare at him.

"Oh thanks I was about to turn that off without saving and played an hour for nothing." I said. Seriously, it should be against the law to do that. Maybe I should go on strike. Yeah, No School in sight with gaming right! Yep, that was probably one of the stupidest things someone said in all history of stupidness. But considering who I am, the book of stupid thing is probably running out of pages. Actually it might be already filled out and onto a second book, or a third, or a fourth, well you get my point. I wonder who has to write down the stupid stuff in the book of stupidness. Wow, I feel sorry for them, they must hate me by now. Maybe I could get the job when he retires. Okay, gotta stop acting like book of stupidness is real. Bad boy, ranting and rambling again. So back to the story…

"It's time to go," my dad saying flatly.

"Fine," I sigh and put down the controller. Then I had to do the unthinkable, the unbelievable. I had to-, had to. I had to TURN OFF THE HOLY TV in all its holiness. Oh great TV please forgive me for this.

So we're in the car, it's raining, and I am boredly heading to a boring party, with boring people to be bored. So I do something anyone in my position would do. I curse very badly in my head while whining to annoy my parents.

"Why do I have to go?" 'Mom' just sighs and shakes her head. 'Dad doesn't respond either. Fine, be that way. I'll get you one day, Mwhahaha. Okay, evil moment over. Suddenly, the car skidded.

"What the hell?" I shout. The car continues skidding and I'm sure I'm gonna die. Then, BANG, our car hits a one of those oil tankers. My last thought before I black out and possibly dies is "Oh man, I didn't get to finish Tales of Symphonia. Okay, so I'm lying. I didn't black and possibly die, was not dramatic and thinking of a great game, it was more like 'Oh #$ I am so #$ dead, #$, #$, #$. Use your imagination for the #$.

So anyway as I was saying I black out and possibly die. All I see is black, black, black, and oh my god, a lighter black. Then back to black, damn. Then, BANG! Flash of really bright white light (Haha poet and didn't know it). Am I dead? WAIT A MINUTE. I think, yes you people I think. I know that requires a brain. Hmm , anyway that must mean I'm alive. So I say something, so I say what anyone with about a million injuries would say.

"My friggin' eyes…" I moan.

"He speaks," a godly voice says.

"No, I bark, woof, woof, grr, grr, and all that." I say sarcastically. Great even in the afterlife I'm sarcastic. Wait, that's awesome! Maybe I'll get to meet up with Napoleon, Hitler and the crowd. I wonder if Washington really does have wooden teeth. Damn history teacher never did give me credit for that one paragraph report on Washington. Hey, Washington could've been born in Germany!

Oh yeah, I finally get my eyes open. I get a look at the godly voice, so I look at him.

"What the #$? You're, you're, you're…Okay what the #$ this isn't #$ing possible," I'm speechless! You probably don't understand the gravity of the situation. It would be like the president being stupid. Looks at bush…okay, bad example. It would be like students liking school. HAHA! And well let's just say my motto is 'I shall NOT be SILENCED.' Yep. Anywho. Standing in front of me was Origin in all his gloriness. Okay. That sounds wrong…ugh the mental images. And beside him in all his oldness was Maxwell.

What am I supposed to say? Damn they should teach you THIS in school. 'What to do if you black out/are possibly dead and meet not one but two ancient powerful summon spirits from a world that isn't supposed to exist.' You know what, when I grow up and I am not dead I'll teach that at school a school. I'll I wonder what school teaches WtdiyBO/aPDaMNOB2APSS. I wonder if I have to go to college for that. Hmm. Right back to the spirits.

"Umm…hey?" Hey what do you expect me 2 say? 'Yo wazzup dog?' That would do well.

"Hello, little one," Origin said. Wait back up. Little one. Why you piece of…wait I shouldn't call a summon spirit that. No, after all there is the fact that they could fry me. And they're like a bazillion years old. BUT I am, 13! I should get some credit for surviving 13 years of dangerous activities! I mean breathing is dangerous with smokers and pollution and stuff. So, HAH. I should get a medal.

"Your earlier life was to provide a safe environment for you to grow up. It is time for you to follow your true path. Your destiny awaits in the land whose real name is forgotten by all but the spirits. Your fate lies in Symphonia."

They call that SAFE! Hey! I take pride in surviving through breathing and they just diminish (big words yey!) that? And I- Wait, Symphnia? As in Tales of Symphonia? Wait what about Sylvarant and Tethe'alla? #$ that I'm going into a game. Woo Hoo! Hoorah! Oh wait. They have sharp pointy thingies there. Ooo not good, not good at all…Okay, I just realized how wrong that comment sounded.

"What?" I shouted out loud.

"It's your choice you know. It's either die or live in Symphonia," Maxwell said in his annoying voice. I was wondering if he went dumb and couldn't talk or some crap. Looks like he was spazzing out. I like that word, don't you? Spaz? It's a nice word. Spaz, spaz, spaz. Aargh! Concentrate!

"Nice choices you got there," I said. Hmm, would you like the burned fries or the burned burger? Go right through a swamp of poop or puke mud. You get my way of thinking? Anyway, I'll stop with the disgusting stuff…I think…I hope…

"Don't have much of a choice do I? Which way is it to err…which world am I going to anyway?" I asked.

"We believe Tethe'alla is best for now," Origin said in his sage like voice.

"Okay. So, do I go right or left, or is it like beam me up-" WOOSH. I black out. Wow that was nice. Thank you, thanks a lot. Just black me out. A WARNING WOULD BE NICE! I don't how I can think after I black out. The last thing I hear is "Your may be difficult, but do not wander. Keep walking, do not wander…" Sheesh talk about dramatic.