RS: I'm going to do a self-insert! I don't care what my sibling says!
Lloyd: What did they say?
RS: My sibling said that nobody likes self-inserts.
Lloyd: …I do.
RS: So do I! That's why I need you to say the disclaimer.
Lloyd: Sure. Red Seraphim owns nothing of Tales of Symphonia, but he does own his character.
RS: Yeah! Go Erythro!
Chapter 1: The boy with the fiery hair
Lloyd Irving was sleeping by the campfire, completely at ease next to its warmth. Then he sensed a movement behind him. He looked behind him, thinking it was Kratos, but saw a teen sized that was wearing a red cloak and had a bright red-and golden hair. It was odd feeling, but Lloyd had the most distinct impression that the boy's hair crackled and moved like a fire. Then he saw a strange, half-dagger, half-sword in the boy's hand, and he sprang into action.
"Hey!" Lloyd shouted. He sprang up, grabbing one of his swords and grabbed the boy by his collar of his cloak, and at the same time, he rose his sword point to the boy's throat.
"You're Lloyd Irving. Age: 17. Gender: Male. Height: 5 feet, 8 inches. Weight: 128 pounds. Present situation: Taking care of what he supposes to be a threat. Good. Just like they told me you would be." The boy said, completely calm, even though there was a sword tip that could take off his head at any moment.
Lloyd's eyes widened. "How…" He started.
Kratos appeared behind Lloyd. "What have you got there, Lloyd?" Kratos asked.
"Some weird kid. He just said my name, age, gender, height, weight, and what I was doing. Like one of those things, what do you call 'em?" Lloyd asked.
"Robots. Boy." Kratos said.
The boy with the hair like fire looked at Kratos. "Kratos Aurion. Age: Classified. Gender: Male. Action at present: Classified." He stated.
Lloyd looked at Kratos. "What does he mean by you're age being 'classified'? He asked.
The boy looked at Lloyd. "They told me never to specify his actions, and they would not tell me his age." The boy said.
"What? Who? Who told you not to specify my actions?" Kratos asked, relieving Lloyd of the boy's cloak collar and took a firm grip of it in his own fingers.
"Cannot answer. Answer forbidden." The boy said.
Kratos's other hand drew out his stiletto and held the blade mere nanometers from the boy's left eye.
"Answer!" Kratos shouted at the boy.
Lloyd was about to startled at Kratos's sudden action, and he feared for the boy's sight. "Kratos-" Lloyd started.
"Answer me!" Kratos shouted.
The boy was silent a couple of moments more. "Desians." He said.
RS: Yay!
Lloyd: What?
RS: For one thing, another chapter story, and another, my friend from Romania is coming tomorrow!
Lloyd: You're more excited that you have another chapter story?
RS: No, I just said that first. I see my friend once a year. I'm way happier to see him.
Lloyd: Good. You're moral compass is still working.
RS: Sigh, you sound like Kratos.