The throne room in Derris-Kharlan was nearly empty. The exception being a fifteen year-old blonde boy whose eyes were looking at an unseeable force, eyes glazed. Mithos pushed the vegetables around on his dinner plate.

"But I don't like vegetables, Martel." Mithos spoke to noone.

"They will make you grow strong, Mithos. You do wish to use your sword with as much skill as both Kratos and Yuan, don't you?"

Mithos looked up from his plate. Martel was sitting on a log across from him. She was beaming down at her precious little brother.

"I do want to be strong to protect you Martel." Mithos said thoughtfully. "Oh, alright I will eat them to make you happy."

The blonde boy on the Derris-Kharlan throne ate a spoonful of vegetables. The child in the forest clearing did so as well.

"Lord Yggdrasil."

Martel's eyes lost their shine.

"Lord Yggdrasil?"

The green-haired girl started to fade.

"Mithos!?"

Mithos was again in his throne room, Kratos standing before him.

"This ... had... better... be good!" Mithos was furious as he transformed into his adult form.

"As I recall you were the one who summoned me to give my report on the vessels whereabouts." Kratos replied.

"Go on, tell me all about what your worthless, meddlesome spawn and MY vessel are doing in Tethe'alla!" Lord Yggdrasil snapped. Kratos was speechless.

"Lucky for you I already have a plan and it's nothing you nor Yuan can ruin. I'm going down their and bringing the chosen myself!" Lord Yggdrasil stormed out of the room, leaving Kratos behind.

Lord Yggdrasil went into the room in which Martel's body was in a stasis chamber. He put his hand on the glass as he turned back into Mithos. He looked into her pale, lifeless face. Mithos' eyes began to sting.

"It's okay Martel. I'm going to bring you back, I promise. And we can live here, together until I kill all of those vile, horrid, and worthless humans and elves."

Tears were cascading down Mithos' pain and sorrow stricken face. He pulled Martel's locket out of his pocket and huddled on the floor, his back on the chamber's glass. He opened the locket and looked at the two pictures inside. Both were of Martel and he, their miniature faces about to break for how big there smiles were. Mithos looked up. He was back in the forest clearing, but this time, Martel was sitting next to him, her arms wrapped about him in her loving, sisterly embrace.

"I love you, Martel." Mithos' little body was shaking form the force of his uncontrollable tears.