I do not own Tales of Zestiria although I really wish I hadn't finished the game~ so soon! That is my only regret.
Also, thank you to alasse tasartir! She's allowed me use of her version of tainted Mikleo and Sorey. Just the personalities, and if you haven't seen her work I Totally recommend doing so! She's really great, and I love her versions of tainted Mikleo and Sorey so much! Well anyways thanks for reading this long author note.
Please enjoy to story~!
P.S: I may quoted some things from alasse tasartir's work. Sorry about that!
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CHAPTER 1…
The fire burned bright all around him, but never once came close enough to burn. The invisible wings of his executor protecting him from the fire itself. He held him tightly in his arms tears ran down his face falling onto the others silky hair.
He stared into the red abyss, an endless pit of red.
A light came and opened a way for them.
The light guided them away and into the arms of safety but even the light couldn't keep the darkest of things away.
He came into their lives and took the light away.
He even took his executor away.
The world for the one.
He choose the one
Instead of the world.
Eternal servitude to the him the monster that was made out of hate and solitude.
His hand molded into those of his Executor's.
Jaded colored eyes stared into those of sparkling amethyst.
A smile painted his Executor's lips.
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"Even if the whole world does not believe you, I will definitely always believe in you."
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The young boy- almost a man- stared off into the horizon another standing besides him- invisible to most except a few. A hand gripped at his, he shifted his head to have his eyes stare into beautiful amethyst colored ones. A smile tugged at the others lips pulling him down to where he felt them press against his cheek. He pulled away, a smile on his lips, but never did he let go of the smaller hands in his.
He closed his eyes and opened them again looking out towards the rising sun before them. "Let's go," he took a step forward his partner right besides him.
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Sighing the fifteen year old Shepherd with dark brown spiky hair and lightly tanned skin stretched his sore limbs and closed his jade colored eyes. Next to him was his long time best friend, Lilic- a beautiful water seraph with long pale blue hair and milky white skin with the darkest shade of lavender for eyes. She was dressed in colors of white, pale blue, and gray-ish blue. Standing near them a bit farther away were his seraph companions and his squire, Lailah the fire seraph who was also his prime lord, Edna the earth seraph they found at Spyrix Crest, and then Dezel the wind seraph who they met alongside with Rose his squire.
At the moment they were taking a well deserved break in the meadow of triumph when he noticed something approaching them. Jumping up from where he laid the Shepard readied himself for another battle his companions though weary as well prepared. What they saw was not what they expected.
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Searching for herbs was actually quite a challenge to do despite being in a meadow. You would think that being in such a fertile place there would be bountiful amounts of herbs, but truth is there wasn't. He's considered growing them alongside the plants he was already growing in their home, but decided against it at the time. Now, however, he was reconsidering if maybe he should just grow them in the garden rather than spending time searching for them. He heaved in a long sigh and shook his head, his white tinted aquamarine hair shaking from the movement. It was then he spotted the distant figures from the corner of his eyes.
Tilting his head in a curious manner the young boy began walking steadily towards the figures knowing he could fight whoever or whatever it was if he needed to. The moment he came into their sight he saw their stance take weary form- preparing for battle. A tiny smirk creeped its way onto his lips but otherwise his expression remained the same. As he came closer to view he saw their weapons drop yet their demeanor of wariness had not changed. They were still wary of him as they possible should be.
He stopped a foot away from the group of seraphs and humans. They stared at him and as he stared at them he broke into a soft chuckle. Fate was quite a cruel woman.
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Lilic was the first to break from her surprise of meeting another seraph. "Who are you?" Her voice demanded answers which the other was too busy laughing to give; however, not a moment later the young seraph was breathing softly and looking at her. A small smile painted his beautiful face yet as he looked at her he still refused to answer. Instead he optioned to studying each and everyone of them. His gaze stopped at the Shepard and tilted his head a hand raised to his lips-pondering.
"Huh, you look more alike than I thought." The Shepherd gave him a 'What' face. He chuckled again, "Wow! Even your face expressions are alike!" Stressed from all the fighting and craziness from his own seraphs as well as to now having to deal with an insane Seraph that kept comparing him to somebody and ignored their questions, the Shepherd exploded.
"I've tried to be patient but...Gah! Can you just please tell us who you are, what you're doing here and who are you even comparing me to?!" He huffed slightly out of breath the white haired seraph blinking back his surprise. He paused and looked away debating on his choices, an innocent expression on his face.
He looked up and said, "I suppose it would be polite to introduce myself, but then again it's usually polite for the first party to introduce themselves first before asking." The vein on the Shepherd's head grew in size and grudgingly he gave the seraph his name, "Lyall, my name's Lyall, and over there," he pointed to each of companions as he introduced them, "is Lilic, Lailal, Edna, Rose, and Dezel."
The seraph before him nodded, "Nice to meet you I suppose. My name is Mikleo, and what I'm doing here is actually collecting herbs." Lyall's eyebrows rose to his hairline, "All on your own!?"
Mikleo innocently tilted his head not quite sure what the problem was, "Yeah. Is something wrong?" Lailah who had been silent up to this moment stepped forward a serious expression on her face, "Mikleo-san you probably shouldn't be out here on your own. There are many hellions roaming around this area."
Mikleo smiled softly finally understanding why they were so shocked. "Well I'm actually not alone, but my partner at the moment is currently resting since I've been dragging her everywhere just to find herbs." Lailah didn't look reassured, if anything she looked more concerned. Before she could say any more a strange bird like creature flew overhead circling above Mikleo before landing next to him.
The bird itself was larger than any other hellion they've faced- excluding the dragon- it's feathers ranging from water blue to misty white blue. It's eyes were pure gray unseeing of its surroundings. The bird leaned its head down to Mikleo's face rubbing itself against him. Mikleo ran his hand down its silver beak. "Mikleo-sama," a high pitched child's voice came from the bird, "Sorey-sama told me to come and get you. He says we need to go."
Mikleo pouted looking down at the basket of herbs he had collected. "He better make this up to me then!" If birds could give expressions Lyall was positive that the bird would be giving the young seraph the same look Edna gives him and Lilic when they get into their spars. Mikleo turned to Lailah and thrusted the basket of herbs to her.
Lailah appeared surprised by the act. Mikleo waited patiently for the older seraph to take the basket from him. Hesitantly Lailah took the basket from Mikleo looking at him inquisitive about his actions. Mikleo placed his as over his hips and looked away, "I can't hold onto things while I'm up there," he turned his bright amethyst eyes to the sky before turning them to Lailah again, "So I might as well give them to you guys."
Lailah opened her mouth to say something but closed it once again figuring that maybe she shouldn't look a gift in the horse's mouth, so she accepted the basket of herbs graciously. By that time Mikleo had already gracefully with skill and precaution climbed onto the bird's back where he was situated comfortably for flight. It was by then that Lyall had realized something.
"Hey wait, Mikleo! You never answered my last question!"
It was difficult to see him since he was so far up and perhaps it was also indirectly the sun's fault but Lyall was positive he saw Mikleo smile at him amused.
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A young boy in the last years of adolescence stood at the edge of cliff a gigantic slate colored panther with green markings lay next to him purring. His hair a light hazel brown, skin kissed softly by the sun itself, and jaded colored eyes that stared down at the beginning of what was soon to be. The flapping of wings alerted him of his partner's arrival. Turning to face the direction he was coming from he opened his arms catching his partner midway down their descent. Slender fingers ran down his cheek brushing back his hair lovingly.
He looked up a light smile caught on his lips. Mikleo was pouting grudgingly at him a light playful glare aimed at him. He chuckled and carefully situated Mikleo onto his feet where he apologized. "I know, I know. I promise to make it up to you soon Mikleo." Mikleo huffed and crossed his arms, "You better or I'll lock you out of our room again, Sorey." Sorey laughed nervously knowing Mikleo would really hold true to the threat.
"Ahh!"
"Fall back!"
"Damnit!"
The sounds of the battlefield brought the two back to their grim reality away from their own happier one. Mikleo stood next to him his violet eyes staring boredly at the distance, Sorey turned his to the same direction. If they were younger perhaps this scene of carnage would have evoked some sort of emotion from the two, but as it stood now things like this no longer bothered them. Behind the two awaiting their orders was the bird and the panther who had rised from where it had last been napping to greet its fellow animal companion.
"So how was your trip with Mikleo-sama, Ammon~" The panther asked, inquisitive golden eyes shining within the domain of malevolence. Ammon spoke out weary, "He worked me like a horse, asking me to take him to so many places within two days. I thought I was going on break…"
The panther grinned its sharp fangs glinting. "It's why I went on strike." Mikleo who stood on the edge of the cliff pouted and grumbled out, "It's also why Ammon's my favorite. You're just plain out lazy Sachiel, that and Ammon takes care of me."
Sachiel growled, "I do take care of you!" Mikleo and Ammon gave him a pointed look in which he looked away from. Sorey merely smiled and ignored the three grown up children he had to take care of.
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"Ammon you're lookout. Make sure Sachiel doesn't go overboard, 'kay? Sachiel go into the battlefield and kill as many soldiers as you can. Make sure to cause as much fear and hate as you can on both sides." Sorey dismissed the two sending them both out into the fray while he and Mikleo stayed behind. Mikleo stood besides him waiting patiently to hear what they had to do. "Mikleo," Sorey was turned around away from him watching the on-going battle, and for a minute Mikleo was reminded of what Sorey had once been before all this. Before…
"Mikleo!" Sorey's distraught voice brought him back. A worried expression overtook that usual cheerfully calm face and Mikleo couldn't help but purse his lips. He didn't like it when Sorey was worried- not to say that he didn't want Sorey to care but more on the lines of he didn't want Sorey to over worry about him. Sorey had the tendency to do so when it came to him.
Mikleo reached out for Sorey's hand, gripping it tightly in reassurance, and smiled. "So," he began in an effort to divert Sorey's attention, "What are we going to be doing?"