Okay, I KNOW I have 4 fanfictions already in the works…but inspiration struck when I was playing Tales of the Abyss…

I'd like to introduce my character, Rosalyn fon Fabre, Asch and Luke's sister. Guy still has his phobia around her, but its' more or less controlled since she hangs out with her brother and him as much as possible. She also, for some reason, has a strange distrust and hate for Van, but doesn't know the reason or why.

Another thing about her, is that she's the fon Fabre son's twin. Although she's not the scion of Lorelei's power, she still sometimes has dreams where he can talk to her, although with great difficulty on his part. Just thought I'd clear that up before I get this underway!

And later on, there shall be an appearance from someone from Earth 3 so…later on, this shall sorta be a self instertie…but not by me.

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"Mmm…" The sunlight shone though an open window, across the floor and onto the bed into the face of a young teenaged girl. She groaned slightly, shoving her head under the covers, tuffs of long red hair peaking out from the cracks.

"Miss Rosalyn?" The huddled figure under the covers groaned at the knock on her door, the maid on the other side knocking again a moment later. "Miss Rosalyn? Guy says he'll start sword training without you if you're not up within a few minutes…" the maid was cut off when the inhabitant of the bed suddenly leapt out of bed, opening the door a second later.

"Alright, thank you. Tell him I'll be down as fast as I can. You're dismissed." The maid curtsied and left, the young lady of House Fabre closing her door so she could hurriedly change into her practice clothing. For the last few years, she had been watching sometimes as Guy had been training before going to bed. She had watched him practice Arte by Arte, move for move, step by step over and over again, until she herself decided to try out his style of fighting. Guy had found her one night last year, struggling to perform a more complex move. He had stopped her there, showing her the proper stance and way to move. Somehow after that night, she started to accompany him to learn and practice under him, training both in the early morning and late at night.

"Owch!" She brushed out a large tangle in her long red hair, pushing her long bangs into the pony tail she was attempting to put her hair into. She had slipped into stockings and a less frilly and restricting dress, one that would let her move about while training. It still could be a bother at times, but her mother wanted her to dress like a proper lady. Her figure was a pretty thing, delicate but able to withstand her continued semi secret weapon training with Guy. She grabbed a pair of leather gloves, slipping them over her fingers before she continued to brush out her hair. Her green eyes watered up at a particularly horrible tangle, making the seventeen-year-old squeak as she eased it out.

"Why does he have to get me up at dawn every morning?" Rosa briskly tied her hair with an elastic, shoving her feet into her leather boots. Lord Fabre didn't necessarily approve of her learning how to handle a sword, but he didn't make a fuss of it, instead buying her a well balanced and light katana that she would be able to wield. She now strapped that to a belt across her waist, checking to make sure her knife was secure as well. When she deemed herself ready, she glanced at the mirror in her room one last time before walking out of her room, walking out across the hall to peek into her brother's room. He was still fast asleep, half on and half off the bed, his covers carelessly tossed around his body. She chuckled quietly and closed the door, quietly making her way downstairs out into the courtyard.

"Good morning Miss Rosalyn." Pere, the old gardener and Guy's grandfather, greeted her from his place at the garden. She smiled and waved at him, walking over.

"You always do a lovely job with my garden when I don't have the time to look after it properly…Mother has been insisting that I increase my studies lately, especially with music and sewing." The man nodded, taking a small rest from weeding.

"Your music is as beautiful as you are, my Lady." Rosa smiled and thanked him, walking over to Guy who was already stretching and warming up for practice. She stopped a few feet away from him, aware of his gynophobia. Though when they practiced, she noticed that he didn't seem to constantly remember the fact that she was female, instead fully engaged in their spar.

"At least one of these days I would love to take a break and actually sleep in for once like my brother does…" She mockingly mourned, bending over to touch her toes. She grimaced as her muscles screamed, having been put through a big workout last night when she decided to sneak out of the manor the night before. Only Luke knew of it, and of course Guy, since he was the one Luke sent to keep an eye on his sister as she wandered down to the harbor to watch the sea creatures. She also had managed to get into a fight with a few guys, but Guy had quickly taken care of that when he found her.

"Lighten up Rosa, or you'll become like your brother Luke." He grinned at the thought before shaking his head. A few minutes later, he straightened from his exercises, drawing his practice blade.

"alright, you ready?" Rosa nodded and charged.

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Close to noon, a maid found Rosalyn softly playing her flute under a tree in the courtyard. Luke was with her, boredly watching the clouds in the sky as Guy tinkered with a fontech machine.

"Miss Rosalyn, Master Luke, Lord Fabre requests your presence in the Drawing Room shortly." Luke grunted something and flapped his hand at the maid in a lazy dismissal. "Yeah yeah, dismissed." The woman curtsied and left them, leaving the three to themselves once more. Rosa sighed and handed Guy her flute. "I'd really appreciate it if you could leave that on my desk in my room." The blonde nodded and smiled, stretching as he got up to go put away the instrument. She got up after him, brushing leaves off her green silk dress before lightly placing a hand on Guy's shoulder in thanks. The man flinched but gave her a slight smile, walking across the courtyard to where her and Luke's rooms were.

"Shall we?" Rosa asked, her brother nodding. They walked into the Drawing room, noticing the visitor.

"Master Van!" Luke excitedly ran over to sit beside his training master. Rosa suppressed a grimace, sitting beside her mother, across from the bearded man. She didn't know why, but for years she had a slight distrust of the man. Something didn't seem right about him, although she could never figure it out for the life of her. She snapped back to attention a few moments later when Van gave his departing bow to them, going outside to wait in the courtyard for Luke.

Walking across the courtyard, she noticed that Guy and Van were huddled together, talking quietly about something. She continued on, a slight frown crossing her features as she opened the door and climbed up the stairs to her room, pushing open the door. She walked over to her desk, buckling a small and large dagger onto her belt, as well as her katana. If 'Master' Van was here, she might as well get a few pointers from him, suspicious swords master or not. As an afterthought, she picked up her silver flute and placed it in the loop hole for it, deciding she could practice it while she watched Luke train.

"Awww, training dummies!" Luke's whine carried up to her room, making her roll her eyes and giggle at the same time. She walked briskly out the door and shut it after her, pausing momentarily when she felt something, something strange at the back of her mind, as if something was going to happen.

'I think…someone is coming…' She shrugged it off and walked out of the tower, walking around the courtyard and the training men to stand a few feet from Guy at the bench.

"I think Luke has been getting a bit better, don't you think?" Guy mentioned, nodding to the boy who was currently spacing out. "Though he still has a long way to go, spacing out like that and all."

"You need to focus. Now charge!" Van commanded, settling into a defensive stance as his student charged at him with vigor.

"Yes, I suppose he has…" Rosa agreed, watching as her brother learned a new Arte. She smiled before hearing a strange singing voice, a strange tiredness washing over her.

"What's going on?" Guy grunted, slowly sinking to his knees while holding onto the side of a building. Rosa herself ran over to her brother, holding onto his arm in alarm.

"I've finally found you Vandesdelca!" Rosa gasped as a woman jumped at Van, a knife in her hands. "Prepare to die, traitor!" Van put up his sword in defense just in the nick of time.

"Tear…I knew it." Tear was prepared for that counter, jumping back before aiming to strike again.

"Who are you?" Luke swung his sword at her, the woman lifting her staff to deflect the blow. A bright white light surrounded Tear, Luke and Rosa, masses of fonons gathering around them.

"Damn, not that voice again!" Luke was clutching his head in agony, from another one of his headaches Rosa presumed.

"The Seventh Fonon?" Tear gasped alarmed, screaming a moment later along with Luke and Rosa. The fonons increased even more before disbursing into single particles that glittered as they fell to the ground.

They had vanished, leaving the servants and Van to wonder what happened.