Eragonfanatic92: Hello. This is my first ever fan fiction. For those of you who don't know, I like to go by Mieu. For my muse… tosses coin …Marta!

Marta: poofs in Actually, this is her second fan fiction, but first published. She refuses to publish the first one because it's a self insert, and it seems to be self insert season lately.

Mieu: Shut up Marta! Anyway, I think it's too AU-ish.

Marta: Come on! The worst it has is alchemy. Plenty of people are giving themselves insane powers.

Mieu: …Let's focus on this story. glares

Marta: Fine, fine.

Mieu: So since I have written other stories, this story seems very short to me. It's only about three pages in word, and it barely breaks the 1,500 word mark.

Marta: Yeah, her self insert's first chapter has like…5 pa-

Mieu: /Shoves sock in Marta's mouth/ You're not here to advertise the self-insert. Disclaimer, please. Takes sock out

Marta: Eragonfanatic92 does not own Tales of Symphonia, or Tales of Fandom 2. If she did, she'd be in it.

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Kratos Aurion glared at it. It seemed unfazed by the looks it was receiving. It had been the source of his frustration for the last fifteen minutes of his life. What could possibly cause this frustration? Why a new outfit of course. Kratos had spent the last fifteen minutes glaring at the new outfit he was required to wear since he was promoted to a captain position in the army.

How am I supposed to get this darn thing on? Kratos thought; ready to burn the cursed object. It was a white and lavender, with reinforced dragon skin buckles. Unfortunately, the buckles went in every possible direction. Or seemed to. (A/N: If you don't know what I'm talking about, either I need to get better at describing things. Marta: Yeah, you do! A/N: Shut up. Or you need to play the game again.)

"Kratos! Hurry up!" A low voice yelled up the stairs. Kratos' eyes widened and grabbed the cloth part of the outfit. In twenty seconds, he had the fabric on and zipped up. Kratos fingered the dragon skin buckles and fiddled around with them. He thought he had it figured out and was about to snap on the first piece when he noticed heavy footsteps quickly ascending the stairs. The door burst open without a knock.

"Blast it boy! What's taking you so long?!" A man in his late thirties or early forties stormed in. He had dark red hair that was cut short. At his side was a sword with a gold hand guard and a ruby stuck in the middle. He was dressed in attire that signaled he was a general. Kratos only had enough time to open his mouth before his father snatched the buckles out of his hands and expertly snapped them onto his body. Kratos' eyes moved as he watched each piece fell into place. So that's how you do it…He also blinked every time his father clapped a buckle on too hard.

"Learn it, boy."

"Now fix your hair and get down to the palace! I don't want you late for your meeting with the royal family. I'm going ahead." His father pointed out the door.

"Kids these days…old enough to be captain of the knights, but can't even put on a uniform. I'm getting too old for this." He muttered angrily as he walked out the door. His father was back in the room in a flash, grabbing his shoulders and pulling them back.

"Don't slouch!" he scolded, and was out again. Kratos sighed, while looking in the mirror. His hair was sticking up as it always did. No matter what he or his father did, they could not keep it down. Both he and his father knew this, but his father was always telling him to fix it. He did a double take. That uniform looked pretty spiffy. He liked it. He buckled on his own sword, which was much plainer than his father's. It was a two handed sword with a lavender grip that matched his current uniform. It also had a ruby at the very bottom of the hilt. He glanced at his magi-technology clock and was gone the next second.

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Kratos ran as fast as humanly possible to the palace. It wasn't too far away, just a mansion and garden away. The only thing was, he had to get there in less than a minute. So no there could be no distractions. He couldn't afford any distractions. As Murphy's Law would have it, a distraction!

"Hi there!" a little girl with short brown hair waved to him.

"Hi, sorry, but I'm going to be late!" Kratos responded quickly.

"See you later!" she yelled as he zoomed past. He was going to make it…he wound around the final corner…but a random vendor had pushed his cart directly in front of Kratos' path. Kratos cringed and prepared to jump it…just as it was pushed out of his path. He sighed in relief, but failed to notice a small red spot left on the ground that would be known in the future as his worst enemy.

He continued running, but his foot had hit the red splotch and he went sliding. Like his hair, he defied gravity and tripped up the stairs. Luckily, the guards saw his run and had the castle doors open for him. He was moving in slow motion, but he caught a glimpse of inside the palace. His father was inside, looking back at him with an angry face, five other generals were staring, and eleven or twelve other captains watching. There was also the King and Queen of Tethe'alla sitting on their thrones. One general with steel blue hair that Kratos recognized made a motion with his arms. Suddenly, nothing was in slow motion, and Kratos was repeating the general's motion. Before he hit the ground, he put his hands down as a brace and pushed off, so he landed on his feet. The red substance was still on his foot however, and while he landed it caused him to slip a little bit.

"I give you a 10 for the flip, but an 8 for the landing." The general with steel blue hair chuckled. He looks familiar… I think he's stationed in Meltokio. A different general, one with long light brown hair nudged Kratos' father in the ribs. "Hey, Pallas, that kid of yours has a lot of potential. He'll be famous one day." Pallas put on a happy face and laughed heartily. "Of course, of course. I'm always telling him that." Kratos subtly rolled his eyes. His eyes suddenly stopped on a girl that looked around his age peeking around the corner. She had long, silky, strawberry blonde hair, was dressed in very fancy clothing, and a round face. Chocolate brown eyes met blue ones for the briefest of moments. She blushed a bit and disappeared. Kratos' heartbeat sped up a bit, but he stood in attention when the King rose from his throne.

"These captains are the new faces of the future. They will make sure Tethe'alla flourishes, and defend from the enemies in Sylvarant. The captains will serve for the next five years, while the generals serve for seven. They will be released if unable to perform their duties, or under my command. Before I go on, is there any one who does not want to be in the military, because we want loyalty, not people seeking power or influence." One of the captains got up and left. I can't leave or my father will kill me… "Very well. Each general will be assigned two captains. Captains, you will be receiving the general you will be working under. Generals, you will be receiving a status report. Move your troops accordingly."

As he spoke, servants moved from out of the halls, and handed each captain a thin scroll, and each general a considerably thicker scroll. Kratos held his scroll tightly. Inside, was his future. It determined who he was going to be reporting to for the next five years, where he would stay, and most importantly, if he was apart from his father.

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"Captains, you may open your scrolls." The king spoke, before taking his wife and leaving the room. Should I open it slowly, quickly, or like a regular person? In the end, he wound up opening it like a regular person, and peeked inside. In curly letters, it said 'General Zexion' (A/N: I know, that's a Kingdom Hearts character, I'm not creative with names. Marta: Yeah right. She usually searches names on the internet to match their personalities. Mieu: I was being lazy.) Ah! That's his name! That's the guy that was stationed in Meltokio. Now to find out where he is stationed this year… All around him, various captains were reporting to their generals. Kratos made his way over to General Zexion.

"Alright, Kratos. From what this report says, I will be stationed in Meltokio again. You can stay in your mansion if you wish, but report to my office in the castle." Another captain, one with bright red hair stood in attention in front of General Zexion.

"Ah, Zelus. In case you didn't hear, you'll be stationed in Meltokio, you can stay in your own house, but report to my office in the mornings, which is located in the castle."

"Yup, yup got it all down right here." Zelus tapped his head. (A/N: Sound familiar?)

General Zexion chuckled, and put a hand on each of their shoulders. "Kratos, meaning power, and Zelus, meaning dedication. I like you two already. Return on home for now, and meet in my office at 7:00 sharp in the morning."

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Marta: Wow, that was an abrupt ending. Kratos only got one line in the entire thing!

Mieu: Shut up, I wrote it at 10:00 at night. And originally he wasn't even going to have that line, but I figured I would make it like the first episode of The Animation. By the way, if anyone notices any mistakes I may have made, such as typos, please tell me, because I have a slight-

Marta: MAJOR

Mieu: Fine, major case of OCD. By the way, I'm going to try something new that I haven't seen other author's do before. For each review I get, I will add 100 words to the next chapter. Well, a good review, not a review saying 'blah' and that's it.

Marta: She was going to do 1000, but this fic kind of just popped into her head, so she doesn't really have it planned yet.

Mieu: I will probably update in a month, but if I don't, feel free to throw things at me. Review and get 100 words!

Edit: Never mind about that, see next chapter for an explanation about reviews.
Edit 2: Found some typos so I fixed them.