Woohooo! First chapter! I've been working on this for a few days now and I had the courage to post it today! I want to thank my friend LifeEqualsMusic, an awesome beta reader, who is helping me a lot with this story, seriously I love you! :D

IMPORTANT:This story begins just a few days before the real game starts! And the main characters is Jude (along with Asch), you'll get to know her when you start reading!

I don't own Tales of the Abyss, just my dear Jude. :P *Re-uploaded since it turned out crappy at first, not beta*

Tales of the Abyss: Seal of Oblivion

Even if the world's end is prophesized,
I want to hold on to this final hope.
We promised that day, at that place,
together, for our future…

This sadness filled and empty reflection,
is compensation for my breaking and dying heart…

For all of these years, your hand continued to wander.
The degraded me is pulled into an eternal sleep…

Going along my shivering finger tip is an Ephemeral Wish,
the spell it wrote is shining.

These tears will never dry up,
they'll just flow into tomorrow and die…
I awakened that day, at that place,
together, for our future…

One day I'll release these words,
it's the story that will save us.
The shape reflected in the mirror, is a Shining Light.

Endless Tears by Ayane (translated lyrics)

Chapter 1: Loss

Everything was covered in darkness, it was endless, and I couldn't tell where the floor or the ceiling was, no sounds and no light. Nothing. I tried moving my legs but my muscles felt heavy, I tried talking but nothing came out. What is this place?

My heart started racing, I tried moving my head but nothing happened, I couldn't even blink or scream. W-What the hell is going on? I can't…why? I tried once again but nothing changed, the darkness was still there, deathless and incalculable. Crap, I knew it, I knew it, I'm dead, damn it! B-but why? What happened?

I took a deep breath; my heart was racing even faster, slamming against my chest. Ok, calm down, relax, I have to think clearly…What was the last thing I did? I thought for a moment but nothing came to my mind. O…kay….I c-can't remember. Calm down… I meant to say my name but I realized I may have forgotten it too.

Oh shit, no, no, no! This one should be simple, my name, what's my name? My throat was dry, my muscles felt heavier than before. My head was starting to spin and breathing became difficult. I fell back, to my surprise the darkness was soft, and I bounced over it. I had stopped breathing now; there was pressure around my neck, like someone choking me.

No…I don't want to die! Let go off me! But the pressure was still there, suffocating, I stopped trying, I felt weak, no air in my lungs. My arms and legs, pinned to the darkness beneath me. If I'd any chances from escaping they had now reduced to zero, I could no longer form a coherent thought. Please…

I didn't feel the necessity of breathing anymore, the darkness started to dissipate over me. The thick darkness turned into thin clouds and an intense yellow light shined behind them. The light started to descend slowly until it was too close to see the darkness anymore. Since I couldn't close my eyes the light burned them, the intensity of the light was stronger in my left eye. My body started trembling and every part of my body was burning.

The pain was unbearable and for once in this crazy dream I was able to move, my eyes shot open and I rose abruptly with a gasp. Unluckily, there were no windows and the room was a little dark, not dark as the endless dark matter that had been surrounding me before but it was still dusky.

I was on a bed. The room was somehow brightened by the lanterns on the walls. My eyes stopped scanning when I meet a really unexpected pair of eyes. The man was sitting in a chair, at the right side of the bed. The first thing that came to my mind was… pineapple. Maybe because his hair was tied into a pony tail, his brown messy bangs made his head look like a pineapple. Maybe I'm just hungry.

He grinned, it almost made me shiver. "How are you feeling?"

"I…w-what happened?" was the only thing I managed to spit.

"You fell off a cliff, don't you remember?" His tone was serene.

"I what?"

He rose from his sit, his ponytail swung with the movement. "Jude, calm down."

"J-Jude? Is that my name?" I asked uneasily, anxiety pressing on my chest.

"Oh dear…" His eyes fell with genuine disappointment. "Yes, your name is Jude," He glanced up again. "Jude Haefner."

"I-I can't remember anything, how did it happen?" I asked, rubbing my left eye, still stinging a little from the intense light that had burned it not so long ago.

"Apparently a pack of monsters were following you, at least that's what one of my subordinates said. She saw you fall." His dark azure eyes searched mine, glint of hope on them.

I extended my arms and legs to look for any injure, which I didn't have, "But I'm not injured."

"You were lucky my subordinate was there, also you have been sleeping for a few days now." He explained crossing his arms.

"Oh…excuse me but, how do you know my name?"

"You were part of the Oracle Knights, a soldier." He muse waiting for my reaction. "A skilled one I must say."

"You knew me before this happened?" He nodded slowly. "I'm sorry sir, I can't remember your name, and actually I can't remember anything you have said."

He smiled, barely, "I'm Vandesdelca, Van for short, Commandant of the Oracle Knights, also commander of the Six God-Generals within the Order of Lorelei." I was surprise to understand what he was saying; it looked like I hadn't lost all of it. That could only mean I was in Daath now, headquarters to the Order of Lorelei.

Testing my own knowledge I asked, "Fon Master Ion is the leader of the Order of Lorelei, right?" He smiled pleasantly and nodded.

"I'm sure you will recover your memory very soon." Van took a few steps back without turning around. "In the meantime, I will assign one of my subordinates to take care of you."

"Isn't it too much attention for a soldier?" I shook my head, "I'm sure I may remember something if I just look around, besides I don't want to bother."

To this, he laughed out loud, he didn't even try to hide it. I crossed my arms and raised a brow, when he stopped he sat on the bed, beside me, "Jude, my friends always deserve attention."

I blinked a couple of times, "I was- I mean, I'm your friend?" He placed a hand on my shoulder and nodded.

"I'm glad you haven't changed one bit. You were the kind of person that doesn't like to be the center of attention whenever something bad happens." He mused.

"Especially if I fell off a cliff…" I sighed. "I just hope it wasn't because I tripped, how embarrassing!" I hissed. He laughed even harder.

"You fell off a cliff, lost your memory but you are afraid about how embarrassing it might have looked?" He laughed again, this time stroking my back a few times pushing me forward; I could feel the heat of embarrassment on my face.

He stood up, "Well, I must return to duty, I'm heading to Baticul, the guards will escort you. My subordinate will help you regain your memory that will be his objective."

Seemed like I would have to stick to this 'subordinate' of his anyway, I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Fine." He smiled triumphantly and patted me in the head a few times, it felt familiar. He head for the door.

"W-Wait, Commandant!" He turned slowly.

"You can call me Van." He said. "What is it?"

"Ah, w-well Van, can you tell me how old I am?"

"Seventeen, if I'm correct." He took a few steps forward. "Born in Yulia City." Yulia City? Really? That's the city located in the Qliphoth.

"The 'watcher's home'." I mumbled, he nodded with a grin. He stepped back to reach the door but he stopped.

"Oh, I almost forgot," He took a white letter envelope from behind his white tabard. "Can you give this letter to my pupil once you meet him?" He walked towards me and handed me the letter.

"Umm, sure no problem." I looked at the letter with curiosity. An inner whim made me want to read it.

Van either noticed the glimmering in my eyes or knew me too well, "It would be better if you don't read it. Most of what is writing there is secret information to the Order of Lorelei." He chuckled darkly.

I pouted, "That doesn't help, you know…"

He headed for the door, "I know you will do the right thing." Van replied casually before closing the door behind him. The new silence felt conformable and I fell back on the bed with resignation, I sighed. So, I'm a soldier…that's weird...actually, it sounds cool. But I doubt I'm that "skilled" now… Agh memory loss sucks!

I jumped out of the bed, that's when I noticed I was wearing a dress. A simple white dress that reached my knees with short bellowed sleeves, Ugh what is this? It makes me look…girly. 'Nu uh' not cool, soldiers don't wear this stuff, does that mean someone changed my clothes? The thought made me shiver; hopefully it had been a woman. I looked around the room, the golden flooring had strange brown patterns, and it felt cold under my bare feet.

I wonder where the guards…are.

I snapped out of my thoughts when someone knocked the door, I sauntered to the door and opened it to find two soldiers at the other side of it. Their helmets covered their faces, only darkness could be seen through, creepy! They had spears, why do guards always have spears?

"We are here to escort you Miss Heafner." The voice echoed from one of the guards, not sure which one.

"Alright," I tucked the letter inside the pocket of my dress and followed the guards. The halls were as dark as the room where I had waked up. More lanterns hanged from the walls making the place less spooky, from where we were this place looked like a maze, passages and stairs here and there. There was this strange pressure over my chest, I assumed it had to do with the poor oxygen in this place; this place had to be underground. Meh, I'll get use to it.

The guards guided me through another passage; the dark cobbled floor was colder than I imagined. Both men stopped in front of the elevator, "This way," said…one of them. We climbed in, the cage ascended and they took me to a black door with golden patterns, well, actually, all the doors were like that.

To my surprise the other side was different; it was much brighter, a long hall with lots of doors and lots of those shiny lanterns across the black and gold wallpaper. The floor had the same gold and brown from the room I had seen before. As we walked, one of the doors ahead opened, the small pink haired girl closed the door behind her.

She was dressed in black and held a…stuffed…demonic…doll, hugged around her arms. Jeez, what do kids play these days? Voodoo? The girl ran toward our direction, her eyes locked on me with curiosity as we passed by. I turned my head back; the girl had stopped and kept looking at me with innocent eyes. Wasn't that Arietta the Wild? One of the six God-Generals.

The guards noticed the curiosity that had grown in my eyes but kept walking. What where the name of the other? Largo the Black Lion, Sync the Tempest, Dist the Reaper, Legretta the Quick and…what was the last one?

I snapped out when I heard the guards mumbling one another, though the echoes their helmets created made it easier to hear. "Isn't he going to get mad?"

"I think so, what is the Commandant thinking?"

"I don't know… Maybe Asch already knows." Who the hell is Asch?

"No, no, I'm quite sure he doesn't know he has to take care of her." Oh, he is definitely talking about me, I can sense it!

"What are you talking about?" I spluttered; a murderous look on my face.

The guards stopped walking and twitched. One of them turned around, "It's nothing, Miss Heafner." He took a few steps forward to the last door of the hall and opened it.

I peeked inside; I could see a four-poster bed at the other side. "We are here, Miss, Asch the Bloody's room."

"Wait, what?" I turned my head but an arm pushed me inside and the door closed with a loud thump. I twisted the knob to find out the door had been locked. "Hey! What the fuck is going on?" I slammed my fists on the door.

A muffled, echoed voice answered from the other side, "S-Sorry Miss, the C-Commandant ordered us n-not to let you out of this room until A-Asch comes."

"What?" I kicked the door a few times, "Let me. Out. Of here!" But no matter how much I hit the damn door, it never opened, I ended gasping for air.

"Fucking great!" I ran my fingers through my hair trying to calm down. I took a deep breath and scanned the room. This one was much larger. A large window with a long black window seat at the left, the rays of the sun bathe the dusky room. Well, I suppose I can learn a few things about this Asch guy if I look around.

The bed was large and covered with a neatly folded red quilt with red pillows; the curtains falling from the posts were red too. And the curtains of the window too, ok…I have the slight suspicion that he likes red. Moving on, there was a full-length mirror in a corner, maybe a little narcissist? Then, there was a wooden wardrobe at the right but that's definitely out of my reach. Finally, there was another door beside the wardrobe, I opened it and found a large bathroom, all white and clean, oh a bathtub!

This guy is tidy, everything it's too perfect in this room. I gave up on looking around and sat on the window seat, I curled into a ball and sat across it, I hugged my knees tightly as I looked at the radiant garden outside. Why do I have to be here anyway? How is this guy going to help me? I'd rather be outside in the garden. And how come I remember all the six God-Generals except this one? I shook my head; one of the God-Generals is going to take care of me? Embarrassing.

I sighed, all of a sudden my head started spinning, and I crossed my arms above my knees and sunk my head into darkness. Ugh, why is this happening? I closed my eyes and tried distracting myself; I remembered the letter that it was still tucked inside my pocket, should I read it? I gripped my arms tighter to prevent me from taking out the letter. I sunk my head even more and fell asleep…

"What the hell are you guys doing in my room?" A man hissed from the other side of the door. It caused me to wake up...a little.

"A-Asch…this are orders from the C-Commandant." A frightened guard said.

"What?" Asch grunted. "Get out of the way!"

The door slammed opened, which woke me up completely. My head rose slowly to meet the gaze of two jade orbs, he was by the door, red long hair, his face contorted in a mix of indignation and surprise. My body stiffened with the same posture, I could see the guards had stiffened too, waiting for his reaction outside of the room.

"What is this girl doing here?" He growled looking back at the guards who were shaking with fear.

"T-The Commandant said-" tried one of the guards.

"Silence!" He roared, his green eyes sparkling with anger, "Disappear if you don't want me to stick those spears up your asses!" The guards didn't hesitate and made a run for it. I was still frozen, in the window seat. He stomped towards me; I gulped.

I didn't waste time and took out the letter from my pocket, when he was a few inches away from me I placed it in front of him; he could keep the insults to himself, at least he would see that whatever was going on wasn't my fault.

He snatched the letter from my hand with a glare, Asch the Bloody… It makes sense. He opened the enveloped and unfolded the paper; his eyes scanned it meticulously. My body, which had relaxed a bit, petrified again, more contortion had formed in his face as he kept reading the letter. When he was finished his hands clenched into fists, the letter and envelope crumpled around his fingers.

"What's your name?" He huffed with a dead serious expression on his face.

"Jude Haefner." I replied, I was surprised my voice didn't crack. He frowned suspiciously.

"You are the soldier that fell off a cliff?" This time his voice rang arrogantly.

"Yes." I barked.

He noticed the crude tone in my voice and raised a brow. "So you lost your memory?"

"Yes." I was still there, my hands around my knees. He leaned closer, his eyes focused in my face, like searching for something. He then frowned and shook his head.

"What happened to your eye?" He spat.

It caught me off guard, "What?" He smirked darkly and pointed the full-length mirror a few feet away from us. I stood up and looked at our reflection, my long blue hair and forelocks, I gasp when I saw my right eye was blue but my left eye was yellow.

"I-I didn't know I had two different-colored eyes." I said defensively. His body was still tense, but he wasn't as angry as before. He was wearing leather armor and a tabard, black and red.

"You are pathetic." He concluded, sitting on the window seat.

"Excuse me?" I growled.

"Are you deaf?" He scoffed satirically.

I shook my head with indignation, "You are the guy that is supposed to help me? You are a total jerk."

He laughed mockingly, resting his arm over the window seat, holding his face. "Me? Help you? From what I understood from this letter, you are my new pet."

"What?" I hissed. "Give me that damn letter!" I reached for the crumpled paper on his hand but he pulled it away. I leaned again but he placed his gloved hand on my shoulder to keep me from getting any further. His other hand, the one holding the letter, rose above his head to keep it out of my reach, I stretched my arm trying to grab it but the hand on my shoulder prevented me to get closer.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He growled. "Don't you know who am I?" My hand locked on his wrist, the one grabbing my shoulder.

"Frankly, I don't care!" I whimpered. "Besides, I lost my memory you moron!" His daring look was replaced by rage, he jumped to his feet without letting me go and twisted my free arm behind my back; the sharp pain made me jolt.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" He forced me out of the room and pushed me through the hall. "Where the hell are you taking me?"

"Out of my sight!" He yelled into my ear. He stopped in front of one of the many doors and opened it. But before he could do anything else I freed myself smashing my elbow against one his ribs as hard as I could, a choking sound escape from his lips and I started running.

"See ya later, sucker!" I laughed triumphantly as I ran away.

He ran after me. "Come back here you little-"

"Sorry, can't hear you!" I snorted, dodging a soldier in the way. Asch pushed the soldier out of his way, the armor of the soldier clattered loudly. Oh, he was really mad, a baleful glare and gritting teeth were proof of it. One of the doors ahead opened, a green haired boy with a mask stuck out his head.

"What the hell is all that noise?" Sync the Tempest hissed, closing the door behind him, he jumped when he spot us running to his direction. "What the-!"

"Sync! Don't let her get away!" Asch ordered, I increased my speed to let Sync know I wasn't planning on stopping now and looked at him with determination.

Sync moved away pressing his back against the wall, "The girl is your problem Asch! Not mine!" I smiled at Sync as I passed by while Asch gave him a murderous look. Sync grinned arrogantly.

A few steps away from the last door, a sudden weight on my waist knocking me on the floor, "Let go!" I grunted. Asch's hands were tightly wrapped around my waist, the whole weight of his body on my legs and his chin pressing on my lower back. Somehow, he was able to pull me up, his arms still around my waist lifting me off the ground. "Hey!"

"The letter said you where difficult, not a crazy hag!" He spluttered, again too loud for my ears.

"No one told me you were a hideous idio-" He covered my mouth with a gloved hand before I was finished. I struggled all the way back, swinging my legs and arms to set me free.

Sync snorted silently and then said, "You've got your hands full, don't you?"

"Shut up." Was Asch's simple, but harsh reply as he dragged me to his room again, I didn't stop squirming or cursing. Nonetheless the hand clapped on my mouth made it sound just like noises, angry muffled noises.

He threw me to the floor; I turned around rubbing my arm, which had smacked on the floor when he tossed me to the floor. "Stay. Here." He growled; his arms were tense; he was definitely losing his patience. "If I see you running again, "He unsheathed the sword from his belt. "I swear I'll live up to my title." The way he said it and the sinister smile on his face made me freeze again. The scared expression on my face was enough for him to know I would stay. He sheathed the sword and closed the door behind him with a glare.

I sat on the window seat again, it was better to stay and see what would happen next. Well, hopefully he wasn't that mad to actually kill me, right? I sighed, what was he going to do when he took me out of the room anyway? I clasped my hands together, playing with my thumbs nervously. I looked up at the window, I hadn't notice it was dark outside until now, had I slept that much?

The door creaked open, it was Asch again, he closed the door behind him. He wasn't glaring now; just an apathetic look on his face. My eyes grew wide when I noticed the pair of shackles in his hand. He locked one of the ends of the chain to one of the front posts of his bed. I shook my head in disbelief and he grinned, taking his sword out again. "Will I have to force you?" He sneered. "Come here, now."

I grit my teeth but step forward. He kneeled to lock the other end around my ankle; I controlled the urge to kick him in the nuts when I felt the blade of his sword brushing against my leg. "Don't try anything stupid or I'll cut your leg off." He threatened. I gulped and let him finished securing the shackle with a lock, he kept the key.

He step away to admire his work with a smug. "Good girl." He scoffed. I crossed my arms and stuck my tongue. He ignored me taking some clothes out of his wardrobe and head for the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I sat in the bed with a grunt, now I was doomed, certainly doomed.

He came out a few minutes later, apparently he had taken a bath. His dark red hair was damped; he wasn't wearing his armor anymore, only his pajamas. His sheathed sword was still in his hand, which left my plan of choking him with a pillow during his sleep, out of the question.

"Pets sleep on the floor." He remarked turning the lights off.

"I'm not your pet, asshole." But I was obviously not going to sleep with him in the same bed so I slipped to sit on the floor, then I remembered the window seat. Unfortunately, the chain was too short it was impossible to reach it; somehow I felt he did it on purpose.

He didn't say anything, he punched his pillow a few times before resting his head over it, sword in hand. I wasn't sure if he was already sleeping but I decided I would sleep curved in a ball as I did before, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me spread on the floor like a dog. I pressed the side of my head to the mattress, it felt uncomfortable and I huffed with indignation.

"Here, shut up." He mumbled throwing one of his pillows in my direction, hitting me on the back of my head. I glared at him but he had already closed his eyes, I took the pillow and placed it between the side of the mattress and my head. The scent of his cologne was impregnated on the pillow. The sweet smell filled my nostrils, "Idiot." I mumbled as I fall asleep, scattered thoughts started to form an image in my head…

-0-0-0-

Memory Fragment: Friends (current age: 7)

She was lying on the grass, on her ankles, her fists clenched over her lap. A hurt expression, not physical pain though, the contortion in her face was different. I don't really blame her; Yulia City is gloomy and lightless. I used to feel like I was going to pass away; this place becomes suffocating, small and claustrophobic from time to time, even though I have lived in this small bubble all my life.

Tears started rolling down her cheeks; I wouldn't have seen them if the selenias weren't so shiny. She curled her back like if something was about to come out from her chest and she sobbed louder. And me being me I couldn't stand it anymore, people always, always told me, keep your nose out of it, don't disturb strangers, stay still, don't do this and don't do that. Hell, everyone was so annoying and without thinking much I approached to her.

The turf snapped as I approached and she looked back rubbing off the tears from her face, I stopped right in front of her.

"You ok?" I leaned forward on my knees. "Why are you crying?"

She rubbed her face again, "I'm not crying!" she sobbed.

"Yes you are." I frowned.

"No, I'm not!" She pouted.

"Yes." I pressed.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

I looked at her in silence before sitting beside her, I wrapped my tiny hands around my knees, and she sniffed a few times oppressing the urge of crying again. "Whatever…"

After another moment of silence she spoke again, "You are that girl, the one that is always making trouble."

"And what if I am?" I looked away with indignation before speaking again, "You are the kind and polite girl, that's what everyone says."

She tilted her head with curiosity, her straight brown hair swung with the movement, but her blue eyes locked on me.

Her gaze become annoying after a moment, "What?"

"It's just…You are the first person to tell me that." She mused, her eyes locked on the selenias this time, we were surrounded by them.

"Oh…" All sights of anger disappeared. "I'm Jude, what is your name?"

"Mystearica."

"Mys-What?" She rolled her eyes with indignation. "Hey, it's hard to pronounce!" I hissed. "Don't you have a nickname?"

"No." she answered drily.

I crossed my arms and pressed my lips thinking, "Mys…tear… ica". Her cerulean eyes locked on me again; this time she changed her posture to face me. "Tear…Tear sounds good!"

"Huh?"

"That's your nickname!" I beamed with a wide smile. She smiled weakly, by now all the tracks of tears had dried; her nose wasn't red as a tomato anymore and neither her eyes. "So, how old are you, Tear?"

"Six." Her tone was soft almost inaudible.

"I'm seven!" In my case I was too loud. Like most children, I loved to point things out, even if I had done it thousands of times. "These flowers are called selenias you know. They only grow in the Qlifloth!"

"You mean the Qliphoth." She corrected with a mocking smile.

"Yeah, that thing!" I nodded with chaff.

"My grandfather told me about them." She cupped a selenia between her fingers and stroked it with care, in a delicate way. I spotted another flower and cut it to place it in her hair.

"It looks good on you, Tear!" A chuckled escaped my lips.

She smiled, this time a wide one and cut the selenia she was stroking, I was taller so she leaned, pressing her knees against the turf to place the flower on my straight blue hair, as my eyes sparked with delight.

"How does it look?" I asked jumping to my feet.

"It looks lovely, Jude." Her eyes were sparkling too, like she had just discovered a treasure. We laughed for a while, mostly her when I told her how I almost fell off the second floor of my house trying to unlock the window.

But her laughter died when I asked her if she would tell me why she had been crying. She bit her lip, her hands clenched into fists again. "It's just… Sometimes I want to see my parents."

I just nodded, with a blank expression. Before I could say anything else she changed the subject. "What about your parents?"

"Oh, I don't know my parents. Though I was born here, Danny found me inside a trash can." Danny, was an elder woman of the city, a friend of Tear's grandfather, Mayor Teodoro. That's how I had heard about Tear and vice versa.

Tear gasped softly, her eyes trailed off to the turf guiltily, which made me feel guilty as well, another awkward moment of silence began. Just when I was about to say something I was cut off by the sound of footsteps.

I turned around, only to find a pair of legs in front of us and brought up my gaze to meet a pair of dark blue eyes. I gasped with surprise, the teenager smiled weakly at my reaction; he was so tall the back of my head touched my shoulder when I looked up. And his hair was the same color as Tear's.

"Vandesdelca…" Tear gasped scrambling to her feet. I looked back to her and then back to him.

"What is it with you people and your complicated names?" I spurned.

That earned me a puzzled expression from him and Tear just giggled. But I ignored it, "Van is shorter and sounds nice."

He smirked at me before turning to Tear again, Van was seventeen at that time.

"You shouldn't run away like that, ok?" Van crouched to pat her in the head. "You could have hurt yourself."

"I'm…I'm sorry." She bowed her head and sighed. "I was just… A little sad." Van chuckled, Tear raised her head with curiosity, and his eyes were focused on the selenia in her hair.

"It looks good." He mumbled stroking one of her bangs above her ear.

"See Tear, I told you!" I puffed up my chest and rested my hands on my waist with triumphant air.

Van's amazement was quickly replaced with a fond smile, one I returned. "Jude Haefner?" I placed my hands behind my back and nodded. He patted my head twice, "Thanks for taking care of her."

"Anytime." I snickered.

"You sure are something..." He snorted.

He stood up before holding Tear's hand, "We have to go back home, Tear." I couldn't help but smile. He turned to me again, "We'll see you later Jude." I nodded happily and they started to walk away.

Yulia City is dim but the people of the city compensate it. If people can be happy in this limited space...Then I wondered how people in the outside world live their lives, seeing other places would be fantastic. Tear turn and waved a hand with a chaffing smile, I waved back, good-bye.

IMPORTANT: Jude looks like Ami Kawashima from Toradora!(except for the yellow eye ofc), google it you don't know who she is.

Hopefully you enjoyed reading this first chapter as much as I enjoyed working on it. Please comment!