A/N: Okay, there is another Xenoblade Novelization on the site, however mine and the other one will be different. I've asked the creator of the other Novelization and he's fine that I too am doing one. Author out!

Birds chirped, resting in the trees of the colony. Children played outside happily, some watching as the fluffy blue clouds rolled across the sky. They laughed to one another, pointing out shapes and other things in the sky.

In one house, a window was open. It was to let out the heat which had built up inside the house on the summer day. The house had two floors- the open window was on the top floor. The floor seemed to be like a whole room on its own, like a bedroom. There was a nice carpet, a bed, a small table next to the bed, and some shelves. One shelf had katanas on it.

A man with long, dark brown hair relaxed on the bed. Well, relaxed wasn't exactly the right word- more so pondering, as the man had a troubled expression on his face. He lifted an arm, which bore scars, and looked at it, frowning. "I wonder if it will ever heal," the man murmured to himself. His arm shook, and he sighed, only to be interrupted by a voice, calling from the stairs. "Dunban?"

The man, Dunban, chuckled as he heard the voice. It clearly was a young woman's. "Yes, Fiora?" There were footsteps as a blonde woman with green eyes came up the stairs. She was carrying soup and a drink on a tray, a small smile upon her face. Dunban glanced to the food. "Ah, it's time for me to eat already, then?" He blinked, looking to the younger woman. "You know, you didn't have to bring it yourself. You just could have called me."

The girl walked to the bed, setting the tray down on the table near the bed. "Oh, don't be silly, Dunban," she said. She sat down next to the bed, and looked up to him. "Do you want me to feed you?" Dunban watched her, letting out a small laugh. "Come on, Fiora. Don't treat me like an invalid. After all, I'm better than I was a year ago," he told the girl, Fiora. Fiora nodded, agreeing, "Much better!"

Dunban looked to her. "I was nearly dead back then, after all. You were very worried." Fiora chewed on her lip, glancing from where she sat up to him. "Why wouldn't I be?" she asked. "You're my brother, Dunban." Dunban smiled a bit, then said, "But I've made a lot of progress. Nowadays I'm almost well enough to handle the Monado." Fiora gasped and stood up, her blonde hair whipping about, exclaiming furiously, "Don't say that, Dunban!" Her green eyes sparkled with anger and worry. "The Mechon are gone now! Why would you say that?"

He glanced to Fiora, realizing how sensitive the subject of the Monado was with her. "I mean I'm just prepared. Sorry," he apologized. Fiora settled herself down, and sat again next to the table. "Okay," she said. "But on another note, you should eat before it gets cold. I made it extra special today." She smiled up at him. Dunban chuckled at his sister's enthusiasm. "Don't feel like you need to stay here then, Fiora." He relaxed against the pillow. "You should go and make your next delivery."

Fiora bit her lip. "But..." Dunban looked from the window to Fiora. "I'm pretty sure he'd like to try it while it's hot," he said. Fiora sighed and shook her head, looking away from Dunban. "It's fine, Dunban. Shulk has no sense of taste anyway.." She brushed her light blonde hair out of her face, frowning. "He'd say it's delicious, no matter hot or cold." Dunban smiled to her. "In this case, he'll actually mean it, Fiora." He looked out the window calmly. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Off you go," he told her. Fiora sighed at the last words, standing up. "...Okay." She began to walk away, then stopped on the top of the stairs, looking to him.

"...Dunban."

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

Fiora smiled to him, then set off down the stairs.

Dunban watched her go, then looked to his injured arm. He chewed on his lip, glancing to the soup and drink. He moved to the edge of the bed, gingerly picking up the spoon in his injured hand. He winced, his whole arm shaking, as he dropped the spoon. It clattered loudly as it landed on the uncarpeted portion of the floor. His arm continued to shake, and Dunban sighed.

On the table, there was a photo of three men. Dunban, Dickson, and Mumkhar. Dunban looked to the photo, giving a sharp intake of breath. "...I'm not finished yet," he said determinedly. "I have to be prepared to use the Monado again..."

-:-

Fiora grabbed the sandwich in its container, biting her lip as she walked out the door. Some barrels and small flowers were outside their door for decoration, but it wasn't much special. The blonde stopped at a voice, calling, "Hey, Fiora!"

"Dickson!" Fiora smiled at the older man. "Seems to me you're in a bit of a hurry," Dickson observed. "What're you up to?" Fiora glanced to the sandwich container, then back to Dickson. "I'm taking Shulk some food," she said. "I'm on my way to the lab now." Dickson laughed. "Shulk's not there right now," he told her. "Really?" asked Fiora, a bit surprised. Dickson replied, "I sent him out for some fresh air. You know how he is. I'm sure you have an idea of where he'll be." Fiora tapped her chin, then said, "Outlook Park?" The man nodded. "That's the one."

"Okay," said Fiora. "Thanks, Dickson." Dickson nodded to her and walked off. Fiora watched him go, then looked to the bridge. There's a nice breeze today, Fiora thought. No wonder Dickson sent Shulk out today of all days. She walked onto the bridge, observing the environment around her. The sun was hot today, but mixed with the breeze, it was just right. Fiora smiled as she exited the bridge, following a branching path. Little Skeeters buzzed through the air, and Bunnits hopped playfully around. Fiora noticed a Giant Hornet sitting on a flower. I remember the first time I saw one of those. They're so big! She found a jar, then carefully walked to the Hornet, and captured it in the jar.

"I'm not a big fan of these," she said aloud, watching it inside the jar. "But I think Reyn likes them. I'll give it to him later." She put the jar away, continuing down the path. She wasn't going to start a fight with the Bunnits or Skeeters; she found the Bunnits cute and had no reason to attack Skeeters. Fiora hummed, continuing on, gazing around at trees and the grass slowly swaying in the wind.

She passed by another bridge which led into the Colony, and stopped at the bottom of some stairs. Fiora bit her lip, then continued up the stairs, which led up a small hill. At the end of the stairs lay a small park. There was a big tree in the center, with lampposts around. There were some flowers and some bushes. In front of the tree, there was a bench.

And on the bench was a blonde boy with blue eyes.