Mr.Who2123: Welcome to my story! (In evil and weird voice)

Kratos: Why are you saying that?

Mr.Who2123: Because I know that there are new people reading this!

Kratos: okay…

Mr.Who2123: Anyways, I really really really want to thank Alaia Skyhawk for dedicating a chappie of her story (It's really, really good!) to me. I want to thank you for being my favorite reviewer, and constantly helping with my fanfics. (I should help her on her fanfics, though. I don't give a lot of constructive criticism!) I was delighted, so I want to return the favor. Skyhawk, you're doing the Disclaimers!

Skyhawk: Hey Mr.Who2123!

Mr.Who2123: Hey, Skyhawk, if you do the disclaimers, I'll let you hug Kratos!

Skyhawk: Really?

Kratos: Don't I have a saying in this?

Mr.Who2123: No! Don't make me get Chuck Norris out here!

Kratos: …

Skyhawk: Alright! Mr.Who2123 does not own Tales of Symphonia, but if she did, she'd use her annual income to take over the world!

(Skyhawk hugs Kratos really tight, and then almost breaks his windpipe)

Kratos: (cough cough)

Mr.Who2123: Nice one, Skyhawk!

Kratos: (glare)

Mr.Who2123 & Skyhawk: We're starting now!

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Izoold

The next morning, Anna felt sick to the stomach. She clutched her stomach, and sat up in her bed. It took her awhile to realize she was in the boat, and groaned.

"Are you seasick?" Kratos asked on the bed next to her. He was cleaning his flamberge, which still had blood all over it from the battle against the sea dragon.

"I think so," she tried to say in a cheerful voice, but it ended up sounding like a croak. Kratos nodded and continued his work on his sword. Anna got up, and started to sway from the ship, and then fell back down.

"I don't think you should move," Kratos said without even looking up. Anna did as she was told and laid back down on the bed.

"Are we almost there?" Anna asked while pulling the covers over her.

"Only about a half an hour," he replied as he finished scraping the rest of the blood of his sword. He threw the rag down, and then sliced at the air a couple of times. Satisfied, Kratos sheathed his blade, and then put it on his bed.

"Want me to get you something to eat?" he asked as he began to head towards the door.

"Sure," she replied as she watched Kratos leave. Anna turned to her side to get some sleep, but her stomach began to hurt, so she just gave up.

Kratos came back after a few minutes with some fruit, a fish, and some fresh water. He placed the food on her bed, and then turned around to leave again. Anna ate in silence, and only managed to eat half of what Kratos brought her. Anna placed the food on the small table, and then tried to sleep, but it failed like last time. She tossed and turned until she couldn't take it, and got up. She walked through the door, and then nearly fell over from the rocking of the boat. Anna clutched the door, and prayed that she didn't fall down as she passed through the door, and onto the deck.

Kratos was in the captain's room, making a light conversation with Dart; although he didn't usual like to talk.

"Aye, she'll be better when she reaches shore, mate," he said as he turned the wheel of the ship, and then looked to his right.

"She didn't seem very well, and she might throw up if she doesn't stay in bed," he sighed as he gazed at the sea. The floor of the ocean could be seen, and starfish and coral were seen everywhere in the water. Izoold was not far off, and Kratos could make out the few wooden buildings.

"Hey…woah!" Anna had walked into the room, but fell over from the jerk of the ship, and landed on her bottom. "Owwww, that hurt," she moaned as she rubbed her back.

"Anna, you should be in bed," Kratos said as he got up to help her up. He could not help but smirk at Anna's fall, and Anna saw the evident gleam in his eye, and small smile twisting onto his face.

"It's not funny you know!" she said annoyed, but that made Kratos' smile get bigger as he pulled her arm up and bring her to her feet.

"Let's go to the deck," he said as he helped her leave the room. Anna and Kratos were leaning on the rails like they had done the day before. Kratos stared at the small fishing town with discomfort. It was hard to imagine a person like Anna living in such a small and quiet town. He shook his head and scattered his thoughts. She has to live there; it was the only way for her to be safe.

"That's Izoold right?" Anna asked, as she went on the tips of her toes to see the buildings that camouflaged with the mountains behind it pretty well.

"Yeah, that will be your new home," Kratos replied, still in discomfort. She was going to leave him, once and for all, but he couldn't help but shake this feeling of sadness that overcame him while he stared at the small village.

"It's kind of small, though," Anna pointed out as she tore her gaze away from the village to look at Kratos. Kratos only nodded, and then stood up. Kratos left Anna to think. (Mr.Who2123: What a surprise! I'm shocked!)

He went into the quietness of his room and picked up his book that he had brought with him since he had left Mithos. Kratos flipped to the last page and read the contents with much thought. It was his own writing, and it explained what happened during the Kharlan War. He smiled at some parts, and gritted his teeth in others. He didn't know how explained so much on one single page. He felt a rush of sadness when he read about how Martel died at the hands of some human warriors of Tethe'alla.

A door opening broke his thoughts, and Kratos instantly closed the book. Anna was standing at the doorway, looking at the book. It was the one she had tried to read while Kratos was unconscious. Kratos turned around and gave an annoyed glare.

"Sorry if I'm bugging you," she said in a mocking tone as she crawled into her bed. Her stomach was feeling better, and she was tired.

"Sorry," Kratos muttered, and continued to read the page. Anna watched him read, and felt a wave of sadness come over her. Kratos was reading with a look of extreme pain, and looked like he might break down any minute. Anna wanted to say something, but refrained herself and just continued to watch Kratos.

Kratos closed his eyes after reading the page, and could have sworn he felt a tear coming to his eye. Instantly, he forced it back, not allowing Anna to see him cry from a book, although he knew she would have seen the glisten in his eye.

"Are you okay?" she asked, noticing a tear forming in his eye.

"Y…yeah," he managed to choke. Since when has it been that hard to talk after reading that? "It's just…nothing," he managed to say without stumbling over his words.

"You can tell me," Anna replied with concern as she sat herself down next to Kratos. Kratos sighed and looked at the book with agony.

"It reads about what we did during the Kharlan War…just the big things, though. I was reading about Martel's death, and how sad we were," he explained.

"Will you read it to me?" she asked softly, almost in a whisper, as she stared at the book as well.

"Very well," Kratos agreed as he flipped the book open again.

"Martel was running, running as fast as she could, even though she knew death was upon her. She clung to the small hope that clung to her, the small ray of light in the void of dark. A human, a prejudice and stubborn creature, followed her. Martel fell, and in that instance, the void shut out the light, and all hope was lost.''

Mithos came to find the human with his sword dangerously close to Martel's throat, and yelled in anger. The human only laughed as he jerked the blade, and Martel, the pure maiden, Mithos the hero's sister, fell. Mithos took Martel in his arms and tears stung as they poured down his face.

'Martel, don't die!' he cried as he hugged the near lifeless body of Martel. Martel opened her eyes only the slightest, and smiled, a sweet smile, despite her fate. All of us couldn't help but cry as she held onto Mithos' hand.

'Mithos, I have one favor to ask of you, my dear brother,' her thin, raspy voice said as she continued to smile, but she was getting weaker. 'Please end the discrimination of races. That is my only wish. I love…you…Mith…os,' were Martel's final words, as she hung limp, her smile gone, and her hand fell from Mithos.

'No! Martel! You can't go! You…can't,' he whispered as he rocked the lifeless body in his arms."

Anna's eyes filled with tears at the beautiful writing, and the tragic death of an innocent victim.

"Kratos, I had no idea you," she began, looking into Kratos' dark eyes. "You have so much sadness and hate, but you keep it locked up inside of you." Anna put a hand on Kratos' shoulder, and Kratos looked up.

"You should let out your sadness and anger. It's alright to share it. That's what friends are for," she reassured her companion. Kratos' eyes began filling with tears as he nodded, only a little to show he understood, and was thankful for Anna's words. Kratos leaned forward and embraced Anna, tears softly falling down his cheeks.

"Thank you," he whispered.

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Mr.Who2123: awwwwwwwww! So cute! Don't you think so, too?

Skyhawk: (dabs eyes with a handkerchief) so beautiful!

(Kratos blows nose really loud) So…so (sobs) emotional!

Mr.Who2123 & Skyhawk: Holy crap! Since when are you like that?

Kratos: …um…

Mr.Who2123: yeah, whatever…

Skyhawk: Review!