A/N

Yep, I've moved from Harry Potter to… Tales of Symphonia! I've been playing the game for awhile now even with school going on… but don't worry! Cry of a Restless Soul is still going on, I'm just getting the feeling that people are losing interest in that… so I've moved on to other things in an attempt to spread my… (ahem) influence along this vast sight.

Summary:

Two years have passed by quite quickly; despair still clings at both Lloyd Irving and Sheena Fujibayashi as they gather all the exspheres from the rebuilt world of Symphonia. But even as they burn the pile, no relief is apparent in the two friends. Though when another war seems to be on the horizon, these sad thoughts are pushed back and omitted as Lloyd and his companions try desperately to halt this war.

Disclaimer:

I do not own, or intend to make profit off of, this fanfic. I do not own the original characters, if I create a character than I shall specify who it is and that I own him/her and permission to use him/her will only be granted by me; Runningidiot.

Silent Sky

Part One:

Recovery

A brown haired boy propped open a normal looking door; squeezing through the narrow opening, and after recovering outside the room; shut the wooden door as silently as possible, wincing at the creaking noises it made. No doubt Kratos would make a fuss about this, but who cared? I walked down the stairs of the Palmacoasta Inn.

Lloyd soon found himself in the lobby, seeing no one at the desk; he dashed out into the evening daylight, pulling a hand up to block the beams of light that greeted him as soon as he left the inn.

"Took you long enough," Lloyd was slightly startled at this monotone sounding comment. He turned around, seeing the older warrior propped against the wall of the inn, his right hand resting on the hilt of his long sword. "No one saw you correct?"

Lloyd sighed. "Yes no one saw me." He said in a rehearsed sounding tone. "Why is it so important that no one knows you're training me?" Kratos made a sound with his throat, sounding as if he was clearing it.

"We will keep this secret to start off, are you absolutely su-"

"YES!" The deprived Irving child wined again. "Now can we go!"

"Humph," Kratos grunted, muttering something Lloyd couldn't hear after it. When Lloyd started to question this unknown muttering, the older man lifted a hand. "We will go to a different location; the public is not exactly the most…"

"Best?" Lloyd supplied.

"Adequate place to train." Kratos finished, not looking at the younger boy but setting off, his footsteps silent. Lloyd stepped off after him, his footsteps clicking loudly on the interlocked stoning ground of Palmacoasta.

He followed the experienced swordsman out of the city, not looking back like Kratos; Lloyd continued to follow the warrior obediently attempting to act as calm and composed as the older, more skilled, magic swordsman. Soon Lloyd noticed the lack of sunlight seeping through the various tree branches reaching out in random directions above him, he absently reached up and broke a branch off, swinging it around as if it were a sword.

"You have one already." Kratos stated without turning around, Lloyd shot his back a frowning look, throwing the stick away and quickening his pace to match that of Kratos'.

Lloyd walked beside the taller man, trying to walk with purpose just as Kratos did. Lloyd heard a slight snort sound from Kratos' direction. Turning his head to the left sharply, he frowned at the older man.

"What's that supposed to mean!" Again Kratos snorted. "Answer me damn it!" A chuckle replied this comment now, rather than a snort and Lloyd felt himself taken-aback by this sudden change of heart.

Kratos halted suddenly, Lloyd immediately looking around for the source of this stop. "You're so easy to enrage." Lloyd's head swivelled back to face Kratos' expression, which the sixteen year old boy could not read very easily. The only Irving alive now stepped back a couple of steps, stuttering slightly while trying to decipher this expression.

"Uh… er… why're you looking at me like that?"

Kratos turned abruptly, omitting the question. "Come, I wish to find a suitable location before sunset." He said sharply, walking on without waiting for the younger warrior.

Lloyd fumbled to catch up to Kratos, twisting his legs slightly as he started his run, he tripped to the ground; grumbling with an annoyed growl added in to it. Though what really made Lloyd angered was the sidelong smile on Kratos.

However rare it was to see Kratos smile, Lloyd knew he was smiling at his trip. Lloyd leaped upward, planting his feet properly on the forested grass and running his right hand through his dark brown hair. He glared at Kratos, walking past the chuckling man.

Lloyd soon lost track of time, twirling his right sword in his hand and whistling an unfamiliar tune. He felt his eyes scout out the area around him, soaking in the pleasant appearance of this forest. Branches came from every angle, blocking the sunlight and shadowing the ground beneath it. Green leaves clouded the canopy of the forest, bringing with them, a pleasant odour.

"Stop," Lloyd answered obediently, halting his walk and turning around to see the older warrior walking past him. Lloyd's head followed the walk of Kratos Aurion, he moved around constantly, pausing to feel the grass and brush the leaves.

"W…What're you doing?" The only known Irving still alive asked the mercenary. He stood up from the ground which he was crouched on just a moment ago and turned around to face him.

"I am merely checking if this is a suitable location." He turned away from Lloyd and started to pace around the large clearing. "The wind is blocked by the trees; the sun has passed over us bringing us both heat and light, but no glare."

"Wha...?" Lloyd replied dumbly and Kratos responded with a slight chuckle.

He turned around, facing the eager swordsman. "You have been rather impatient."

Lloyd couldn't help but put on a confused look. "How am I impatient!"

"You have been complaining about various things, acting quite immature, and you are acting quite irritable right now." The older man answered honestly.

"No I haven't!" Kratos snorted.

"Let's begin then." Then the mercenary muttered something after that Lloyd didn't quite understand. Though when Kratos pulled out his shinning long sword; Lloyd got the message and drew his twin swords.

"Spread your feet apart." Kratos said immediately and Lloyd felt his two legs moved accordingly, creating a slight gap between his two feet. "Now show me your ready stance."

"Ready… stance?" Lloyd said blankly.

Kratos relaxed his grip on his own sword while running a hand through his brown hair, sighing deeply. "This is going to be tough."

"What is?" Lloyd asked curiously.

"Ah… nothing, the ready stance is a… well a stance which you can intercept enemy's attacks." Lloyd felt something click within his mind and he knew an expression of realization dawned upon his own face. He turned slightly, his right shoulder facing the formidable Kratos, the two swords resting on their respective sides.

"How's this?" The brown haired kid asked, lifting his two hands, trying to indicate the stance.

"You're wide open." Kratos answered bluntly and Lloyd felt his mouth fall wide open. "Using two swords lessen your blocking capabilities."

"B-but," Lloyd said quickly, stuttering over the word. He cleared his throat and continued nonetheless. "But if one sword has the power of one hundred then two swords would make…" Lloyd started to count in his head…

"Two hundred," Kratos supplied and Lloyd nodded. "Is that the reason you started to use two swords?"

"Uh…" Lloyd said nervously and Kratos replied with a slight chuckle.

A/N Yeah, it's shorter compared to Cry of a Restless Soul, but once the story comes together the chapters will increase in length. Hopefully...