heh, I customized my laptop background to be Yuan and Kratos memorable moments. Now I am always inspired when I turn on my computer to start writing a new chapter! x3! They do look so ubberly cute together. (staring at her background) and I do love Yuan's wings! Squeak! Anyways, I got this inspirtaion, actually I have no clue when I did get this inspiration. I just felt the odd desire to write about the past and the Kharlan War. Of course, this was before Yuan turned so bitter towards everything. Ugh that means no Kratos and Yuan pairing. heh darnit! anyways I'm going to tell this story in Yuan's point of view seeing in my mind he Mithos and Martel were friends as they set out on this journey to stop the war knowing of Mithos power to make pacts with Summon Spirits. So let's enjoy this trip to Kharlan with your host, spiffeh Katra! x3. And I'm sorry if I don't get all the facts and so on correct. Namco has still not provided us with a Kharlan War Game with Yuan and the other four. Oh well!

Wanrings: My Gosh! So Many Spoilers! Pairings; Yuan and Martel mostly O.O My desire for Kratos and Yuan won't be fufilled on this story, heh I feel so depressed now! And Yuan Martel and Mithos are all the age they are in the game. Well you get the idea. They aren't young kids. Yuan is the oldest Martel second oldest and Mithos youngest. You get the idea xP

Distant Worlds

"With the information pointing that you group are half-elves, I herbry exile; Martel, Mithos, and Yuan from Heimdall for being unpure elves and lieing to the community. If you return, we will not hold back on harming you. Leave Now."

I closed my eyes as we turned our backs on the village. If that annoying sun of the current Elf Elder wasn't so interested in Martel and the rest of us, we would still be living in Heimdall with our secret safely hidden. Sighing I walked beside Mithos and Martel. We were abandoned now, in a forest we used to play in when we were much younger. It was a long time before any of us spoke.

"Where are we going now? Humans and Elves hate us and the war is going on between our world and the declining world," Mithos spoke meekly leaning his head against his sister as we walked at a slow pace. Twitching uneasily I thought about the other world which was filled with filthy humans of all types. I clenched my teeth and glanced over at them.

"Well, I'm not going to a world filled with filthy humans who can't accept someone even though they have part of their blood running through their veins," I spoke bitterly. A swift agreeance came from Mithos but Martel looked shocked at my sudden outburst. Shaking her head vigorously in a protest as we neared the exit of the forest, she ran her hand through her younger brothers hair.

"That's not true Yuan, it's because we're... different," She finally concluded as we made it out of the forest onto the open plains. All was quiet, and the air was so fresh and clean, unlike the misty smell of water from our home village.

"I agree with Yuan," I heard Mithos speak in a whisper. Sighing, I looked around for a small spot to rest and think of a plan on what we would do. All I could see were wide open plains. Plains for miles and miles. A feeling of being deserted flooded over me.

"Stop it, both of you. I'm sure not all humans discriminate against our kind," Martel's voice spoke softly.

A human who didn't care of our split lineage? That was only a dream in all of our minds. What we all really wanted was a world where everyone was treated equally and half-elves could live freely. I swear, if we met up with any humans I would personally kill them.

"I'm sorry," I heard Mithos reply, but I knew from his tone of voice he didn't really meant he was sorry. Frowning, Martel tilted her head wearily at the duo of us. She never spoke ill of humans nor elves.

I envied Martel for her open heart and love for this world even though a large number of people living in both worlds despied her race. But she was so strong-willed and kind. Even sometimes I could see her point of view that humans and elves weren't that bad, but an event such as what just occurred brought me back to reality, painfully.

"Where do we go now?" I snapped. No response came from either of them. It they were are idealess as I. I felt annoyed once more, but lost in a sea of emptiness.

"What's the closest town?" Mithos asked looking over at me. I thought for a few moments. Heimdall was mostly on a lone continent, but the waterway between the other mass of land and where we stood wasn't that large and could be possible to swim across. Just possibly.

"We could make a raft and ride across the water to go to Sybak," Martel advised taking the words right out of my mind. Stuttering for words, I cleared my throat and gave a smile.

"That's a great idea," I replied hopefully. However Mithos seemed disturbed. Raising his head to look at both of us, he couldn't manage but to sigh in a odd manor.

"You're just agreeing with her," Mithos began but then cut himself off and looked at the beach appearing in view. If we had any chance of finding a place to eat and rest, it'd be there, across the water and in Sybak.

"So, should we try?" Martel asked, a little uneasy. She wasn't much of a water person. After that time Mithos had pushed her in the water in the forest, she was fearful of large bodies of water. Shifting my glance over to her, I spoke softly so she could only hear.

"Don't worry, if anything happens I'll save you,"

"Alright then let's build that raft," Mithos seemed amused at the thought of an adventure. Seeming stunned at his sudden change of attitude, I could only smile a bit at Martel then followed behind Mithos to the beach to find driftwood.

It was only a matter of what feelt like hours before we had collected enough wood to make a raft big enough to carry us across the river. I sat on the shore watching Mithos run back and forth on the beach edge patching pieces of wood together. It seemed like a great idea at firt, but as I looked across what seemed like a quarter of a mile water, my stomach began to urch. Martel sat by my side, and she looked content for some reason. My eyes darted from Mithos then to his sister.

"It's almost done! No thanks to you too," I could hear Mithos chime as he started to wrap pieces of wood together vigorously. All I could do was to gave a smirk, negative attitudes would only cause this journey to be a complete failure, so I had to keep positive.

"I... think i'll let you and Mithos go to Sybak and stay here," Martel suddenly spoke wearily. She clasped her hands together and looked downward at the sand beneath her. My shock was enormous as Martel suggested that she should leave us behind.

"No, that wouldn't work. What would happen to you with no protection or help? If you don't go, then I won't go," I answered smugly then smiled at her. She still looked nervous but gave a sigh and managed a smile back at me.

"Ok, I'll go," She said disdainfully looking over at her brother busy at work. Moments passed before she spoke again. "He's really doing his best. But what will we find in Sybak? Surely nothing awaits us there," Martel spoke, shaking a lot. Shaking my head I took a deep breath and thought of the right words.

"Nothing awaits us anywhere Martel. We're just a useless group of half-elves but we have to make the best of it, and if we don't stop anywhere to buy supplies we are good as dead," I relied thinking of our current crisis. My stomach growled from hunger but I kept a straight face. Was it really going to be this easy to find our meaning in life?

"Oh would you two stop talking and come over here and help me put the raft in the water!" Mithos hollered standing over the raft. His yellow hair whipped in his face and he tried to get it out of his face repeatedly until he finally gave up. I sat up alongside Martel and walked over to the raft and just starred at it, unsure.

"Mithos, are you sure that'll carry the three of us?" I asked just starring at the collection of logs wrapped together. I was expecting a reassuring speech from Mithos but that wasn't what happened.

"Maybe you're right, are you volunteering to stay here?" Mithos asked with a stern look at me. I seemed startle at his sudden dislike towards me and shook my head trying to act as cool headed as possible at a time like this.

"I wasn't saying that," I snapped crossing my arms. I glanced over at Martel who was eyeing the raft uneasily. I sighed helplessly and turned back to watching Mithos scowl at me.

"Then let's get going!" Mithos spoke picking up a side of the raft and looked over at me as if I were to pick up the other side. I just stood there for a few moments before I heard Mithos hiss, " Make yourself useful and help me instead of staring at my sister."

Biting down my lip I swore I heard Martel laugh kind-heartdely as I lifted up the other side of the raft and carried it along with Mithos to the very edge of the water and set it down in the water. Swaying back and forth we turned around and walked back to where Martel was.

"Well let's go," I heard Mithos spoke boredly. Agreeing with a nod, I watched the half-elf run out into the water and jump on the raft as if this was just a ride that would have no dangers.

"Don't worry, go get on the raft and I'll give it a push start," I told Martel as she nodded and walked out into the waves and sat down next to her brother. A feeling of dread overwhelmed me as I just starred at ground. This was the last time I'd be in my homeland, I looked over my shoulder and starred at the forest in the distantance. Taking a leep of face, literally, I ran out into the waves, shoved the raft and jumped on barely landing on it.

"Smooth move Yuan," I heard Mithos joke. With a sigh, I looked over my shoulder once more as we began to drift away from the shore, very slowly. Crossing my arms, I starred at the direction we were going, waiting to see the coast in view. This was going to be a long trip.

"We aren't moving Mithos..." Martel spoke, distressed. It was true, we were just floating out on the ocean on a raft that could barely hold us. Martel's face showed a hint of anxiety as she closed her eyes trying not to think about what was going on.

"Fine, let me cast a wind spell," Mithos murmured as he waved a hand in the air and a sharp breeze blasted behind us sending us at a normal speed, surfing across the open water. Finally we were out in the open. This was beginning of our journey and the end of our old lives.

"Aren't we going alittle too fast?" Martel finally spoke after five minutes. Rolling my eyes, I looked over at Mithos who was standing up unlike Martel and I. Sharply turning his head, Mithos glared at his sister with annoyance.

"Come on Martel. you were just complaining that we weren't moving," He pleaded as he turned back around, hair flying in the air from the breeze. Martel was right. We were moving rapidly and I started to see the coast of the other land mass in sight. I kept sitting down, praying that we would arrive smoothly.

"I want to go home and see our friends," Martel spoke softly to me. My heart hurt for her. Our old friends. They were all elves and I knew they lost all respect for us when they learned we were half-elves. We couldn't go back even if we wanted to.

"Martel, just think about the future," I spoke trying to make her relax. Uneasily she nodded and closed her eyes again, trying to relax. Feeling a little more relieved that Martel was relaxing, I stood up and walked slowly to where Mithos stood, making sure I didn't loose my footing.

"Do we even have any gald?" I asked waiting for a reply. Mithos turned around thinking for a few moments and took out what seemed like an awfully small amount of glad. My heart sank, that wouldn't last us long and we wouldn't be able to buy any weapons, just food.

"What are we going to do when we run out?" I asked, trying to sound casually. To be honest I was scared to death of this journey. Mithos shrugged and waved his hand in the air to send us going any faster.

"What are going to do Yuan? We are going to try to stop this war and make peace with both worlds. All of us can use magic and stand a chance against opposing forces," Mithos chimed looking out at the water. A low gut feeling came over me. Fight?.. we were just a bunch of weak half-elves casted away like old garbage.

"We won't last a minute if we try that," I spoke rashly squinting. Mithos didn't seem offended but looked more determined then he was before we started. Ugh, if I had any chance of surviving my best bet was to go along with Mithos' insane plan and hope it went well.

"We'll see," He spoke with a smile then casted another spell which sent us crashing into the shore. I flew through the air and landed head first in the sand. Let me tell you this, a mouth full of salty sand isn't all as pleasant as you think it would be. Clenching my fist, I jerked my head out of the sand and stood up and saw Mithos and Martel stepping off the raft.

"You did that on purpose!" I hissed wiping off all the sand that had stuck to me. Impudent brat. He never really did care for me. And I didn't really have a soft spot for him either. But now we were forced on a journey, together.

"No I didn't, you're just clumsy," Mithos joked and walked past me. Scowling eviliy at him I crossed my arms very pissed. In a few minutes Martel had walked up to me, seeming embarrassed by her brother.

"I'm sorry Mithos did that. He's just hiding his feelings," Martel spoke simply shaking her head sadly. Hiding his feelings? I was hoping she meant his hurt towards the world and not his strong hate towards me. I shrugged then walked alongside her to catch up with Mithos.

"So? Where's Sybak Mr. Leader?" I asked yawning and feeling the ground beneath our feet. As if he didn't here me he lead on our group. Glimpsing over at Martel quickly, she walked beside me as if she felt better about being on land now.

"Just trust Mithos. He's been to Sybak before, when we were young," Martel explained. I found it hard not to trust Martel's wisdom. With a glimmer of amusement, I smiled at her and continued my pace to catch up with Mithos who was far ahead now.

After about an hour of walking I began to feel considerably tired in the legs. Martel and Mithos seemed fine, so I didn't speak up at all. I wouldn't allow to be called the wimp in the group. Keeping a stern look, I walked on and on and on. Mithos kept straight until finally I saw Sybak in the far distance. A sigh of relief filled me as Mithos began to walk faster. Martel seemed overjoyed by seeing a place to rest. I clenched my teeth and silently prayed that we wouldn't be found that we were half-elves.

"Remember, keep your mouths shut about our heritage," I spoke, almost in a demand as we neared the city. Mithos whirled around clenching his fists in fury.

"Do you think I'm stupid!" He hissed back at me twitching. I thought for a moment then gave a snicker of amusement.

"Am I supposed to answer that?" I asked, snickering then raised and eye brow as Mithos turned back around and lead us into the city.

Walking into the city felt like a completely different world then what we were used to. The city smelt fresh and many students attending the high class school whipped past us as if we were invisible. Placing my hands behind my head, I walked behind both Martel and Mithos.

"So should we check in with the Inn or get food?" I asked meekly. Mithos stopped for a moment, obviously in thoughts about what we should do. Moments passed but then he turned around to face both of us.

"I think it's safer to camp outside of the city. We need to check on the map of our world to find out where the Summon Spirits are," Mithos spoke slowly. My eyes widened with shock. Summon Spirits! Was this his plan from the beginning. I gulped nervously as Martel seemed horrorstruck to find out we would be making pacts with Summon Spirits.

"Mithos, there's just one problem with that. We don't have a summoner in our little group," I spoke, in dis-belief that the thought of making pacts with the Summon Spirits would actually flutter through his little brain. Martel seemed like she wanted to know the answer to that question as well.

"I... think I can make pacts with them," Mithos suddenly stuttered. I didn't want to laugh, but it just came out. I just started to laugh loudly and leaned against a building for support.

'You? Make pacts with a summon spirit? Do you honestly think you can do all these things?" I asked in tears. Both siblings starred at me thinking I was immature. Straightening up, I hesitated.

"Come on Yuan, it's worth a try," Mithos pleaded. It was worth a try? It seemed pointless to even attempt. Just remembering the stories of those who failed to make pacts losing their lives made me feel utterly disturbed.

"I for one want to live a bit longer and not be killed by an enraged Summon Spirit," I twitched furiously. Mithos didn't understand the seriousness of what he was proposing..

"Yuan's right Mithos, this is very dangerous," Martel seemed concerned. Mithos sighed then clenched his fists in protest.

"I know I can do this! Just believe me please," Mithos spoke giving his sister a soft look. Without even hearing her voice, I knew that Martel would give in to her younger brother. With a sigh, Martel nodded.

"So, what summon spirit first," I yawned leaning against a building. I still thought this was a horrible idea and we would all pay for agreeing to this.

"I don't know," Mithos admitted. Great, we were going to make pacts but we didn't even know where they were. Man was that a grand start. Hissing, I glared at Mithos.

"Then let's look up the summon spirits in Sybak library," I advised. For once Mithos seemed to agree with one of my ideas. At first I felt revieled but then a hand touched my shoulder and I jumped up in fear and startelment and ran over to where Martel was and turned to face my enemy.

He looked a few years older then me, and looked wise for his age. Ruby eyes darted from me then Martel then to Mithos. Feeling uneasily, I whispered a warning to Martel. He wore lilac clothes that clashed with his auburn hair. At first he didn't seem much a threat but my eyes rested on the sword attached to his belt. Gulping, I stood in front of the other two and twitched.

"You're not getting through me," I hissed angrily. My only weapon was my dual edged blade, but even then I wasn't a master of the weapon. I could tell Mithos and Martel were afraid but respected my courage. I thought the man would have unsheathed his sword and stricken us down but he only crossed his arms.

"I pose you no harm," He spoke. Still tensely, I lowered my alertness and stepped in between Mithos and Martel. Daringly Mithos squinted his eyes and spoke up.

"Then what do you want with us!" He snapped. I could tell he wanted to yell at the human but he stuck with those few words. Martel seemed upset at our attitudes.

"I overheard that you were going to make pacts with Summon Spirits?" He asked making a hand gesture towards Mithos. Mithos seemed amused but I glared at the man.

"You were ease dropping," I hissed angrily crossing my arms. Martel lightly grabbed my shoulder and gave me a stern look. Lowering my gaze, I looked downward.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kratos, a mercenary. I have become unemployed from the pause in the war between both worlds," He explained. A Mercenary? That's the least thing we needed was to be stalked by a traitor who took money for jobs.

"And what do you want with us?" I asked bitterly. My arms still crossed, I glanced over at Mithos who was standing up for Martel also. She sighed and just let us bite the human's head off.

"If you can pay me, I'd like to accompany you in your search. My skills should prove worthy," He spoke resting a hand on his sword. I suddenly became enraged at this human's boosting of his skills. Lowering my gaze, I squinted my eyes.

"And what makes you think we need your help?" I asked cruelly. Martel grabbed my arm again in protest and whispered in my ear so Mithos could hear also.

"He seems strong. Mithos, ask how much he wants. We'll need all the help we can get if we are really to go through with making pacts," She spoke, trying to reason with us. I found the plan stupid, but Mithos agreed with his sister and turned to face Kratos.

"How much are we talking?" He asked casually. My eyes just starred at the human. Had he realized we were half-elves yet? Or was he just playing stupid. I crossed my arms and waited for a reply along with Mithos.

"Payment upon success. Of course you can pay me after the war is over," he spoke shrewdly. Pay after the job? That seemed odd for a mercenary. Most stories of these types of humans were that they were greedy beyond belief. But this one seemed different.

"Alright, then we accept your offer," Martel spoke before neither I or Mithos could answer rancorously. I awaited to see the human's reply.

"I swear if you do anything to betray us, I'll burn you to a crisp," I heard Mithos snap from Martel's side. I grinned, holding back a smile at Mithos' strive to protect his sister.

"Alright. Then It's settled. And may I ask for your names?" Kratos asked leading us into the library. I didn't like this deal what so ever. Humans couldn't be trusted, and this one seemed shady. Who knows what he could do.

"I'm Martel, and this is my younger brother Mithos," Martel spoke kindly as Mithos gave a stern look at Kratos still not amused. Martel had so much trust, and it scared both of us. "And this is-" Martel began but I cut her off.

"Yuan," I replied coldly. Kratos eyes went from the siblings then rested on me for a few moments. If he tried anything to hurt Martel he would be dead within seconds. He seemed like a worthy opponent.

"May I ask a question?" Kratos asked sitting down as Martel looked for a book on Summon Spirits. I sat down alongside Mithos. A question? This was starting to become a nuisance.

"What?" Mithos asked, interested.

"Are you.. half-elves?" He suddenly spoke in a low whisper. I became enormously tense and rose to my feet in fury.

"What gives you that idea! I swear-" I began but Kratos had hushed me.

"I don't mind either way. I was just curious," He spoke. I sat back down, still enraged. Didn't care? Pffft. That was the biggest lie I had ever heard of. Didn't care if we were half-elves? Yea riiight.

"Whatever, human," I answered bitterly, still eyeing the man who called himself Kratos. What an odd name. And that hair, it looked like it was up in a messy bun.

"Then my assumption is correct," Kratos spoke to himself. Mithos seemed weary of him, and went to find his sister to his help. That left me and Kratos, just eyeing each other. What right did he have to ask if I was a half-elf. Still feeling tense, I crossed my arms.

"Just stay the hell away from Martel and I won't have to kill you," It was an empty threat. I knew I couldn't kill him even if I tried. His power seemed endless, and I didn't dare to show him that I was weak. Too weak to protect Martel.

Author's Note:

Whoot. I made it through the first chapter of the Kharlan war thingy. I feel so special now. Anyway, Yuan seems obviously pissed about Kratos joining. Ha ha ha! I feel so bad for them x3 Anyways, you'll have to wait for the next chapter.