Alrighty! Since I got reviews...I wrote another chapter:D YAY! Okay, ummm it's gettin good, I promise. Gettin, yeah I have good grammar skillz right thur.haha i crack myself up XD. Well um just read and review...NOW! haha, just kidding, you can leave any reviews your heart desires. Oh yes, the dislaimer I own NO ONE! But, like I said before...Yuan, and Kratty XD I should write his name like that...HAHA anyway, Yuan and Kratos own all:D Now enjoy chapter two of Blue Skied Symphony! Why do I babble before my story! It's fun! Enjoy!
"As the war raged on, hopes, dreams, and futures were torn to shreds. The two worlds were both fighting for one thing. It was a time of darkness, and time of war. It was a period of confusion, desperation, and longing for acceptance. Built up acts of both hatred, and misguided anger. The half-elves torn looked for a place where they, would be accepted. I still look for that place since; we have yet to find…our homeland."
Yuan
The Slyvarant base was a place where the half elven generals, and desperate pact were made. This base wasn't notoriously known yet, for lodging desians or any such thing. It was a symbol of peace, and hope, or love, and war. It was the only thing, which would help bring end the Kharlan War. Situated in a desert, the giant blue dome was house to the three main generals of the Sylvarant half elven army. The base was one of the few just made from magi-technology, since the harnessing of mana was now fully known, hence the reason of the war.
The room was dimly lit. Three dark figures, sat surrounding a large table. The room itself was composed of some sort of new technology, which the half-elves of Slyvarant had achieved to harness. They, unlike the Teth'ella half-elves, were winning the war.
"So…what are you going to do about Yuan's desperate cry for help, Forcystus?" a blonde haired older looking half-elf drawled. He stared at the turquoise colored hair elf, which sat across from him looking positively bored out of his mind. The turquoise haired elf sighed. He still had both eyes at this point in time; they were red and staring at the older elf, angrily. All of the sudden he slammed his fist onto the table, and pushed his chair out, he began to pace the room. The white hair elf smirked.
"Well? If you don't go, you'll make us look quite bad. Don't you agree?"
"Shut up Kvar…I know what'll happen, why the hell…what the hell could they have been thinking?" Forcystus replied still pacing, his arms over his chest.
"It seems they only wanted to, help." This time it was from another elf, his voice was deep and his hair was crimson red, his name was Magnius.
"This is turning into a god damn disaster! Instead of helping they're causing more problems than necessary. Why didn't they just join the damned army if they wanted to help?" Forcystus raged.
"Maybe, they wanted to find a more, peaceful means to ending the war?" Kvar suggested, which only got a laugh from Forcytus.
"That's ridiculous, Kvar. How the hell is anyone suppose to stop a war peacefully? Especially with only three half elves, and a small army."
"Don't forget…the human." Kvar said his voice filled with contemptment.
"Yes, Kratos…why is he helping them?" Forcystus asked.
"Beats the hell out of me…but, you still have to help them." Magnius interjected, his face stern.
"BUT! Why me? Damn it, if only Roydyle was here, I'd send that useless bastard. But, no he's off somewhere, doing god only knows what." The room was silent for quite a few minutes, the three half elven general pondering their own thoughts about the war, and other things.
"It's settled then? You'll go and lend them support." Suddenly a desian ran into the room panting.
"Sirs! An incoming message from Yuan!" they all sighed, as a screen dropped down form the ceiling. Yuan was there.
"Yuan. We'll be sending men right over." Forcystus stated.
"Good, I'd hope you'd help." Yuan said.
"Yes, well if we didn't we'd look quite bad, now wouldn't we?" Kvar said smirking.
"I-I suppose that's true as well." Yuan said looking at Kvar strangely.
"It'll take some time for us to get there, you do realize that, yes?" Magnius stated from the back of the room. Yuan couldn't see him through his screen, so he had to be out of view.
"That's fine, as long as it's before the humans reach the forest." Yuan said.
"How long is that exactly?" Forcystus asked.
"About five hours at the most."
"What! Only five hours! What the hell have you been doing? Why didn't you ask sooner?" Forcystus roared.
"I didn't…we didn't think they'd make it through the Gorge, so fast." Yuan said hanging his head.
"Damn it, Give me two hours." Forcystus said turning around and storming out of the room.
"As long as it's before the humans get here." Yuan replied then the connection was closed, and the two generals were left in a dark silent room.
:Tethe'alla 1 hour later:Edge of Ymir forest:
As a chilling wind blew across all of Tethe'alla the elves, and the humans prepared for war. The wind with its iced fingers was ignored for the moment. Martel shivered, and Yuan noticing out his cape on her shoulders. She looked at him with kind, caring eyes that were filled with sorrow.
"What's wrong, Martel" Yuan asked worried. She smiled looking down at the ring, which was now on her finger.
"It's nothing, Yuan." Martel said staring out into the distant, lush green fields. Everyone around seemed preoccupied and readying for war, but in that moment, they felt at peace, and happy to be in each other's arms. Kratos ran up to them suddenly.
"The humans are making their move." He said gravely, and Yuan got up.
"Alright get everyone into position. Damn where is Forcystus?" He said. Mithos came up to them.
"I just got a message from Kvar…Forcystus should be here by now." Mithos said, desperation in his voice. Yuan growled with impatience.
"We'll have to hold them off for the time being. Come on!" Yuan said going to the front lines. Kratos looked at Mithos. Martel began to follow, but Mithos grabbed her hand.
"Martel…you can't go on the front lines I won't have it." Mithos said sternly, his eyes narrowed as he looked at his older sister. Martels eyes filled with sorrow.
"Mithos…" she smiled.
"Alright. I'll stay in the forest." Martel said. She began to walk back into the forest. Mithos let out a heavy sigh. Kratos looked at him.
"What is it, Mithos?" Kratos asked.
"It's…nothing."
"Lord Mithos! Forcystus! He's just arrived! On the Elemental Cargo!" Mithos looked up, his eyes had the look of happiness for once, since the war.
"Wonderful…absolutely wonderful. Tell Yuan!" Mithos said.
"This is it! The Final Battle of the Great Kharlan War!" Yuan yelled as he stood before his army of less than 5,000 half-elven warriors. A few miles away the humans were doing the same thing. Then, both armies marched forward; the battle of the time was about to begin.