Can you imagine me, writing my fan fiction whilst watching Family Guy? Hahaha. It was a good episode too. OH! OH! Robot Chicken is next! Yesssss Robot Chicken! Ahh wow I'm babbling before my story…AGAIN! Ah, my god, that was a great episode too. Thank god for Robot Chicken, Sabrina the Teenage Bitch XD. Now it's Aqua Teen Hunger Force time! Yes, excellent. Now, time to, stop! Enjoy Chapter three of Blue Skied Symphony: D that rhymed. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! Haaaaa!

Once again I own no one! And Yuan and Kratos still own…YOU! OMG I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT…Yggdrasill the crazy bastard! Seriously folks…he's insane am I right? Who cares, he's got a cool voice actor, and uh, pretty wings? Yes, pretty wings indeed. :D Oh yes let me make a key: This is thought process, yes they actually think in this one XD and everything else is the same...Alrighty, now READ! Or face my rath of...DOOOOMNESS! WAHAHA:D
"As the Great War raged on, countless people lost their lives. Innocent people, and those who had nothing to with…this pointless war all, died. The Great Tree, Yggdrasill, was dying faster, the killing continued. That's why I…I…I'm so sorry, Yuan. My love. I know you'd do anything to protect me, make me happy, just to see me smile again, even if…if it meant your own death. Mithos, I'm sorry. I left you…alone in this world filled with hatred cold and cruel. I wish, I hope, that you will find the land you seek, sadly, I shallen't follow you their like we planned. I hope, one day that half-elves shall be accepted for my dreams, and hopes should be in vain then. Good bye dear brother, farewell."

Martel

The two armies moved forward. Their rhythmic marching made the Earth shake and tremble. There wasn't a single sound out of anyone. Yuan at the head of the army was serious, and had a stern look upon his face. Thoughts of doubt, seethed into his mind. He looked about hoping to see some sign of the recruitments from Forcystus's army. He sighed.

"Nothing…absolutely nothing." He whispered to himself. A soldier next to him looked at his commander with a worried expression.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Yuan turned toward him and shook his head.

"Yuan! Yuan! Good news!" a familiar voice rang out amongst the battle hardened soldiers. Mithos his blonde hair flowing behind him as the wind picked up ran toward Yuan. Yuan looked at him with a quizzical expression.

"Wh…What is it, Mithos?" he asked wondering what the hell he could be so happy about. Mithos panting bent over and rested his hands on his knees.

"For…Forcy…"

"Forcystus's is here?" Yuan asked, interjecting Mithos, who was catching his breath. He nodded in response.

"Excellent! I knew they'd come through." Yuan said a smile spread across his face. We might, have a chance…after all. He thought to himself.

The Elemental Cargo was the first of it's kind. It's huge holding space, used mainly for large parts, such as generators, and Rheairds, fitted Forcystus's entire army of 10,000 men. It was quite an amazing feat, getting it through the Otherworldly gate as well. After hearing how long it would take the humans to attack, he had no choice but to use the gate. Although, using the amount of Rheairds was quite annoying. But, he couldn't worry about that now.

"Sir! Everything has been unloaded! Shall we move out?" A solider asked. Forcystus looked at him and nodded.

"Yes, the faster we move the better. Begin the march." The soldier ran ahead to the army's vanguard and gave the command to move out. Ten thousand half-elven men marched across the wide valley to meet the humans and begin the war.

In the valley the humans and half elves meet each other. Neither one moving, no sound was made. Yuan glared at the captains of the human army. Mithos looked at the humans. Their eyes so much…hatred, and disgust. Do they…do they really hate us that much. He turned away noticing something sparkling in the distance, he didn't say anything though.

"Well, look at what we have here. A bunch of rouges trying to make a name for themselves." A human general said his men laughing at the comment. Yuan glowered at them, Mithos noticing interjected.

"That's…that's not true! We're not trying to do anything but keep innocent people from getting hurt! Why! Why, do you hate elves so much?" he cried out, Yuan looked at him sympathetically.

"Shut the hell up half-elven scum!" another man cried out angrily. Yuan stepped forward his hand on the hilt of his sword. Mithos put his arm on his shoulder.

"No. We mustn't fight them, Yuan. We don't stand a chance, we're way out numbered." Mithos whispered into Yuan's ear. I see, so he's buying us time. Yuan nodded in agreement.

"Commander Wellington! (A/N Yes, I know Wellington was the guy who fought Napoleon in the battle of Waterloo but you see studying for the AP has made me a tad bit more insane than normal. So, yeah, they're fighting the Duke of Wellington, but it's not called the battle of waterloo…and by the way, I liked Napoleon he was Italian, like me:D) Commander!" A human solider cried running through the various ranks of bewildered soldiers.

"What? What is it?" the Commander who for a human, was broad shoulder, had deep brown, almost black, looking hair. His eyes burned with a fiery longing for battle. He looked at the oncoming solider in perplexity. The solider panting relayed a very dredful message.

"There are…m-m-more half-elves, sir…coming through…Latheon Gorge." He said in broken sentence. The commander spun around and stared at Yuan, then Mithos.

"You…" he said in an angry voice. He then charged at Mithos who unable to summon a spell fast enough could only put up his arms."

"You TRICKED US! DIE YOU DAMNED HALF-ELVEN SCUM!" He roared as his sword rained down upon Mithos , who was knocked to the ground.

"MITHOS!" Yuan cried out. There was blood, crimson blood. It's…it's not mine…then whose is it?

"What!" he heard the human commander say. An auburn haired man stood between Mithos and the Commander the sword lodge into his shoulder. He was panting, and turned around to Mithos.

"Are you…alright, Mithos?"

"K-Kr-Kratos!" Mithos cried out. The human roughly pulled his sword out from Kratos's shoulder. Kratos unable to stand the pain cried out, and fell onto his knees, blood trickling from his arm, staining his purple outfit, black.

"A damned traitor! You foolish human what hell is wrong with you! Your fighting on the wrong side." The commander said wiping his sword clear of blood. Kratos still on the ground shook his head.

"No, I'm not." Kratos said staggering to his feet, he clutched his bleeding arm.

"Kratos! Please don't move! You're…you're bleeding, a lot." Mithos said a look of horror on his face. The humans laughed. Kratos winced.

"I'm..I'm fine." He said dragging his long sword out of his sheath. Suddenly a barrage of arrows from both East and West rained down upon the unsuspecting humans. They cried out in shock and pain as some arrows hit their mark.

"Damn it! Perry, get move the men back NOW!" (A/N yes, I know. General Matthew Perry, he's from history too. I just couldn't help myself!)

"Yes sir! Men fall back, now!" the general yelled. The humans regaining their composure moved back. A laugh from a turquoise haired half-elf made both the commander and general look to the east.

"Forcystus!" Yuan cried out, seeing that the humans were now completely surrounded. Forcystus walked up to Yuan.

"I told you I'd make it. Right on time too." He said smiling. The humans angered by being made fools of charged. The Swords clanged, and spells were being cast by Mithos.

"Die you half elf!" Perry yelled, his sword coming down on the unsuspecting Forcystus. Forcystus, who at the time was fighting another human solider, looked up his eyes wide.

"Forcytus!" Mithos yelled, but was too late hit had hit its mark, well almost. Forcytus cried out in pain as he covered his now bleeding eye. He growled in anger and slashed at the human general who parried his blow. The human just laughed, as another hit sent the half elf sliding on the blood soaked grass. Forcytus regained his footing and looked for an opening in his opponent's defense. Damn it, my vision, it's so blurred…my eye it hurts, so much. He ran toward the general again, who side stepped him, and slashed Forcystus in the back.

"Ha, ha ha not very good at fighting are you, now?" the general said in a mocking voice. (A/N aww he's a meanie isn't he, bad human general, making fun of poor Forcytus like that! XD)

A few feet away Yuan was fighting the Commander.

"Don't think…you'll win so easily…half elf." The commander said his sword and Yuan's sword interlocked in a battle of endurance. Yuan being pushed back growled in anger.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing…about you…. human." The human laughed and Yuan looked at him with confusion. The commander broke away from the half elf sending him off balance. He then slashed with his sword, cutting Yuan across the chest, Yuan gasped in disbelief as he fell on the ground. The human kicked Yuan's arm, and his sword flew out of his hand. Yuan turned to see where it went, but when he turned back to face the human he felt the cold steel tip of a sword.

"Not feeling very luck are you now, half elf?" the commander said in a mocking voice, he moved his sword closer to Yuan's neck. Yuan's hands clenched the blood stained grass, he looked up at the human hatred burning in his eyes.

"Heh, well now it's time for you to DIE!" The human cried out pulling his sword away and then striking Yuan, but that strike never made its mark. Yuan opened his eyes to find a black pointy haired elf holding back the human commanders sword.

"Bo-Botta?" Yuan asked puzzled.

"Lord Yuan! I'm glad you're alright." Botta responded, he forcefully pushed back the human general, who stared at him angrily.

"Damn elves! Why won't you just die?" The human commander cried out running toward Botta who was helping Yuan up.

"Botta! Behind you!"

"What?" Botta spun around and with his sword summoned a fire spell.

"Graah! Eruption!" a huge blast of molten rock, and flames shot up in front of the two elves, the humans around them were thrown far, some not getting back up. Kratos who was a few feet away, pulling out his sword from a now dead human, looked at the fiery spectacle.

:Ymir forest:

The silent wind blew through the forest; the suns rays had the leaves' shadows danceing about the forest floor. Everything was silent, too silent. Martel who now had her knees clutched to her chest looked back toward where the Great War was taking place. She sighed, as the wind blew her silky golden hair and made it dance, without restrictions, with out chains, bound to nothing. Visions of the Great Tree flashed before her eyes, the once lush green leaves, now ashen gray, and disintegrating as the fell from its withering branches. The once lush brown trunk was now white, and pale. Its roots were not gnarled and shriveled. It called to her.

"The tree…it's, it's, crying." Warm tears coated her cheeks; she stood up and took off Yuan's cape. She smiled as she looked down at the ring he gave to her. She remembered how scared he was asking her to marry him; it was funny, because in combat he was so fearless. But, when it came to them he wanted everything to be perfect. She held the ring close to her heart.

"I'm-I'm so sorry Yuan. I never meant for this to happen." She said folding the ring inside Yuan's cape, and then with a shaking hand she wiped away her tears, and walked toward the battlefield.

The battling continued, there were two men on top of a hill overlooking the battle.

"So. What's the current status Lucien?" a figure with a deep voice asked, his black cape billowing out behind him in the wind.

"Well, Lord Phanos…it seems that the humans are in quite a predicament. They never suspected another half elven force to show up." Lucien stated. Phanos laughed and his partner looked at him.

"Humans are so stupid, don't you think Lucien?" Lucien knowing what would happen if he disagreed, nodded. Phanos turned away from the battle, suddenly a bright light made him turn back around, and his eyes were wide

:Fields of Ymir::Battle grounds:

The entire field was a washed in a bight beaming light. All fighting stopped and the battle came to a halt. Mithos noticing something familiar about the light, widened his eyes. No, it cant…be. Once the light had receded a lone figure with light, almost white, blonde hair stood floating above the battlefield. She was holding a staff with a three floating green rings coming from its center, and two angel like wings, which were suspended in midair. Nobody moved, Kratos, turned around his eye brows rose.

"M-Ma- MARTEL!" a cry erupted from the battlefield, and the figure not knowing what to say smiled sadly, and raised both of her arms.