Woohoo chapter 13 bizatches:D I'm listening to Ocean Avenue...Oh yes, I must reply to my veiwers! Crimson the Hyper: Thanks for the lovely review! I'm glad you think it's amazing! Anddd LHL: Glad yer enjoying meh fan fic You all get cookies...:Gives them cookies: hehehe. Well, I'm gonna try to update kinda fequently, cause in 16 more days I got...um a trip to England for about 20 days so yeah...no updatage! WAHHH I'm gonna go cry now...haha I'm a moron... :D Oh, I think my mother just got home...I wonder what's for dinner...hmmm oh well! Omg this chapter has some Norish myth in it if yah wanted the heads up Pallas is the father of Kratos...yeah I know, it doesn't make sense, just think of Kratos's father being evil hahaha. And Um Krios...he's the father of Pallas, so there ya go kiddies..NOW REVIEW CHAPTER 13 OF BLUE SKIED SYMPHONY BIZATCHES! Free cookies if ya' do! Disclaim this stuff: I own no one! And um Yuan, Kratos, and crrrazyyyy I mean Yggdrasill own all. bwahahaha...I'm an idiot, chow!
"As the heavens look down upon us with their blue expansive sky, covering us, we wonder to ourselves why don't the gods help us in our times of trouble? Is it because they're having trouble of their own? For when the past meets the present in a fiery clash to survive, who will determine who wins? When all hope is lost, darkness shall consume a person's heart, rendering them…helpless. The darkness in our hearts can't be fought, for it is who we are, although people can change, but the past cannot change when they still have business with the present. Fate is but one word for this mess we've gotten ourselves into, and that fact that our sins have caught up to us. What will we do when the world is but a cloud of darkness? Who will seek the light in our hearts?"
Sheena Fujibayashi
The house of Pallas, the one home in which all who opposed the Kingdom of Tethe'alla during the Kharlan War, no matter what they were, were ultimately, eliminated. The house now, empty, after the years following the Great War, since the kingdom of Tethe'alla, now a separate world no longer needed its fighters. The kingdom of Slyvarant had used the warriors of the Aurion family. With both these families making up a huge part of the warriors in the War, they shared a mutual hatred for each other. For on one faithful day, the lord of the Pallas house had attacked the Aurion's rendering their lord, decapitated. The heir to the Aurion throne, a young boy of the name of Kratos, was sent to the kingdom of Slyvarant, to train in the war, and be safe from the evil accursed family of Pallas. Now it has been several years since that War, and the two worlds are now split, a chosen from Tethe'alla has been given to the ruling body, Cruxis.
"My Lord! Lord Pha…" a young blue haired boy didn't finish his sentence, his mouth moved, but his voice was cut off, the man turned and looked at him in a confused way, the young boy, was wearing a blue garb matching his hair, on it, it had yellow golden inlaid leaves on the cuffs of the shirt, the boy ran down the marble stoned hallway, his voice echoing off its giant pillars holding up the roof. The sun's light filtered in through giant panes of glass, depicting the two worlds at a peace, which seemed fitting for a pane of glass, since it was shattered, oh so easily. The hallway was richly decorated with pictures of the past, only a memory now, since well, the Pallas family had no more wealth to accumulate after the War. A man wearing a black cape with its purple stripes running down looked questioningly at his young, and only servant. The other servants not having a lord or lady to look after anymore, sought refugee outside the marble walls, in places where they would become most copiously consumed with wealth. The boy panted, both hands on his knees, as the man before him waited for him politely to catch his breath.
"A…a half-elf, sir, is here to speak with you." The boy said panting, looking up at his master with eager eyes, the man raised an eyebrow, and smiled a little. The boy looked in wonder, It's been song long since he's smiled especially after the devastating news of his father and mother's death during the war, I wonder why a half-elf is visiting him?
"Tell me…Lucius, what does this elf look like?" The Pallas family had been known for their brutality toward the half elven race, actually they were brutal to all races, but to the parents surprise their young heir took a liking to the half elves, calling them interesting and knowledgeable, that they weren't the cause of the war. But, that human nature and human greed was the cause. They eventually disowned him, sending him off to the now destroyed town of Luin, where he had gotten a hard working job, and freed his young servant from the servitude of a ungrateful fisherman.
"He…um, has a white apparel on, my lord. And long blonde hair, with crystal sky blue eyes. Do you wish for me to send him away?" The man sighed and shook his head back and forth. No.
"No, no, send him in right away, I have business with him, as it is." The man stated waving his hand casually behind him as he walked away, leaving the boy to go and retrieve the elf.
A knock, the man turned around and the door opened, a blonde haired half elf, which was in about his twenty stepped into the richly ornate room. The room had been the man's father's trophy room, where there were various maces, spears, and swords hung up against the wall, and a huge furnace in the center of two giant slabs of white crystal marble. There was a huge oak desk sitting right next to the large pane of glass, which was covered. The giant oak door opened soundlessly, and the man only looked up because of the knocking. He smiled as the half elf gently glided across the floor, not using his two feet to move him, but his wings. The man stood up, he was about the same height as the elf, and he then bent down on one knee, his right hand on the rugged floor, the other resting on his bent left knee.
"My liege, welcome." The man said almost emotionlessly. The blonde haired half elf looked down at him, and smiled, what a malicious smile it was, but not of contemptment, no, but of sheer pleasure.
"Stand up, son of Krios." The half elf spoke, his voice soft yet loud and commanding, the man stood up, and stared at the elf, his master.
"I see you haven't done much, since…" the elf stared at the golden key crest around the man's neck, it was shaped much, actually exactly like the half elf's standing before him, but there was no crystal within it.
"No, I have been waiting on you, Lord Mithos." The man responded bowing his head. Mithos laughed, and turned around his back to the man, the man looked up as a bright light emanated from the half elf's open palmed hand. Mithos turned around and now an orb, shaped like a diamond to fit perfectly into the open space of the key crest, lay within his hand. The man looked at his leader in surprise.
"I'm sure the effects of installing the key crest have worn off, am I correct?" Mithos asked pacing the grand room. A little bit of sunlight filtered through the half opened curtained window.
"Yes my Lord, they have."
"Good. This…crystal is yours now. You deserve it after training that horrible chosen boy." Mithos replied
"How is, Zelos by the way?" Mithos asked his back still to the man.
"The same, using the that same facade as always to hide his true feelings, that…mask." The man smiled.
"Well, he had to, since you abused him, every time he showed emotion." Mithos said amused. The man laughed, it was a cold heartless laugh, one with no resentment to anything done in the past.
"Well, we couldn't have him crying while he killed people, now could we?" the man spoke and Mithos turned to find the man staring at him mouth a gape, Mithos smiled. He couldn't believe the leader of Cruxis, giving him, a crystal. Mithos's hand extended, the crystal looked exactly like his own, the man's eyes looked back and forth at the two of them.
"My Lord…"
"Yes, I know. This used to be my own exsphere, when I was but a foolish child in the Kharlan War. Finding out about these crystals, I removed this one, and had a Cruxis one implanted, of course the Cruxis Crystal nullified all the effects of my removed exsphere, I then used a human host, in preparation to make this…your crystal." Mithos said taking a dagger out from his robes.
"Within this crystal, all my hatred, and distrust for humans lies. It is made of pure darkness, hatred, and contempt. With this you shall become…." Mithos's mouth moved but no words came out. Just like with Lucius…why though? The man looked at the half elf that was now close to him, a dagger poised at the ready. The man took in a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. He nodded. Ready. He gasped as the daggers pointed razor edge cut into his skin, blood poured down mixing into the red carpet below. The man opened his eyes and looked at the stone within his neck, he touched it, and it thrummed and glowed as the missing skin around it reformed its self, holding the crystal permanently in place. His world seemed darker all the sudden, no longer was the light from the noon sun bright, and unbearable, but it was…dimmed. Am I…going blind? The man thought to himself as he held up his hand. The man looked at the half elf who was staring at him with pure joyous malicious in his eyes.
"You are now one with me…my dear human friend." Mithos whispered, and smiled. The man touched the cold stone in his neck, it flashed and then his mind was flooded with darkness, he laughed and his eyes flashed a dangerous red hue.
"I feel…different, yet amazingly stronger." The man replied, his voice nearly inaudible. Mithos laughed as he walked away toward the window, he stood there gazing out into the world.
"Now that I have someone to take my place once I'm gone…"
"My liege, why do you say such things?" the man asked confusion in his voice, Mithos shrugged his shoulder, and sighed.
"I have a feeling, that Kratos is about to betray me…" The man looked up at the half-elven leader. His eyebrow arched.
"I know he is, it's in his voice, mind set, he can't take the fact that his once ignorant pupil is now ruling over him, and he as a human doesn't like what I've done with the human ranches."
"But, you don't mind do you?" Mithos turned his over his shoulder and looked at the human man, who only smiled evilly.
"He's hiding something from me…I know it. I can see it when I talk to him, and Yuan as well." Mithos said anger in his voice; he slammed his fist on the clear glass window shaking it.
"To think! My only companions…betraying me. Nothing is safe from this corrupt world." Mithos whispered, the man looked at him.
"That's why…I'll make my perfect world." Mithos whispered looking out into the green lush fields, the wind making the grass dance, the swaying dance of freedom, something half elfs don't have.
"Shall I go, and see if he really is hiding something, My Lord?" the man asked, Mithos shook his head back and forth, he beckoned the man over to him, and the man got up and walked toward the half-elf, the sun radiating on his golden blonde hair.
"No, it's not necessary, he'll return to me, no matter what, Kratos is a fool for guilt after all. How long has it been since your father killed his?" Mithos asked turning his head to his right to look at the man, who only shrugged.
"I do not know, my lord, I was but a child as well when it happened, if you have forgot I am the same age as Kratos." The man paused and smirked.
"Besides, the Aurion family was a bunch of fools, thinking they could stop the war peacefully, I detest people who are like that." The man said, his own words shocking him, the darkness in his mind bombarded him once again, and he clutched at his head. What…what is this, darkness, why am I… Mithos laughed, his shoulders shaking as he tilted his head back, his laughter echoing off the marble white walls. The man turned his head noticing the door opening. A young boy with blue hair poked his head out from behind the door. Mithos stopped laughing at looked at the child as well his blue eyes piercing into the boys very being, the boy backed away out from the half elfs sight.
"I have a job for you…to prove once and for all…you loyalty to me…kill him." Mithos whispered his voice cold, into the man's ear. The man's eyes lit up red for a moment and he walked toward the door, his young servant huddled behind it. The man took a long silver sword down from the wall, a sword, which countless lives would soon fall to. He pushed the door open.
"M-Master…I-I didn't mean to…" the boy stopped short, as the man raised the sword above his head. The blue haired child's eyes were filled with fear, his eyes widened as the blade came down.
Fear…it gives me power.
Hopelessness only strengthening me more.
Desolation…I sense it so profound in this…child.
The color of red…it's raining rain, just like a down pour, the color…my only comfort, this fear…so blatant in this child, and…the darkness…so pure…
The man's sword clanged to the ground as he stared down at the mangled body of his once loyal servant. Mithos floated over to him, and whispered.
"Now go…go to the great tree…and wait for me, you who are my…"
The man stood at the base of the tree, he looked up into its green lush leaves, he touched the bark the tips of his fingers tracing the pattern of the majestic tree. The ocean of green grass seemed all but gray to him the wind blew his long black hair about him, his two strands neatly going over his right eye as the wind stopped, he turned as bright light erupted from behind him. A women, no a half-elf, stood before him. Her features were pronounce, and god like, her hair was like the leaves of a weeping willow green, and flowing free in the wind, her eyes glowed bright green in the morning's light. The man looked at her, she held a pale staff with a golden tip at the bottom, and a ring with two floating wings stood at its top. He outfit was green as well she wore a green cape as well with black designs on it.
"Who are you, that you come to the Tree, alone." She spoke, her voice was melodious and beautiful in the man's ears, something about this women's voice gave him comfort. Tricked! Mithos…you have betrayed me…I was. No…I have no value to this women, I'm but darkness, to everyone…I don't belong here, I'm not…not real. The man glared at her and drew his sword. She took a step back, her eyes dark with anger.
"Dare you strike a goddess!" she cried out, pointing her staff at the man. He smirked.
"You're no goddess, and never will be! DIE MARTEL!" he ran forward sword behind him, he jumped into the air, his sword above his head, his eyes glowing a fiery red.
"Then be sealed foul creature and your dreadful soul split into two! For you shall not plague this world with your evil!" she spoke and then a bright light. NO! I WON'T DIE! I WILL NOT BE…! Then darkness.
:Derris Kharlan:Great Seed Chamber:
The man's red eyes flew open, as he looked up into the dark expanses of Derris Kharlan. The circling stones, which flew in a constant circle, spun their everlasting circuit. The man looked down at himself his wounds from the previous battle yesterday had completely healed. He looked down to find a snake curled around the golden throne of the once malicious leader of Cruxis. He was sitting in the throne, his left leg bent up and resting on the throne itself. His other leg was stretched out touching the floor. His right elbow was resting on the arm of the throne, his fist supporting his right cheek, and his left arm was neatly resting on the hilt of his long silver sword. He looked around, and spotted the red headed chosen, exactly where he had left him. Zelos's emotionless gaze was directed toward the huge black mass. The man smiled, a throbbing sensation in his neck, made him look down, the empty key crest, he rubbed it, and the throbbing dimmed a bit. He sighed. He hadn't had that dream in a long time, 4000 years ago was quite a long period, and yet, it remained fresh in his mind. He got up, and the snakes reptilian eyes, shot open, it let out a hiss.
"It's alright, Obsidian, I'm fine now. How about your wounds?" the man knelt down, just as he expected, nothing, the snakes wounds were gone as well. He sighed, and began pacing the empty seed chamber, his boots echoing out into the distance black space.
"You know where he is…don't you Yuan." The auburn haired angel whispered to his blue haired half-elven companion. They were both in Lord Yggdrasill's room. The room was large in comparison to any other room in the Derris Kharlan Palace; it was also just as dark. Two dark statues of angels stood at either side of the large golden doors, each door had a map like drawing of it, and written in angelic above each map it said, on the one to the left, Teth'alla, and the right, Slyvarant. The room's walls had bookshelves lining every part, and in the center was a black onyx desk, where various papers and such lay about it. A small window with purple light emanating from it was the only real source of light. The other lights, which were magitechnologically, made, produced a finer, but not as pure light, their power source resting on the lives of humans.
"Why do you care where he is…Kratos." Yuan whispered back, his eyes burning with anger, at his friends uncalled for anger.
"You know why I'm here, Yuan."
"What good will it do but get you killed! Damn it Kratos, don't you understand…he'll kill you if he finds out. And by you telling him that you're getting up and walking away, he'll surely know about…Anna!" the last part of Yuan's sentence was whispered. Kratos clenched his fists.
"I don't care! Don't you see, I don't care for this anymore, the past is the past, and by Mith-Yggdrasill, doing this to people for his sister, it's uncalled for, I won't allow it." Kratos said back his back to the black desk. A bright light appeared, dousing the entire room in its beams. The auburn man who's back was to it, knew what it was since Yuan knelt down onto one knee, Kratos turned and faced his once young pupil. He had aged himself so that the leader of Cruxis, wasn't a child but a young man. For who would follow a small child and his ideals?
"Lord Mithos!" Kratos spoke those words as if he and Yuan hadn't been talking behind their rulers back.
"I presume everything went well, My Lord." Yuan asked lifting his head up to look up at the grown blonde haired half elf. Mithos smiled his malicious smile.
"Yes…everything went, quite well." The leader of Cruxis stated, still smiling.
"You went to see that human, didn't you?" Kratos asked standing up now, a look of mixed shock and terror covered Yuan's face, as he witnessed the scene before him. Mithos scoffed.
"What do you care what I do? I'm no longer your little student, Kratos." Mithos retorted sneering at his teacher, his eyes a glow with hatred, and anger. Kratos turned away his sword hitting into his white pant leg.
"Maybe I should be asking you that question…Kratos." Kratos had a look of terror on his face, one if; at one glance Mithos would of surely found out. Kratos turned back his expression stoic, and unmoved by the true words, which escaped his leader's lips.
"Are you accusing me of something, My Lord?" Kratos asked as calmly as possible. Yuan got up and put his hand on the auburn haired humans shoulder.
"Kratos! What're you doing! You have no right…" Yuan whispered into the human's ear, Kratos spun around and faced Yuan his eyes filled with unimaginable anger.
"No right! Nothing has a right in this…this land of, of lifeless beings! Everything…no, everyone being controlled by this dictatorship! Tell me, Mithos, is this what you had planned for your supposed perfect world, because if it is I will not…"
"You will not what? Kratos, you won't what? You can't stop me…you fool! I created these worlds and I have just as much rights to change them or destroyed them! I own them!" Mithos cut the human off, glaring at him.
"You don't own human or half elven lives, Mithos! They aren't some item you can just put your ownership on! You don't understand the value of human life!" Kratos yelled back, balling his hands into fists, and staring at Mithos with his brown eyes.
"Oh, but how wrong you are, Kratos. Humans are but a tool for me, I see them having no other purpose." Kratos at this comment, stormed out of the room leaving Yuan and an angered Mithos in his wake.
"YOU IDIOT!" Mithos yelled out his voice changing from his older self to his younger self, making him sound like the child he still was. Yuan stood in the mild of the room, looking back at Kratos's figure as it descended down the lavishly decorated hall.
Pain…such a piercing throbbing pain…
Yuan's eyes shot open. He was in his room in the Slyvarant desian base. His arm was throbbing with pain; he winced and looked down at it. The battle from yesterday…he sighed, the blood around the wound was caked dry, and new blood was still pooling out, his sleeve was darkened with blood. He cursed himself in angelic, for not taking care of it yesterday, he got up and walked into the bathroom, he ran some water from the bases water storage system on the wound. He gasped at the pain, as it shot up all the way through his arm sort of numbing it.
"Damn it, Lloyd isn't back yet, what the hell is taking so long?" he sighed as he ripped a strip of bandage cloth from beneath the skin and wrapped it around his arm. The bandage immediately became red. He walked back into the room, a flashing light on his desk caught his attention, he ran over and pressed it, a screen fell down from the ceiling, it turned on and revealed Kratos, Raine, Regal, Presea, and Sheena's form in the picture. His eyebrow rose.
"Yuan…thank god, what happened are you, Lloyd, and the others alright?" Raine asked, her voice muffled as static passed through the connection. Yuan sighed and ran a hand through his blue bangs.
"Yes, yes, everything is alright, how about you? How did you figure out the machine? Where's Zelos?" everyone looked at each other, and Sheena's face became saddened, and she looked at the floor. Yuan looked at them seriously.
"Well? What happened?" he repeated. Raine cleared her throat.
"It's best if we wait till you and everyone get back. And you're talking about me here…I'm quite good with half-elven equipment" Yuan smirked.
"My bad." A loud banging noise made Yuan turn around.
"Is everything okay?" he heard Kratos ask. Yuan waved his hand dismissingly.
"I think Lloyd's back." The haired half elf stated, as he got ready to leave to the other world, yet again.
:Flanoir:Hospital Wing:
"Is that really what happened?" Lloyd asked his face filled with concern, as he looked at Sheena her face wet with fresh tears. Colette's hand was over her mouth and her eyes had a look of pure shock in them. Genis just looked at Lloyd then Sheena not knowing what to say to comfort the warrior from Mizuho.
"Ow! What're you doing!" a commotion from one of the bedrooms made them all look up.
"You're injured! I need to tend to your wound!" Raine's voice responded.
"I'm fine! Geez, do you do this to everyone when they're injured! I'm glad you skipped the doctor position" Yuan's voice responded, as he opened up the door and walked out he no longer wore his cape, and his red designed shirt was missing a left sleeve and arm guard, his upper shoulder had a white gauze over it. Raine followed him out, and she was holding his cape. Her face had a look of anger. Kratos walked through the other door just then, the one leading out into the freezing weather; he looked back and forth between them, bags in his hands. Yuan smiled at him.
"Fight any monsters while getting our food, oh brave Kratos?" Yuan said tauntingly.
"Shut up, Yuan." Kratos growled under his breath, as well as cursed in angelic.
"What the hell happened to you?" Kratos asked putting the bags on the table, and Presea helped Regal take out and begin to prepare their dinner.
"Well it seems our mysterious enemy went to pay us a long distant visit, and he brought a friend, which mind you, he was going to use a leverage to kill your son." Yuan said and Kratos looked at Lloyd his eyebrow rose. Lloyd sighed.
"He…he kidnapped Chocolat from Luin, and used her, or tried to use her as a hostage so that I wouldn't fight him." Raine gasped, and Sheena looked up in surprise.
"That's…horrible!" Raine said, clutching Yuan's cape with her hands. Yuan looked at her, then his cape.
"Um…you're wrinkling…my cape." Yuan said, and Raine looked at him with distaste.
"I'm glad you care about the important things!" she threw it in his face and stormed over to a seat.
"I…don't want anyone to get hurt! He's bringing innocent people into this! It's me he wants, so why does he go after my friends!" Lloyd cried out, and Colette rested a gloved hand on his shoulder.
"First Zelos…then Chocolat, what the hell does he want with me!" Lloyd said fervently, pacing the room, everyone now looked at him with concern. A loud crack, and black smoke filled the room, Kratos waved it away with his hand, or tried to. Everyone unsheathed their weapons, but the figure which stood before them, made them lower their weapons in surprise.
"A-Abyssion…" Genis whispered, as the smoke cleared and a holographic figure of the red spiked haired man, with the dark green outfit stood before the stunned group.
"We…we killed you didn't we!" Lloyd asked, his sword at the ready. Abyssion laughed.
"Of course you did, you fools, and now lower you weapons, you can't hurt me anyway I'm dead, remember?" Abyssion spoke to them his voice sounded distant. Everyone complied with the dead enemies request, they all stared, even Yuan.
"Who the hell is this?" he asked pointing to Abyssion.
"He's an enemy we fought, for the devil's arms." Regal responded his deep voice the only sound in the room.
"Why are you here, Abyssion? What could make you want to come back from the dead?" Kratos asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Abyssion gave a snort of laughter.
"I'm not back from the dead, I come bearing a message from the rulers of the underworld, though." Abyssion responded pacing the room,as his figure moved multiple others of himself moved behind him, in a constant string. Everyone waited for the demon to speak again.
"A great darkness is casting itself over Symphonia…a darkness even stronger than the rulers of the underworld…" Abyssion said, the room remained silent, and he continued.
"It was once inside the underworld, when the two worlds had just been made by the Eternal Sword, the goddess Martel came to us and told us to keep it within the underworld realm. But, sadly it grew too strong somehow, and when the Great Tree was revived it broke free."
"But…wait, that means that this thing is four thousand years old! It's our fault then…" Lloyd said, looking at Kratos who was staring at Abyssion intently.
"It's not our fault Lloyd." Kratos heard Colette say reassuringly.
"Tell me. Do you know the name of this figure?" Kratos asked his face serious, Abyssion turned toward the window, his eyes wide with surprise. Everyone looked at him questioningly.
"What's wrong?" Colette asked, Abyssion turned to them and began to disappear.
"You must stop him…no matter the cost…if you don't, the world will…the worlds will…" his voice got softer and softer until he disappeared completely in a cloud of black smoke.
"Wait! What'll happen! Come back!" Lloyd ran over to where Abyssion stood, and looked frantically around, Kratos turned to Yuan.
"Yuan…I have a feeling this thing is linked to us some how…" Kratos replied. Yuan looked at him, then the floor.
"What's wrong…you know something?" Yuan nodded, and began to open his mouth.
"This thing Kratos…it had a key crest on it…" Kratos's eyebrow rose. He let Yuan continue.
"The thing is…if this thing is four thousand years old…how is it alive, still?" Kratos looked at Yuan as if he was insane.
"What are talking about, Yuan?" Kratos whispered.
"This thing…is doesn't have a Cruxis Crystal…it's key crest…is empty…" Kratos backed away and looked at his companion, his only friend who is still alive from those four thousand years ago, with surprise. A loud explosion from outside made the windows shatter and Kratos heard the girl's scream, and Lloyd swear, as snow and ice mixed with shards of glass flew at them. Kratos ducked behind the up turned table, the food contents now scattered onto the floor, he looked up to find Yuan, his sword embedded into the ground, using it as a shield. Lloyd protected Colette, as they stood exposed to the onslaught of debris, she clung to him in fear. Raine held Genis as they both sat huddled beneath the blown out window, the professor had shards in her hair, and the glass cut Genis's arm and blood ran down his short-sleeved shirt. Regal and Presea had ducked down just in time behind the sink and counter top of the guest room. Sheena had used her cards to put up a Guardian Seal, her eye were troubled, as if she didn't want to find out what was waiting outside in the snowy city.
"Damn it, it's him isn't…' Lloyd cursed and Colette drew nearer, she looked into Lloyd's eyes, she saw hatred burning within them.
As the smoke cleared, a clearly defined figure of a caped man stood amongst burning wooden buildings, his snake coiled around him, he smiled and his eyes flashed a deep crimson red. His black hair flew out to the side of him as a eastern wind rushed past the town, his two bangs brushed against the right side of his face. He smiled a malicious smile.
"Yes…the hatred…the power. Come Lloyd, I'm waiting." The man whispered as he stepped out of the black smoke cloud and onto broken shards of glass, and wood, people laid dead in the once clean cobbled streets, the snake uncoiled and began to slither around the various remaining homes, the cries of men women and children could be heard, as they met their fait to the snakes jagged fangs. The man smiled evilly at the sounds, he continued to walk down the desolate street, his eyes skimming around the area for anything that looked like the swordsman. A child nearby huddled against his mother, who wasn't moving, the man saw and he smiled. How pitiful… He drew his long silver blade; its clean point glinted in the setting suns multi-colored atmosphere. He walked toward the child, who was sobbing.
"Mommy! Mommy get up! C'mon mom, please!" he heard the child's pitiful cries as he drew closer, his snake swirled around his feet it's head reaching its master, which was about six feet tall. The man stopped in front of the frighten child, and picked the young boy up by his collar.
"Tell me…have you seen a man…"
"Let him go you monster!" a young girl cried out from behind, the man smiled, and dropped the young child onto the snowy floor, he turned slowly around, to reveal eight figures standing around him, surround him on all sides of the street, each of them carried a weapon. He stared at them, with cold unfeeling eyes. Colette shivered as his eyes rested on her. He smiled.
"Well, if it isn't Lloyd and his little friends to the rescue…again." The man sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "Oh well, I guess I'll have to fight you all." The snake hissed dangerously.
"Where's Zelos, you bastard." Lloyd said through clenched teeth, he gripped his sword handles tighter, than before as his hands shook with rage, Kratos rested a hand on Lloyd's shoulder, and Lloyd looked at his father.
"Lloyd, concentrate. If you let your anger…"
"By all means, be angry! I find it rather boring when my opponents are trying to use what little intelligence they have." The man said mockingly, as he cut Kratos off mid-sentence, Kratos looked at the man with glaring eyes.
"You're the one with little intelligence, you freak! May the merciless embrace of frost take thee. Absol…" Before Genis could finish his spell a red haired swordsman appeared out of nowhere his sword pointed downward in what seemed like a light spear cannon move, as he collide with the hard cobbled surface of the Flanoirian city streets, it shattered from the impact of his blow, the ground beneath him and around the young warlock gave way up heaving itself in a rain of dirt, snow, ice, and dust. Everyone, meaning Yuan, Presea, Regal, and Lloyd jumped out of the way, as Genis fell to the ground with a cry of surprise.
"Genis!" Lloyd cried out, the smoke, and dust from the snow and cobble stone street, too thick for Lloyd to see.
"Ahh! Take this! Pancake Time! Stalagmite!" Genis's voice cried out, a hint of terror in the young mages voice, Lloyd saw the peaks from his friend's earth attack, and then he saw Genis run out of the dust and debris his hand holding his kendama over his face, as to shield himself from the particles of the attack. Lloyd ran over to his friend, whose arm was bloodied, Genis gripped the top of his arm with a wince.
"Genis! You're hurt! Professor!" Lloyd said panting and looking around Raine ran over to her brother she took his injured arm gingerly in her hand, and white light appeared from Raine's hand, and it engulfed the open bloody wound it closed itself and Genis's arm was completely healed.
"Thanks sis!" Genis said, and Raine looked at him admonishingly.
"Be more careful, Genis." She said as she turned toward the man, and Zelos, the dust cleared, everyone was now scattered on the destroyed city street. Beside the man stood their friend, Zelos, his eyes expressionless. Lloyd stared in horror, as did everyone else, besides Sheena, whose eyes were wet, and Kratos whose face was stern with distaste. Colette looked at Zelos who turned his head toward her, his eyes piercing into her. His eyes are so cold…why Zelos? She asked herself as the man's laughter echoed through the streets of the once peaceful city of Flanoir.
"Well…you did ask for Zelos…didn't you, Lloyd Irving?" the man's eyes flashed dangerously, as both he and Zelos took a step forward, everyone instinctively drew their weapons closer as to defend an upcoming attack.
"This…is going to be fun." The man said, his black midnight hair blowing in the Flanoirian wind, as the streets quieted, and the only sound was the crackling of burning firewood, from the once peaceful isolated town, of Flanoir.