...Introducing my new story. It's from Tales of Symphonia, a Gamecube game and anime show. It's very good and I recommend learning the story before reading this, as I will not explain it. If you've played the game/saw the show you'll understand. This is on the storyline of it, but with an original character, Parker involved. If that's not usually your thing I think you should try this story, but if not, move on and no hate messages?

Almost Like A Love Story

A ToS Tale

All I ever wanted in life was adventure that's all. As soon as my wish was granted my world shattered. My precious, ordinary world. But as I am writing this I realize the best thing that has ever happened to me wouldn't have occurred if my adventure hadn't begun.

Entry 1-She May Seem Happy…

I was on my way to the shop one day in my little hometown of Iselia. I've never left and didn't plan to. I'd always stay in my safe bubble.

As I walked with my thoughts, a shot of light went flying through the sky. I stood by the exit of the quaint village, staring. Soon Raine came running out of the school nearby.

"What was that?" I asked, not tearing my eyes from the now clear sky.

All she muttered was 'chosen' as she ran out towards the temple. It was the Day of Prophecy so soon?

"Let's go!" called a confident voice I knew too well. Lloyd, Colette and Genis walked out, Lloyd leading as always.

"Raine won't be pleased," I asked, shaking my head at him slightly.

Lloyd's eyes grew large as he realized I had heard him.

"You-you wouldn't tell her though, right Parker?" he asked with a nervous stutter.

Lloyd's weakness was his attraction to trouble. Might as well let him learn.

"Course not," I said, winking at him. "I may be Raine's apprentice, but I'm not nearly as strict as her."

A grin crossed his face and he ran off with the others. 'I'm going to be in so much trouble…' I thought behind my wave and plastered on smile. I continued on once they were out of view to the shop and bought the required beef and cheese. I traded him the home grown cabbage before putting the items in my basket.

"See you again, Matt," I said with a smile to the shop owner and turned around toward home.

I opened the door quietly, but not quiet enough to not wake my sister. She blinked and stretched on her single mattress, yawning softly. I adored my sister so much for her confident stride and humbleness, despite our "situation." …But her blackish-blue hair and her blue eyes were the thing I loved most. When I walked with her to drop her off at school, my black hair and dull green eyes were so ordinary.

"Go ahead and sleep, dear," I said running my thumb across my baby sister's porcelain cheek. My own was sun-kissed. She smiled and curled into a tight ball once more.

Entry 2-…But It's Just A Mask She Wears

This next entry will be one of the hardest. It's taken me three days to gather the strength…

A sudden string of knocks at the door interrupted Amber's and my dinner. Her eyes darted to the door as a piece of cheese hung out of her mouth.

"Amber, make sure the whole sandwich is in your mouth before you take a bite. Its good manners." How hard I tried to be a good sister and mother.

I patted her head reassuringly as I stood. I opened the door slightly, but to see no one directly outside our door. I poked my head outside and saw our neighbor in front of his old house, watching it burn, horrified. But he didn't have much time to grieve as he was dragged off by the scruff of his collar. A desian!

A pain went from the pit of my stomach, which branched out, to my entire body. I thought on my feet and grabbed a blanket Amber loved.

"We're going for a walk, okay?" I said, leaning down to get ground level with her and wrap her up in her blanket.

She didn't ask any questions, thank God, which is unusual for a 3-year-old. I lifted her up in my arms and opened the back door. At that time I heard the crackling of flames. I walked quickly, tilting Amber's head toward my neck so she couldn't see our house, though I'm sure she heard the crash as it collapsed. I watched the same wind that ran wildly through my hair carry the fire to our flourishing garden.

"Hey you! Girl!" a rough tug twirled me around, facing a desian. "Let's go!"

He tugged on Amber, trying to take her.

"NOOOO!" she screamed, digging her small finger nails into my neck.

I backed away, my mind not registering what was happening. A desian grabbed my arms from behind even though they felt like jelly at this time. The first one managed to pry my sister's fingers from my neck. She thrashed her body, trying to escape. It's hard to believe, but I just stood there, my eyes watering slightly. I still remember her face-tear stricken, her arms reaching out for me.

"Cute kid" was the sly comment I heard from the desian behind me. I jerked around and slugged him as hard as I could in the stomach, only making him laugh.

"Its called armor, Hun," he said drumming on his belly. My hands ached suddenly, but the current tears only mixed with my old ones.

He pushed me forward, heading towards the Village Square. There I was placed beside many others watching something that had their attention.

"Parker!" came a cry so faint that I thought it was my imagination. I looked up towards the entrance to see Amber being carried off.

"AMBER!" I screamed as I ran towards her. Another desian pushed me back from the guarded circle I was being contained in.

"Cuff her!" a voice sounded and I felt cold metal on my wrists. I just stared down, hearing the sound of footsteps coming toward the circle of Iselia "prisoners."

"Emily?" I ignored the deep voice.

"Answer him girl!" A swift kick in the back made me cry out and sob. I looked up through my thick hair to some tall man I'd never seen in my 18 years of living.

"Don't kick her!" the man said and whacked him with his…machine gun. It was connected to his arm?

"My name's not Emily," I said calmly, running out of energy for anything.

"But…it has to be," he said, staring at me strangely.

"I'M NOT!" I yelled, wanting everyone to leave me alone.

A sudden groan escaped his lips, as some grotesque monster seemed to strangle him. I crawled away, clutching my aching stomach.

"Lord Forcystus!" the desians circled around him, trying to protect him.

"I'm-I'm fine," he stuttered. "Y-you, I will see again."