Chapter 1: First Impressions
After the war, everything had changed for Kratos Aurion and his friends. Martel had left them, and it seemed that they had nowhere to go, nothing to do. No one spent any time around the others; the ties that bound the four friends had been severed.
Yuan spent much of his time alone. This was not unusual, however, as he had lost the only one he had ever loved. Mithos, it seemed, had gone insane with grief. Kratos hid his pain at losing one of his only friends.
Adjusting to the world without death and war was not easy for any of them. Though the Tree was thriving, it seemed to fluctuate occasionally. No one knew why.
"Could someone help me with this?" Mithos called, his voice echoing through the halls of Derris Kharlan. Almost as soon as the echoes faded, Kratos and Yuan walked through the door. "Help me move this thing, it's too heavy!"
"What are you doing with that, anyway?" Kratos asked, a little suspiciously.
"Um…nothing!" Mithos answered quickly.
"How many times have we told you not to play with that? It's not a toy!" Yuan took the sword away from Mithos and returned it to its stand.
"Yuan is right, Mithos. We have told you countless times; the Eternal Sword is not a plaything." Kratos narrowed his eyes at the young half-elf, and then turned his back.
"Don't play with it again." Mithos slumped his shoulders at Yuan's agreement. He hated it when they treated him like a kid. As soon as everyone had left, though, he attempted to lift the sword again. "Aaaaaahhhhh!" Crash! Boom! Bang!
"What in Martel's name is going on in here?" Kratos yelled as he ran back into the room, Yuan following close behind, and was immediately blinded by a white light that filled the entire room. The light faded a short while later, and the first words anyone spoke were, "I'm sooooooooo sorry!"
"Mithos! I'm going to kill you!" Kratos lunged at the blonde, but was held back by Yuan.
"Kratos…look…" Kratos followed Yuan's gaze out of one of the windows of Derris Kharlan.
"I don't see anything."
"The world…it's different."
"What?" Kratos ran to the window to get a closer look. "Mithos, what did you do?" he rounded on the blonde half-elf.
"I…I…I don't know!"
"Did you touch the sword at all?"
"Um…um…"
"Mithos, answer the question!" Yuan frowned and glared at Mithos.
"Um…yes…but I wasn't expecting it to fall on me!"
"You're too young and inexperienced to even be able to hold the Eternal Sword. Why were you trying to move it?" Kratos hissed.
"I…I…I'm sorry!" Mithos hung his head. "It was an accident! I swear!"
"All right! Let's first find out what you did to the world, and then we'll decide on an appropriate punishment." Yuan turned and walked to the window to stand next to Kratos. "What have you surmised?" he asked the human.
"It would appear that the sudden contact of the Eternal Sword and the floor of Derris Kharlan has caused enough of a shift to separate the world into two."
"Oh. What! There are two worlds, now?" Mithos cried. "Oh no! What have I done?"
"We shall have to rename the worlds." Yuan said.
"We'll let Mithos do it. It seems a fair punishment." Kratos glanced at Mithos out the corner of his eye.
"How is that fair?"
"He separated them, so he should have to give them each a name." Kratos reasoned.
"How about we call one Sylvarant…and the other can be Tethe'alla." Mithos said after a few moments of silence.
"Why?" Yuan asked. "Why those names?"
"Um…they're all I could come up with!" Mithos yelled and then ran out of the room.
"Sylvarant and Tethe'alla it is, then," Kratos said as he gazed out at the two worlds. "I hope Mithos doesn't do anything else to mess things up."
This was just my take on how I think the worlds got separated. I may be re-writing ToS history, but who cares, right? I'm not making any money off of this. You know by now where the button is. It just takes one kind review to make me update. I would like to thank Kratos Wilder for the very very kind review! I hope you like these next few chapters!