All are Killed

Mr.Who2123: Wahoo! I have a weird title…oh well! I'm super happy and listening to Anberlin, the best band in the world. You probably haven't heard of it…Oh, well!

Kratos: You sure are optimistic…

Mr.Who2123: Of course! Now its time for the disclaimers! Luigi!

Luigi: I wanta somea pasta.

Mr.Who2123 pulls pasta out of her pocket

Mr.Who2123: Here, Italian dude!

Luigi eats it in one bite

Luigi: Thata wasa delicious!

Mr.Who2123: Hey, can't you shoot green fireballs!

Luigi: Surea can!

Luigi walks to a random flower and eats it. o.O Suddenly, he wears white and green

Luigi: Whatcha this!

Luigi shoots a fireball at Kratos who gets burned

Kratos: Insolent little…! (Pulls out Last Fencer)

Luigi: I gotta goa now!

Mr.Who2123: Wait, do disclaimers!

Luigi: Mr.Who2123a doesa nota owna Tales of Symphonia, but she doesa owna her O.C.s! (Luigi runs away in fear of Kratos)

Kratos: humph…we're starting…

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Kratos was riding his horse down a thin dirt trail, thinking of what the druid had told him. Ever since he talked to it, he felt alone, like no one was with him. Friends, betrayal, and death…They move in a circle. I have a friend, they betray, I...kill them, or they die. Then I get another…I hope that isn't the case. His thoughts raced. Friends…I guess I'll make a friend. Betrayal…that person will betray me…and eventually…die, explaining the last…I hope not. I want no more death. Kratos continued towards Meltokio.

It took Kratos three days to make it to Meltokio. He could have made it sooner, but he was still sick, and was dizzy and half-conscious most of the time. When Kratos saw the high towers of Meltokio, he sighed with relief. He was almost there, and he could tell Garro of what the druids told him. As he passed by, he smelt smoke. Was a house on fire? Instantly, he saw smoke rise where Garro's house should be.

"No!" Kratos yelled as he jumped off his horse, and ran towards the smoke. Crowds of people surrounded the shambles of where Garro's house used to be.

"What happened?" he asked frantically as he pushed himself to the front of the crowd. Garro was on the floor in the middle of the ruins, his own sword stabbed into his heart. Blood was streaked across the whole house, and Kratos was in disgust. He felt like crying, but no tears had come down his cheeks, he had made a promise at Arciona.

Kratos was sobbing into his arms when he saw what the druids did to his home. His eyes were blood red, and he felt weak. Then his horse walked up to him, and his muzzles stroked against Kratos' cheek. Kratos smiled and hugged the horse, despite his age.

"I'll make a promise," he started saying to himself. "I won't be weak, and will protect people I hold dear." Kratos grabbed his horse's reigns, and walked towards the temple.

Kratos stared at his former master, his heart torn apart. Suddenly, a voice called out from the side.

"Hey, look! It's a kid!" a man yelled, pointing to a pile of wood, and an arm sticking out.

"Is he alive?" another person asked, running over to where the child is. Kratos ran over to the pile and threw off the wood along with a few men who wanted to help. There was a boy with blonde hair that fell over his face. Blood and dirt covered his clothes, and a large wound ran down his chest. Kratos bent his head to his chest to hear his heart. At first there was nothing, but when he thought the boy was dead, Kratos could hear the small thumping of a heart, slow and feeble.

"He's alive!" Kratos yelled as he threw his head back up. "Get a doctor, hurry!" A woman ran off to find the local doctor. Kratos picked up the boy and laid him down on the grass to ease him of the wood and stones that were under him. Kratos stood up and backed away from the near dead boy, waiting for the doctor to hurry up.

The woman came back minutes later with an old man, who was carrying a bag.

"Out of the way! Out of the way!" he yelled as he approached the boy. Instantly, he knelt down and pulled out some herbs and medicines to operate on the boy with. First, he cleaned the wounds that covered the boy, and then wrapped them up gingerly. He placed the herbs in a small cup and added a cream. He mixed them up and placed the paste on the deep cut down the boy's stomach.

When he was finished, he stood up and backed away next to Kratos.

"Do you know this boy?" he asked, noticing the great concern in Kratos' eyes.

"No, but he was the student of Garro, and I was visiting him," he replied. Who did this? His mind raced. Kratos tried asking everyone what happened, but they would all say it just started by itself, and whoever started it was good at sneaking around.

Kratos began to wonder if it was the druids again. Were they the ones that did this? But, the blue one said they were neutral, and they couldn't have sensed a threat from him. Then his mind went back to his village. Did they destroy his village, too? Or was it something else? He completely forgot to ask the druid if he had destroyed the village.

"Hey. Hey! Are you alright?" the doctor asked, looking at Kratos with concern. "You looked really pale right there. Are you alright?" Kratos nodded, and pushed some of his auburn hair out of the way. Why does everyone I know get killed? He thought as he sighed with deep grief.

"Just…thinking," Kratos replied, and then turned towards the inn. "Tell me when he wakes up," said Kratos as he left.

At the inn, Kratos couldn't help but think about the boy. He was probably a student that nearly died with Garro, but he couldn't help but think that the boy had a strange aura around, like a burning fire surrounded him. It wasn't like the dark flames that were constantly on his hands, it was an aura of light and fire.

"I wonder if that kid is special," he muttered as he crawled into his bed and fell asleep.

Kratos was outside of Meltokio, he was freezing from the night air. He was scared for some reason, although he didn't know why. Slowly he walked through the alleys and streets of Meltokio when he heard a scream.

It was the scream of a man which curdled Kratos' blood. Instantly, Kratos drew his blade and went towards the scram. When Kratos finally saw the man, it was too late. He was on the floor, and had blood all around him. Who did this? He thought as he knelt down next to the man.

Suddenly, Kratos went rigid when he saw the murderer. It was too dark to see anything, but he could barely make out the outline of the man. He had white eyes that were cold, just like a druids, and he had a sword drawn.

Kratos could hear the blood drip from the blade of the man, while he stared at Kratos. The murderer lifted his sword, and was about to strike Kratos. He closed his eyes, and fear welled up in him. It was the end…

"No!" Kratos yelled as he shot up from the bed. He was covered in sweat, and was breathing hard. "Just a…dream," he muttered as he shakily got out of bed. Kratos walked to the door, but then felt warmth under his foot. He looked down, and saw his foot covered in blood, still warm as if it was just made.

"What the…!" he exclaimed as he cleaned it off. Quickly, Kratos got dressed and left the room. The blood on the floor made him scared out of his wits. How did it happen?

Kratos left the inn and headed towards Garro's house. There were still a few people there, talking or reporters scribbling down notes. He looked for the boy or the doctor, and when he had no avail, he looked for the doctor's house. It was a large building, with a crowd of people around it. The boy was definitely held here. Kratos managed to push himself through the crowd and see the doctor.

"How is he?" Kratos asked when he walked up to the old man.

"Oh, it's you," he replied as he shifted his glasses. "The young boy is fine, although he is still asleep." Kratos thought for a moment.

"Can I see him?" he asked. The doctor nodded, and Kratos quickly went inside. There were a few nurses bustling about, bringing medicine to the boy, and Kratos asked where the boy was. She pointed to a room on the second floor, and Kratos thanked her. He walked up the stairs and through the door as quietly as he could.

The boy was asleep, just as the doctor said, and there was a nurse watching him. She turned around and put a finger to her lips. Kratos nodded and crept over to the bed. Most of the wounds were gone, but the deep scar remained.

The boy's eyes suddenly opened, and he looked around the room, a small fear showing in his eyes. The maid squeaked, and ran out of the room.

"Where am I?" he asked, trying to get up. Kratos sat down on a chair besides the bed and folded his arms.

"Before I can answer that, what attacked Garro's house?" he asked, not looking at the boy. He put a hand to his chin for a moment.

"I don't really know. Can you tell me where I am and who you are now?" he replied.

"I'm Kratos, a friend of Garro. We found you unconscious in his house, and now you're at the doctor's house," he said, looking at the boy. He couldn't have been older than fourteen, but he had a strong look in his face.

"I'm Leon, and I am training under master Garro. Wait, where is Garro?" he asked quickly, looking at Kratos. Kratos looked away.

"He's dead. Whatever attacked his house was after Garro," he said quietly. A dreadful silence followed after that, and Leon looked down at his hands. Kratos noticed that Leon still had the strong aura around him, it wasn't visible, but he could feel it around him, and felt strong around him.

"Kratos, why is your hand dark?" he asked, staring at Kratos' right hand now. Kratos nearly fell over.

"You can see?" he asked, his voice loud. Leon nodded.

"Yeah, it's covered in flames. Why? Can't you see it?" Kratos stared at the boy.

"No one can see it but you and me," he replied, amazement still evident in his voice.

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Mr.Who2123: Alrighty! Cliffhanger! Wahoo!

Kratos: Well, this story is getting complicated, although I do know what the dream is about. It's when I…

Chuck Norris: Chuck Norris has come!

(Chuck round house kicks Luigi)

Kratos: What the heck?

Mr.Who2123: Good job, Chuck. Here's ten bucks.

Chuck Norris: Remember kids, if there's a bully at your school, just bite him, and he'll leave you alone!

(Chuck Norris disappears)

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