Mr.Who2123: Yippee! Another Chapter for my story, oh and Dylan, if you're reading this…REVIEW! It's on the bottom!

Kratos: Who's Dylan?

Mr.Who2123: My friend who'd say he'd read this!

Kratos: Whatever, let's get on with this.

Mr.Who2123: Hmmmm…let's have Ray MK II from Custom Robo come!

Kratos: …

Ray MK II: Look, I'm 4 inches tall!

(Mr.Who2123 squishes Ray MK II on accident)

Kratos: You idiot, now we can't start the story!

Mr.Who2123: Oops! Well, anyways, Mr.Who2123 does not own Tales of Symphonia, but she does own her O.C.s so don't steal them!

Kratos: Whatever…

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Kratos was walking silently down the dirt road that led off of the path to Meltokio. He felt himself do it by himself, like he wasn't in control, but he didn't care. Kratos looked at his hand, visible, but he had a feeling that something was wrong.

"What am I going to do?" he whispered to himself, sighing and walking towards wherever his body took him. Suddenly, the images of his dreams popped in his head. The man who had killed the man, the monsters colliding on him, it tore him apart inside.

As if moving on its own accord, Kratos' hand shot to his sword hilt, desperately trying to pull it out. Kratos widened his eyes as he used his other hand to keep the sword sheathed.

"What's going on with me," he muttered as he exerted to keep this sword in the sheath. Finally, he grabbed his right hand, pulling it off of the hilt. Once again, it was in his control again, but what had happened?

"Hello is anyone there?" a voice called out to Kratos' right. A man in his middle ages was passing by timidly, his white robe that he had own had dirt marks all over it, but was moderately clean.

"Hey," Kratos said, and he turned around to see Kratos. His brown hair was unkempt; Kratos assumed he was lost. Suddenly, Kratos recognized the man from his dream.

A man lay there on the floor, blood all over him. His brown hair was now stained with blood, and his white robed stained. He was probably a priest. Kratos could barely make out the features of the murderer, but instantly knew he was a heartless person. The murderer lifted his blade up to Kratos. It was all over…

It all happened in a second. Kratos grabbed his sword, and sliced the man in half, blood streaming all over his sword. He stood over the dead body with his sword out, staring at his victim. The dream seemed to collide with reality as he looked at the body, his heart racing with confusion and fear. Kratos gasped at himself as he just killed the man from his dream. Blood covered the lifeless body and Kratos, sickening him. I'm…I'm the murderer! He exclaimed in his head as he ran away, just wanting to get to Leon. Tears burned in his eyes. He just killed an innocent person, with his own tainted hands.

Kratos approached Leon, his eyes glistened with tears. Leon was happily eating, and then noticed Kratos.

"Hey, Kratos! What were you doing?" he asked, taking a bite into his apple. Kratos wiped his eyes and sighed. He couldn't bring himself to tell the boy and just shook his head. When he did talk, it was so shaky, he was sure Leon would know he was troubled.

"I'm…I'm…fine, Leon," he said, closing his eyes. Leon looked at him for a moment, narrowing his eyes at Kratos' troubled face.

"Are you sure?" Leon asked cautiously. Kratos nodded solemnly and grabbed his blanket. He laid down to sleep, but he couldn't. He listened as he heard Leon get up and then grab his blanket to sleep. Soon enough, he heard Leon's snores, and sat up.

Kratos didn't want to sleep, the pain of the nightmares would surely return. Silently, he waited for sunrise to come…

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"Kratos, you look tired!" Leon exclaimed in an extra cheery voice. Kratos grunted and looked at his hand. It had burns all over it due to the flames. He had tried numerous times to heal them, but there was no avail, like they were etched deep into his bones.

The two were almost to Meltokio, and they could see the gates of the large city.

"We'll buy supplies, and then stay for a night," Kratos said, and walked past the gate with Leon right behind him. Ever since last night, Leon had tried to cheer up Kratos, but ever since he came back, he had been more solemn and silent than anyone else he had ever seen.

Kratos dropped a bag of Gald onto Leon's hand and then left to buy supplies. Leon watched Kratos leave, oddly stiff, and a slight scowl was on his face. He's hiding something. I'll get it out of him if it's the last thing I do, he thought and stomped towards the inn.

Kratos walked by all the merchants, looking for certain wares to buy. Rarely, he stopped and bought something, and then continued along the line of independent merchants. I'm a killer, Leon has my blood, and an innocent victim is killed…all because of me, his thought, and stopped to look at some special healing gels. His eyes were burdened with sadness and tiredness, making him look dead.

Leon was at the inn and dropped all the money onto the desk counter.

"One room with two beds, please," he said, giving a small smile. Hunter, the inn manager gave a smile back and handed over a key to a room.

"Here you go, lad!" he said as the boy raced up the stairs. About an hour later, Kratos opened the door with a bag of supplies.

"Hey, Kratos!" Leon greeted and jumped off the bed. Kratos gave a small smile back and began to sort the items he got. Leon watched as he sorted the gels, bottles, and camping necessities. When he was done and finished packing, he sat on his bed with his eyes closed. Leon frowned at him for a moment, and then spoke up.

"Okay, why are you so sad?" he asked, his mind buzzing with confusion and fury. Kratos gazed at Leon briefly, and Leon felt the sorrow in his eyes before Kratos looked away.

"I'll tell you later. I…just can't reveal it now," he moaned back. Leon scowled even more at the reply and sighed.

"C'mon, Kratos! You can tell me!" he urged, pleading with the troubled shadow. Kratos shot a look at Leon that shut him up immediately.

"Good night," he said, and fell asleep out of pure drowsiness.

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Mr.Who2123: Sorry, once again, very short, but that wraps it up nicely. Anyways, I bet you guys are all freaked out! Mwahahahaha! Anyways, I wrote out all the next main events, and I'll complete this story at like Chapter 25…I know, it's very sad. Anyways, review, review, and REVIEW.

Kratos: Shut up. Sheesh

Ray MK II: Look, I can shoot lasers! (Shoots a beam that's like an inch wide. It tickles Mr.Who2123's ankle.)

Mr.Who2123: That tickled!

Ray MK II: Oops, I put it on the weakest mode! (Turns a lever on his arm) Watch! (Shoot's a laser that's like three feet wide, and knocks out Mr.Who2123)

Kratos: Holy Crap!

Ray MK II: Review!