I hate churches, I hate churches, I hate churches, I hate churches.

I shifted uncomfortably in the back. I shouldn't be here. It just wasn't my place. Everyone has been staring at either me or the Chosen. (We had just returned from Sylph. It was a little unnerving actually. This time Yuan seemed...happy. Really happy. I guess he was just having a good day or something.) Stupid governor-general whoever he was. He refused to show the girl that stupid book unless she showed proof of being the chosen. Then, he said she had to walk around town with her wings out to…what was it again? Oh, of course, 'spread hope among the people' What a load of---

"Today I feel it appropriate to…re-tell a tale that seems to have been forgotten among the people in recent times. A story of a Hero."

I narrowed my eyes. He was not going to tell this story. He wasn't. I can't sit her and listen to this.

"A story of an Ancient war, and a story of Salvation!"

Dammit!

"And I wish to tell you of some that you may not already know, but first let me start from the very beginning."

The preacher scanned the small crowd and I could have sworn he gave me a slight nod. He seemed…familiar. Blond hair lying flat on his head and a hard expression…

" Once, there existed a giant tree, that was the source of Mana…"

I closed my eyes, playing the whole thing through my head. I didn't want to be here. It brought back too much. How long will it take me to get used to this? When will I be able to hear it all and still not feel pain? How will I forget everything? How in the hell did Yuan manage this? How could he sit here and listen some horribly altered tale about Martel? About Mithos? About me. About us?

"A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and a hero's life was sacrificed in order to takes its place."

He looked around again, just like anyone would do while talking to a large group of people.

"But how much do we actually know about this war? How much do we know about the people who stopped it?"

With this many people looked up, including the Chosen and I. The man had said 'people' not 'person' but people. This was not good. No one knew about the war, but me, Yuan, and Mithos. Not even the highest ranked Angels. No one knew. It must have been a mistake.

"Most of you think that the Kharlan War was a war of this world about races. Most of you, believe that a young lad named Mithos calmed the bloodthirsty warriors and saved everyone on his own . Most of you…believe in the Goddess Martel... But I'm here to tell you…"

No, no one can know this. How could he have obtained such information? How was this even possible?

I began to walk forward towards the alter. This man couldn't live with this information.

" that the war was, in fact, not what you think it was. I'm here to tell you that you have all been lied to."

The man turned to face me directly and I felt my eyes widen. What the hell!? It was Botta. I couldn't believe it.((A/N What did he do to his hair!?)) He should be dead. Even a half-elf couldn't live through what I did to that bastard. Even with the best healing techniques he had practically no chances of living. Whoever came for him last night…was more powerful than me.

"I'm here to tell you that the war was, in fact, not settled by a lone child. Yes, Mithos was among them, but there were three others…"

Still he did not take his eyes off me. I tried not to draw attention as I walked across the church. There was no way I could just kill him. Not with all these people here. I certainly couldn't kill everyone in the place. Then it occurred to me why Botta had not yet attacked the Chosen…

I quickened my stride.

"And one of them, my friends, is in this very room as I speak."

I quit the calm quite act and ran at Botta as everyone turned towards me. To my surprise he grinned and didn't move. Something was wrong, but I didn't know what. Just as I leaped at him he shot forward and grabbed the Chosen.

"Goodbye, Kratos."

And then he was gone…and so was the Chosen.

Cries pathetically I hate my writing, I hate my writing, I hate my writing.

I'm sorry! My friend suggested it and since I couldn't think of anything better (and I REALLY needed to add a chapter) I wrote it. I'm sorry! I am going somewhere with all of this, I promise, but...

And yes, I skipped the think with Sylph, I just couldn't do it. I couldn't. I'm sorry. I just didn't think anyone would really want to read about running through a temple again. I'm sorry! hides, frightened by the flames.

OH, and I can't stand this title either. Taking votes for a title change. please tell me in the review if you want me to change it. begs on knees I'll call it something else. Anything else. I'll call it JOY for all I care, just not this. (JOY is a scary song, so the word is haunted)