Alright, school's out and fanfictions from yours truly are and will be in…Enjoy!
Note: This is gonna sorta be like filler, XD!
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Chapter 2: Farewell Friend!
It was an empty, desolate, cold and silent as dead-feeling. Day and night were one and the same; there were nothing that gave view into the outside. Its true irony, how a planet surrounded by a life-giving force, contains such a soulless body; floating with un-wholly angels…Pitiful creatures they were, though, with no recollection of their past, and a dead goal to serve a pointless command. How sad it was to see the faces of the angels' lives, but what could one person do?
Though, it wasn't always like this, Derris-Kharlan…wasn't just a ball of mana in the air, it had land, and water…it was a living, breathing thing. That was until; all this beauty was recreated, to fulfill the needs of Mithos Yggdrasil. With the help of the Eternal Sword, they reshaped the lands. All that was once natural, were absorbed into the core, and leaving grotesque creatures to walk the surface…True, cities, such as Welgaia, and Vinheim were formed, however it was all for an empty cause. There was no life, just the weird and deformed result of a dead heart.
Echoes of his sword, accessories, and breath resonated; the only sounds that comforted the Seraphim, as he walked, remembering the many times he had, both 4000 years ago, and the present. How he first met Mithos, Martel and Yuan…training him for his dream, witnessing Yuan propose to Martel, and the laughs that they shared…and feeding Noishe. It was an un-forgetful journey, and it didn't stop there…it kept on going, even after his escape from Cruxis…his meeting with Anna, and her death, by his hands…Then, he remembered the many new friends he had met.
There may have been nothing where he stood, but it gave room to think and feel, something that he was unaccustomed to…gladness, thankfulness, sadness, in other words, touched…
"Lord Kratos!" a sound pierced the still air, alarming the unexpected ears of Kratos
He knew nothing and no one was there, and who could either talk, or talk in an expressive way. Though, the sound came again, as if with a yearning for help. And so, Kratos looked around, trying to figure out where the sound had come from, hoping to see what the problem was, and maybe help it, "What's wrong? Who are you? Where are you?" he released his wings, giving him a better view, as he flew up.
Surveying the city of Welgaia, he saw the machinery still functioning, but that was the only sign of any life, everything else was clean, and plain. In the open space that was Welgaia, it came again, this time; he had begun to worry about this situation.
"Lord Krato-o-os!"
Though the scream wasn't mechanical or programmed-like, it was more open, or should I say, human. But that was puzzling, if it was an angel, then how…but how could have a regular human, elf or hal-elf penetrated Derris-Kharlan. Or course, it wasn't hard, since the Tower was destroyed and what not, however it wasn't likely, and besides who would be roaming around and dangerous, desolate and isolated location such as that. There was just little and insignificant chance that someone would and could gain access to Welgaia.
The sound was a bit closer, for Kratos had begun to fly around. He was sure it had to be a girl, and sure enough…after inspecting Lower Welgaia, the entrance to Vinheim, he found the source.
"Lord Kratos!?" gasped a little helpless figure; somewhat reminding him of Kilia: the impostor-daughter of Governor-General Dorr. Of course, except without the monstrous appearance. "I knew it was you!" the sound of her voice was of hope and faith, "Now, we may fulfill our Lord's wish…" but the voice had faded, as the little girl-half-elf, no longer in angel form, started to writhe in pain.
Kratos immediately flew towards the girl with wonderment, hoping to figure out what was happening…but knew that, that wasn't the matter right now. He had to try to do something to aid the person; they had undergone enough pain, agony and suffering already. He motioned towards the little girl, who was at the moment in a seizure, but just when he had almost grabbed hold of the girl's shoulder, he jumped back.
The girl had come into a sudden halt in her movements and, every part of her body tensed. As if her body was being controlled by a marionette, she was upright and held by an invisible force. But soon enough, a flash of light came from her neck, and Kratos realized that it was her Cruxis Crystal. Shielding his eyes, while turning his back, he grabbed for his sword, expecting what was coming…for when the light ended, he slowly turned.
It was at that moment that a huge monster, similar to that of what Marble and Cecilia turned into. A grotesque figure stood, looming towards Kratos…this was when Kratos figured out that, that light gave time for the monster to have came right behind him, and without enough time to do anything to help protect him, the monster swung its arm back, aiming for a direct attack right at Kratos.
"Lightning Blade!" a triumphant and confident shout was heard from behind the creature, who at the moment was paralyzed in the pain.
"ARGH!!!!" the screech of the painful beast groaned, moaned, surrounding the halls of the city, slowly changing into its former voice, "For the… Guh-lor-…y of Loo-ooo-o-ord Ygguh…dru…asi-i-iii-iil!" the agonized breath ended with a scream, that led to the half-elve's total death.
Anticipating the location the beast's fall was going to lead up to, Kratos jumped back without hesitation. Clouds of dust slightly and temporarily arose from the thunderous thud of the monster's collapse. Darker shades of grey and black of a figure was seen, however it eventually showed its true colours.
It was a tense, intense, but all in a cautious-way of an atmosphere, as Kratos was in a ready-stance, placing his hand at the hilt of his sword.
Wielding his Twin-Sided-Blade, a smirk on his face, aquatic, smooth and pure of blue hair, the angelic-stature casually walked and halted to greet a change in mood.
"Yuan?!" exclaimed Kratos relaxed as both Companions welcomed a smile of friendship, but Kratos, with more of a perplexed attitude, that he kept to himself.
"…" Yuan was already used to Kratos's non-respondent way, so he had faced attention towards the situation that had just passed, "that was the last of them." he stated, rather both regretfully and informatively.
Focusing, meditating and digesting the information and past ones,, he nodded mentally, understanding the situation, "Well no matter, but tell me, will this happen to us? Or Zelos, or Colette?"
There was one thing that stood out in Kratos's mind, all those lives, lost for nothing…they've gained nothing by becoming an angel, and lost nothing by becoming a monster. It reminded him of how Anna had died by his hands, even though none of these half-elves had any close-relationship, if they were killed to save them for their own good, still…life is precious. There was no point in feeling anything while ending the lives of these creatures, for no matter what, they had to die, and that's the sorrowful thing.
"…I have no idea…" Yuan said disappointedly, "however, I had ordered my men to research on this, the last time I visited Derris-Kharlan."
"Alright." Kratos assured, walking briskly trying to gain sight and possession of a valuable and precious object, "The Exspheres…?" he began, while tipping the monster using his sword.
"Have been collected for research..." Yuan answered unsuspectingly on Kratos's part, "However you needn't worry, we haven't all of them, and after we're done, we'll destroy them…"
Yuan had perked and in a way, poked at Kratos's attention; he had remembered something, the only person he had every told of his plan was to his son, and it was doubtful that Lloyd had told Yuan, for if he had to tell him, he would have to have told everyone that was ever at least a close acquaintance to Kratos… And that would be very effort and time-consuming.
"It's quite obvious…there's nothing here, all the angels are dead, all there is, is for you to discard all the Exspheres." Yuan trailed off with a despair sort of tone, "But, I expected this, so you're not going!" he said as if commanding him.
"Are you going to leave the Renegades…your fiancé and companion for a life of emptiness?" Kratos asked jokingly, sarcastically, defensively and caringly, knowing what Yuan was planning.
Mirth mocked the question, it comforted the heart, it satisfied the good memories of the past, it ricocheted against the confines of Welgaia, and it only lasted for a short while, "…Heh…It was a long time, since you joked like that with me…and Mithos, and Martel…" he sighed, "I guess, she'll have to wait…and as for the Renegades, I'll have to leave you in charge huh?" he paused momentarily, "Ha! Joking, you probably won't want to anyway…Don't worry, I've left them in good hands, and besides…I'll be back…" he said confidently.
"Don't lie Yuan!" he stated straightforwardly, "...But if you must..." Kratos closed his eyes.
"…I don't have much back there…You have a son, friends…and besides he's shown up." He said all this, while reaching out to grab for Kratos's right hand, "I've customized the Rheaird for space-travel…"
Both hands were strong in bond, grasp, assurance and hope, sorrow, but care-free in friendship, and love.
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"…Farewell…my friend!"
And from the depths of space, a quiet, expressionless soul stood, dropping a tear, slowly…and softly…ending with a memorable and sparkling splash.
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Well, done! Hope it wasn't boring...and understandable.
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