A woman wanders into the woods of Isalea, where she is found by a young boy named Lloyd.
Amekoryuu: I've finally posted a story now. –Tosses confetti-
Lark: Finally! I thought you were never going to get this up.
Ame:: Ha-ha I thought that for a while too. So let's get this started if you would Lark?
Lark:: Amekoryuu does not own Tales of Symphonia, only her OCs and the plot.
Ame:: This is my first story on Fiction, I hope you enjoy.
The sky was pitch-black, not one star pierced though the gloom. My breath came in gasps; a burning sensation grew in my chest. With each shaky step forward, the ground churned like the stormy sea. The pain flared in my legs, almost bringing me to the ground. Everything was unfocused, so tired, I couldn't stop now. It would put everything I've done to waste. My body kept moving of its own accord; suddenly, the ground vanished from beneath me. Curling up into a ball I blocked my face, as I rolled down the cliff. Branches snapped from the impact of my body, and tumbled down the cliff with me. Then as quickly as it started it, mercifully, ended; I rolled to a stop into the bushes at the bottom of the cliff, hidden from view. The forest I was wandering in was filled with vibrant and old trees. One of which I was hidden under. That was the last thing I remember as the darkness, embraced me.
The sun rose over the tree tops of the forest, signaling the beginning of a new day. As the light trickled through the tree branches, the forest seemed to awaken with the creatures that claimed it as home. In a nearby cottage, a young brunette boy was also up. He yawned sleepily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walked out of the cottage to the dwarf who was working outside. The dwarf turned when the boy came over.
"So now yer' up." He said. The boy nodded. "Are ye' gonna help me today?"
"Yeah!" The boy perked up, a bit. This would be better, then having to go to school or go over the Dwarven vows again.
"Alright, now listen here. I need ye to go into the glade in the woods, and gather some willow lilies." He took a pendent out of his pocket, "This will keep the monsters away from ye, so don't loose it."
"Thanks Dad!" The boy said, while picking up his bag, as he headed off into the woods, heading for the glade hidden deep inside.
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The woman groaned softly, as she regained consciousness. Her body throbbed with the aches from her 'adventure' last night. She slowly pressed herself up into a sitting position. She slowed her breathing to keep from passing out. Her back was rested against the trunk of the tree; she had crashed into during the night. When the forest stopped spinning she sighed closing her eyes. I guess I lost them. She opened her eyes slower this time, letting them adjust to the light.
A branch snapped, sounding like thunder in the quite forest. The woman's eyes moved to the source of the sound. Her amber eyes locked with a pair of brown ones.
Time froze as neither blinked. Both held surprise in their expressions, mixed with a tinge of fear. The brown pair of eyes belonged to a young boy, at most seven years old. I wonder if he'll run? Dismissing the thought she broke the staring contest, closing her eyes with a painful sigh. Letting her body rest against the trunk again, the boy wasn't much of threat so she could rest a bit longer.
It wouldn't be to surprising if he ran as soon as I closed my eyes. If I were him I would have ran too. Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of soft footfalls. Half opening one eye she stared at the boy. He froze as soon as they made eye contact again. Either he's incredibly brave or remarkably foolish.
Now that he was out in the open she could see him better. He would come up to about her waist when standing. Spiky chestnut locks gave him another inch in height. The most notable feature was his shirt, a bright, no dazzling, vibrant red shirt. How did I not see him coming? He also was wearing a pair of baggy black pants tucked into a pair of brown boots.
"Um… are you okay?" He's voice waived in the middle, he trembled as he kept eye contact.
She was too tired to attempt talking but, she managed to shrug a reply.
He tilted his head in thought, not as afraid now, "Are you thirsty?" a nod. "Okay, wait here." He said before he vanished into the underbrush.
The woman couldn't help by smile slightly. I don't think I could move very far even if I wanted to right now. She thought wirily, her eyelids closed as she drifted off to sleep once again.
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The boy went back to where he had dropped his things. When he had headed out he had grabbed a water flask. "Ah ha!" Taking the flask he headed back to the glade. The strange woman was still there. She had fallen asleep again. Now that he wasn't surprised anymore, he slid down the small incline and walk right up to her.
She was resting against the trunk of one of the older trees. Her orange mane was tangled with twigs in them. He glanced at the cliff near the tree. Did she fall from there? The clothing she was wearing was completely shredded. That wasn't what made her strange though. She wasn't human, or elf, brownish orange fur covered every thing he could see. Her nails looked like talons, instead of feet he saw cat like paws. What is she?
When he reached her she opened her eyes again. Is it possible to sneak up on her? He held out the water flask; as she took it from him he noticed she was shaking slightly. Is she really okay? She brought the flask to her lips as she took a long drink. From the way she was gulping it down; she hadn't had a drink during the last few days. When she was done, he guessed that the flask would be empty.
"… Thanks..." She murmured, her voice sounding tired, as she handed the flask back.
The boy smiled as he took it back happy that she was felling a bit better. "You're…." His eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "You, you can talk!?"
The woman smiled, "Yes I can." She seemed amused, by his reaction. The boy blushed slightly. "Err… do you have a name?" He asked. He didn't want to keep referring to her as the woman.
"I go by Draon." She looked at him, her head tilted to the side, "And you?"
The boy smiled, "I'm Lloyd, Lloyd Irving"
Ame:: And that's chapter one.
Lark:: It would be wonderful, if you reviewed. -bows-
Ame:: I would love to hear any suggestions, on how to make this better.
Lark and Ame: Thank you very much!