YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!!
Chapter Two! I'm so excited. I'm getting a lot of typing done today.
Zelos: Hey there, bud.
Me: Bud? But... I'm a girl! You only ever call Lloyd that! I want to be called a hunny or a beauty too!
Zelos: Hmm? Well, if that's what you want, my cool beauty. So long as I look good in this story of yours.
Me: I don't have to do anything then! You always look good, Zelos! You come by it naturally!
Sheena: Sure, feed this moron's ego EVEN MORE! Grr!!
Zelos: Relax! I like this girl better now! She knows greatness when she finds it! Hahaha!
Me: In your face Sheena!
Disclaimer: I don't own ToS or any characters... in fact, I own almost nothing. I'm pretty poor. I'm going to try and save up enough cash to buy a Zelos figurine though!
Chapter Two: Sent By Cruxis
Sighing, Tor crawled under the covers of her bed. She grabbed the book about the Kharlan War off of her nightstand and opened it up to one of the few pages with pictures. There was a blonde haired boy, a blue haired boy, a red haired man, and a green haired girl standing in front of a giant tree in the picture. It looked like it was a copy of a very old painting.
"Based on what the book says, the blond must be the Hero Mithos." Tor said to herself. "So, the girl HAS to be Martel, the one who Mithos was trying to bring back... his sister who later became a goddess after both siblings had truly died... Then the blue haired one must be Yuan, and the man with the red hair must be Kratos... HE wrote the book... Hmm..." Sighing, she decided it was best for her to go to bed soon... but she had to read some of it... she had already finished the book at school, but she felt compelled to read more.
"I know, I'll read the part about the rejoining of Sylvarant and Tethe'alla again. That was really dramatic and truly fascinating!" Tor said grinning. She flipped through the pages looking for the picture of the Chosen's group that stopped the worlds' issue of vying for mana. That was where the story of the rejoining of the worlds began.
She found the picture. There was a young blond girl at the center. She was the Chosen of Sylvarant. Next to her, holding her hand was a boy with short brown hair. He was the boy who took control of Mithos Yggdrasill's sword. There were two small children on the swordsman's right. The one with silvery hair was a half elf who was incredibly intelligent. The one with pink hair was an axe wielder who had a problem with an exsphere, causing her to keep the form of a child... even though she was much older. There was a man in handcuffs who had blue hair. He was a president of a corporation, but was at one point in his life forced to murder his lover. There was a woman with silvery hair. She was the boy's sister. She too, was a half elf... but she was a teacher, and seemed to be obsessed with learning more and studying the unknown. There was also a woman with black hair. She was a ninja and a summoner. She formed pacts with the summon spirits so that they could use that power to save the two worlds. Then there was a boy with long red hair. He had a smirk on his face, and his hand seemed to be inching towards the ninja woman. That boy was the Chosen of Tethe'alla.
"They look like a pretty motley crew... but I guess you can't REALLY choose who is going to help save the world... it all depends on who the most capable people are..." Tor sighed. She sat back in her bed and reread the part of the story about joining Sylvarant and Tethe'alla.
She woke up the next morning... Saturday. The best day of the week in my opinion!
She opened her eyes to find that she fell asleep with the book on her face. She had just gotten through the part when the swordsman Lloyd had to name the tree that was formerly known as the Giant Kharlan Tree. It turns out that it came to be called Yggdrasill. She later read about the magical injections that the Chosen of Tethe'alla had in order to wield magic swords. It turns out that people from the University town of Sybak were later able to use magical injections to slow down people's metabolisms so that their bodies wouldn't age, as half elves/ angels had done. It looked to be risky later on, so it was banned... at least that's what it said in the book. It also said that the original Chosen group was given a special exception to the ban, and they were given magical injections, should the world fall into peril again... should they be needed. The Chosen's group became the new Cruxis... but it wasn't evil.
It was truly an amazing tale. Sighing for the umpteenth time, she got up to go have some breakfast. She wandered into the kitchen. They had baked cookies the night before and so, she grabbed a few cookies from the jar and poured herself some milk.
"I hope I can do the project on that book," she sighed. Just then, her little brother Otto walked in.
"What are you talking about? What project? Which book?" he asked.
"None of your beeswax!" she grumbled, shoving a cookie into her mouth. She took a swig of milk and swallowed. Okay, this Saturday wasn't looking to be the best weekend, but... okay, yeah... it bit so far.
She finished off a few more cookies and left the kitchen. She went back to her room and tossed her pajamas on the floor. She threw on some clothes and went out to the back yard. It was a pretty nice day out... but it was way too bright. She just winced as she walked over to the old wooden swing set. She cursed that the sun could be so bright, SO early in the morning. Sitting on a swing, she kicked off her shoes and started swinging.
"That would be so amazing if the stories were true. It would be the greatest thing ever to see that tree, Yggdrasill. What if it was true? What if there was mana? What would things be like?" She whispered into the wind that blew past her face. She continued to swing.
"Well, I'd imagine that seeing as it IS true, it would be exactly as it is now... but I could be wrong... that tends to happen." came a voice.
"What!?! Who said that?" She gasped, falling off the swing. Standing up, she began to look around. "Who are you and what are you doing on my property!?!"
"I am the leader of the organization known as Cruxis," came the voice. You could tell by the way that the voice said it, it was having fun. You could also tell that the voice came from a guy.
"Cruxis? No one knows about Cruxis... unless they read that book. Are you really from the Chosen's group? If you're the leader of the new Cruxis... then you must be either Collette or Lloyd... seeing as you sound like a guy you must be Lloyd." she deduced.
"WOW! You're really smart! Maybe you're smarter than Professor Sage!" the voice gasped. Then, the unexpected happened. The owner of the voice made himself visible. An angel descended from the clouds. He looked just like the swordsman in red from the book... only he had gorgeous wings that shone like gossamer.
"You really ARE Lloyd. Wow! This is SOOOOOOOO cool!" she exclaimed. "Those wings are AWESOME! It must be so much fun to fly!"
"I know! It's the best!" he exclaimed. "Oh, um... anyway, I have to be serious. You, Tor, are a direct descendent of the two greatest powers of Cruxis." he began.
"You and Collette, right?" she asked, looking up at him. "So, you're like my super long and unbelievable amount of greats grandpa?" she asked.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Um, anyway... You are about to be granted the power of the angels, for there is an important matter concerning the world that we need your help with." he said.
"Wait, so does that mean I get wings?" she asked. "Because if I got wings, you wouldn't have to tell me anything else. I'd totally do whatever you guys need me to do, JUST for the wings."
"I know what you mean. Wings are SO cool!" he exclaimed. "Oh, and yes. You will get wings. And the power of the angels. You can use special techniques like Angel Feathers and Judgement. It's really cool. Anyway, the giant tree, Yggdrasill, is watched over by the Goddess Martel. It is now the duty of an angel and the two Chosens of Mana to go on a pilgrimmage proving their abilities to the Goddess. They are then to meet her at the center of the world at the tree. They are to lend her their power so that the tree can continue to live. They have to prove that people still deserve to live on this earth. They have to prove their will to live AND that they care for others." Lloyd explained. Taking a breath, he continued, " You are the angel who is to make the pilgrimmage with the two chosens. You are to guide them through the journey. You must protect them from harm of all sorts. You are their guardian. Think you can do it?"
"Well, first I'd like to say... I did not think you had the capacity to give me such a speech. The book kind of said that you were not the brightest candelabra in the store." Tor replied.
"Thanks," he said, "Collette wrote it down for me!"
"I see. The book was right. Anyway, I suppose I cannot deny the world my services, so... Yes, I'll take care of this." Tor decided.
" Great! Then, in that case... I bestow upon you the power of the angels!" he shouted. In an instant, Tor had sprouted wings and suddenly knew all about how one is to cast Judgement from the heavens. Also... she had on a totally different outfit now. She went from a red tank top and cut off shorts to an outfit much resembling those worn by Mithos and Kratos, long ago(the weird white ones).
"Cool!" she smirked. Suddenly, the back door opened and out came the family, into the yard.
"What's going on!?!" her mother cried. "Are you really an angel now?" she asked.
"Officially, yes." Lloyd said.
And so the story was relayed to the family.
"Anyway, from what I know about you, I think you'd be into using swords. Am I right?" Lloyd asked.
"Totally. What about it, though?" Tor asked.
"In honor of the beginning of this new journey to regenerate the world and maintain the tree, I want to give you your starting weapons," Lloyd said. He pulled out some wooden swords. "I began my journey with Collette using these wooden swords. I want you to use them too."
"Um, okay. Whatever you say Gramps." she said, taking the swords. "So, I'm going to use these to fight monsters? Interesting. Well, whatever. I'm still pretty excited!" she exclaimed.
"We'll see how long that enthusiasm lasts," Otto grumbled. "You get bored so easily."