A/N Hey guys! Welcome to my second ToS fic, I decided to start my next one as I'm writing 'Evolution' (don't worry, I'll still finish it!)
Basically, I am going to attempt to tell the whole story. By the whole story I mean from Kharlan War to the end of the game (perhaps into Dawn of the New World territory if the game ever comes out in Europe).
Quite a feat if I can manage it, but I didn't think I could tell the whole story as continuous prose, so I figured I would do it in broken chapters depicting the defining and not-so-important moments. So don't be surprised if there is a big leap between some chapters in timeline. They will be a variety of lengths and styles, so if you have any ideas just let me know!!
On with the show, wish me luck!
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia, that right belongs to Namco. I just enjoy writing the characters, enough excuse to bring the second game out in the Third World of Gaming yet, Namco??
"Where are you going?"
Kratos Aurion froze. A lurching feeling in his stomach startled him as he realised he had been followed out of the window. A cool breeze directed an unruly spike in his short hair across his eyes, causing the boy to shake his head and be rid of it. His lurching stomach settled as he realised who the owner of the voice was. Luckily for Kratos, it had not been one of the scholars who had followed him.
"Kratos, you are going to get into a lot of trouble."
"Heh…" Kratos turned round to face the voice and folded his arms. Emerging from the bushes beside the stone wall was a young boy whom Kratos had spent much of his childhood with. Miles was of the Lowthian family line, the certain heir to a famous weapons crafter who served the King of Tethe'alla. He was a small-framed boy and looked younger than Kratos, despite them both being 11 years old. He dusted himself down as he emerged from the green overgrowth and adjusted his frilly collar-scarf - his cravat - that his father's subordinates always seemed to make him wear.
"What's the matter, Miles?" Kratos asked, mockingly, " I'm just going to the village for a walk, I'm not causing any harm."
"You are a liar, Kratos!" Miles squeaked, a small ounce of fear noticeable in his voice, "You are going to see that slum boy Larry, aren't you? You will go and play with his wooden swords in the trees. Do you know how much trouble me and you will be in if we don't go back to ancient history?!"
"Chill, Miles, you don't have to come" Kratos waved his hand and began to turn away, "Just tell the old coot that I'm ill or have run away or something. Me and Larry are going to see what is in the dark cave by the lake. Larry says there are dangerous monsters which we can test out sword skills on."
Miles pouted at the figure of his childhood friend, vision obscured slightly by his chestnut hair.
"Kratos, wait!" Miles stalked after Kratos, who was striding towards the dirt path leading out of the stone building's estate.
The two boys were educated at the Aurion family household, Kratos's father being a long-serving historian and scholar for the King. As his job entailed, Kratos's father was away for much of the time, leaving his 11 year old son with an army of servants to care for him in light of his mother being killed by a small group of rebel fighters when he was 3. Kratos had been cause for much trouble for his father, a notable figure in the aristocratic circles of Meltokio, as the boy seemed incapable of listening to instructions and following what his father would consider a 'healthy, ordered enrichment programme of education'. In fact, Kratos's father had forebade the boy from ever partaking in activities involving weaponry, partially because of a knee-jerk reaction to the death of his wife, and because he felt a scholar's life was best suited for his son.
Needless to say, Kratos did not agree with his father.
"Kratos! I want to come!"
The taller boy stopped, allowing Miles to catch up to his side. Kratos smiled as his friend took a second to catch his breath, resting one hand on his wooden sword hidden beneath his luxurious blue velvet cloak.
"You sure you don't mind getting into trouble?" A twitch of a smile formed on the auburn-haired boy as his brunette counterpart glared at him through his fringe.
"I'll just say you dragged me with you," came the retortion, "and these monsters better be good, I haven't been practising for nothing."
"Kratos Aurion!! Miles Lowthian!! Get back here this instant!"
'Uh oh…they found us…" Miles's features fell as he watched the white-clad scholar emerge from the large, red wooden doors.
"Heh…" Kratos wiped his index finger underneath his nose before winking at Miles and bolting off towards the horizon, dragging his best friend behind him.
A/N Nice short one to start with, dealing with Kratos's childhood is a good place to start. Any ideas for forthcoming chapters, let me know! Please please please R&R!