A/N: Whoa! A lot of reviewers!

Kei-Ten: Er, Thanks! I mean… Thanx! (Isn't that how you say it in slang?) :3

Uchiha Pendragon: Thank you! I'm happy you think it's funny! Yes, the pissing off of Kratos is fun. So is the pissing on Kratos… That was random.

Fire Halo: Cool! Thank you! I feel that way when I read stories like "Who's the Evilest of Them All" and it's so stupid it's funny. About the bad grammar- It's sorta to show in reality how a person thinks! I won a spelling bee once… You sound more sophisticated than most reviewers!

(dodges punches from Uchiha, who happens to be one of her good friends) Eep…

Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia or anything else, though I do own Amy… maybe I should get a patent:)

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Okay. If ignorance is bliss, I feel like being blissful.

"Coming where?"

I put on an innocent face and give puppy eyes.

"Ugh… On the journey of regeneration…"

"I knew that."

"Sure you did."

I bet his mind is swimming with rudeness and sarcasm… What an icky man.

At that moment, Lloyd and Genis run in.

And the Mayor was just doing his stuff… nice entrance, you two.

"So Raine and Kratos will accompany the chosen…" Lloyd frowned.

"I wanna come, too! I want to see Colette regenerate the world with my own eyes!" Kratos decides to give his I'm-a-serious-bastard look to both me and Lloyd. Currently, I'm pumping my fist as to egg him on. I quickly put down my hand.

Though he looks harmless in the game, he has a really, really scary glare.

"You'll only get in the way."

"No he won't, you're just an ass." I cross my arms and give my "knowing Lloyd" look. Wow. Urm… If glaring could kill, I'd be deeper than hell. Much deeper. Like, so deep I'd end up in China- or, in this case, Tethe'alla. I wonder- or… Never mind.

After leaving angrily, I see Colette run after Lloyd and Genis, only to trip. I sigh and lay my head on the table as Colette comes back in. I wonder if I snore… Maybe.

I ask a very random question.

"Hey, Raine, who was Ponce De Lion?" I brake the silence and blink.

"I… Don't know…" She trailed off. I shrugged. After yawning, the idiots (mayor and the Evil Brunel Grandma) finished droning, I stepped out, falling asleep on a couch on their front porch. Kratos rudely tipped over said couch, saying we were on our way to Lloyd's.

Genis and Colette met up with us on the way, as did Raine. I was grumbling and had a large red mark on my forehead where bastard stated above had whacked me when pushing a certain couch. After we reached that one bridge near Lloyd's house, I crouched over and watched odd little crimson fishes flipping their tails in the water.

"Oh, fishies, fishies!" Nice little fishies! Kratos rolls his eyes as one latches its teeth into my hand. I squeal, waving my hand around. I gave Kratos a face-full of tail fin! It falls off, leaving Kratos with a blotch of red on the cheek that I hit him.

Lloyd runs out of his house after a loud shouting match with everyone's favorite Dwarf.

"Huh? Oh, did you… Hear all that?" he asks us. We nod.

"Lloyd, will you… Meet me up on the porch?" Lloyd nods.

"Just a minute." He goes to talk to Raine and Genis, then Kratos, then me. I'm sitting in Noishe's corral, talking to the giant… dog… thing.

"Hey, Amy?"

I see him sit down next to me. I nod.

"Yeah?"

He sort of fumbles with his gloves. What is it, does he have a crush he wishes to tell me about? Or maybe, as the giver calls them, "stirrings" about Colette? Ooh-lah-no, wait. Never mind.

"Is it hard… to… Be a half elf?" He asks me. I feel my ears. Yep. Not long 'nuf to be elf ears, but not short enough to be human ears.

"Yeah, but all the people who hate us are just biased assholes." I grin at him, and he smiles. "Do you hate me?" I ask, putting on my sly look. He stumbles over his words. How cute… Men-peoples are so… submitting.

"No!" He says. I wanna have a dramatic exit before he leaves.

I point dramatically to the sky.

"IT'S A BIRD- IT'S A PLANE- IT'S- No, wait, it's a bird." I sit down. He chuckles.

"What's a plane?"

"A flying machine. Now shoo, woo your precious Colette!" I say with a Zelos-like smirk on my face. Lloyd grins back and nods, going up into the house. While the lovebirds are talking, I go over to Genis, looping my arms around his neck.

"Hey, Genis?" I whisper.

"Yeah?" He whispers. Ah, my good lil' boy. He's catching on.

"Lloyd won't hate us for being half-elves," I say.

"Y-you-" Yeah, he took it worse than I hoped. Crap.

"I won't tell anybody, hon." I smile, giving a motherly look instead of my sly one. He calms down. I go over to Kratos.

"Hey, Kratos…"

"Yes?" he glares.

"Do you know who Ponce De Lion is?" I ask. He shakes his hand.

I stand dramatically on a rock, pretending to be an explorer, sword-resembling boomerang in hand.

"Ponce De Lion was an explorer, searching the new lands for the Fountain of Youth!" I slip off the rock, falling backwards.

"I'm sure he didn't fall quite as often as you," chuckles Kratos, as I land on my head on the hard stone floor.

"…Bastard…" Luckily for him, I gotta withdraw my weapon 'cause we're leavin'.

We wave to Lloyd and head off. I head for Colette's house, where I sleep on their very comfortable outside sofa.

Kratos is using one of their guest beds, and I think Frank and Evil-Gaudy-Grandma go into a back room. See, now everything is actually like a house, not like just an avatar place- everyone can move around, there's a kitchen, bedrooms for everyone and everything.

I doze off, thinking of my new found life.

"My first day…" I mumble, "In Symphonia."

THE NEXT DAY… a very annoying Kratos wakes me up, using a previous tactic I shalt not mention here. Whoa! I used the word "shalt"! Pretty cool.

Moving onwardly. (Word patented by the very cool Strong Bad of Strong Badia.)

I stretch, fuzzy vision become actually clear again.

"'Sup?" I ask.

"It's 6:00. We have to go." He says, helping me off the floor briefly before letting go immediately. Damn him. The only reason he's not tired is because he's an angel. Raine and Colette look sleepy too. They both have residue on the sides of their eyes.

I wipe my mouth.

It's sort of shameful, but I drool.

Like, a lot, when I sleep. Maybe I should get a personal drool bucket for when I sleep, like Homer. I yawn and stretch my arms again, accidentally on purpose (I love that line), I hit Kratos in the face as I stretch.

"Moody bastard…" I walk next to Raine.

"Hey, Raine?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever heard of the Fountain of Youth?" I ask, linking arms with her as we descend the dewy grass. I can see a desert ahead, but luckily it's early enough.

"No…"

"I think… If you find it, you can be young forever if you drink it's water…" Raine perks up.

"Tell me, please, about the origin…" I grin to the side. As long as I could be occupied as we walk. (Speaking of which, my shoes are suede, so now my boots are all… Wet-leathery. Yick.)

As we drone on, Colette is being given a piggyback by our least favorite purple-clad mercenary. You know, I was thinking of being him for Halloween this year. But, now that I see how much of a jerk he is, I don't think I will. He's a meanie banana.

Actually, I guess he'd be a meanie grape, because of his clothes. Ugh, I don't know anymore. Somehow, it's getting hotter and hotter. I could really use a Root Beer right now.

As it's so hot, I'm sweating. On the bright side, I had deodorant in my magical bag o' wonders, so I'm okay for now. On the dark side (of which I'd rather be- I could be Darth Maul), I'm covered in a freaky residue of sweat…

Did I mention sand is in my boots? Lots of sand. Lots of uncomfortable, gravelly sand is just residing in my boots.

And my hair is also full of sand. My bare face has sand sticking to it, as well as the perspiration. The sun is going to give me a bad sunburn- I'm fair-skinned, and there's no… Watchamacallit… Yeah, sunscreen.

I start humming the imperial march theme.

"Dun-dun-dun-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun-DUN-DUN-DUN-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun." I repeat that several hundred times. Whatever will annoy Kratos.

"Please tell me that is not the theme music to Space Wars…" he glares. Huh?

"Whatever helps you sleep, man." I wink, and he groans.

"Dun-dun-dun-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun-DUN-DUN-DUN-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun. Dun-dun-dun-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun-DUN-DUN-DUN-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun, Dun-dun-dun-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun-DUN-DUN-DUN-dun-da-dun-dun-da-dun…"

"Be QUIET, AMY." Kratos leers at me sourly. (I decided there was too much glaring in this story.)

"Why should I?"

"Because I said so."

"Why?"

"Because it's annoying."

"How?"

"It's irritating."

"How?"

"Ugh…"

"Who wants to play 'I Spy'?" I ask.

Colette jumps up and down.

"Me, me!"

"Okay, I spy something orangish."

"The sand?"

"You got it…"

"Okay, I spy something everywhere…"

"The sand?"

"Wow, you're psychic!"

"I spy something annoying that gets in your shoes and hair."

"The sand?"

"We're getting good at this."

When we finally reach Triet, I decide I could compile a book of over 200 ways to describe the sand, especially with my trusty partner Colette.

"We're here…" Announces Kratos. I run for the Inn.

The others trudge after me. I empty out my boots and head for the showers they have in the hotel rooms. After washing off, I clean my clothes (I was walking around in one of the hotel robes, by the way, it's not like I'm streaking) and change into them, then come out, where everyone is fresh.

We head out again, but not before buying supplies. After we get about a mile away from Triet, Genis runs up to us.