The Past Comes Back

Mr.Who2123: Was sup dudes! I really like how you compliment my disclaimers! I spend more time thinking about them rather than the story. Wow! That show how undedicated I am! LOL. Okay, it's disclaimer time! Regal!

Regal: 'sup!

Mr.Who2123 ...I hate you, Regal.

Regal and Kratos: …

Mr.Who2123: Hey, Regal, can you write with your cuffs?

Regal: No, the metal gets in the way.

Mr.Who2123: Too bad. Cuz if you could sign this contract, you would own all the ice cream in the world, and I know how much you like ice cream.

Regal: Crap…No!

Mr.Who2123: And I just lost the key to your cuffs. Too bad!

Regal: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MR.WHO2123 DOES NOT OWN TALES OF SYMPHONIA BECAUSE IF SHE DID, I WOULD GIVE MY YEARLY INCOME OF 60 BILLION GALD TO KRATOS! NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kratos: Why do you torture everyone?

Mr.Who2123: Why not?

Kratos: …We're starting…

Kratos managed to get a fire blazing by sunset. The two were sitting in silence, not daring to make eye contact. They sky turned pink as Anna ate silently, and Kratos watched the wild flames in front of him.

"Okay, I want the truth," Anna piped up as she set down her food. Kratos continued to stare at the blazing fire, as if he never heard her. "Kratos?" she asked as she tapped him on the shoulder. Kratos jumped from the touch, and gripped his sword hilt. He recovered from the shock, and finally looked to Anna.

"I suppose you want the truth," he stated quietly. Anna nodded, and sat next to Kratos. "Alright. No questions until the end and you decide if you want to believe it. It all started four thousand years ago. I was a little boy back then, and in the times of harsh war," he started explaining. Anna widened her eyes. Four thousand years?

"I met Mithos, Martel, and Yuan, three of my best friends, while traveling to try and end the Kharlan War. We managed to end the war, and give peace t the opposing nations, but…Martel died from a human. Mithos, Martel's brother, grew insane, and developed an organization called cruxis to try and revive his sister. Mithos split the opposing nations into two worlds to give all the mana to his sister. Sylverant and Tethe'alla are the two worlds that share Mana."

"We all equipped special exspheres to ourselves, called Cruxis Crystals, and used them to give us the appearance of an angel. We would find someone with a mana signature the same as Martel, and take away their soul, and try to offer the body to Martel. Mithos grew more and more insane over the thousands of years, until he developed an idea called the Age of Lifeless Beings, where no one can feel emotion, and as the name states, be lifeless. I, an underling of Mithos, left him in order to find a way to save the two worlds, because Mithos would not fix the worlds until he revives his sister." Kratos stared down at the fire the whole time. Anna listened intently, and was speechless.

"So, what about the Goddess of Martel? Is she?"

"-Nothing, but a fake idol. Martel is Mithos' sister, and that is it. Mithos made the two worlds believe Martel is a goddess and Mithos a hero who sacrificed his life," he finished. Anna nearly crumbled. All her life, she believed in Martel, but she was a fake. And Mithos didn't sound like a hero, either. She watched the fire blaze as tears formed in her eyes. Everything felt like a lie to her, and she couldn't stand it.

Kratos watched Anna with deep sorrow. She was realizing that there is no goddess and the hero was a weak hearted fool who couldn't live without his sister. Kratos put a hand on her shoulder, as the tears now ran down her cheeks.

"Anna…You should get some rest," he quietly said as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Anna didn't reply as she crawled under the blanket, and then fell asleep fitfully. Kratos' heart hurt from destroying her reality, her belief. It felt strange to feel bad for someone else; he hadn't felt it since before he equipped his cruxis crystal.

Next morning, the two were quiet and somber as they headed for Palmacosta, the biggest city in Sylverant. When Anna could hear the boats, she smiled and ran towards the city.

"C'mon, you're so slow!" she mocked as she skipped away. Kratos walked faster to match her pace, and made it to Palmacosta. The people were happily doing their business as Kratos and Anna made for the port. They needed to cross as soon as possible. Anna looked at all the people around her. They were all excited about something, but she didn't know what.

When the two walked past the Governor's building, a huge draping was held at the top. The words read:

"General Dorr, the New Governor-General of Palmacosta! Celebration Tonight!"

"Look, Kratos!" she exclaimed, pointing to the sign.

"Anna, we can't go. Desians may invade and could get you," he sighed as he continued to the dock. Anna put her hands on her hips and sighed.

"Fine," she said as they passed by boats. They reached a large ship with the captain on the rail. Kratos walked up to the captain.

"We are requesting that we may ride your ship to Izoold. We will pay you 2,000 gald," he said as he took out the money. The captain looked at the money, and then smirked.

"Ye got yourself a deal, mate," he gruffly said as he clasped Kratos' arm and took the money. "But, I can't go 'till tomorrow. The celebration is holding everything up, of course. No ships can leave until it's over."

"Thank you," Kratos replied as he left the ship. Maybe they could go to the celebration now.

"Hey, Kratos! Can we go, now?" she pleaded, putting her trademark "sad face."

"I guess you could go. I will wait in the inn room," he sighed. "No, come with me!" she said as they walked into the inn. Kratos paid the inn keeper, and the two went inside the two bed room. Anna tried again.

"Come, on! It will be fun!" she exclaimed. Kratos merely shook his head and put his bag down. Not even Anna's face would change his mind.

"I don't like things like parties, and would rather eat a tomato," he said as he made a small face.

"But I won't have anyone with me!" she exclaimed. "Come, on! Just for me!" Anna tried the face one more time. Kratos stared into it, his face unchanging, not even in the slightest.

"Alright, I'll just go by myself," she muttered as she sat on the bed, her face away from Kratos. Without Kratos seeing her, she grinned deviously. This had to work. Kratos looked at the sad Anna who was hugging her knees, facing the window.

"Anna…," he began. Anna didn't even reply. "Listen, I'll…I'll go with you," he muttered. What did he just say? Anna jumped up and turned around, smiling.

"Yes! I always get my way!" she said cheerfully. Kratos was deeply aggravated, and could just kill her right there. Kratos sighed, and folded his arms.

"So you tricked me," he said, raising a brow. "Yup! You're easy to fool. You should have learned all those tricks in your lifetime!" she laughed.

"I'm not going," he said in an irritated voice.

"But you just-,"

"I'm not going," he said again in a slightly louder voice. "Buy something nice." Kratos threw her 500 gald, and left the room.

Kratos was sitting on a small table watching the unmoving ships in Palmacosta. He remembered the first time he ever celebrated.

Kratos was in a black suit, annoyed with the tight collar. Yuan was next to him in similar clothing, laughing at Kratos' behavior.

"Come on! Lighten up, Kratos! We're celebrating the end of the war," and with that, Yuan left, looking for Mithos. Martel had died only months ago, but Yuan was back to normal, and his cheerful self again.

Kratos walked through the halls of the building, wanting to be alone. Whenever some girl saw him, they would ask to dance, and Kratos, being 4,000 years younger, couldn't decline a woman. That night, his feet got stepped on endlessly, and he couldn't wear his boots for a couple days, because his feet were swollen. Kratos deemed that day the third worst day of his life.

The first was when Martel died, and the second was when he tried a tomato.

Kratos never wanted to go to a celebration again, explaining his attitude towards Anna. Then his mind started conflicting with itself. It was just a party. What could go wrong? Kratos, however, wanted o stay away from anything with drunken woman, and he was sure there would be alcohol.

Kratos pondered about his decision until he saw Anna stomping over to him, with a nice dress and shoes in her hands.

"Why aren't you coming, now?" she yelled, infuriated. Kratos sighed. He forgot to think about what Anna would do to him. She'd force him to go most likely.

"I just don't want to go, that's all," he replied calmly, gazing at the vast sea.

"You listen, Kratos! You said you would go, and you change your mind, now! Why did you say you'd go in the first place?" she demanded.

"I felt pity for you when I thought you were sad, that's all," he replied calmly.

"You're no fun! You're a lazy person, with no liking for anything fun!" she yelled walking away.

"I know I am, Anna. I know I am," he muttered to himself.

Mr.Who2123: I don't know if he should go or not. I'm still deciding.

Kratos: So the women are all over me?

Mr.Who2123: Of course! I'd be all over you if you were real!

Kratos: …

Regal: I WANT MY ICECREAM! MOMMY! HOLD ME!

Mr.Who2123 & Kratos: o.O

Regal: You will get an ice cream if you review, so review you fools! MWAHAHAHA!

Mr.Who2123: He lost it.

Kratos: humph