[What] time ((cannot)) erase`

[|Kratos| [Sexy] .:Aurion:.]

When ((you're)) having a blast``

The gentle wind slowly cascades on the sea of yellowish-green; the mark of winter approaching, as the grass slowly withers under the marching cold. As the dark clouds slowly move across the sky; the ground slowly becomes enshrouded in a dark dreary layer. Bright lights quickly flash in the sky; as if Volts anger is riding the cloud. Seconds after the raging crackle rumbles from the clouds; causing many creatures to scuttle away for safety and shelter. Yet, one lonely figure continues to stand there; the breaches of reality not seeming to make him react.

The figure silently contemplates to itself; wondering why it came here in the first place. As the gentle wind quickly climbs speed and whips at the figure; it's auburn hair flickering forward, tiny pieces of the hair tickling at the figures face. Was it out of sheer boredom? No, couldn't; not with how things have been turning out. Or is it because he's unsure of what to do next? Perhaps, since he has no idea how he's going to get sacred wood or where, Aionis unfortunately is out of his reach for now, then there is Origin's seal. Until he gathered the required ingredients; he would be unable to release Origin's seal. To end his life by releasing his bodily mana to break the seal on Origin's tomb. A quick sad ending, no?

Kratos silently looks up, the rain diligently falling down upon his face and everywhere else. Slowly soaking him to the bone, a sudden thought coming to mind. Now that it is raining, battling on these ground would be difficult. The rain can soak into the ground, making it soft and hard to get good footing on. Making it hard for a swordsman to keep his footing and not go sliding into the jaws of a monster. Luckily for him, he actually knows magic. Which is a handy thing to know when coming against obstacles that a sword can't handle.

[Michael]

Discrimination's a sad thing

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That's the only thing Michael thought about; the discrimination against Half-elf's. It was a very sad thing indeed; it had chased him out of his own home, because the village of the elf's wanted nothing to do with the half elf race. Even though half of their blood ran though the half elf's; Michael sighed, he knew he shouldn't let it get to him. It was just the kind of place Tethe'alla was; maybe once the chosen of Tethe'alla completed the Quest of world regeneration. Maybe, just maybe, half-elf discrimination would come to an end.

Suddenly Michael saw it was starting to rain, and got under a tree to avoid getting soaked like no tomorrow. While the rain continued to fall; Michael pulled out his locket of his brother and sighed.

"Bro, I want to avenge you, but I don't know where to start. I don't even know who your killer looks like."

Michael sighs, he's not going to give up. His brother was murdered in cold blood, and he would not rest until that person was brought down for good. He didn't care how or when he would bring this killer down; even if it costs him his life. Which would probably have him join his brother, but as long as that killer payed for his sins in hell. He was ok with that.

"Oh well, all I can do is to do my best in finding him."

[Alicia Valka]

Alicia was flying. Flying away from everything. She didn't care if anyone saw her. She just wanted to get away, away from the insanity that had become what filled her every day.

The incident in Sybak hadn't answered anything. It had only brought more questions. What was Estressa up to? Was it just random acts of cruelty? Estressa seemed to be connected to everything in some way. Neither Tethe'alla nor Sylvarant were safe from her. She had imprisoned three people in her lab in Martel Temple in Sylvarant, and left other things behind. Alicia herself was from Tethe'alla as well. And that boy Drake... What was his story? He had clearly been harmed by Estressa as well.

These were the thoughts that raced through Alicia's head as she raced through the sky. Was there any pattern to this madness? Did Estressa desire anything except utter, random cruelty? Was anyone safe from her madness? Alicia didn't know. Most likely, no one except Estressa herself did.

Alicia eventually felt her wings tiring. She needed to land. No, she needed to fall. She had flown for too long. The sensation of free-fall... The air, rushing up around her, or so it seemed like. The ground, rushing toward her. And then, everything else. The sun, setting. Though the clouds seemed endless, the last faint sliver of pure light from the sun still shone through, before it disappeared.

Alicia closed her eyes, slowly, calmly. Perhaps it was the end. As another day ended, so would another life. Maybe it was even best this way. But then, she remembered. She remembered why she fought. What her life was centered on. Freedom. Destroying those who would take it away.

Alicia's eyes snapped open. She couldn't die yet. Someday perhaps, but not yet! She found a new strength, and just a few feet from the ground, her wings spread again. She rose up into the air once more, and swooped down and forward. Then, she stopped. She seemed to float toward the ground, and the tip of her foot touched the ground.

Now, Alicia stood there. And suddenly, her strength was lost. Her legs gave way, and she fell slightly forward as they buckled, though her hands kept her from collapsing completely. Alicia sat there for a moment like that, her hair hiding her face on her right side.

Then, Alicia noticed someone. To her left, was the man she had met in Flanoir before. "Hello again." Alicia said to him, and then chuckled, "Funny how fate works out, huh?" Alicia pushed herself off of the ground, slowly. As her hair fell back down again, she then noticed another stranger, to her right.

Alicia looked at him, trying to keep calm. Her wings were showing, obviously, since she had just been flying. "Hello." she said, staring at this man she didn't know. She watched as the rain dripped from the figure, as she felt it dripping from her own golden hair, which now hung down in wet strings, that looked dark, almost black.

There was just the three of them at this moment. The girl with golden hair who was no longer human, marked forever with cursed white wings. The man with the locket, who seemed to be filled with rage and grief for his lost brother. And another man, an unknown stranger with auburn hair who had just witnessed an angel drop from the sky. Standing in the middle of nowhere, with a twilit storm enveloping the sky.

The past can never be regained. The question is, will you fight, or will you let the eternity of your future become but a single moment, and destroy you?

[|Kratos| [Sexy] .:Aurion:.]

_{The locket to your past; will only release pain~}

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Kratos remains still, his breathing slowing down to an unaudible sound. With his hair clinging to his face; he slowly turns to the side to find a man leaning against a tree. The man being a good few yards away, he could clearly see the man as if he were just a few feet away. His wine red eyes search the figure; quickly noting the sword and the man's furious expression. A little curious as to the reason for the young man's expression; his eyes stray to what he's holding. Raising an aruburn eye brow; his eyes dilate as he adujst his eyes to see what is in the young man's hands more clearly. A single golden locket.

The usual passive expression on his face slightly changes to a fore loan look before replacing it's self once more to a blank look. His right hand twitches slightly at remembering the golden locket hanging around his own neck. Recalling every detail of the picture that lay with in the locket. Having looked at it for the last 14 years; it sort of engraved itself into his mind. His chest tightens as the feeling of loneliness once again rests itself back; taunting him of the long past. Gritting his teeth, he quickly pushes the feeling away; his expression changing to that of annoyance. Annoyance at his own pitiful feelings; at his exsistance.

Taking a deep breath, he easily concludes that sticking around would not be a good idea. Not wanting to disturb the man in his contimplation; his ear twitches as he hears what the man says. Revenge. Such a pitance to the human soul; to seek a way in making their lose seem more accepting. Nothing more than a chain of events; that leads to more problems. Making a 'hmph' noise; he turns away from the young man to walk a good distance before calling his wings and flying off back to Welgaia. Taking a few good steps; he freezes as he senses the mana of an idividual. Coming from the sky; not even having to look towards the person or even interpret what he senesed he could already tell what it was. An Angel.

As he senses the angel decend, he slowly turns around a little confused. A Cruxis Angel decending down from the sky with a human there; it's quite ridiculous. Considering the fact that ever Cruxis Angel never comes down from Welgaia, unless Mithos wants him immediatly. Even then, they take precautions as to not get seen by someone. Looking at the girl, his eyes widen a fraction in shock at her appearance. She didn't where the usual garmets an angel did; but what suprised him the most was the exprssion on her face and she talked to the man.Hello again, the words of someone saying hello to someone they have already met.

Seeing the angel's exhuastion, he calmly walks over to the two. His hand resting on his Flamburge; with an expression some people would say to be 'stoic' or a 'bastard' kind of way. Finally reaching the two; he raises an eye brow at her hello. Obviously from her tone; he could tell that she is not an Angel of Cruxis, as well as the lack of adding Lord Kratos. Which is fine by him; he never really liked people calling him that. Even 4,000 years ago; another time in history.

"Good evening," Kratos replies coolly. His senses alert to any monsters that my come by. Reaching behind him for his little pack, he produces an orange gel and an apple gel. Throwing it at Alicia with a look of that lacked caring; his eyes sweep to the right then the left. His usual 'untochable' aura seeming to radiate from him; as he fixats his attention to Alicia. His curiousity for her 'wings' keeping him from leaving.

[Michael]

Michael chuckled a little seeing who he had met in Flanoir he chuckled at the word fate. Fate was not the word Michael would describe this as but none the less he went along with it."Yes so it seems Michael replied slightly chuckling before seeing a man who looked in his 20's come over to them Michael saw he meant no hard and walked up to him.

"Good day sir" Michael said in as much respect as possible as the rain poured down on them. Michael clenched the locked around his neck and closed his eyes remembering the good times him and his brother had back in the village of the elf's. Before clenching his fists remembering what happened 5 years before he was banished from the village. It was a very painful memory indeed. But none the less it was not a memory that would go away any time soon. So he just lived with it as he went on living.

[Alicia Valka]

Alicia was surprised when the man threw her an apple gel and and orange gel. Alicia actually hadn't used them before, but they were supposed to help restore energy right? She shrugged, said "Thanks." before popping them in her mouth. They tasted sweet... And she did feel her energy returning rather quickly once she swallowed them. She didn't feel completely energized, but she could definitely hold her own if a fight happened now.

Alicia did think it odd how little the stranger reacted to a winged girl dropping from the sky. She seriously doubted that it was an everyday occurence for him... Surely the man couldn't be with Cruxis... Then again, Estressa's wings didn't always show (though Alicia had been cursed with non-retractable wings) so it was possible... And the idea was ridiculous. The man probably was good at avoiding showing surprise. Maybe...

Alicia noticed that Michael was clutching that locket again. This time, she felt a burning curiosity. She couldn't take it anymore. "Michael?" she asked suddenly, "What happened with your brother? Back in Flanoir, when I first met you, I heard you saying something about avenging your brother. I'm sorry if it's painful, but..." Alicia shook her head, "Forget I asked. You probably don't want to talk about it..." She sighed. She did feel curious though... She wasn't sure why. Perhaps that other boy, Drake, had already rubbed off on her a bit.

[Michael]

Michael shook his head as he put his locket back in his pocket. he figured someone would ask him sooner or latter, so it was not a surprise she asked.Michael sat down as the rain slowly started to come to a halt. "no its ok i,l explain to you what happened" Michael looked up as he was ready to tell his story of his brother's death.

it was a long 10 years ago. I still remember it to this day" Michael started as he closed his eyes remembering that day all too clearly it was a painful memory indeed but none the less he still remembered it so he continued

"My brother's death was caused by the half-elf discrimination now the villagers only wanted him banished from the village but there was one villager who didn't think like that so after the villagers left as My brother was leaving the village He drew his blade and Killed him right there in cold blood Man when i find that mastered I'm gonna make him suffer in ways that will make him begging for death!"