Prelude

Well here I am. A few months after the entire adventure, writing it all up.

Why?

So people know the truth. The truth about the Great Kharlan War. The truth about Mithos, the angels and the goddess Martel. The truth about the very basis of the world, of people's lives and the core of their hope.

To think it all really started nearly seventeen years ago, when I first escaped the Iselia Human Ranch. Me and my very last friend tried to escape, but my friend was killed by the person closest to her. And all that was left was her son.

I sent the young baby boy to the native of the nearby land. He was a Dwarf, the only known one in Sylvarant.

From that day forward I took an Oath; one to protect the lad.

And I have. He stayed in the Iselia region until he turned seventeen and Tower of Salvation appeared, calling the Chosen.

The Chosen was one of his best friends.

So over sixteen years to the day I found the young lad on the cliffs of the human ranch. I met him on the road to Triet.

It was simply meant to an escort to Triet. Before long the kid had dragged me along until the adventure of a lifetime. An adventure that would unravel the very reality and fabrication of the world. An adventure that spawned over two worlds and a large group of people through betrayals, love, loss, death, victory and defeat. As the sad tale of one lonely miserable boy long ago was told, bit-by-bit.

My name is Aberos; a Wanderer. This is my part in what is soon to become known as the Tales of Symphonia. But for the now, it is the Tales of a Wanderer.

The lad's name?

Lloyd Irving.

A name time and fate will not soon forget...

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