Hey ! I'm actually a fan of the xenoblade universe ! (Execpt Xenoblade X ... to be blunt it felt like a final fantasy ripoff (please don't throw rocks at me)) so I'm trying this thing !

First chapter is a prologue ! Let me know what you think ! Leave a review !

Uh also, spoilers ahead ... though most of you already played and or finished / know the end of the game.


"You called me brother ?"

"Yes ... I think I found it, the place" Egil showed multiple images on a screen.

"So our watchers really made it ?"

"Yes ... And it was right in front of us, we have to send our troops now before someone else find it"

"I'm on it, which units ?"

"M37, M97 and ... Yaldabaoth"

"Yours ?! But Egil it's-!"

"Too dangerous I know ... but if they find it, he we lose our chance to find this ... this ... this cursed sword ..." Egil had troubles finding his words ... he ended up crushing a console.

"Egil, don't hurt yourself now ... please" Vanea grabbed her brother's shoulder which made him turn around.

If he could smile he would, she knew it ... but after what happened she doubted he would ever be really happy again.

"You are right ... when will it be ready ?"

"You can already get aboard, I will send your reinforcement"


After only an hour Egil reached the Bionis, Valak Moutain ... a perfect place to hide it, no natural flow of ether, monsters everywhere ... and a permanent snowstorm.

And during all this years he never noticed this odd detail about the Bionis ... no, what caught his eye was the small expedition ... they had almost reached their destination, he had to be quick.

The reinforcement Vanea had been talking about weren't here yet ... he was on his own.

It was the first time he used Yalsabaoth ... the design was terrible, it was only supposed to be a protection, not a weapon ... but it would do anyway, no weapon or at least almost no weapon can harm a mechon.

They were right at the entrance ... that's when he suddenly dropped from above and blocked their way.

"A-a-a Me-mechon ?!" Yelled one of the hom

"R-run ! Run for your lives !"

They all ran away ... good ... it would have been really annoying if one one them had been tried to be a hero ... still now he had to get out of his ... now that he thought about it he hadn't named his new invention yet ... he would simply call it an armor for now.

So Egil go out from his armor and entered inside the tower, he cools barely feel the cold ... one of the advantage of being born on Mechonis ...

And right in front of him was the thing that started his nightmare ... the monado, waiting for someone stupid enough to get close and- ... he felt something behind him, hiding behind a wall.

"I heard you, get out now" he turned around

At first there was nothing ... and then ... a child reaveled himself he was hidden behind the stair case ... how did Egil miss him ?!

"P-please ... d-don't kill me ! I-I lost my pa-parents when we we-we escaping and-" the child had obviously no idea of how he should react ... and he was already exhausted due to the cold.

"Do not take a step further, stay exactly where you are" Egil was scared but he didn't know if it was either because of the Monaco or because the child could potentially be in range so the sword could use his life force.

"Y-yes !" The child got on his knees and put his and in the air

Egil kept an eye on him ... he slowly approached the sword but right when he was about to grab it a bullet flew right next to him.

"Well, well, well ... I thought I would never see you again !" Said a voice which seemed to belong to a rather old person.

Egil quickly turned around ... a simple bullet would never kill him but this voice ... then he made the connection.

"Zanza's disciple ?!"

"So you remember uh ? It's just perfect ! I get to kill you, the "leader" of Mechonis AND use this one as a temporary body for master Zanza" said the disciple as he grabbed the child by his coat.

"W-what ! L-leave me alone !"

Disgusting ... that's the only word Egil could find to describe how Zanza cared about his creations ... however something was off ... his this was indeed Zanza's disciple ? Why did he look like a hom ? Then Egil understood ... he was powerless right now, Zanza wasn't here ... he couldn't do anything.

"Now ... AHHH !" The disciple threw the child further toward the sword, Egil spoke too soon, he could indeed do one thing, help his master to gather energy.

Egil tried to intercept the child but during a brief second he was in range, the disciple used his gun once more to force Egil to take cover, he would not be able to defeat him but he could at least take the sword and run away.

The bullet lodged itself into Egil's shoulder, it hurt, he couldn't move his arm ... the disciple knew exactly where he was aiming.

He watched the disciple run off with the sword ... he couldn't do anything ... he failed, he failed miserably ... he looked at the child ... or rather Zanza's food.

"I'm sorry ..."

He was about to drop the body but then ... he felt it, the child was still breathing, he survived ... no he was barely struggling to live ... he was fighting against his destiny ... against ... Zanza's ?

... Egil's mind was flooded by thoughts ... plans ... considerations ...

He grabbed the child in his arms and went back to his armor ... he couldn't find much place for the child but there was just enough in the pilot seat.


"... the amount of ether in his body ... it is ... low ... very low"

"Can you save him ?"

"Egil I- ... I don't understand anymore ! Why do you want to save a living being from Bionis now ? At least explain why-"

"He denied Zanza"

His sister was ... speechless ... her brother's metaphor was rather confusing.

"He ... "denied" him ?"

"As I explained earlier this ... disciple ... Dickson, he wanted to use the child as a temple body for Zanza, but I think he misunderstood how it works, and instead the sword took this kid's life force without habiting his hody"

"So you mean ... he should be dead ?"

"Clearly ... either because it would have worked and he refused to be Zanza's puppet or because he simply refused to die"

Vanea looked again at the child ... most of his skin was decaying because of the lack of ether in his body ... without ether he couldn't live ... Vanea had a solution ... but ... it would imply to play with the fabric of life ... she was reluctant to such a solution but it was the only one ... and she had to do it.

"I can ... but I do not promise anything"

"If he wakes up ... call me"

"Yes brother"