AUTHOR'S NOTE- I do not own any of the characters of Xenoblade Chronicles nor the game itself or the plot. I simply just love the game and decided to novelize it! Hope you enjoy!

Long ago...

A sea splashed, stretching as far as could be seen. Water only lapped into waves occasionally, and the clouds above a dark gray. Nothing existed, nothing but the sea and the sky, almost as if the two things were waiting for something to come alive.

...the world was nothing more than an endless sea, cloaked in a boundless sky, reaching as far as could possibly be imagined.

And suddenly, as if on cue, two great beings appeared. Swinging giant swords, they raged in a battle, the clashes echoing across the sea and sky, the sea churning up at the movements of the titans. Waves splashed around them, reaching ginormous sizes, but the titans took no notice, locked on each other in battle and war.

Then two great titans came into existence.

Crash! The titans continued to swing at each other. They blocked hits, as each could hurt the other badly if they got a hit.

The Bionis and the Mechonis.

The Mechonis stopped, staring at the Bionis. As quick as something its size could, the Bionis reared back and swung at the Mechonis with its sword. The hit landed, slicing the Mechonis' arm right off. The arm landed in the sea, huge waves rippling out from the force of impact. Yet the beings took no notice, continuing to slice at each other.

The titans were locked in a timeless battle.

Finally, it ended. The Bionis swung right into the Mechonis' chest, while the Mechonis slashed at the Bionis' side at the same time. The battle was over. The titans' lives had ended.

And at last... only their lifeless corpses remained.

Eons have passed.

The scenery changed to on the Bionis' corpse, where life had sprouted anew. Clouds of dust were kicked up as explosions and rifle shots hit the ground, clearly a sign of war.

Now our world, this vast land stretching across the remains of the Bionis, is under attack from a relentless force known as the Mechon.

Soldiers ran quickly, attempting to land hits on...robotic looking things, clearly Mechon, which came in different types yet all had similarities. Yet even though they tried hard, psychical attacks wouldn't do a thing. It took many men to take out just one Mechon, at many Mechon were rushing in quickly. It seemed like they, the soldiers, were definitely going to lose.

The Mechon killed many men at once with Ether shots. "Retreat! Retreat!" cried one soldier, terrified of the approaching horde of Mechon. Even though the men tried to run, the Mechon took many of them, killing them quickly and swiftly. The men ran as fast as they could, fueled by fear.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!" the cries of the man sounded again, beckoning other soldiers with his hand. The Mechon were close, very close. One soldier stood talking into a radio, his speech urgent. "Number of M78 Mechon is unknown! GAH!" he shouted as a Mechon grabbed him with an arm, raising and stabbing him. He was dead quickly.

One man ran through the crowd of fleeing soldiers. He had long brown hair, with blue eyes. And he wielded a red sword with a blade made out of light. Unlike the others, his sword, the Monado, cut through the Mechon with ease. He slashed through them, one by one, taking no hits. Maybe after all, they were saved.

After slashing through a great deal of Mechon, he stopped and looked at the approaching lot. "They're approaching down our weak right flank," he noted. With the Monado, wielded in his right hand, he stabbed a broken part of a Mechon. "For a bunch of soulless machines, they seem to know a thing or two. But we'll see."

More men, including an older blonde one and a black haired one, rushed to the brown haired man. "Dunban!" shouted the blonde, named Dickson. "We've been given the order to retreat. We're pulling back the line to Colony 6." Another explosion from the Mechon made him wince and cover his face with one arm. "That's where we'll set up the last line of defense."

Dunban, the brown haired man with the Monado, nodded. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Any more time spent hanging around here, and we're done for," he said, grinning slightly as he did. More explosions caused the black haired man, Mumkhar, to wince multiple times. "Count me in!" Mumkhar said. "We've gotta get out of here." Dunban looked to Mumkhar, his face a full grin now. "Or we could stay and fight?"

"What!?" cried Mumkhar. "Ack!" More Mechon were approaching, firing around them. "We may die if we take a stand here," said Dunban. "But staying gives us the chance to change our destinies. We have the Monado." He motioned to his sword. "With this, the future is ours for the taking!" And without listening to anything else, he attempted to jump out into the fight. But Dickson grabbed him and pulled him down.

"Stupid beast!" he shouted. "Your body can't take any more of the Monado. I can tell by just looking at you!" Dunban grinned again slightly, replying, "Getting short sighted in your old age, Dickson? I'm fine. Don't worry, I'm still in control." Dickson shook his head and sat down, muttering, "I should've known I couldn't talk sense into a beast." Suddenly he grinned. "Let's do this. I'm going with you. You'll need someone to drag your corpse home."

"As long as you think you've still got the strength in you, old man," chuckled Dunban. "Oi, you two! We've been ordered to pull back. I'm leaving!" announced Mumkhar. "Well I say you're coming with us," said Dunban. "What would we do without those?" He looked to Mumkhar's claws, his weapon. "The enemy second wave is approaching!" shouted a soldier. Dickson looked to Dunban. "It's now or never, Dunban. Let's show them what we've got. We'll give them a warm Homs welcome!"

"Acknowledged," said Dunban. The two leaped over, heading straight into the Mechon horde. "What're they trying to prove?!" Mumkhar said to himself, watching them go. "I'm not throwing my life away! No point dying in some godforsaken field." He peeked around the corner, watching still. "Nothing for it. I'll have to use Dunban as a decoy...that should give me time to escape." He chuckled slightly.

Many Mechon M72 were gathered. Mumkhar hurried to them, knowing that to use Dunban as a decoy, he had to be with him. They ran in, the three of them slashing away at Mechon. These were not going down as easy it seemed.. one Mechon slashed Dunban's face while the other got his leg, making him fall backwards. In return Dunban charged at them, slashing across their middles, his face and leg bleeding. One more near them!
The three all turned to the remaining Mechon M72, and the Mechon didn't know who to attack. It was finished after lots of slashing and shouting.

A much bigger Mechon M82 landed in front of them. Its claws, like razor blades snapped as it rushed towards the three of them. Dodging to the side, Dunban slashed at it, though stopped when he noticed Mumkhar getting cut deeply by the Mechon M82. "Mumkhar! You okay?" he shouted. Blood dripped from Mumkhar's gash, but he brushed it off. "Fine, fine." Soon he'd escape. Dickson fired on the Mechon and it turned to him, lunging for an attack, but he dodged backwards just out of reach. "Monado Buster!" cried Dunban, finishing it.

The three panted after finishing off the huge Mechon. Yet more Mechon continued to hurry in. "You've gotta be kidding me!" shouted Mumkhar. "It's their main force," replied Dickson. "Looks like the Mechon are hell-bent on taking us out." Dunban replied, with a serious face for once, "They'll have to be to take us out. Now, let's even the odds a bit!" He raised the Monado again, activating the light blade portion. "Dickson, Mumkhar! Let's do this!" The three charged forward into the oncoming fleet.

Dickson jabbed at a Mechon but missed. It attempted to swing back, but Dickson jumped and lobbed its head off. Mumkhar slashed at a different one with his claws, blocking its rush towards him, then struggling for a bit and finally knocking it down. Dunban ran farther into the horde, slashing at Mechons' heads and sides, knocking them out with quick and clean blows from the Monado.

But the Monado became to much, shouting and groaning, Dunban was being drained of his energy, and he could hardly move. A Mechon rose up, heading clearly for Dunban. Dickson's eyes widened, shouting "DUNBAN!" he rushed toward him. Just as the Mechon plunged its claws, Dickson jumped and took it instead. The Mechon stabbed his back, blood leaking out of the wound. "Ugh..."

Eyes narrowing, he jumped and stabbed the Mechon through with his weapon, flinging it away, though coming with it. The Mechon was dead, but Dickson wasn't. "I ain't going down that easily." Scrabbling over one of the dead Mechon, he called, "Dunban! You alright?" Dunban had stood up, and replied, "What does it look like? I'm still good to go!"

Mumkhar had slipped away, and he watched this event unfold. "Hehehe, I guess a hero's gotta reach his limit someday!" He turned to leave, running off. Dickson was supporting Dunban, who looked to Mumkhar. "Mumkhar! What are you doing!? That way is-" Mumkhar turned back, grinning sadistically at the two. "Sorry, brothers! Hate to drop this on you, but it's the Monado they're after! So have fun keeping 'em occupied for me. I'm getting the hell outta here!"

"Mumkhar, you dirty-" Mumkhar chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll organize your funerals! Well, see ya boys!" he turned and fled. Dunban called after him, "Wait-" but was cut off by a huge Ether blast shooting at the pile of Mechon, launching Dickson and Dunban to the side.

A huge Mechon, even bigger than the M82, was walking towards them. Both Dunban and Dickson were shocked, and Dickson said, "If this is a joke, it ain't funny." He sighed. "Looks like this is it. At least we know our luck can't get any worse from here." But Dunban stood up, facing the approaching huge Mechon. "Dunban?"

Dunban didn't turn. "Dickson, take care of the survivors." Dickson stared. "Dunban, what are you playing at?"

Mumkhar was fleeing still. Nearly there, he muttered, "Those idiots. I'll just come and get the Monado when everything's quieted down a bit. That thing's gonna be mine!" Suddenly he fell, sliding into a ditch. He looked up, to only see blackness for a moment...then, a beam of red light locked on to his forehead. Many more appeared. He gulped. "Oh, no! Please!" He tried to scramble backwards, only to be unable to escape.

A loud scream echoed.

"Vile Mechon!"
Dunban held the Monado, staring at the Mechon ahead.

"If you think the Homs, the people of Bionis, are just waiting here for you to pick us off... You are sorely mistaken!" He swung it in front of him, almost as a warm-up. And he charged, straight at the Mechon, ready to wipe them out once and for all.

Clouds covered the scene. The scenery changed, to a starry night sky with a huge floating island and sea, then to a large forest full of huge trees and many animals, to the outside of the corpses of the Bionis and Mechonis.

Xenoblade Chronicles.