A/N: Hey all, Izeiya here! I want to start off by saying that this is my first time after a long while since I wrote an OC/self insert fic. So, if anything from here and from now on seems a bit iffy, please please pleaaase tell me! I've had mixed feelings about making this public, so I'm in the middle of relief that I was able to share this with all of you and worry that I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I've played the entire game of Tales of Xillia in both parts as well as the sequel. The second game is full of feels, man. I can't..-coughs-

As for the name of this story "Forget-Me-Not", the name of the chapters are based on the lyrics of a Touhou song called "Myosotis Alpestris" (Link here: /d4rlWpI6f6M). I've also did some research to find the beautiful flower counterpart of the story title. Symbolically, Forget-Me-Nots means faithful love and memories. I'll let the story do the explaining. ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Tales of Xillia related, but my OC and her family. Especially the adorable twins. They're adorbs.

Thanks for taking the time to read this! Please enjoy, comment, and review.

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P.S I love story cameos of mine.

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Dreams Fade Far Away Then Disappear

The day of August 15th arrived, marking it on my calendar as the most stressful day of my whole entire life. As a sixteen year old, I feel like I shouldn't feel too obliged to do such things. However, as the oldest sibling out of three children, it was the complete opposite. The next school year is going to start soon, and I have yet to finish my summer homework. One of the many reasons why I wasn't able to do that is because we went on a family trip. Even when I brought my homework with me, I couldn't focus on my work. My two younger brothers had my attention for they were being goofs and doing crazy things during the trip. My next reason was my parents. They had me going around babysitting and making sure I had my things finished. I just wanted to do my homework and relax. Is that too much to ask?

My name is Mia Arashe. I have dark gray eyes and soft thin layered hair to my medium back. My bangs fluttered to my left side as I wear my hair up with a black butterfly hair pin that has blue gems adorning the wings. Young Chris and Cody are both ten for they are twins. Sometimes, I get those two mixed up. Today however, they are being a pain in the butt.

"Cody! Chris!" I called out to the boys angrily, stomping into the living room where they were playing with their nerf guns. Wearing a long black striped and white dress like shirt and green shorts, this older sister is not happy.

"Where is my box that I bought at the beach?"

"Cody hid it." The timid twin immediately replied, pointing at the suspect.

The kid scoffed and shot a nerf at his brother, "I did not, liar!"

"Ow!"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Seriously, guys. It's for my friends."

"Mia!"

"Oh, for the…Coming!" Every day is like this. My father needs me for something every time I am in the middle of something.

I paced to my parent's room, which is next to my brothers' room. We just came back from the trip, so we were still unpacking. It was a lovely and wonderful trip to a beach resort. It was a nice vacation, but now I have a week left until summer vacation is over. When I entered the doorway of my parent's room, their bags covered the floor as their bed had messy clothes everywhere. I could hear my mother in her walk in closet, scavenging through hangers. My eyes twitched at the embarrassing sight of this messy master bed room.

"Can you get the tools kit in the garage? And make sure the twins are sleeping. It's almost eight."

I nodded my head silently and turned around to walk away, "Yes sir~"

"Do your homework too!"

"I know, I know!" I screamed back with a distressed sigh.

At this rate, I might end up doing my homework tomorrow. I've been feeling exhausted from doing all the cleaning and unpacking, let alone searching for my lost gift. The moment I entered the living room, my forehead was suddenly attacked by a nerf. Twice.

"Ah, my face!" I shrieked with a fake painful cry as I leaned back, pretending to fall down from the impact. I could hear the boys giggling as they ran off to hide. Normally, I'd run after them, but I decided against it for now.

I stood straight then, rubbing my forehead, "Silly children.."

I chuckled softly before sighing heavily and made my way towards the garage. I know I was ordered to make sure they're sleeping, but I need their help on finding that box. After opening the garage door, I turned on the lights and observed the entire garage. To my left, there are cabinets. To my right, there are the shoe rack and the laundry machines beside it. Then in front of me were the two cars we own. I'm willing to bet the tools kit are in..the car! Eh, not. After putting on my plain white flat slippers, I turned to the left and then to the farthest right cabinet. When I opened it, the first thing I saw was the colorful box I was looking for.

My eye twitched as a dark smile formed on my face, "Cody, you brat…"

"It wasn't me!" The child suddenly yelled frantically behind me.

Another nerf bullet hit the back of my head, "Ow! Hey!"

The loudest twin started laughing as I turn around to glare at him. Chris was meekly standing at the garage doorway.

Placing my hands on my hips, I stared down at the other troublemaker, "It's almost bedtime, so you two better head to bed."

"Aw, I don't want to!" Complained Cody.

"I don't want to, too.." Chris added with a somewhat adorable face, giving me the pouting look I absolutely dread.

I pursed my lips frowning, now thinking of any weird and little dumb ways to convince the twins.

"What if I show you…A preview of my next chapter?"

Their little heads perked up anxiously as soon as they heard my words. I smiled genuinely, knowing full well that they will listen to me if it involves my comic. As of right now, one could say I couldn't get my homework done because I'm into drawing and writing stories in collaboration with a couple friends of mine. One day, I want to be a part of a group that devotes themselves creatively in animations.

"We get to see what happens to Zale and Asaya?" Chris chipped up in excitement.

Cody smiled giddily, "Are they going to die next?"

"Geez, so horrible Cody…" I deadpanned with a short giggle out of my mouth.

"I made a bet with Chris!" The twins nodded their heads in unison.

"Oh you…You're too young to gamble."

"Bleh!" Cody stuck his tongue out at me, "Okay, we'll be waiting in our room! Let's go, Chris!"

"Yay! Preview, preview!"

I giggled at the two dorks, watching them run back inside with their nerf guns. It actually is never a dull moment with those two. I didn't take long to grab my gift and the tools kit right behind it. After turning off the lights, I closed and locked the garage door. I made sure the lights were off in the kitchen and living room before going to my parent's room. I put the tools kit on the nearest desk counter, and stood there in the room watching my father tweak with a luggage. Looks like the wheel broke.

I took the kit and approached him, "Here, Dad. I'm going to make sure the twins are asleep and then I'll do my homework. Night."

"Thank you." He took the kit from me without looking at me, and continued on his business.

I'm fairly used to the cold shoulder. I really am. This would happen and I will be on my awkward way. I walked to my room across the hall to turn on the lights and head to my desk. Hidden on the computer keyboard desk is my sketchbook, so I replaced it with the gift box. I exit my room with my book to go to my next destination. Quietly opening the boy's room, I noticed their reading light is on and the two were already lying on their bed respectively. Their small eyes peered at me before their smiles widened as they immediately sat up.

I slowly shut the door behind me and grabbed a chair, "Whisper, okay?"

The two nodded as I placed the chair between their beds right in the middle where they can see clearly. I opened my book to the page where I left off, bent the book back, and twisted it to show it to Cody and Chris.

"What!? No way!" Chris whispered in shock, smiling widely.

Cody flailed, hitting his pillow, "They lived! Why?! Agh, I lost a dollar.."

"Shh!" Both Chris and I hushed him.

Usually in a page, I'd draw ten panels. I actually finished half the page during the trip, but it was evidently enough to entertain them. I smiled at their reactions, expecting it from each of them. Chris was always the positive one despite his timid nature. Cody has always been the opposite. We watched as Cody grabbed a dollar from his drawer and gave it to his twin. I started to wonder how they have money at their age..Isn't that unusual? Or is it just me? It's probably just me.

"Okay well..Get some sleep, you two. Good night." I stood up after closing my sketchbook. They each told me "good night" before I messed up their hair. Before I left their room, I turned off their only light and disappeared.

As I sat on my bed, I was looking through my gift box that has a variety of different colored and shaped gems. I didn't notice until now that I am still wearing my white slippers. I didn't care, and kept them on out of pure laziness. Beside the box is a copy of the game, Tales of Xillia. It is one of my favorite games ever. One by one, I observed every gem as I found it very intriguing. My friend collect gems, so she should be fine with this. I should be doing homework, but honestly, I don't know how to finish it. It is an art project really. The only thing I did was the first part of it, which was to write an essay. The second part is what I am really stuck on. I have to paint it out. The topic are wishes and dreams. For example, what do I wish for? What is my dream? How was I supposed to draw that out in one picture? I have many wishes and dreams, but..everything is just all mumble jumble.

I held up a purple transparent oval-shaped gem, "I really wish I can just..be me."

Just then, the gem started glowing. It shocked me, making me drop it as I closed my eyes to shut out the brightness. My body suddenly felt like it wasn't being cushioned by my soft bed anymore. A drift cooled me from under my shirt and my exposed legs. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself falling down a partly cloudy and somewhat dry air. I then saw my sketchbook, allowing my protectiveness of my things to move my hand and quickly grab it.

"THIS ISN'T WHAT I WISHED FOR! I DON'T EVEN..! HALP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, looking around the area.

Everything felt real. This dry air feels real. Am I really falling? I'm..falling..I'm falling! I suddenly felt a rush of heat wave pass by me, causing me to turn my head around to look at my falling path. Due to the dirt flying, I had to shield my eyes the best I could do. However, I did manage to look at the surface below. It seems like I'm falling in a desert area. When I looked up at the sky, I could hear the wind rushing in my ears. A few seconds later, a male voice rang through my head.

"You who found the Eternal Wellspring Gem.."

The voice made me gasp in astonishment as I started to look around for the source fearfully, "Hello..?"

"Prepare yourself for a journey of inspiration. Do not fret, do not intervene…But, if you must, beware of the consequences."

"God, is that you?! Please send me back home!" I continued yelling at the unknown voice.

A sparkle started shining above me, making me open my eyes. It turned out to be a pair of twin daggers with blue hooked handles tied by a rope and a brown purse of some sort tied up by a rope. With my free hand, I struggled to grab the daggers and successfully did. The purse immediately landed on my stomach, forcing my fall speed to increase. Why is this thing so heavy?!

"Remember the name….Maxwell."

"…Maxwell?!" I gasped in realization before remembering that I am on the verge of falling to my death. "Crap! Um..um..! How to..uhh."

I turned my body to face the surface below, squeezing the items as close as possible to me as well as making sure the daggers doesn't stab me. I held the light twin daggers with one hand, observing it very closely. They are sharp, yet for some reason, the handles are very heavy. An idea popped in my head before I immediately put my sketchbook inside the pouch. I carefully wrapped it around my waist before taking a deep breath. Okay, this is real. I don't want to die. I need to focus on surviving. I just..Why am I here?! I unwrapped the daggers, released the rope, and held a dagger in each hand. I need a lesson anyone, please? I mean, I've always used cooking knives as if they were weapons. I don't see any difference, really. I felt myself shaking and feeling a bit panicky. So, I got flung into a different world…Okay well, WHY? One by one, I slashed the air to get used to these things until my finger pressed on a small bump. Because of that, my right dagger's blade separated from the handle, flying to the direction I was pointing it.

"Holy! Oh geez, so glad I didn't point it at me!" I exclaimed in relief, pulling the handle to bring back the blade. Or at least, I hope I did.

I then found out that I am closing in to the ground and that the blade was stuck on a tree branch, which I immediately noticed after a dust of sand passed by me. Letting out a high pitched squeal, I unintentionally allowed myself to sink down into the tree.

"Bad ideaaa! Ahh!" I screamed during the time in the tree, hearing the blade break from the branch. The blade came back as my foot tripped over a lower branch, causing me to fall on the sand afterwards.

I groaned in pain, rolling to my side to stare up at the sky. There is dirt everywhere with a few bushes here and there. A taller mountain can be seen in the distance from where I'm located. My pants grew heavy to the point I had to force myself to sit up.

"I'm dead. I'm alive, but dead..I think I'm a zombie. Agh! No, I don't think zombies have back pain." I hissed in pain, leaning back to lie down. But then I stopped myself after remembering the pouch and quickly sit back up.

I took the pouch off of my waist by the two attached straps on my stomach. Then, I opened it by the large flap and peered inside to see my sketchbook for it was the first thing. Taking it out gently, I noticed a change of clothes inside as if this bag was just made for me. I just can't believe this. Why, out of all people, did this have to happen to me? All I wanted was a sign for my project. Not to be sent to a world, an unknown yet familiar world, mind you, to my own death! I was frustrated because of this. I took out the clothes before seeing another smaller brown pouch. I looked inside to see a handful of small knives, which I am probably going to use up in a day. Why does it feel like I'm going to a convention? The individual knives is half the size of the daggers, and the hilts all are black. I decided to play around with one of them, and throw it at the tree bark. It missed.

I stared blankly at the knife on the ground, "This is going to be a problem." I peeked inside the pouch again, "A note?"

I grabbed the small piece of paper and unfolded it to read the letter. The handwriting looks so neat and well written. It read: "The Eternal Wellspring Gem must be found again if you wish to go back home. Your mission is for you to decide. Explore Rieze Maxia. Do what you must."

Hold on, hold on. Rieze Maxia? Both that and Maxwell are words derived from Tales of Xillia. If this world is really the world of Rieze Maxia, I think it's safe to say that I have to believe in this reality now. Everything did feel real. The cuts I got from the tree are still burning on my skin. I..was summoned by someone from this world..I wasn't entirely calm yet because well, who wouldn't be in this kind of situation!? I haven't played Tales of Xillia in months, so I really haven't finished it. If I remember correctly, I was at the part where they had just arrived in Fennmont. I sighed and continued reading.

"You bear all of the elements except darkness, but beware for they are all affected by your emotions. You are now known as a pseudo-spirit. I look forward to meeting you."

I turned the paper around and saw a list of elements I can apparently use. Light, wind, earth, water, lightning, and fire. What I don't understand is why the person who sent me here has the time to prepare my coming. It doesn't make sense. That Eternal Wellspring thing…That's the sole cause of this. But, what about home? Was I just teleported here by that gem I was holding? Was that the Eternal Wellspring thingymabob?! And what would my family do when they find out I suddenly vanished? Wait, don't I need a Lilium Orb?

I started flailing my arms around like a chicken who lost its head, "What the hell is going on!? I don't under…"

Just then, I felt something hit my hand as I instinctively held onto it. I lowered my hand to see what it was, and found out then that it was the knife that I had thrown earlier at the tree. I raised a brow in confusion at the knife, wondering if I'm just seeing things. No one was around me, so there's no way someone could have thrown it back to me. So to test it out, I threw the knife at the tree and it missed again. Of course. I started flailing the arms like I was doing earlier but slowly while my gray eyes watched the knife carefully. The knife moved by itself and flew back into my hand. I caught it instantly, but immediately dropped it upon freaking out.

"Holy Mama! They're telepathic knives!" I grabbed the note with my hands and proceeded to shake it back and forth, "You didn't tell me anything about this!"

With a heavy sigh, I dropped my arms and lowered my head. This is too much. It is taking a very long time for me to register everything in my head. Maybe I should get a move on before a monster decides to attack and kill me while I'm just idling here like a stupid idiot. I slowly packed everything in my brown pouch and strapped it again around my waist. As for the knife pouch, I wrapped it around my right upper leg enough for me to easily access it. I need some nourishment and to get out this desert. I also need to find my ticket home, but first, I need to learn how to fight. Ugh…

No, I don't think I can do that. I stood up before stretching my legs and arms to prepare my official first step onto this journey. After a few moments of that, I started running to the direction I was facing. I passed by a couple monsters here and there because I didn't really have the courage to really start a war. They are innocent~ I mean, come on. They aren't attacking me so why should I? …That's just an excuse. The monsters are just staring at me like I'm crazy. That was when I stumbled upon a very familiar large monster as it was charging towards me from the distance.

"Ah!" I cried out, evading out the way by jumping to the side. "That's a…That thing I forgot."

I voiced my thoughts in a low tone, opening my gray eyes then after noticing it turn around to charge back at me. Its long red horns are starting to scare my soul as if petrifying my entire being. I found myself not being able to move due to my fear. I constantly was telling myself to move quick before it's too late. I need to fight back..! I need to..Fight! It is then at the last second of it coming close, I finally moved. I threw a couple throwing knives at the spot in front of me in a fan motion. As it was aligned horizontally, a wall of ice formed from them. I literally stopped breathing at the sight of this, especially when the monster crashed through the wall like it was nothing. A scream escaped from my mouth before telepathically bring the knives back to my pouch. Seeing how it was too late to run away, the monster's front tusks cut my shoulder when it lift me up into the air. With a frightened squeal, I reached out to one of its back spike and grabbed it. I grinded my teeth, ignoring the pain on my shoulder. I did not ask for this! Nope! No, I didn't! My attempt to hold on to it succeeded much to my relief as I held on for dear life. It continued running forward trying to shake me off, so I struggled to stay on. The minute I perked my head up to look at its running path, my eyes widened in shock. This thing was charging towards a very familiar (yet annoying) gray haired character. This is the moment when I finally realize…the part of the game I was in.

"Lo..Look out!" I warned the man, but he still ended up being squished.

It roared when it came to a complete stop, causing me to catapult in the air forward. "Oh god no!"

I landed near a bush on my side, feeling my black butterfly hair pin fall as well as my hair. I started to feel more numb and tired as more severe cuts had planted on my body. I slowly opened my eyes to slits and could see a battle taking place in the distance. It felt like a dream. But, my eyes aren't deceiving me…I really am in Tales of Xillia.