It is none other than Zashlight, back with another fic. I'm just making up this fic as I go along. Review if you want to, I'll always reply. Why I switched genres so quickly, by the way, is because I want to try writing a story for every genre. I don't know how I'll manage things like romance or supernatural stuff or such, but I'm sure I can think of something.
Felix will be the main character...I like to use him in fics. Samsung too. I'll make a humor fic starring him sometime...or maybe romance? Sammiashipping Hint hint. (Read Vacation Time for an explanation of Samsung.) Arms of Shadows will start off rather slowly, but it will pick up the pace later on. This is set after the adepts lit the last lighthouse, pretty much after the game.
This is strange...I know, but then again, I told you already on my profile. I'm writing for my own satisfaction, and maybe others' entertainment or hate.
One last word...I think this is a very silent, dark story. Felix does say one word, but the word is just supporting the details, which is the majority of the fic...agh, I'm rambling again. Review to tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I almost forgot this thing. Huh? Do I own GS? Sure, why not...that would be nice. I don't, unfortunately, unless Camelot calls me up today and gives me full ownership over Golden Sun 1 and 2. Like a supermarket lottery. Which won't happen. So, no. Btw, it takes a while for me to get to the point of things, in disclaimers and fics and everything that has to do with communication. Ok! Read the fic.
Arms of Shadows
Prologue
Felix set down his cup of tea with a dull klunk, and pondered. What should he do for the upcoming event of his mother's birthday? He rubbed the handle of the glass cup with his thumb, thinking in the way that only Felix can do.
Then he noticed a small, dark spot on his arm. The earth adept tried to flick it off, thinking it was a fly or maybe a stain. Felix got up with a sigh. How annoying. He stretched his arms with a groan and walked out of his house and into the green-gold grass. The gold was from the sun that was beginning to set, and for a moment Felix watched the majestic portrait. Streaks of orange and red went through the sky, and the golden-orange sun seemed to be in his reach, as if if he ran far enough, he would be close enought to touch it. Tearing his eyes away forcefully from the beautiful sight, the bronze-haired teenager set off to the main river. The river gurgled gently and invited Felix to dip his hands in the cool water. He took this invintation and tried washing off the odd stain, but it didn't work no matter how hard he scrubbed.
"Damn..." Frustrated, he shuffled back to his house.
When the sky tinted into a darker shade of blue and black in early night and everyone settled down to eat dinner, it was still there. The ink-like stain was quite bothersome, but he tried his best to ignore it.
The family ate the roasted chicken with Jenna chattering about her day swimming with Mia and Sheba. Then they washed up, and went to bed as they did every night. As Felix slipped under the white, thin covers of his bed, he examined the black spot again. With alarm he noticed that it had turned into a swirling tattoo that was the same color as the night sky outside. It was as large as the cup he had been drinking tea out of this morning.
It seemed to grow with the night, the tattoo-stain reaching out with dark tendrils on his arm. Felix tried to get to sleep, but suddenly he felt a sharp, painful feeling on the arm that had the strange tattoo on it. The pain spread gradually through his body as the dark thing grew.
With a yell, he saw a shadow-hole underneath him. It sucked on him greedily, drawing him down, down, into the dark depths of it, farther and farther from his home and light...until all Felix saw was an ocean of shadows and a ripping, searing pain that shot through his heart and soul.
Not sure where I'm going with this. I'm sure it will turn out intresting, and I'll complete it, of course, but I've run out of inspiration for the moment.