Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun, but I own and have completed both the
first and second games in the series.
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Dark Times
Dark clouds formed in the clear blue skies of Weyward as the rays of Sol were blocked out. People in the villages below scurried back and forth, trying to reach their houses in time. A single horse driven wagon was brave enough to leave the safety of the town of Biblin during this storm, and was soon heading towards the frozen kingdom of Imil.
In the steep mountains just south of Imil, a single wagon fought the fierce storm on the road to Biblin. Inside, the lord of the kingdom argued with the wagon driver outside about the storm ahead.
"Sir Alex," the man addressed the blue haired Mercury adept before him, "with all due respect, we cannot continue this journey safely in this weather."
Alex's light blue eyes glowed in fury as he struck the man across the face, "I have business in Vault, and you will not stop me from going there. Now go drive the horses, I want to be in Biblin on the morrow." The man silently rose and went outside of the flap to start the horses again.
"Mia, get me a flask of ale," Alex ordered his favorite slave. Her aquamarine eyes burned with suppressed anger as she reached for the flask. Her pale body shook furiously along with her blue-green hair.
"Here you are, master," she stated sarcastically as she turned around. Muscles tensed for the oncoming assault and soon she only saw blackness.
A blonde boy, barely seventeen years of age, drove the horses harder as he neared the mountains before their destination. His deep blue eyes burned with passion as he drove the wagon through the beginning of the pass. His old brown armor clanked against him as he hit the rocks of the rough road. The sheer force of the wind pushed his blue tunic and yellow scarf backwards into the interior of the wagon.
"Isaac, how long until we reach Imil?" the old merchant inside the warmth yelled out. Isaac motioned two then three fingers to the man and turned back to the winding road.
He allowed his mind to drift as he watched the road in front of him. The storm about recalled suppressed and sad memories of a past he had once escaped. He had become a wagon driver after his parent's sudden deaths to escape his hometown of Vale. Many people had called him a demon and had tried to kill him along with the people around him. Soon he left and found a job guarding merchants on their business trips around the region. Soon he would have earned enough money to afford the house he had been planning to build.
Rain turned to sleet as visibility dropped to near zero. The two wagons heading opposite directions on the same mountain pass drew ever nearer as the storm intensified. Soon they were less than a mile apart and still heading full speed. A bolt of lightning sang through the sky as the wagons collided with a horrendous crash and both slid down the mountainside.
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Doesn't this first chapter sound darkly foreshadowing? Stay tuned for when I next update, but no guarantees on when. Oh yes, I almost forgot, PLEASE REVIEW!
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Dark Times
Dark clouds formed in the clear blue skies of Weyward as the rays of Sol were blocked out. People in the villages below scurried back and forth, trying to reach their houses in time. A single horse driven wagon was brave enough to leave the safety of the town of Biblin during this storm, and was soon heading towards the frozen kingdom of Imil.
In the steep mountains just south of Imil, a single wagon fought the fierce storm on the road to Biblin. Inside, the lord of the kingdom argued with the wagon driver outside about the storm ahead.
"Sir Alex," the man addressed the blue haired Mercury adept before him, "with all due respect, we cannot continue this journey safely in this weather."
Alex's light blue eyes glowed in fury as he struck the man across the face, "I have business in Vault, and you will not stop me from going there. Now go drive the horses, I want to be in Biblin on the morrow." The man silently rose and went outside of the flap to start the horses again.
"Mia, get me a flask of ale," Alex ordered his favorite slave. Her aquamarine eyes burned with suppressed anger as she reached for the flask. Her pale body shook furiously along with her blue-green hair.
"Here you are, master," she stated sarcastically as she turned around. Muscles tensed for the oncoming assault and soon she only saw blackness.
A blonde boy, barely seventeen years of age, drove the horses harder as he neared the mountains before their destination. His deep blue eyes burned with passion as he drove the wagon through the beginning of the pass. His old brown armor clanked against him as he hit the rocks of the rough road. The sheer force of the wind pushed his blue tunic and yellow scarf backwards into the interior of the wagon.
"Isaac, how long until we reach Imil?" the old merchant inside the warmth yelled out. Isaac motioned two then three fingers to the man and turned back to the winding road.
He allowed his mind to drift as he watched the road in front of him. The storm about recalled suppressed and sad memories of a past he had once escaped. He had become a wagon driver after his parent's sudden deaths to escape his hometown of Vale. Many people had called him a demon and had tried to kill him along with the people around him. Soon he left and found a job guarding merchants on their business trips around the region. Soon he would have earned enough money to afford the house he had been planning to build.
Rain turned to sleet as visibility dropped to near zero. The two wagons heading opposite directions on the same mountain pass drew ever nearer as the storm intensified. Soon they were less than a mile apart and still heading full speed. A bolt of lightning sang through the sky as the wagons collided with a horrendous crash and both slid down the mountainside.
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Doesn't this first chapter sound darkly foreshadowing? Stay tuned for when I next update, but no guarantees on when. Oh yes, I almost forgot, PLEASE REVIEW!