Golden Sun: Edge of Chaos
Chapter One
The sun was setting earlier now.
It was clear the winter was growing closer now, with the biting winds and darker and darker days. Isaac still kept his spirits up; the mission still had to continue. It was only a short while that they were staying there, back in their hometown of Vale. The time that they had was shortening, but when a friend cannot continue, rests are necessary. But. the face that his friend could not continue.
Garet, the one always getting jealous of Isaac, the one who always seemed to be infatuated with one of the girls, was now slowing them down. Isaac could only think of how awful it was for him to think of it as "slowing them down". It wasn't Garet's fault at all. He had done it to save the rest of them.
Mars. Jupiter. Mercury. Venus. All lit, but nothing had happened. They had united to light them, him, Garet, Mia, Ivan, Felix, Jenna, Sheba and Piers. The stones that had burdened them as they carried them with them to the lighthouses had long since left their belts. They had fought so hard to put the orbs in their rightful places, why had nothing happened? So many time they had almost lost their lives, and so far, it was all for nothing. But Isaac knew, knew that there was some missing piece that they had not uncovered. Even though the skies darkening was because of the end of the season of autumn, he could not help but think that it also was an unsettling omen.
Isaac was breathing in the fresh air, his golden locks ruffling in the chilly winds. It was restful on the boulder he sat on, up on a ledge just near the bridge that led across the small river cutting through the center of Vale. He heard a rustling of leaves behind him, and he slowly turned around, even though he was nearly positive that it was just the wind making the leaves dance.
It was Jenna. Her dark violet hair flicked across her face in the wind, and her hand kept moving up to it to calm it down so that she could see where she was going. When she noticed that Isaac had seen her, she gave a small smile. She crossed over to where Isaac was sitting, her short black boots kicking up dirt at the heels. Isaac scooted a little to the left on the large boulder, allowing Jenna room to sit down next to him.
"You haven't been inside in a while." Jenna said softly, taking the seat that Isaac indirectly offered her. She gazed out over the running water, half thinking of how lovely it looked, and the other half thinking of how it had ripped her life apart at one point. "He's doing better now though."
Isaac nodded, still silent. He couldn't bring himself to smile. Garet had nearly sacrificed himself to save the lot of them from an early death. But now he lay on his death bad, his red hair drenched with the sweat that came from his body from sickness and pain. Why did he have to do it?
The answer was obvious. It was either Garet sacrificed himself and allowed the rest of them to live on, unwounded, or to have them all perish and have Garet walk away, unscathed, unshaken. It was still hard not to think, though, of ways that the event could have been changed. If they had made a different decision, taken a different route.
Never learned of the Lighthouses.
They had gotten themselves into it. Their curiosity had made them climb the mountain, and so they had pulled themselves into it. It was still hard though. Why could they have just been normal children, and left it alone? Then they would all be there together, talking, laughing, having a good time. But then again, they would have never met Mia, Piers, Sheba, or united Felix once again.
"You have to go in and see him some time, Isaac. He doesn't care about what happened before we went in. He just wants to talk with his friend while he's trying to recover." Jenna said quietly, turning to study Isaac's face.
Isaac in turn looked back at her. Observing her face that was giving a sad smile, trying to stitch together a friendship, gave him strength. "I'll go Jenna."
She nodded, her hair falling across her hazel eyes. She patted his thigh with her slim hand, then stood up. She walked over to the old wooden bridge, then turned around to gaze at him. "I wish things were the way they used to be." Jenna then walked swiftly across the bridge, leave a trail of depression behind her. She disappeared into the trees, on her way to Kraden's house.
Isaac watched after her, feeling sad that he could not speak to her more. He knew that she would not talk to him again until he had seen Garet. He stood up off of the rock and dusted off the leaves that had drifted down onto him. He began to walk back to the houses, going up the stone steps that led to Garet's house.
As he neared the house, the saw the door open and close, and out came Mia. Isaac knew that Garet had an infatuation with Mia, which brightened his spirits that she had gone and seen him. Garet would then be in a better mood, enlightened by Mia's caring.
Mia stopped when she and Isaac were standing right next to each other. She reached out her thin arm and touched his hand, smiling at him. "He's feeling better. Please be kind to him, Isaac."
Isaac nodded to her, returning a small, forced smile. How could everyone else always be so happy? You'd think that when they thought of Garet and what had happened, that they would at least feel the slightest sad. But no, everyone smiled. Was that their way of keeping courage? Either way, Isaac couldn't help but admire it, but it was lost to him.
He put his hand on the doorknob leading into Garet's house, opening the door quietly as not to disturb Garet if sounds were effecting him right now. Garet's red haired head turned on his pillow to look over at the new entrant. He had a fairly solemn look on his face, but he gave a sort of smirk at Isaac's sullen figure.
Isaac tromped across the wooden floor and set his self down in a chair that was obviously set up next to Garet's bed for visitors. "So Garet. how are you feeling?" It seemed like an idiotic question to ask, with Garet laying there wrapped in bandages and looking pale in the face from blood loss and sickness.
"Getting better. as of a little bit before now." A large smile began to spread on Garet's large face. Isaac knew what it was for. Mia being there had obviously upped his spirits greatly. He couldn't help but smile at his friend's face.
"That's because of Mia."
Garet shook his head. "Isaac, it isn't. Sure, it was good of her to come visit me, definitely made me feel better. But you being here is an upper too. You were so angry with me at the light house, I thought we'd never be friends again. But now, here you are."
"Garet, I-.."
Garet cut him off. "Isaac, you were right. I looked back on it, and you were right. Now, just shake it off. I want us to shake it off, and have as strong of a friendship as we had before, okay?" He held his bandaged hand out to Isaac.
Isaac stared at Garet's hand for a long moment, feeling a surge of unhappiness rush out of him. He took Garet's hand, and for a wounded man, Garet shook hard. They talked for a good hour, then Isaac left the house to give Garet some time to sleep.
The sky was darker than he had ever seen it. Isaac knew that he would have to move soon.
Chapter One
The sun was setting earlier now.
It was clear the winter was growing closer now, with the biting winds and darker and darker days. Isaac still kept his spirits up; the mission still had to continue. It was only a short while that they were staying there, back in their hometown of Vale. The time that they had was shortening, but when a friend cannot continue, rests are necessary. But. the face that his friend could not continue.
Garet, the one always getting jealous of Isaac, the one who always seemed to be infatuated with one of the girls, was now slowing them down. Isaac could only think of how awful it was for him to think of it as "slowing them down". It wasn't Garet's fault at all. He had done it to save the rest of them.
Mars. Jupiter. Mercury. Venus. All lit, but nothing had happened. They had united to light them, him, Garet, Mia, Ivan, Felix, Jenna, Sheba and Piers. The stones that had burdened them as they carried them with them to the lighthouses had long since left their belts. They had fought so hard to put the orbs in their rightful places, why had nothing happened? So many time they had almost lost their lives, and so far, it was all for nothing. But Isaac knew, knew that there was some missing piece that they had not uncovered. Even though the skies darkening was because of the end of the season of autumn, he could not help but think that it also was an unsettling omen.
Isaac was breathing in the fresh air, his golden locks ruffling in the chilly winds. It was restful on the boulder he sat on, up on a ledge just near the bridge that led across the small river cutting through the center of Vale. He heard a rustling of leaves behind him, and he slowly turned around, even though he was nearly positive that it was just the wind making the leaves dance.
It was Jenna. Her dark violet hair flicked across her face in the wind, and her hand kept moving up to it to calm it down so that she could see where she was going. When she noticed that Isaac had seen her, she gave a small smile. She crossed over to where Isaac was sitting, her short black boots kicking up dirt at the heels. Isaac scooted a little to the left on the large boulder, allowing Jenna room to sit down next to him.
"You haven't been inside in a while." Jenna said softly, taking the seat that Isaac indirectly offered her. She gazed out over the running water, half thinking of how lovely it looked, and the other half thinking of how it had ripped her life apart at one point. "He's doing better now though."
Isaac nodded, still silent. He couldn't bring himself to smile. Garet had nearly sacrificed himself to save the lot of them from an early death. But now he lay on his death bad, his red hair drenched with the sweat that came from his body from sickness and pain. Why did he have to do it?
The answer was obvious. It was either Garet sacrificed himself and allowed the rest of them to live on, unwounded, or to have them all perish and have Garet walk away, unscathed, unshaken. It was still hard not to think, though, of ways that the event could have been changed. If they had made a different decision, taken a different route.
Never learned of the Lighthouses.
They had gotten themselves into it. Their curiosity had made them climb the mountain, and so they had pulled themselves into it. It was still hard though. Why could they have just been normal children, and left it alone? Then they would all be there together, talking, laughing, having a good time. But then again, they would have never met Mia, Piers, Sheba, or united Felix once again.
"You have to go in and see him some time, Isaac. He doesn't care about what happened before we went in. He just wants to talk with his friend while he's trying to recover." Jenna said quietly, turning to study Isaac's face.
Isaac in turn looked back at her. Observing her face that was giving a sad smile, trying to stitch together a friendship, gave him strength. "I'll go Jenna."
She nodded, her hair falling across her hazel eyes. She patted his thigh with her slim hand, then stood up. She walked over to the old wooden bridge, then turned around to gaze at him. "I wish things were the way they used to be." Jenna then walked swiftly across the bridge, leave a trail of depression behind her. She disappeared into the trees, on her way to Kraden's house.
Isaac watched after her, feeling sad that he could not speak to her more. He knew that she would not talk to him again until he had seen Garet. He stood up off of the rock and dusted off the leaves that had drifted down onto him. He began to walk back to the houses, going up the stone steps that led to Garet's house.
As he neared the house, the saw the door open and close, and out came Mia. Isaac knew that Garet had an infatuation with Mia, which brightened his spirits that she had gone and seen him. Garet would then be in a better mood, enlightened by Mia's caring.
Mia stopped when she and Isaac were standing right next to each other. She reached out her thin arm and touched his hand, smiling at him. "He's feeling better. Please be kind to him, Isaac."
Isaac nodded to her, returning a small, forced smile. How could everyone else always be so happy? You'd think that when they thought of Garet and what had happened, that they would at least feel the slightest sad. But no, everyone smiled. Was that their way of keeping courage? Either way, Isaac couldn't help but admire it, but it was lost to him.
He put his hand on the doorknob leading into Garet's house, opening the door quietly as not to disturb Garet if sounds were effecting him right now. Garet's red haired head turned on his pillow to look over at the new entrant. He had a fairly solemn look on his face, but he gave a sort of smirk at Isaac's sullen figure.
Isaac tromped across the wooden floor and set his self down in a chair that was obviously set up next to Garet's bed for visitors. "So Garet. how are you feeling?" It seemed like an idiotic question to ask, with Garet laying there wrapped in bandages and looking pale in the face from blood loss and sickness.
"Getting better. as of a little bit before now." A large smile began to spread on Garet's large face. Isaac knew what it was for. Mia being there had obviously upped his spirits greatly. He couldn't help but smile at his friend's face.
"That's because of Mia."
Garet shook his head. "Isaac, it isn't. Sure, it was good of her to come visit me, definitely made me feel better. But you being here is an upper too. You were so angry with me at the light house, I thought we'd never be friends again. But now, here you are."
"Garet, I-.."
Garet cut him off. "Isaac, you were right. I looked back on it, and you were right. Now, just shake it off. I want us to shake it off, and have as strong of a friendship as we had before, okay?" He held his bandaged hand out to Isaac.
Isaac stared at Garet's hand for a long moment, feeling a surge of unhappiness rush out of him. He took Garet's hand, and for a wounded man, Garet shook hard. They talked for a good hour, then Isaac left the house to give Garet some time to sleep.
The sky was darker than he had ever seen it. Isaac knew that he would have to move soon.
