I wrote this up because I was bored, but more importantly I wrote this so you all have something to read. As a little warning this is somewhat about an Alternate Universe, all this really means is that I made some stuff up though. Also at the start I will speed some things up, so some things will be cut out. Well, please read what little I have so far and review however you like. If you want to 'flame' me for whatever reason, feel free, at least it shows me that someone is reading this. On a side note I had no idea what to title this, suggestions are nice but I guess my current title will do. -BattleCattle
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Golden Sun: Searching for a Way
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A young girl at about fifteen or sixteen years of age sat in her study chamber at Anemos' Sanctum, she was looking over a book concerning different psynergies. Her name was Sheba, and she was skilled with using a power called psynergy. Only a few people called adepts could use psynergy, but all of her people inherit psynergy. However, only a few try to actually put it to use.
There are only four currently known types of psynergy; earth psynergy, water psynergy, wind psynergy and fire psynergy. Out of the four Sheba preferred the powers of the wind most. Her shiny blonde hair was neatly combed and cut enough to keep it out of her green colored eyes, which was required of her. She was currently wearing a plain white shirt and a long white skirt.
Sheba's exam was coming up and she was trying to get prepared. This "exam" was really an initiation test before she could reach the rank of Neophyte of the Anemos. There were quite a few ranks that one could attain but the rank of Neophyte was the first step in joining the Anemos' military.
She had a few reasons she wanted to join, first of which is that she found life as a citizen boring. Sheba was hoping that joining the military would be more adventurous, but so far she was being disappointed. She did not expect that she would have to do all the tiring and tedious tasks forced on her, but that was part of the training. She was having a hard time handling all the work but she couldn't turn back now, the first law of the Anemos' military was that from the start of your training to the end of your life there is no leaving or turning back.
Teachers in the Sanctum had told her that as long as she trained hard enough and studied her books, everything would be fine. Still, Sheba's initiation exam would be tomorrow and she started to really regret joining. Failure in the exam meant that she would begin to be trained twice as hard until she was ready with the next exam, anyone that failed the second exam was never seen again. Judging by the work she had been put through for this initial exam she wouldn't be able to make it to a second one. Sheba sighed and closed the book, then curled up on her bed and shortly after fell asleep.
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Isaac walked around in an armory, looking at its wares. Isaac had been training for the past year with a wooden sword, and now he felt he was ready to get a real weapon. The young swordsman was around seventeen year old. A messy tangle of blonde was known as his hair, not that he minded his looks anyway. Isaac's blue eyes were sharp and caught every detail around him. Isaac was also an 'Adept', he could use earth psynergy to an extent to cure his wounds and cause small earthquakes. Isaac was wearing a blue shirt and pants, a bright yellow scarf around his neck, and a pair of leather boots and gloves.
Isaac was currently focusing on a steel broadsword as he searched it for any flaws. He picked it up with his right hand and gave it a good swing; the sword was quick and seemed durable. Exactly the kind of blade he was looking for. Isaac would need to get fully equipped for a special competition that was coming up. Isaac was currently in the city of Vale, which was well known for two things: its great restaurants and more importantly, its famous annual Sparring Competition. It was a contest for anyone capable of fighting to show off what they could do, and there were some worthwhile prizes for winning.
There were two different competitions, one for beginning fighters and another for veterans. Isaac would be entering the beginner's competition. Everyone else he would be facing would be at his skill level, so he would have an actual chance. This is why Isaac had come to the Valean Armory though; he needed the best armor and sword he could afford. Isaac decided get the opinion of a man, who had ridiculously spiky red hair, standing next to him of his broadsword.
"Excuse me sir, what do you think about this sword?" Isaac asked.
"Are you going to enter the competition?" The man replied, apparently ignoring Isaac's question.
"Well, yeah. You look like you might know a thing or two about weapons though, so I wanted your opinion," Isaac explained.
The man laughed at Isaac and said, "It's perfect for a wimp like you. Don't even bother buying a sword, I'm going to wipe out all the lousy fighters like you in the competition anyways."
Isaac rolled his eyes, "I guess we will see about that. I would still like to know if its a good sword though, 'mighty one'."
"Oh, its good all right. But it will do you no good when Garet comes your way..."
After the short conversation Garet gave Isaac one last laugh and then left the armory. Isaac realized he had just met one of his opponents and he began to wonder if the rest of them would be so irritating. It didn't matter for now though, Isaac bought the sword and some armor with the little money he had and then walked off towards the inn.